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loving you was always a losing game

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“Let’s start from the beginning.”

The woman leaned forwards and placed her notepad on her steady knee, a contrast to his, bouncing and erratic.

“What was your relationship with her?”

He stayed silent for a moment. He knew this wasn’t a good idea; he didn’t want to talk about any of this at all.

Small steps, that’s how everyone heals.

That would be what she would say.

“Uh,” He released a sigh and he felt even more nervous now that he could hear himself.

“We were childhood friends.” Surprisingly, he didn’t stutter throughout the whole sentence, which he had been struggling with for quite a while.

“Do you remember how you met her?” The man leaned into his seat a little, feeling the cushion slightly wrap a little tighter around him.

“Yeah, the playground in our neighbourhood. She fell and I was the only kid there.” He wanted to chuckle a little at how innocent those times were; before growing up, and before the choices that led to the chaos.

“So naturally, I had to help her.”

“How old were you when this happened?” The lady asked and he chewed on his bottom lip as he thought about it.

“I don’t know; maybe about seven years old?”

“How did you maintain such a strong relationship with her after all those years?” His throat squeezed itself as he realized they were nearing the topic he dreaded the most.

“I’m not sure. I guess time just flew by with her.” He chuckled nervously.

“Would you say that you enjoyed your time with her?” He paused and let the word sink in. The past tense is used to indicate things that already happened and were no longer happening. His enjoyment of time with her was no longer valid.

“Y-Yeah, I guess I’d say that.” He blew air out through his lips and felt his cheeks warm. It had been almost a month now, and he still hadn’t the courage to speak about it.

That dreadful day.

“Are you alright, would you like-”

“Could I be excused for a moment?” He cut the woman off and she nodded before he practically lunged off the chair and bolted out the door.

Before he could turn the corner, he tripped and his hand fell upon the wall next to him, in time to save himself from planting his face on the ground.

The air was thinning around him and it felt as if his airways were all knotted up. He couldn’t even say her name let alone think of her face. Every time he closed his eyes, the same image of her appeared.

The same sad image he was cursed with since that day.

He clutched at his chest before he collapsed onto his knees, feeling weak. He stayed there for a while as he fought back tears.

Once he felt as if he could breathe a little better, he stood and returned to the woman’s office before taking his seat.

“Apologies,”

He had been wearing a mask for so long, what would be different this time?

“I can continue.”

“What about tonight?”

“Can’t I’m working again.” You groaned through the phone and he could only chuckle.

“The diner isn’t treating you well, I assume?”

“No, the tips are horrible. It’s like if you’re going to stare at my ass while I’m talking to you at least pay me well.” He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Anyways, I’ve got to go now. My bus is here.”

“Right, see you later.”

“See ya!” You hung up without another word and he was left staring at his ceiling, the warmth from his phone radiating on his stomach. He thought of what to do for a while and after about thirty minutes of tossing in bed, he finally pulled himself up before rummaging his closet for clothes he had not used yet.

He hadn’t eaten out in a while and he figured it would be nice to eat something besides his usual cup of instant noodles. Just as he slipped on a t-shirt, his little device began beeping.

A guttural groan escaped his throat as he took it and inspected the code written on the screen.

“Viper, last seen at Centennial Mall. It’s now or never superstar.”

The man sighed before he changed into his latex suit, slipping into the hidden identity that he hid even from you.

By day, a journalist with a rich but simple life, power through pen and paper, your best friend. By night, a millionaire superhero in the same apartment that is too large for himself, and strength through kicks and punches, still your best friend.

You just didn’t know it.

He sent news that he received the code and immediately got ready. His suit wasn’t difficult to get into and years in this field had gotten him used to it.

“Evening, Oblivion.”

“Will the wind let my cape fly behind me tonight?” He asked the woman in his earpiece and then jumped out of his window before blipping to the next rooftop.

“You don’t have a cape sir.”

“We should work on that. If I’m going to be a superhero, I have to look the part, you know?” He blipped onto another rooftop and peered down at the streets. It was close to 11 and the lack of cars proved that everyone was already asleep.

“With all this talking, Viper will be gone by the time you arrive.”

“Are you suggesting I take the cab?” The man asked as he ran before jumping onto the next building.

“If you would like sir.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He joked before running full speed to the mall.

Viper had been his target for almost a year now. Every time he almost caught her, she slipped right through his fingers. It was impossible to hold his grasp on her. The bounty on her head was large, with the FBI and her other enemies going after her. If he managed to catch her, it was game over.

He didn’t even realize he had arrived until the woman in his ear spoke.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He loved teasing her, even though he knew she was taken.

“My girlfriend will come for you, sir.”

“I’ll be waiting with open arms.”

“Viper is in the parking lot building.”

“Building?” He groaned. That would mean scouting several levels of cars just to find his target. It would also mean an appointment at his massage parlour tomorrow.

“She’s on the third level.”

Never mind.

He blipped onto the level and searched the area. Less than ten cars around, spotting Viper should be a piece of cake.

He took a step forward and felt the tug of a string on his shoe. Immediately, the lights shut off and he was left in the darkness.

“Talk to me, honey. What’s going on?” He called out, backing into the space behind him. And when his foot stepped on nothing, he realized he was falling.

“Shit.”

His power to blip did not mean he was not afraid. The wind blowing against his back as he focused on trying to not end up flat as a pancake on the concrete wasn’t helping. His heart was racing and his brain scattered. To blip, he needed to concentrate. Although he was used to it, certain circumstances required a little push.

A scream erupted from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact. But then he felt the familiar whoosh, and he was back with his feet on the ground. Flooded with relief, he fell onto his knees and sighed loudly. He was alive, he made it in time.

He looked up once his heart rate had slowed and he saw her.

“Give me a second.” He panted, his knees still shaking as he rose up.

“Viper?” He called out. She didn’t answer and maintained the pose of holding her gun pointed at him.

“The name is Oblivion.” He said with a wink before he blipped behind her and tackled her onto her knees. To his surprise, she didn’t make a sound. But before he could pin her down, she threw one of her green spheres onto the ground, causing it to shatter immediately. A thick, green liquid began to spill out and he felt its burn as soon as it seeped under the soles of his shoes.

He winced as he stumbled a few steps back. The lights above him blinked and once he was sure there was nothing but grey concrete below him, he looked up. She had been waiting with a gun pointed at him from across her venom, aimed directly at the centre of his forehead. Yet as afraid as he was, the fact that she hadn’t pulled the trigger meant something.

It meant she wasn’t supposed to.

He would talk, but the risk of scaring her into accidentally shooting him was too high. So he thought about what he should do. She was staring at him wordlessly, almost expectantly. He didn’t even realize she had cuffed him.

He could blip behind her again. However, she would probably expect it by now and was holding a blade behind her. Going against someone with weapons and guns meant that his mentality had to be stronger than hers. A physical fight would only drain him so he had to figure out what she was missing, then only could he defeat her.

His eyes searched her body slowly, and when his gaze returned to her face, he noticed the pin in her hair. He felt that he had seen it somewhere before. However, he knew he couldn’t waste time thinking of where he saw it. He just knew he could use it.

The man drew in a deep breath and blipped beside her, and just as he expected, she turned around instead. So by the time she turned to face him, he was where he had planned to go all along, which was behind her.

Viper’s guard was down and this was the best opportunity he had to catch her. He took the pin from her hair and unlocked the metal binding his wrists before he tackled her again. This time with his foot placed on her back. Using the same handcuffs she had used on him, he brought her wrists together behind her and linked them.

“Damn,” He sighed out while bringing himself back to an upright position.

“Was that not the coolest thing I have ever done?” He yelled out excitedly. He could almost hear the disappointment from his earpiece.

“And this is why,” He bent down and picked Viper up.

“You don’t mess with someone who-”

Before he could finish, he heard a familiar shatter. But this time, he felt his lungs fared the pain. The blinking light above him showed the smoke that surrounded him and just like the burn he felt through his shoes, his airway was on fire.

He didn’t hesitate before running, even though he had no idea where he was headed. His feet skidded to a stop when he could see the street beneath him. While he caught his breath, he noticed the smoke fading away.

She had escaped.

Again.

“Sir, are you alright?” He fell onto the ground and coughed.

“Sir?” He couldn’t breathe, let alone answer.

“We are sending backup right away sir.” The man could only lie on his back and frown to himself. He never realized how he was taking inhaling for granted.

The soldiers came and they brought back samples of the venom left on the ground. Surprisingly, even though it burned, it was simply liquid on the concrete. There were no signs of it making a hole. He left the scene with lungs that barely escaped death and a body full of aches.

He had just reached home when he heard his phone ring. He saw the caller ID and felt his heart ease a little.

“Finally, what were you doing?” You groaned through the phone.

“That was a quick shift.”

“No, it wasn’t. That was a whole two hours since we last spoke.” You said.

“Oh,” He paused as he thought about it. Had it really been that long? It felt like thirty minutes. He unzipped his suit and grimaced as he felt it peel off with the layer of sweat stuck on his body.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Uh,” He was still disgusted by how much he smelled.

“I’m outside.” You suddenly said but he wasn’t fully listening. When he finally understood what you meant, the panic shot up into his brain and he realized he had less than ten seconds to give a reply.

“Uh,”

“I can hear you inside.”

“I’m-”

“You know I know your passcode right?”

“No! Wait!” He was scrambling to get the suit off but it was much harder today for some reason.

“I’m coming in!” You almost yelled and he could hear your voice from outside his apartment.

“Stop! I’m naked!” He blurted out because while the both of you were best friends, he knew you would avoid looking at his bare ass at all costs.

You stayed silent and he took this opportunity to quickly pull away from his suit, dump it into his laundry basket and grabbed a set of clothes to put on before he finally opened the door for you.

Upon the swing of the door, he saw your face of disgust. He grinned nevertheless and bowed as you entered his home.

“Tea or coffee, madam?”

“A shower for you.” You pinched your nose and waved the air around dramatically to which he rolled his eyes.

“Alright, I just got home from a workout and you decided to barge into my place. What was I supposed to do?” You didn’t answer and instead plopped onto his sofa and then turned the television on.

“Give me five minutes.”

“You better shower properly in those five minutes.” He imitated your voice and before you could run to him and smack him, he had bolted into the bathroom.

“Is someone getting a little sleepy?” His eyes were struggling to stay open and were fluttering every few seconds so you wouldn’t catch him asleep.

“Dumbass.” You sighed before you leaned your head onto his shoulder. He shifted to get both of you comfortable. The movie was still playing on his television but the sounds were starting to drown out. He was obviously no longer paying attention and his only goal was to stay awake long enough to see the credits.

Well, a goal that was getting harder to attain by the second.

You were quiet too. Only the ending music was playing and he was ready to press that power button and call it a night. You could even sleep on his bed as he slept on the couch, just like usual.

He was seconds away from completely falling asleep when he heard your voice.

“Sleep well, superstar.”

“Would you like to stop there for today?” The woman asked.

“Uh,” He paused and looked at the lines on his palms.

“We could circle back the next time we meet, would that work?” He finally looked up and nodded. He hadn’t even said a lot yet but his heart felt heavy, and he knew he was no longer in the mood to talk.

“See you tomorrow.” The woman smiled and he left after returning it. On good days, he would run back home, envisioning rooftops as lily pads he merely touched. But today was different; just like the several weeks before.

Today, he felt like being a normal human.

So he took the train, although he could definitely afford the cab. He stopped by a small diner and got some takeout when he knew he could just as easily spend his money in the restaurant less than a block away.

He watched some TV, avoiding the channels that brought back memories of her and the news too. He didn’t want to feel obligated to save the city tonight. He just wanted some serenity from the noise in his head all day. He didn’t mind the therapy but if he was frank, he did it because he thought he could get prescribed medication.

His boss told him to take a break and while he had been enjoying some of it, he never felt at ease. It was as if something was constantly waiting to pounce on his back and rob him of something he loved again.

The company therapist was great, and while she understood his job and the risks that came with it, never once did she make him feel like he was in the wrong. His ‘sweetheart’ kept checking up on him, and he kept reassuring her that he was fine. A laugh here and there was a simple white lie. He wouldn’t be able to stand the pity from anyone. He was like that, strong enough to tackle his enemies and fake his happiness; but too weak to admit when he is in pain.

Logical, slightly egoistic, and broken.

When nothing interesting came up, he finally closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back before he let out a sigh.

It’s another night of loud silence for him.

“Do you think they envy us?”

“Who?” He asked while he lay next to you.

“Ancestors, gods, whoever is watching us from above.” You answered.

“Probably some shit about how we are wasting time looking at pretty skies when we can be working.”

“Or screaming at us about how we might have left the oven on at home.” He chuckled then sat up, stretching his back and yawning. You were right, it was a beautiful sky tonight. The sun had just set, as pink and red raced around the sky, swirling around the clouds and making the last few moments of daylight memorable, as always.

He noticed the ziplock of cookies peeking out from your bag and reached out for it. “Hey, you didn’t bring these out just now.”

“Uh,”

“And they’re my favourite too.” He immediately unzipped it and took one into his mouth. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open as if you wanted to say something.

“What, they taste great.” He raised an eyebrow and took another.

But before he could take a bite, you had ripped the bag from him and grabbed the cookie from between his fingers.

“But-”

“I was saving them for my snack on the way home.” You were clutching onto the bag tightly and the sight made him slightly feel bad.

“Sorry, I’ll get you some more at the bakery later.” He dusted his hands off and then patted your head before standing to clean up. You were quiet for a while, and he realized you were looking at him, almost expectantly.

“Everything alright?”

“Y-Yeah, what…” You narrowed your eyes at him a little.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“I’m fine, I just feel a bit bad for taking your cookie.” He replied while motioning for you to get up from the picnic blanket.

“O-Oh, it’s fine.”

You helped him clean up and he carried the empty basket and blanket to your bike for you.

“You’ll get home safe?”

“Always.” You smiled at him. He patted your head again before you rode off, waving just as you turned the corner.

He walked home, took a shower, brushed, and then tucked himself beneath the sheets. And the entire time, he couldn’t erase the sight of your pretty smile.

On your pretty face.

“Are you ready?” He cleared his throat but it didn’t take away the lump that had formed there so he just nodded.

“We can stop anytime, remember that.”

Another nod.

“Yeah, I’ll wait out front.” You hung up as soon as he finished the sentence. His heart was hammering within the confines of his ribcage and he felt as if he was going to explode any minute from now.

Today was the day he was going to confess. It had been about two months of deliberation since that picnic. Since that day he started seeing you as more than just a best friend. In his heart, he knew that he had somehow always felt that way but he was always too afraid to admit it.

But you had been awfully nice to him lately, unusually charming and he felt that maybe it was the right time to confess. He had been preparing what to say for a week now and he even prepared plans for when you would reject him, although he would hope that would not be the case.

He didn’t want to mess it up. You had been his best friend for years now and he didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t.

You emerged from the lobby of your apartment and his hand immediately struck up into a wave. You waved back, a little awkwardly.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You ready?” For a moment he thought you meant his confession.

“For the greatest movie of all time?” He chuckled.

“It’s not the greatest, nothing beats Kung Fu Panda.” You joked back.

“Right, right.”

You looped your arm around him and both of you began to walk to the cinema. His free hand kept playing with the loose thread of his jacket to distract himself from the urge to blurt out the words of his confession.

I think I really like you.

No, too boring. You never shared what a perfect confession was like to you but he always noticed that you leaned toward intimate confessions. Whenever you watched romance movies together, your eyes would gleam and you would squeal when they confessed in their own private space, a moment for the two characters only.

“What’s going on in that little brain of yours?” You piped up, making him realize he had been silent in the midst of his thoughts.

“Uh,” He was about to answer when he felt it.

It’s an indescribable feeling but familiar nonetheless.

Batman had the bat signal. Spider-man had his tingle.

His was…hairs standing on their ends and the sudden urge to blip. It made him feel anxious and on edge as if he should be ready at any time. It was as if the nerves at the tip of his fingers were coming to life. He could suddenly sense everything; the soft wind against his cheeks, the giggle of a girl from inside the restaurant a block away.

It only happened when he knew danger was close.

And he had been right about it, every time.

“Hey, you alright?” Your voice brought his focus back for a moment.

“Uh,” His eyes shifted to the pathway you were on and he realized you two were the only ones on it.

“What is it?” You asked him but your voice seemed muffled to him.

“We should get out of here.” He wasn’t one to panic when it came to danger. That wouldn’t make him a great superhero, would it? But with you here, he knew he had more to think of than himself.

“But-”

“I’ll bring us back to my place and then I’ll drive you home okay?” You opened your mouth to say something but he was already dragging your arm back to his place. His heart was racing in his chest but he knew he had to get both of you out of there. It didn’t seem safe, no matter how he looked at it.

His intuition had never let him down; it wouldn’t this time either.

“Wait!” You suddenly wrenched your arm from his hold, which made him stop and immediately turn to you.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You repeated, raising your voice a little. “Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?”

He chewed down on his lip. Now that his confession of love was the least of his worries, he had another to think about. He never wanted to tell you about his little superhero job because…he thought you would look at him differently. He always felt that if you knew, you would want to help, and helping a superhero that has many enemies, no matter how good your intentions were, was never a good idea. “I can’t.”

“Then I’m going home.”

“No!” He reached for your arm and pulled you towards him before he held you by the shoulders.

“It’s not safe.”

“How would you know that?”

Sometimes, he felt like you knew, despite his efforts to hide his secret identity. He could tell by the way you looked at him when he made up excuses for not being able to meet you. Like that time when he told you he would be late for your friend’s party and despite the disappointment, curiosity sparkled in your eyes. This was another one of those times, where he felt you were practically begging him to just admit it already.

But he knew he couldn’t.

Perhaps one day, when his enemies had gone and he could go back to being a normal human with a normal job, the best friend that he had been showing you this whole time.

“Please, just come with me. I can’t explain it to you. You won’t-”

The man felt a pinch on his thigh and for a second, he thought you were doing it out of spite. But then he looked down and he noticed the syringe punctured into his skin.

“What-”

His eyelids were falling and he could feel his head begin to be drowsy. He called for your name but even his own voice was drowning away. He fell onto the floor, his breathing heavy. Before his eyes could fully close, he saw you, kneeling in front of him.

Then he noticed the pin.

And it was the same one Viper wore.

His head was hurting when he woke up. He had not remembered how he got here, why his wrists were tied and why his spine was painfully bracing against the metal chair he was bound to. He could only remember the sight of the needle pricked into his thigh.

His eyelids slowly lifted themselves up and the bright light above him made him grimace. This was why he always kept his curtains closed before he slept. He first heard the drum of his heart and then a deafening tune before it all fell into silence.

Then he remembered your face right before he passed out.

You seemed apologetic and he felt foolish. Especially with the image of the pin engrained in his mind, it was impossible to think of anything else.

He thought of the possibility of both of you having the same pin. But he knew better than to try tricking himself. You were Viper, the woman he had been trying to catch this whole time. And not only that, but you hid it from him while knowing his identity all along.

He didn’t know what to feel.

Betrayed? Angry?

His hands had balled up into fists and he suddenly felt as if it was too difficult to breathe. The room was closing in on him and he felt his airway tighten.

He needed to get out of the ties holding him down but the more he resisted, the more he felt the urge to escape. He wanted to scream in frustration. That night, you went to visit him right after his mission as if the both of you had not just fought for your lives against each other. You smiled and laughed and sat in his home. His best friend had been lying to him this whole time.

It felt as if a war had erupted within himself. On the one hand, he wanted to be angry. He knew damn well he deserved to be. How long had you been lying to him? But every time he felt the surge of emotion, he could not rid himself of the thought of…you.

How did it feel to know who he was and still maintain a friendship with your supposed biggest enemy? How long did you feel alone? Were you ever afraid? Did you ever hold back?

As much as he hated the idea of being so vulnerable in front of Viper, he would never regret doing so in front of you. And now…

Now, those two people were one.

His head snapped up as soon as he heard the door click and hiss open. A few people in lab coats walked in and behind all of them, you in the familiar suit. Now that you were standing in front of him, he wondered how he didn’t recognize you the first time.

“Greetings Oblivion.”

His eyes shifted to the doctor in front of him, a female with rectangle glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose. She peered down at him and he swore she had slits for irises.

“Thank you for being so compliant.” She continued and it made him want to spit at her. “We do apologize for any incoming inconveniences but we hope you understand this is better than any treatment other prisoners have received.”

He figured that they needed something about him but ever since the fight with Viper, he was always too afraid to ponder what it was they planned on taking.

“You see, I have always been amazed by not only your agility, but your stamina, and your abilities. I have never seen anything like it.” The doctor took a step forwards, tilting his chin up with a finger. He expected to see some humanity in her eyes as a sign that they would be merciful.

He found none.

“I have always found beauty in science.” The doctor leaned back and circled around the metallic reclining chair he was bound to. “I have created masterpieces that are the result of my life’s work.” She stopped and he felt her lean close into his ear.

“Viper was one of my best works.” He looked at you and realized your eyes were trained on your feet while you leaned on the wall behind you. The belt you wore was adorned with spheres of venom and he could see the green handle of your knife peeking from your boot.

It took him a moment to understand what the doctor just said. You were experimented on, to create the superhero you are now. How long ago was this? You two had known each other since you were children. When did this happen?

“And now,” The doctor was in front of him again and she blocked his view of you. “We are going to do the same to you.”

His back straightened with fear and he could feel the rattle of his bones inside of him. It’s never easy to get something perfect, and if Viper was perfection, he was far from it. He swallowed, feeling sick at the thought of the torture they would put him through, the torture that you endured.

How did he not see this coming?

He should have been more careful. He should have doubted everything. He should have come clean about himself to you; because maybe you would have protected him instead. Why was he so pathetic?

“Viper, would you be a dear and prepare him? Everyone else, follow me.” The doctor left with all her little disciples and he realized how real this was.

He was going to die in the hands of a sick scientist who had no regard for his life.

You walked towards him but he couldn’t even see clearly. He was dizzy with anxiety, and as if he had been pushed underwater, everything around him sounded muffled.

Even your voice, which should be as clear as day. It should bring him back to earth and ground him.

Like it always had.

But instead, his heart was racing and his fingers were going numb from clenching his fists too hard. He was going to die and for some reason, he couldn’t blip out of the chair. They had placed a collar around his neck and left him defenseless.

He shouldn’t be surprised, most prisoners were.

His vision was beginning to blur with tears. He didn’t want to cry, not in front of you. But he couldn’t help it. Why wasn’t he powerful enough to escape this place? Why did he feel so helpless? Why did it have to be you to betray him? Why did it have to be someone he was so afraid of losing, someone he actually loved?

He felt tears fall and he wanted to sob harder. He never found shame in crying. But he always felt confident in that when he was in his own bedroom, alone and tired, silent and grieving. His stomach churned at the thought of death, of the pain and the torture.

His eyes squeezed out tears that felt cool on his warm cheeks. Short breaths left his mouth as he tried to think. If he wanted to escape this, he had to be quick. He had to be swifter than ever, stronger than ever.

And most importantly, he would also have to say goodbye forever.

“...the door on your left.” He could hear your voice again and when he looked down, he realized now that you were cutting the ties off his wrists.

“What-” He looked up at you, who too had tears streaking down your face but not once did you stop slicing at the thick rope to wipe them.

“Have you not been listening?” You demanded and looked up, meeting his eyes. Everything paused and he suddenly didn’t want to leave. He wanted to wipe your cheeks, and he wanted to hug you. Within a few moments, he realized he could never hate you, no matter what you did.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked, almost whimpering.

“Because…” You breathed then broke out a sob. “Because you don’t deserve this.” One of his hands was free now, but he felt no urgency to set himself free. Why were you crying?

“I’m going to cut you free and you’re going to blip through the wall on your right before going through the door on your left. It’s the exit.” He watched you gulp and continue cutting through the rope around his wrist and ankles before unlocking the collar.

“I can’t leave you.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t leave-”

“You have to, okay?” You almost yelled…and you never yell.

“But…we’re friends and I-”

“The only reason you care so much,” You rose from your crouched position, “is because of that spell I put on you.”

“Spell?”

“That cookie, damn it!” He remembered it instantly. That day with the picnic, when he started looking at you a little differently. That night, he spent hours in bed trying to understand why he had never noticed you that way before.

“You want to protect me because of a cookie laced with a love potion.” You whimpered and fell to your knees. He was stuck in his chair. He should run, he should blip away. He should leave you here, left to die for releasing him.

But you were wrong.

No amount of potion could make him feel this much for you. He always had something for you but he had always been afraid of it. It didn’t seem right and it didn’t make sense. The cookie did nothing but make him fearless to admit it. He felt brave for feeling what he felt, and for being able to say out loud how much he cared for you.

So he knelt beside you and took your face into his hands before kissing the top of your forehead.

“Please run.” You begged in a whisper.

“I’ve always loved you. No potion or betrayal will change that.” He murmured against your skin and then drew back before looking into your eyes.

“Let’s get out of here together, okay?” He asked softly and he could sense the hesitation in you. It took you a few seconds before you nodded.

He took your hand and pressed a kiss to it as a promise to get out of here. But as soon as you two rose onto your feet, the doors burst open and the doctor walked in, with armed guards at her side this time.

“Viper,” He immediately pushed you behind him. The name sounded as cold as ice out of the woman’s lips.

“I’m disappointed.” She tutted. He noticed the shift of energy in the room. His head was beginning to clear and he felt jittery but this time with adrenaline.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Join me and you’ll have my forgiveness, or…” Her eyes shifted to him and his grip on her hand became stronger.

“Die with him and be forgotten.” You didn’t answer and for a moment, he thought you had changed your mind. But instead and without warning, he felt your knife whoosh beside his ear as it flung itself onto the doctor’s shoulder. The scream that left her throat sounded more like a shriek as she collapsed onto the floor.

He knew this was it.

He immediately blipped behind the guards and cracked each of their necks with no hesitation, feeling no remorse as their bodies slumped onto the ground. The other doctors had run out for their own lives, which was honestly the smarter choice. You stood at the same place, panting and face flushed with sweat and tears.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit. You stumbled after him and he realized he had to keep a tighter grip on you. You two were so close, it was now or never.

“You will never get away with this!” The doctor screamed but he ignored her as he stepped over bodies whose blood was now on his hands.

“I can’t blip with more than one person, we have to go through a way different from the one you told me about.” He explained as he picked up a gun from one of the guards and checked the number of bullets.

“I know the way.” You breathed out and he passed you a gun before he nodded. As urgent as the situation was, he couldn’t help but marvel at how things had ended. Both of you, working together as the parts of yourselves you tried hiding from each other.

“We have to be quick.” He pressed and you nodded.

And then he heard the ringing.

He didn’t even realize the shot had been fired. His eyes dropped to his body and found…

Nothing.

He looked at you and realized you were shooting at the doctor, bullets plunging into her flesh with every pull of your trigger. Her body jerked multiple times before she finally fell onto the previously pristine floor, now stained with a pool of her blood.

Everything felt slow and his ears were still ringing from the initial gunshot. But then he felt your fingers close around his and drag him towards the exit.

So he ran.

He ran as fast as he could and only began to feel the burn of his lungs when the both of you had left the building. When you two stopped at an alleyway to catch your breaths, he finally felt like he was breathing.

No collar restraining him and no ties around his wrists and ankles.

“I-” He was at a loss of words. He knew he should be grateful but jumping from joy seemed like the last thing he should be doing now.

Especially when he noticed the growing spot of blood on the side of your abdomen.

“Hey, you-” You slid down the wall and hissed while your fingers pressed down on your stomach.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He rushed to your side, placing his own hand above yours.

“Get out of here.”

“No.” Why were you two having this conversation again?

“I said, get out of here.” You croaked and he wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you were losing blood or because you were on the verge of tears.

“Please,” Your hand held onto his cheek and he felt his heart hammering in his chest.

“No, no, no, no, no…stay with me.” He kept repeating. He could carry you. He could blip again and again until he reached a hospital. He could find someone to help.

“Save yourself. Please save yourself.” You whispered and he wanted to slap a hand across your mouth. He didn’t like the words that left it. He didn’t like anything about this at all. He could feel his fingers trembling as he tore fabric from his shirt and wrapped it around your waist before carrying you.

You opened your mouth to say something but he quickly shushed you and started to run. There was no use in crying beside your dying body. Every second he wasted was another second he would regret.

He could save you.

He knew he could.

There was hope.

He needed you to believe in it too.

But he could also feel you fading away. Your eyes were slowly closing and your body was getting heavier in his arms.

The closest hospital was miles away and at this time, no cabs were around.

He wanted to swear and scream into the void of the night but instead, he pushed his legs to carry both of you.

Faster, Oblivion, she’s dying.

“Stay with me, okay? We are almost there.” You coughed and blood spilt out from your lips. He looked down for a split second and realized how pale you looked. His legs were beginning to give up on him. He wanted to give up. He wanted to stop and breathe and cry and beg for your life.

But he needed to keep running, he needed to keep pushing.

He could see the bright light of the hospital from where he was standing now and some sort of relief flooded his veins. But before he could take another step, he felt your hand push against his chest.

“We’re almost there okay? Stay with me please.” He pleaded and with some strength, you shook your head.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Tell me when you’re better.”

“I…I never want…wanted to hurt you.” You gasped and he could see the small tears slide out of your eye.

“Y-You’re the…”

“Let’s get you to a doctor first, okay?”

“The best part of my l-life.” The blood on your lips had slightly dried and the trail on your chin could be wiped off with one swipe. But the light in your eyes was dying, and your breaths were short and he could feel you struggling.

“D-Don’t ever…for-forget th-that.” You stuttered in the most demanding voice you could muster.

He felt that whatever torture they would have put him through in that laboratory would not compare to how painful this was. To watch his best friend die in his arms, to notice the bits of you he was losing with each second.

He shook his head as he choked on a sob.

“Tell me you love me when…when you’re awake and better.” He pushed his legs forward, forcing himself to head toward the hospital.

“Not now, not like this.” He whispered and used whatever strength he had left to run to the lights.

He immediately burst through the doors and yelled for a doctor. Out of breath and on the verge of passing out, he held onto your hand as they rushed you into surgery. When he was no longer allowed inside, he watched them wheel your body in.

He was never that religious but that night, he prayed and begged the gods like never before. He was desperate. He expected you to keep his promise, to tell him you loved him. And tomorrow, when you woke up, he would bring your favourite drink. The both of you would hold each other and cry. You would talk about what you dreamt about during surgery and you would whisper how you wanted to eat normal food again so the nurses couldn’t hear.

He would kiss you everywhere, and he would never hold back how he felt again. He would love you unconditionally and he would willingly leave his secret identity if it meant eternity with you.

He prayed and cried and begged the heavens for you to return.

He bit the inside of his cheek and twisted the tissue in his hand.

He didn’t like talking about that night, nor did he like talking about you anymore. Even the mention of your name sent shivers down his spine. He would get nightmares of you dying in his arms, blood everywhere. He would jerk awake every time you appeared, even if it was a beautiful memory.

He couldn’t stand it.

Every memory of you sent a stab through his heart. It had been months, and he still avoided every little thing of you as much as possible.

Maybe if he was quicker.

If he was stronger.

If he was enough-

“What happened after that?” He knew the woman was trying to get him to say it. But every time he opened his mouth, he felt the knot in his throat.

Silence carried on for the rest of his life. He barely spoke at work anymore, when he used to tell the funniest jokes and wildest stories. Most times, the only noise present in his house was from the TV.

He felt empty.

When he smiled, he thought he didn’t deserve to do so and it would fade away. He was tired yet unable to sleep. It was an exhausting cycle he didn’t know how to get rid of. The thing about sadness for him was the comfort he found in it. It was easier to beat himself up over that night and blame himself than face his fears and talk about you. And he knew how you would react to that too.

He supposed that was why he was here, in this office, spilling his deepest secrets to this woman who might care more than he thought. So he swallowed as a dry chuckle left his lips before he braced himself to admit the sad fact he had been afraid of this entire time.

“She didn’t come back.”

a/n: it has been soooo long, too long honestly. but thank you so much for all your support while i have been gone! i will be a little slow with updates but i just wanted to put this one out here. i hope you enjoyed and if you did, a like or repost would be appreciated! thank you again and i will see you all soon!! p.s. jack in the box is a big bop album and viper was inspired by valorant!

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lilprincegoo · 8 months

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put the fear behind (who's gonna do it if not me?) by yoongukkie

ot7

Jeon Jungkook-centric, Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man, Fluff, Established Relationship, 5+1 Things, University Student Jeon Jungkook, Hurt Jeon Jungkook, Sick Jeon Jungkook, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Marvel Universe, Baby Boy Jeon Jungkook

6.5k words

not rated

Seokjin huffed, wringing out a towel. He began applying pressure to the wound gently. "You know we're just worried. Please for the love of God, don't land yourself in the hospital before your rotation even starts." (or: Jeon Jungkook, a medical student running on coffee and instant noodle, is secretly (or not so secretly) Spiderman. This is the daily life of crime-fighting Jeon Jungkook and his 'six, hot boyfriends')

#ship: poly #ship: ot7 #jungkook-centric #au: marvel #based on book/movie #spider-man jungkook #5+1 things #fluff #established relationship #au: superheroes #jungkook ship #ao3 #bts ficrec #bts fic rec

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rainbowsuitcase · 10 months

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Jikook AU where after being betrayed, superhero Jungkook feels like his whole world ended. Lost and unsure where to go, he turns to the only man he knows would never stab him in the back - his nemesis Jimin, who was always kind enough to stab him in the front.

#prompt #superhero jungkook #villain jimin #more like antihero #jungkook x jimin #jikook au #former hero jimin #he was betrayed first #spoiler: they're exes #bts fic

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btschooseafic · 1 year

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AO3 Recs

Your Strings That Bind Us by MuscleBunni [completed]

ot7, ot6 x jungkook, jungkook centric, superpowers, soulmates au, polyam

jungkook doesn’t have a superpower, which means he doesn’t have a soulmate. except, what if he does?

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #ot7 #ot6 x jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook centric #superpowers #superhero au #polyam #archive of our own #ao3

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jikookficsdiarry · 1 year

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OMGGGG!! I finally am gonna start reading the sequel to a fic that will always have a special place in my heart. HVAM!! LETS GO!!

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #kookmin #mingukkie #jikook fic #jikook fic rec #jikook love #jimin fic #superhero

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hellbornsworld · 3 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧

💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie

💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon

💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon

💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv

💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks

💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter

💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae

💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop

💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere

💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk

💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea

💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon

💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz

💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher

💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart

💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk

💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

💚 pent up stress | husband!jungkook x wife!reader | OneShot | @rrjkive

💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop

💚 Chasing Shadows | Jungkook x f.Reader | OneShot | @colormepurplex2

💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin

💚 Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @softyoongiionly

💚 La Belle et la Bête | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay

💚 holi-blaze | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok

💚 Workaholic | ceo!jungkook x wife!reader | TwoShot | @kookxmira

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caelesjjk · 8 months

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𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 - 𝕛𝕛𝕜&𝕜𝕥𝕙

⟶ title: entangled ⟶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader ⟶au: marvel au ⟶ rating: 18+ ⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle ⟶ wc: 7.6k ⟶ warnings: Mnetions of blood and a wound, drinking, Jungkook calls you Data and Taehyung calls you Pigeon, infidelity-ish?? (you'll see), two smut scenes: oral (female and male receiving) mutiple orgasms, overstim, unprotected sex (thats a no, wrap it up) few different positions, making out, sweet kisses, nipple stuff ⟶ summary: Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend.

You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well?

Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world.

What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

⟶ authors note: hello darklings, its been such a long time. I apologize this took so long but it's finally here! I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of spidey!kook and venom!tae, they're truly my babies and I have loved writing them. This is only part one, I make no guarantees how quickly part two comes out, but I'll do my best I promise. I'm thinking probably four parts for this. enjoy! tell me all ur thots! Shoutout to M (@here2bbtstrash), Sav (@jeonjcngkook) and Kay (@tea4sykes) for looking this over and correcting my insanity and also assuring me that it's not terrible lol. Thank you all so much for your patience and help.

“So where is he?” your friend Penny says from across the table.

“He said he was coming.” You sigh, stirring your drink with the straw.

“He said that the last two times we were all supposed to study together.” Hoseok gives you a look that’s part sympathy and part annoyance.

“He’s working three part-time jobs. Not all of us have our parents paying for our apartments, Hobi.” You give him a playful glare and he returns it, followed by a poke of his tongue from between his lips.

Part of you wished you didn’t know Jungkook’s secret. That you could go back to the days where you were blissfully unaware of who he was. But back then, being stood up hurt even more because you didn’t know why.

Now you know. You know that Jungkook is Spider-Man. The infamous superhero with powers he acquired from being bitten by a lab altered arachnid a few years ago.

He saved your life. Twice in fact. Both times it was because you were curious, too curious for your own good, and you had been suspecting something was going on with Jungkook.

You followed him one night and watched in awe as he changed into his Spider-Man suit in an alleyway. And not just because he was Spider-Man, but because he was insanely gorgeous. You were hypnotized by the man who had been sitting next to you as your lab partner for most of the year. Who constantly hid his body beneath baggy clothes and bucket hats.

You had always liked him a little more than you cared to admit. And after you found out the truth about him, your friendship grew into something more.

There weren’t any labels; you didn’t call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, much to your dismay. But Jungkook always told you that if the wrong person found out about the two of you, they could use you to get to him. And he needed to be able to focus on his whole saving the world gig, and not constantly worry about your safety.

You understood. But that didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little.

You manage to study a bit longer with your friends before deciding you were far too distracted. You call Jungkook on your walk back to your apartment, but of course he doesn't answer.

So now you wait. And you worry.

No matter how hot the shower water is as it hits your back, it doesn’t stop the worry. You just want him to be safe, even if he pissed you off by not showing up again.

You wrap yourself in your favorite silky robe and get comfortable on your bed with some of your homework you didn’t finish with your friends, slowly getting immersed in all of the calculations and formulas that you love so much. They were a great distraction.

Not sure how long you’ve been studying, you get up to stretch and make your way to your apartment balcony, opening the doors and stepping outside for a breath of fresh air.

The city is always loud, but up here it isn’t so bad. The traffic sounds far away and the lights are just flickers across the skyline. You might even think it was beautiful if it wasn’t for the constant bad lurking around every corner. Or maybe you had just heard too many scary things from Jungkook.

Sighing when he pops into your head again, you turn around to head back inside only to come face to face with the superhero in question. Seeing him hanging there upside down from your doorway startles you just enough to send you stumbling backwards towards your balcony.

Before you can get too far, or even fully scream, Jungkook is shooting a web at your torso, pulling you back and into his arms as he flips down onto his feet. Your head swims from how quickly it happens.

“Data, look at me.” Jungkook’s voice is slightly muffled through his mask. “It’s just me.”

“You scared me.” You look up at him as he removes his mask and shakes out his hair, eyes finally meeting yours.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been…noisier.” Jungkook smiles and you almost forget that you’re angry with him. Almost.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You shove against his broad chest and feel his arm release your waist. He sighs, following you inside your apartment.

“I know you’re upset I missed the study session…” Jungkook starts to explain, but you twist back around to face him.

“If my friends hadn’t seen you around campus now and then, they would think I made you up, Jungkook. You never show. It makes me look pathetic.” You cross your arms over your chest and wait for the next excuse.

“You aren’t pathetic, Data. I’m just…” Jungkook winces when he reaches for you, a hand moving down to his ribs in pain. “Sorry, it’s healing, it's just slow.”

“What’s healing? What happened to you?” You let the fight go for a moment, closing the space between the two of you and moving his hand out of the way.

Beneath his fingers is a large cut, bloody but half-hidden by his suit. It looks angry and inflamed. What could’ve made a cut like this?

“It’s nothing. I’ll heal up in a couple hours.” He pulls your hand away, blood stained on the tips of your fingers.

“It won’t matter how quick you heal if it gets infected. Come in here.” Your hand wraps around his and you pull him into your small bathroom. You steady him against your vanity and move to grab your first aid kit from the cabinet above your toilet. “Take that off.” You gesture to his Spider-Man suit.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook teases, gingerly working his top half out of the suit. He hisses through his teeth as he peels the suit away from his ribs and lets it hang at his hips.

You are not the universe's strongest soldier.

Your eyes drift over all the dips and curves of muscle. A perfectly sculpted chest and abs you could literally eat off of are right in front of you, scrambling every sense you have in your head. You need to focus. Stay focused on the task at hand and not his ridiculously toned body.

“You okay, Data?” he asks, humor in his voice. That horrid nickname he had given you in your first year as lab partners is feeling more endearing these days. You clear your throat.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Just tending to Spider-Man’s wounds in my extremely tiny bathroom.” You try to laugh but it doesn’t sound genuine.

You take out some bandages and gauze and get to work cleaning him up. But even as you tape down the gauze, you can visibly see the wound getting smaller. Super powers really are something else.

“Data.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality.

“What?” You sigh.

“Please come here.” His hands reach for your hips and you give in, letting him pull you until you’re flush against him, suddenly nose to nose. “That’s better.”

“I’m angry with you,” you whisper, heart pumping a bit faster in the close proximity.

“I know that you are. I’m really sorry…I swear I wanted to be there.” You look down to see him slip his gloves off and sit them on the countertop before his hands come up to cup your face.

“Then what happened? You need to tell me.” Your hands wrap around his wrists.

“There’s something out there, Data. A…monster that we can’t figure out. It’s strong…and fast. Nothing I’ve ever seen before.” His thumbs brush the corners of your mouth.

“What does it want?”

“It keeps breaking into the Lab across the River. It’s looking for something. No one at the lab is being very forthcoming with information.” His forehead presses to yours. “But Mr. Kim is working on that part.”

Kim Seokjin, more famously known as Ironman. He was a mentor and a good friend to Jungkook. He was helping Jungkook navigate the new world of being a superhero and also gave him a job to help him pay for school.

“Hasn’t Mr. Kim told you to call him Jin over and over?” you tease, hands coming up to rest against his chest. Jungkook laughs quietly, pulling you closer.

“He has. Guess it just slipped out.” His hands move down to palm your ass.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You raise an eyebrow in question of his actions.

“Just feels like I haven’t touched you in so long.” His warm mouth finds your throat and he presses kisses to the skin.

“Two days is a long time?”

“It is when it comes to you. Thinking about how much I want you gets so distracting.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.

“So what I did for you two days ago wasn’t enough?” You let your hands slither down from his chest and over the planes of his stomach.

“Never enough.” His nose skims over your jaw until you’re back face to face and his lips are devouring yours. “I’d like to pay you back.”

“How?” You moan when you’re cut off by his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Let me show you?” Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom.

Thinking he means to lead you to your bed, you start to pull him towards it, but he seems to have other ideas, walking you back out onto the balcony. He releases your hand momentarily to slide his suit back up over his shoulders.

“What are you going to show me out here, Jungkook?” You start to feel suspicious.

“Do you trust me?” He jumps up onto your railing with ease, still holding your hand in his.

“Not if it involves you swinging me around off the side of buildings.” You start to pull back, but his other wrist shoots a web at your torso; using his inhuman strength, he pulls you up onto the railing into his arms.

“I would never let you fall. Never. Just close your eyes for a few minutes. I promise it’ll be worth it, Data.” He touches your cheek gently, and even though you want to throw up every time he does this, you close your eyes and wrap your arms as tightly as possible around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Ready?” He whispers in your ear, one strong arm wrapping around your back.

You don’t verbally answer, just nod once before burying your face into his neck.

And then the solid feeling of being on the ground disappears and the sickening feeling of free falling is very apparent. You try to breathe, squeezing yourself around Jungkook as you listen to the whooshing sound of his web shooters discharge as he swings you between the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re doing amazing.” Jungkook kisses your cheek. “Just another minute.”

You keep your eyes clamped shut until the curiosity becomes too overwhelming, making you dare to peek just the slightest bit. You see the sun setting on the horizon, orange and purple hues slowly disappearing beneath the river. As long as you don’t think about how high up you are, it really is beautiful up here.

You soak in the feeling of Jungkook holding you so tightly because you never know when the next time may be. You hate to sound so dramatic in thinking that way, but it really is a guessing game sometimes . Your hands loosen and slide up into his hair, making him look down into your eyes and smile when he sees how fondly you’re looking back at him.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, even though there isn’t a single soul that could hear you up here.

Jungkook kisses the corner of your mouth and then the other before the softness of his lips has your eyes fluttering closed. This kiss is only gentle brushes of lips, noses grazing in the sweetest way you can imagine, all the while Jungkook is still effortlessly swinging you between buildings.

He shoots a web straight up into the air, letting it connect to the side of one of the tallest buildings, slowly pulling the two of you up until he’s reached the highest ledge, tapping your thighs so you know it’s safe to put your feet down. You kiss him once more before you open your eyes and look out at the nearly complete sunset…a thousand feet in the air.

“Why are we up here, Jungkook? You know the heights..” He kisses you again before you can finish the sentence.

“Can we try something?” He smiles, and it’s infuriating. You’re too weak for this spidey boy. You sigh with exasperation.

“I’m already very wary of saying yes.” You look away from the ledge towards the top of the building, taking note of all the intricate filigree and gargoyle statues.

“Let me make you feel good…up here.” His cheeks heat a little when he asks.

“Is this some kind of weird adrenaline thing? Why would you want that?” Your voice cracks and you sputter, disbelief heavy in your tone.

“I think it’ll be intense…feel so good.” His lips move down and his teeth nip at your jaw.

“It’s insane…” You melt into his touch and the way his mouth sucks at your neck.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll take you home. And I’ll get you naked in your bed instead.” He pulls your shirt over your head, fully knowing you’re about to give in.

“Bed sounds so good right now…”

“Please, Data…just try it.” He tosses your shirt to the side, cupping your breasts and kissing the tops of them.

“What do I have to do?” You feel too good to let the fear ruin the way he’s making you feel.

“Lie back on the ledge, with your arms above your head and your wrists crossed.”

You let him lead you down onto the ledge, every nerve in your body hot and on edge. Jungkook makes sure that you’re settled before he stands back up straight, looking down at you while you slowly move your arms above your head the way he asked.

“You’re perfect, Data.” Jungkook stares at you a moment longer before he aims his web shooter and traps your wrists together against the concrete ledge beneath you.

Your chest heaves at the idea of being completely helpless. He’s taken away your control and your ability to touch him as you please.

He makes quick work of the sleep pants you had been wearing, tossing them away to join the gargoyles on the rooftop.

“Jungkook…” you whimper when he lowers himself between your legs and lies down on his stomach so he can be face to face with your heat.

“Relax, okay? I’m gonna make it up to you.” He kisses a path down your thigh, sucking gently and caressing with his tongue.

You arch your back from the ledge when he pushes your panties to the side and his mouth finally makes contact with your pussy. Just a sweet kiss at first, then a deep, swirling lick to your clit. You pull against the webbing trapping you in place, fingers begging to be in his hair.

If only the citizens of his precious city could see him right now. Face buried and tongue lapping just for you. All of it for you and not for them.

You can feel tears start to form in your eyes from the way your orgasm is already so close to crashing over you. Jungkook has spent quite a bit of time getting to know your body and memorizing the things he knows that you like.

“Come on my tongue, baby. I’ve got you.” Jungkook soothes before his mouth is back to devouring you.

One particularly harsh suck to your clit while his fingers finally join in on the fun is what sends you over the edge, clenching around his digits in spasms.

You’re lucky that no one could possibly hear you all the way up here. The moans and groans that you both make while Jungkook licks up every bit of your arousal are beyond obscene.

“Please get this web off of me,” you huff between breaths. Jungkook slowly raises his head and with a smile on his shiny face, reaches up and effortlessly rips the webbing from your wrists.

You jolt upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your hands into his soft hair. Your mouths mold together automatically, your tongue tasting yourself from his lips.

“Did you like it?” Jungkook finally asks, pulling you into his lap.

“As long as I continue to pretend we aren’t thousands of feet in the air, I enjoyed it very much.” You both smile and you lean in to kiss the corner of his pierced lip. “You can’t always distract me with your extremely talented mouth though. I just…want you to try and be in my life.” You push some hair off of his forehead before he kisses your lips once more.

“It won’t always be this crazy, Data. I promise. I just want to make sure I help Jin as much as I can with this monster.”

“I know.” You want to tell him that you wish you came first. That there’s always going to be another monster keeping you apart. But that’s the price you pay for loving a superhero.

“Let me take you home?” He stands up, still holding you in his arms.

“Maybe let me put my pants back on first?” You laugh as he sets you down to retrieve your pants from a gargoyle statue.

And then you’re back in his arms and swinging back to reality.

The sun is still warm even though fall is almost in full swing. Leaves are starting to change colors and slowly drop off the trees. You love the smell of them as they dance by you on the breeze.

Something you don’t love is the damn pigeons that have made their home in the nooks and crannies of all the old buildings on campus. They fly down from their nests and make nuisances of themselves with the students, trying to get pieces of food.

You’ve been continuously shooing them away as you attempt to do your homework.

Sitting in the courtyard on top of a patchwork blanket, you’re lost in the numbers and formulas that keep you best distracted these days. So much so that you almost don’t see Jungkook before his head is in your lap and his smiling face is looking up at you, pigeons scattering about from his sudden movements.

“Good afternoon, Data,” he says cutely. You set down your notebook and pen, leaning down to kiss him.

“How nice to see you at school for once,” you tease, pulling his bottom lip gently between your teeth.

“Mm, things have been quiet for a couple of days. I got some sleep…and I missed you.” Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to lay down with him across the blanket.

“What are you doing?” You laugh and push against his chest.

“Making sure everyone sees me kissing you.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” You comb your nails through the hair at the nape of his neck. “If the wrong person sees?”

Jungkook freezes for a moment, his eyes not meeting yours as his face scrunches in concentration. He abruptly sits up on his knees and you follow, looking around the courtyard.

“Something isn’t right.” Jungkook’s voice is low and quiet.

“What is it?” You continue to look around, seeing students walking to class or enjoying the sun in the courtyard like the two of you were.

Your eyes stop when you notice someone by the fountain taking photos with a professional type camera. His head of black messy hair is covered by a backwards black baseball hat. Long legs covered by snugly fit black jeans and his top half in a white button up, sleeves rolled halfway up in the most maddening way.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he’s suddenly looking right at you and you’re able to recognize who it is you’ve been drooling over. You feel embarrassment flood your face and body as you quickly look away, your heart racing in your chest.

Kim Taehyung. A photography student at your university. The best photography student if you remember correctly. You remember having a basic class with him your first year and he had seemed very nice. His smile was sweet, but the two of you didn’t talk to each other much at all.

You did think he was absolutely stunning though, sometimes wishing you weren’t too shy to have spoken to him back then.

Your classes must have all been different after that, but you still see him around campus from time to time. Always taking pictures, but always alone. And last year he seemed to disappear altogether before reappearing when the new semester started.

When you get brave enough to look back up at him, you see he has his camera pointed at you, snapping pictures. You look away again so as not to alert Jungkook of what’s going on. Taehyung smiles when you look up out of the corner of your eye, before moving on to take pictures of something else. Why is your heart beating so fast?

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks, making you jump.

“I should be asking you that,” you manage to croak out.

“That weird sense of something being off is happening… I should go.” He starts to stand up and you grab his hand.

“What about this weekend? You’re still coming out with us right?”

He bends down and captures your lips in a quick but sweet kiss. “I promise I won’t miss it.” He gently nudges your forehead with his, making you roll your eyes with a smile as you watch him jog across the courtyard.

“Was that Jungkook?” Hoseok asks, sitting down across from you on the blanket.

“Um…yeah. He had to get to class,” you lie. Again. “Hey Hobi?”

“Yeah?” He stops grabbing books from his bag and looks up at you.

“What do you know about Kim Taehyung?” You nod towards the man with the camera, still taking pictures of some angel statues on the far side of the courtyard.

“He’s supposedly the best photography major at this school. He’s also…strange.” Hobi pretends to get a chill.

“Strange? Strange how?” You’re interest even more peaked than before.

“I don’t know, ____. I just heard some shit about him talking to himself all the time, and sometimes he comes to class all beat up.” Hobi brushes it off like it’s no big deal.

You don’t pester him any further, instead watching Taehyung as he takes a seat on a bench and starts scrolling through the pictures he’s taken on his camera.

Maybe people are making things up about him because he’s different. People don’t like different for some reason. But you…you tend to be pulled towards the different. Or it tends to find you when you least expect it.

Saturday night has come and almost gone, and you’re still waiting for Jungkook to show up at Club Onyx to meet up with you and your friends. You’ve been waiting for hours and downing drinks the longer you go unanswered.

You’ve called and texted him over and over with no answer and are finally ready to just give up. Hobi gives you that pitiful look as you slam your phone face down onto the table.

“Fuck this, I’m getting another drink.” You don’t say it to anyone in particular and you don’t wait for anyone to answer before slipping into the crowd towards the bar.

“Can I get a Long Island please?” you ask the bartender when she approaches. You slouch down onto a barstool and see a familiar face on the other side of the bar.

Taehyung. Sitting with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. The hat you usually see him wear is nowhere to be seen. Instead, his curly black hair has been somewhat styled over his forehead. He’s still wearing a white button up, but he’s left the top buttons undone this time, revealing the smooth skin of his chest.

“Here you go.” The bartender hands you your drink just in time for Taehyung to look up from his phone and see you already looking at him.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, taking your drink and making a break for the dance floor as quickly as you can.

The song playing isn’t one that you know, but as you chug down your drink you start to care less and less about knowing the song and just let yourself go. You want to have a good time and not mope about Jungkook standing you up once again.

You let strangers grind against you as you move across the dance floor, arms raised above your head and your hips swaying to the beat of the song. You’re a little tipsy as you place your glass down on the nearest table, but not enough to not know what’s going on.

A slower song starts to play with more of an r&b feeling. You watch as people start to pair off, the movements of their bodies making heat rush through you and settle on your cheeks and neck. You start to turn back to find your friends when you feel an arm slide around your waist, making you jump from the suddenness of being touched.

“Easy there, Pigeon,” a voice as deep as the ocean and smoother than satin says against the shell of your ear.

You twist your neck almost too quickly, eyes landing on the face of Taehyung. Your breath nearly disappears completely seeing him this closely.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but you don’t try to move away from him. God, you should move away but you can’t.

“You need someone to dance with.” He smiles and says the words with a matter of fact tone.

“I should find my friends…” Your brain finally starts to catch up and you move from his hold.

“One dance, Pigeon. Would be a pity to waste such a good song.”

“Why are you calling me Pigeon? I have a name.” You fold your arms over your chest.

“I know your name. But the pigeons at school seem to have really taken a liking to you, I couldn’t resist.” His boxy smile widens.

“You’re not being very convincing about this dance.” You try not to smile.

Taehyung puts his hand out asking silently one more time for you to dance with him. There’s that nagging feeling that you shouldn’t, but there’s a bigger part that says Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend, and he stood you up after he promised not to miss this night.

You take his hand.

Taehyung pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulls you towards him, spinning you around at the last second to press your back against his front. You gasp when you immediately feel him lean over you and press his face into your neck, his nose skimming your skin.

His big but delicate hands find your stomach, slithering down until they reach your hips, slightly bunching your dress in his fingers.

He gently moves his hips and grinds against your ass in the most tantalizing way, reminding you that you did in fact agree to dance. Taehyung groans quietly in your ear when the pace of your hips becomes quicker with more added pressure from your ass into his crotch.

You let yourself relax against him, head falling back against his shoulder and exposing more of your neck to him. His impatient mouth finds the juncture of your neck and shoulder and he kisses a soft line across your skin.

“Can’t believe your boyfriend would leave you all alone out here where the monsters can find you.” Taehyung's deep voice vibrates through your body and settles into your core.

“I don’t have a boyfriend…or monsters.” The words come out sounding breathless as he continues to press your body closer to his.

“We think you do.” His long tongue traces the shell of your ear.

We? You let it go because your brain is too foggy with lust to wonder what that could even mean right now.

“I don’t,” you repeat, pushing thoughts of Jungkook away for just a night. Taehyung laughs quietly, pulling your lobe between his teeth as his hands move up your chest to cup your breasts.

You don’t even care who sees the way he’s touching you right now. You’re becoming so turned on that you know your panties have to be absolutely ruined at this point.

“Come home with me.” He spins you around to face him just as the song ends, your eyes fluttering open as he cups your face in his hands.

“That…I can’t.” Your eyes search his, hoping it will make you realize that you need to walk away. Instead, there’s something that tells you you’re safe, but that you’re also in for a world of trouble. You don’t know how you know, you just do.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Pigeon.” His mouth is almost on yours, lips just brushing as he whispers. This man is fucking undeniable.

“Okay,.” you cave. You just want to feel wanted. You want to matter more than a stranger on the street. You want Taehyung to make you forget how much it hurts when Jungkook lets you down over and over again.

“Good girl.” His warm mouth slots with yours as he kisses you feverishly. Like he’s been starving for years and your mouth is his only source of sustenance. It’s hot, fiery, and all-consuming.

Not even sure when his lips leave yours, you’re suddenly being pulled by your hand towards the club exit. Your brain clears and you look around for Hobi or any of your other friends but you don’t see them. And honestly, you hope that they don’t. You hope they didn’t see what happened on the dance floor and you hope they don’t see you leaving with someone who isn’t Jungkook. That would be far too messy to have to explain.

“Did you drive here?” You squeeze Taehyung’s hand and he pulls you closer to him.

“I did. I didn’t even finish my drink, I promise I’m safe to drive.” He eases your mind as the two of you push out of the door and turn towards the parking lot.

But your mind is only at ease for a mere minute before you realize that Taehyung is leading you towards what appears to be a very, very fast motorcycle. Everything on it is jet black and ridiculously sexy. You wish you weren’t absolutely terrified.

“I’m not getting on that.” You stop in your tracks.

“Why not?” Taehyung grabs the helmet off the back and offers it to you. “I’ll even give you the helmet.”

“I just…that looks dangerous.”

“It is.”

“Glad you’re honest,” you half-laugh.

“The bike is dangerous, but I would never let anything happen to you, Pigeon.” Taehyung swings one of his long legs over the motorcycle, straddling it as he waits for you to make a decision.

“We hardly know each other, Taehyung.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t keep you safe on my motorcycle, or that we have to know everything about each other to feel something.” He holds the helmet out again and you feel your mouth go dry at his words.

The danger aside, there is no going back if you get on that motorcycle with him. There is no way you would have an untainted conscience ever again. Every time you were with Jungkook from this day on, you would have to think about the fact that at this moment, you also wanted Kim Taehyung to fuck you.

That should terrify you more than it does.

You grab your phone and quickly open it to see no messages or missed calls from Jungkook. Your answer gets a little clearer as you reach out and take the helmet from his hand.

“Carefully,” Taehyung says, taking one of your hands and guiding you to straddle the motorcycle behind him. You settle the helmet onto your head, and Taehyung smiles widely when he looks over his shoulder to make sure you’re ready.

When he starts the motorcycle, the vibrations from the engine immediately flood your body. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso as tightly as possible, and you wait once again for the world to go past you far too quickly. The same way it always does when Jungkook is swinging you between buildings.

When he pulls out of the parking lot, he doesn’t go too fast like you thought he would. He takes his time weaving between the cars and taxis, making his way through the busy streets and closer to the docks.

You don’t entirely hate the motorcycle ride. Nor do you hate the way Taehyung laces his fingers through yours and holds them against his chest, or the way he brings your knuckles to his lips to brush a kiss against each one while he steers with the other hand. You don’t hate the way he sometimes moves that hand down to tap your thigh to let you know he’s about to make a sharp turn. You wish you hated the motorcycle ride.

Taehyung presses a button on his phone and a door on one of the warehouses starts to lift up. He pulls through it, parking the bike once inside. Your legs feel like jello when you take his hand to try and stand up, stumbling a bit in his hold.

“Okay there, Pigeon?” Taehyung grasps the sides of the helmet and helps you take it off. He sits it on the back of the bike before coming back to help you straighten out your helmet hair.

“It wasn’t terrible.” You smile and so does he, fire moving through your veins the longer your eyes stay locked with his. You quickly clear your throat. “So, you live in a warehouse?”

“I used to live in the city. It was just too…busy. I needed space.” He takes your hand and leads you towards some metal stairs. But before he does, you notice several more motorcycles parked inside the open part of the warehouse. Who is Kim Taehyung?

At the top of the stairs, it opens into a large open loft area that has a surprising feeling of comfort to it. There’s a kitchenette off to the right with just the necessities: a fridge, small table, stove and microwave.

The left side of the room appears to be the bedroom. A big messy bed sits against a headboard with intricate black vines carved into the wood. Soft pillows are haphazardly lying in all directions, some on the floor with their feathers scattered across the room. Taehyung visibly stiffens when he sees you notice them.

“Sorry about those…I think I might have a raccoon stuck in here somewhere.” He laughs and moves to kick the busted pillows under his bed.

Strange. He’s a little strange.

“Do you need something to drink?” he asks.

“Should I be worried about being here, Taehyung?”

“What? No. No, I promise you’re safe.” He crosses the room and comes to stand in front of you, concern evident on his perfect face.

“I just…I don’t do things like this. I’ve never even had a one night stand.” You card a hand through your hair and Taehyung tips your chin up to look at him.

“Why does it need to be just one night?” His face softens and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Taehyung…I don’t know what I’m doing.” It’s barely a whisper.

His head tilts slightly to the side before it spasms slightly, an uncomfortable look painting his face as he shakes his head and gets the spasm under control.

“Stop it.” Taehyung grits between his clenched teeth, mostly to himself.

“Are…are you okay?” Your worry grows by the second.

“Sorry…I’m sorry.” He cups your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I’m not scared of you.” It isn’t a lie. You aren’t scared, but something is off. And you’re too stupid to leave. “Should I be scared?”

“Not of me.” He speaks as if someone else is in the room.

His mouth finds yours again and lust takes the place of worry and concern. Taehyung easily grabs your thighs and lifts you off the ground as if you weigh nothing at all.

The next moments are a blur of clothing being stripped and bare skin coming in contact with hands and lips. Teeth scrape over nipples and long fingers drown themselves inside your dripping pussy. The warehouse echos with the sounds of your moans and his deep groans.

After your first thigh shaking orgasm, Taehyung sits on the edge of his bed and you kneel in front of him between his knees, taking his far too perfect cock into your mouth. You worship him with your tongue and make him come down your throat, his hands tightly gripping your hair.

Chills run through your sweaty body as he bends you over his bed and eases his cock inside you. Stars explode behind your eyelids while your fingers grip the bed sheets.

“He doesn’t fuck you enough, does he Pigeon? You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung’s fingers dig harshly into your hips as he mercilessly pounds you from behind.

You can only moan in response, the coil in your stomach tightening and threatening to burst again. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes and stain the sheets you’re so desperately clinging to.

His fingers suddenly start to feel sharper, like they could pierce your skin at any moment, past the point of hurting in a good way.

“Stop,” Taehyung growls and the piercing feeling of his fingers starts to let up. If your brain wasn’t so fogged by your oncoming orgasm you may have questioned who the hell he was talking to.

“I’m so close,” you whine, feeling Taehyung press himself closer to you, one of his hands coming to the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the mattress. The new angle makes you feel him so deeply that even your stomach clenches and the dam finally breaks; you’re falling off the edge of the most shattering orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Taehyung’s hips stutter as you clench around him, making him moan deep in his chest. When you can no longer hold up your body, he grabs your shoulder and flips you onto your back, then immediately slides his cock back inside your overly sensitive pussy.

You’re so blissfully fucked that it takes you a moment to focus your eyesight on his face. Sweaty black curls sticking to his forehead as you lift your heavy arms and dig your fingers into his hair so you can pull his mouth down onto yours.

“I almost…I almost lost control. You feel so good.” His tongue swipes into your mouth as he angles himself to hit your g-spot with every hard thrust of his hips.

“Please come, Taehyung.” Your nails dig into his back and leave scratch marks across his skin.

“Never wanted anyone as much as I want you…fuck we want you so badly.” He buries his face into your neck as he thrusts once, twice more before you feel him spill inside of you. Hips bruisingly tight against yours as his cock twitches each time more cum fills you up.

“Holy shit.” You move your hands back to his hair and gently lift up to see his face. You swear when he looks at you that all the color has drained from his eyes. They’re solid white.

You gasp and blink once, seeing Taehyung’s pretty brown eyes looking back at you in less than a second.

“Wh-what was that?” You’re still panting.

“What was what, Pigeon?” He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek before he slowly pulls out and walks to his bathroom, giving you a chance to ogle his perfect little ass and the muscles of his back.

“I just…thought I saw something,” you say when he returns to the bed with a cloth for you to clean up with. You really need to get more sleep if you’re starting to see things.

“Did I hurt you?” Taehyung’s face is suddenly a lot more serious when he reaches out to run his fingers over the apple of your cheek.

You remember the way his hands felt on your hips. How they could’ve been on the verge of piercing through your skin. At least, that’s what you thought when it was happening.

Looking down at your hips, there’s obvious red marks from fingertips, but also scratch marks that just don’t seem like they could’ve come from Taehyung’s short cut nails. What the hell?

“I um…I think I’m okay.” You pull the covers up over your hips a little, hoping he won’t see.

“You should sleep here. I can take you home in the morning, I’m just too sleepy right now.” He pouts his mouth a little and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side.

“Okay.” You’re admittedly too spent to call an Uber or argue with him about taking you home tonight. You just need to sleep. Sleep will fix everything. Tomorrow you will wake up and not feel like you’re losing your entire mind.

“…don’t ever fucking do that again…” You hear part of a conversation in your half asleep state. “I swear if you would have hurt her…”

Who the hell is Taehyung talking to in the middle of the night?

“She’s with the spider….liability.” A deep inhuman voice fills the empty air. Your eyes shoot open wide and every nerve is suddenly completely wired.

Are they…are they talking about Jungkook?

“She’s not. She said she’s not,” Taehyung’s voice answers, stress evident in his words.

“We should eat her now…”

“No! You’ll have to kill me if you think you’re ever touching her. And we both know you can’t do that,” Taehyung yells.

You wrap the thin sheet around your naked body and slowly move towards the railing that overlooks the open part of the warehouse downstairs. You stay back far enough so not to alert anyone of your presence.

Looking down, you see Taehyung sitting at a table with his back towards you, wearing his black jeans slung low on his hips and nothing else. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

And that’s when it seems like the shadows around him start to move and your heart threatens to burst from your chest. Because not only do they move, but they have a face. A terrifying face that is seeping from the back of Taehyung’s neck and moving around him …as it talks.

“You’re weak for her,” the monster growls deeply, its huge teeth and unnaturally long tongue becoming more apparent as it moves into the light.

“We had a deal.” Taehyung seethes. “I’m literally the only person you haven’t killed when you bonded with them. You need me to get your symbiote friends home and I need you to take down that fucking lab.”

You can barely believe what you’re seeing or hearing. Is this the monster Jungkook was talking about? The one breaking into the lab across the river?

“Aren’t we friends?” The monster asks in a condescending way.

“Not if you hurt ____. She has no idea what she’s in the middle of and it should stay that way.” Taehyung holds his arms out straight and the monster starts to wrap its moving pitch black skin around him…its skin becoming his.

You’re so startled by the sight in front of you that you stumble back, knocking over an end table full of magazines and books. Fuck.

“Shit,” you hear Taehyung say before the monster has completely consumed him. What stands in his place is something you will never forget for the rest of your life.

The monster must be at least 8 feet tall, huge bulking muscles made of that inhuman black skin that constantly appears to be moving. Its huge white eyes land right on you immediately, its mouth and teeth pulling into a wicked smile as it jumps into the air and clears the railing in a single leap. You scream as the ground crunches beneath its feet when it lands in front of you.

The monster looms over you and all the breath in your lungs disappears.

“What…what are you?” you croak, fear freezing you in place.

“We…are Venom.”

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JUNGKOOK LIBRARY

PARENTS AU

Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover

CHEATING AU/INFIDELITY AU

I surrender by @krreader

Stoic by @blue-jade

Not the only one by @mono-moonchilds

Golden by @kingsuckjin

Bow to you by @flowerwrites06

CEO AU

Untitled by @to-star-lake

ENEMIES TO?????

The wedding planners by @gukyi

OREOs... and Electroshock Couples Therapy by @ladyartemesia

Dextrocardia by @jeonstudios

Clash by @matchagator

FRIENDS TO????

Pen pals by @gukyi

Liability by @alexlwrites

Falling skies by @fortunexkookie

No such thing by @ganggangscenarios

ZOMBIE/ALIEN AU

Wanted by @jincherie

Flesh and blood by @kinktae

FRATBOY/FUCKBOY AU

Night after night by @brown-bi-beautiful

Bitchin by @kinktae

After midnight by @gyukult

New rules by @tayegi

TIME TRAVEL? FUTURE? ALT REALITY

Sweet Apple Biscuit by @rosaetae

BROTHERS BEST FRIEND

My love is here by @solemnreads

FAKE DATING AU

To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before by @hisunshiine

The millionaire and his lover by @gukyi

The proposal by @hansolmates

Blush by @jhsbrat

Here comes the bride, all dressed in pride by @hansolmates

MAFIA/GANG AU

Neon lights by @sunnebeam

Cruel intentions by @explicit-tae

Trigger Happy by @cosmostae

MARRIED/ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

Bloody hell by @personasintro

This love by @daegustae

You're leaving me

EXES TO???

Way back home by @solemnreads (Parents AU)

Guilty Pleasures by @kookslastbutton

DEMON/ANGEL/DEVIL

Deal by @jeonstudios

SPIDERKOOK

Entangled by @caelesjjk

Please Don't Go by @httpjungkookcom

Tangled Webs by @ughseoks-main

Swinging by a fine line by @hongcherry

Devoted to trouble by @jeonsweetpea

ROYALTY

Primrose by @mingshits

One year, my love by @hayjeon

Silver Blades by @jooniyah

Dynasty by @jimlingss

August by @cutechim

Duty before love @blue-jade

SUPERHERO/SUPERVILLAIN

Red and Gold by @thedefinitionofbts

Banter by @littlemisskookie

Bicker by @littlemisskookie

THREESOME

In the dark by @jksangelic

Floored by @lavienjin

NEIGHBOURS

The underwear thief by @gukyi

????

Tethered by @13lov

Polarity by @darkestcorners

Where Do Broken Hearts Go by @back2bluesidex

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 1: the Light Dies

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.6k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness

a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold! In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!

Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀

An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.

Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.

Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.

Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?

You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.

The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.

Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.

Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.

“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”

“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.

With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.

He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.

In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.

So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.

Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.

Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.

Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.

At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.

A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.

Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.

Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.

Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.

With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.

The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.

As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.

The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.

A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.

You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.

At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.

Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.

Bolt.

Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?

What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.

Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.

Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.

Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.

First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.

The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.

A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.

Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.

As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.

Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.

Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.

Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.

Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.

You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…

In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.

Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.

But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.

Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.

Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.

Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.

You were falling.

It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.

A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.

Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.

Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.

That wasn’t what you had expected.

Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.

Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.

Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.

Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.

You groaned.

It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.

You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.

Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.

Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.

Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.

Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.

Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.

They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.

Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.

No difference.

You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?

While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.

Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.

Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.

Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.

“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.

You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.

Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.

Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.

To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.

Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.

Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.

Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.

Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.

This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.

Run.

You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.

But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.

The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.

This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.

On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.

Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.

Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.

You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.

Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.

Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.

You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.

You wanted it to stop.

A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.

At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.

You passed out on the spot.

Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.

But not on the street where you still lay.

The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.

“Here,” he spoke to the silence.

The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.

The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.

A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.

Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.

Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.

As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.

“It’s her?”

The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.

“Pretty sure.”

“She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.

“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.

Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.

“No doubt.”

“Okay then.”

“Can she travel, Jin?”

“Give me a moment.”

Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.

The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.

But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.

You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.

Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?

Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.

Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.

“Can you sit?”

The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.

Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.

“What happened?” came the next question.

As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-

Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.

“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.

“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I don’t, uh, I-I-“

His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.

“You gained powers, didn’t you?”

You froze.

“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”

At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.

Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.

“What do you want-”

Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.

“At least let us check you over.”

Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?

“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”

“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”

You blinked, but found yourself answering.

“I think so.”

Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.

“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”

Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I did. I think still, a little.”

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.

Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.

Jin looked up at Namjoon.

“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”

“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”

Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.

“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”

You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?

“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”

You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.

“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”

“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”

“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”

Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.

“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”

You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.

Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.

But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.

“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”

Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.

“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.

“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”

Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.

Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.

The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.

The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.

But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.

Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.

Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.

Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.

Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.

Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.

Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.

Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.

At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.

Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.

It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.

The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.

“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.

When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.

“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.

Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.

“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”

Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.

What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…

Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.

The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.

Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.

You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.

The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.

The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.

Who were all these people?

Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”

Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.

Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.

Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.

When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.

Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.

Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.

“Kook-“

Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.

Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.

Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.

“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”

“Why was…”

You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.

You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.

“You can sleep in here.”

“Hm?”

Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.

Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.

“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”

Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.

Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.

“You don’t need them…”

He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.

“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”

Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.

But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.

Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.

This couldn’t have happened.

Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…

One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.

You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...

He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.

Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-

Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.

Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.

You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?

With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.

The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.

Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.

As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.

For an extended moment, you could only stare.

Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.

As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.

You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.

This was really happening.

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jung-koook · 3 months

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my superhero ♡

[52/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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sweethartlullaby · 2 years

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bittersweet blood

word count: 2.5k warnings: swearing, death genre: angst, lovers to enemies, action as always, imagine who you would like sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

Your grip on the sword remained strong despite the raindrops threatening to let it slip through your fingers. The moment was coming but you just wanted to savour it, looking down at your nemesis, on his knees and gasping for air.

You watched as he struggled, holding onto the large cut sliced across his stomach; his breathing ragged and puffs of air escaping his lips dripping with blood. The grip on your sword only tightened.

And finally, he looked up.

Your gaze met his and you knew you wanted nothing more than to watch the light leave his eyes. His damn smile crept onto his face slowly and even in the dark, you could make out the blood staining his teeth.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

Years ago...

“I just want to protect you!”

“God, you are annoying.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and you felt your stomach drop.

“And you’re acting like a child!”

“Yeah, I’m not the one screaming, am I?” He glared at you and your heart froze in your chest before you let out an exasperated chuckle. Your mind went blank, unable to comprehend what was going on anymore. Was it so bad you wanted to keep him close and to yourself just so he wouldn’t hurt himself?

“You know what?” You finally sighed out with a stifling laugh and uneven breathing, trying to keep yourself from crying out.

“You’re right. Go do whatever you want.” You took your car keys from the dining table, where you had prepared dinner for him and it was still steaming with warmth. He sighed with what seemed like frustration as you took your coat and slipped into your shoes.

“From now on, I won’t care about what you do.” You said as you tied your laces and went to take your purse.

“And one day,” The realization of what you were about to say hit you like a ton of bricks.

“One day, you’re going to be facing death.” You looked at him, tears brimming in your eyes. It pained you to even say it, with images flashing in your mind that you wanted to rid yourself of.

“And you’re going to remember this day and wish you listened to me.” He chuckled a little and you took it as your sign to leave; walking out of the door and leaving the house you used to call home.

Present time…

“So, what are you waiting for?” He asked and you laughed a little at how bittersweet this ending was going to be. It should be one for the books.

“Kill me, princess. But make it quick.” He coughed out and you noticed the blood splattering out onto the ground in between you two.

“You don’t get to have a say in how you die. That’s completely up to me.” You placed your sword under his chin and lifted his face, seeing the lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes, wet and messy.

Looking at his face now, you wished you would feel something but there was nothing there.

“Miss looking at me so much?” You pulled the sword away sharply, a warning that you could slice his throat open anytime.

Out of everything you ever thought you would go through, never did you think you would be the one wielding the blade that would kill him.

The love of your life.

A few hours ago…

“I see him.”

Taking this mission was perhaps a mistake. Were you ready to meet him?

Did it matter?

The hurt he left you all those years ago still lingered and you knew more than anyone else how doing this could free you from all the suffering. The waking up in the middle of the night, screaming and sobbing into your pillow from nightmares of how he would die. There were many choices, from a truck running into him on the street, a sniper from afar, suicide, and torture. Whatever your twisted brain could think of.

And you thought that maybe if you were the one to do it, they could stop.

It was selfish to do this for the sole purpose of having a better night’s sleep. Was it the newfound anger, or the buried grief and sorrow filling your head? You didn’t know. All you could understand was your mission, to kill him however you wanted.

You looked down at your watch, seeing that you had about three hours left to complete it. And near it, the ring he had given you years ago, a promise he had made to be the best you would ever have.

What a fucking liar.

You scoffed before turning away and looking below you. Your sword rested heavily on your back, ready to be used. You had gotten used to it and it was the weapon that you were most comfortable with, thus it became your main choice for any mission to be completed.

You detected movement in the exit and there he was, running outside with the orb you needed. It glowed in the night, and his stupid brain was probably using it as a flashlight. You tied your hair back and spoke into your earpiece.

“I’m going in.”

With a swift jump, you landed on the same ground he was jogging on and you sprinted, trying your best to catch up with him. But after thirty seconds of running, you noticed that you couldn’t see the glow anymore.

You pulled to a halt, grateful that the rain masked the sound of your footsteps. You looked around, wary of your surroundings.

“Up here, princess.” His voice echoed and you faced up, seeing him with his grin of mischief illuminated by the glowing object.

Without another word, you hopped onto the ledge and lunged at him. Your fingertips barely brushed against the orb before he sped away. You grunted before catching up with him and throwing yourself onto his back, making him tumble and fall onto the ground with the sphere flailing out of his hands and rolling onto the ground. Just as you were about to cuff him, he flipped quickly. With his bigger build and greater strength, getting you off of him must’ve been a piece of cake.

“Hm, I didn’t know you were so kinky.” He looked at the cuffs but you had no reply. You quickly lunged back at him and held his hands together.

“Wait-”

You pushed his arms up, pinning him onto the ground with all your might. The stretch made him wince as you reached to grab the cuffs to bind him with. You grasped onto the metal at the same time he pushed you off of him.

Your back collided with the floor and with your sword still on your back, the fall poked you a little more than it normally would.

“Damn, when did you get so strong?” You nearly replied with a yell as you jumped back onto your feet and pulled out your sword. He stared at the cuffs and raised an eyebrow at you as if to say, “really, this is all you got?” before pulling his arms in opposite directions, breaking the cuff in a matter of seconds.

Your heart skipped a beat, not sure if you found it attractive or if it was the fear beginning to swallow you.

You thought he would go for you but he turned around and walked towards the orb. You quickly leapt onto him, trying to pull him back from reaching the prize. Pulling yourself backwards so he would fall back, you wrapped your thighs around his neck as you raised your sword, ready to bring it down onto him.

But he managed to wring free of most of you before you could, sending your sword flying onto the ground a few feet away from you.

“Woah cupcake, you nearly killed me there. That’s a big move for a very small-” Cutting him off, you kicked his knee, making him lose balance, which he, unfortunately, regained quite quickly. You couldn’t even try to reach for your sword.

He grabbed your small hand and clasped it in his tightly before slamming it onto the wall behind you. With heavy breaths escaping both of your lips, you tried to pull your hand away but he was too strong, unmatched for your frail body.

You felt so humiliated and weak and all you wanted to do was run away into hiding. You came here to kill him, not to be killed by him.

“I’ve gotta say, you’re far better at this than I thought you would be.” His face came close to yours and you couldn’t help but stare right into his eyes. Such familiar and kind eyes, filled with trauma and a soul afraid of death because of all it had taken from others.

“I would knock you out but-”

You yelled, grabbing your small knife with your other hand and tossing it up in the air before bringing it down onto his leg, hearing his thundering scream so loud in your ears. But you had no time to be startled.

You tackled him onto his knees and brought the knife up one more time just so you could finish the job. But watching him struggle ignited your long forgotten soft spot for him, the part of you that would always love him and forgive him after everything he had done.

Unfortunately, your hesitation was his escape.

He jumped off the floor, back onto the ground he was running on just minutes ago and you groaned in frustration at yourself before throwing the knife onto his leg, your aim and precision perfect as usual, striking him on his left foot.

You grabbed your sword and jumped onto the ground before standing in front of him again with the expectation for him to be backing onto his knees. But instead, he forced himself up and grabbed your throat.

“Don’t make me do this.” He grunted, squeezing tighter as you began to feel nothing in your fingertips, losing grip on your sword.

No, no, no, no.

You couldn’t lose like this.

Everything was beginning to spin and you just wanted to succumb to it, to run from the pain around your throat. You needed air, or something just to help you get your shit back together.

“Your love has been a lie from the start hasn’t it?” He said and that was it.

It ignited the desire to fight in you and with all the strength you could gather, you dropped your sword and punched his throat, letting him loosen his grip around you and allowing you to drop. Gasping for air while you picked yourself and the sword up. With a scream, you sliced his stomach with your blade, staining it with his blood. You heard the squelch, proof of your job well done.

You tackled him onto the ground and he grabbed your leg, making you slide onto the floor as he crawled on top of you.

“Enough!” He bellowed but you kicked him away and got on your feet before grabbing the hair on the back of his head and making him face you. No words were spoken for a long while, just the rain and the sweat and heavy breathing.

You let go of his head and brought your sword up, ready to swing the final blow. You exhaled, preparing yourself for perhaps the biggest moment of your life.

“Was it?” He breathed out and you stopped but still held onto your sword tightly.

“Was it really a lie?”

A long pause then you realized.

You shouldn’t waste time like this, and entertain him by answering. But he didn’t deserve that, to die with the thought that you didn’t love him and therefore he did nothing wrong. He should bear the consequences of hurting you, sending the flaming agony into your life and encompassing every moment of your life with acrimony from that moment forward.

“I loved you and I wanted it to be you.” You breathed out, feeling all the enmity rise up into you and pour out of you in flames, undiminishable by the heavy droplets of rain falling onto your warm skin.

“I wanted to grow old with you and have a life with you; a simple and easy life.” You continued as you brought down your sword.

“All I had to hold onto was the man that actually cared about me.” You chuckled, letting the tip of your sword touch the ground.

“I thought I wasn’t enough this whole time but it was just…” You looked into his eyes, desperate and longing and it almost made you break down. Fortunately, he dropped his head before you could.

“It was just you. You were selfish and arrogant and that is why you will die today. It’s not my blade, not my hand, not me. It was you that chose this long ago.” You gripped your sword and gulped, feeling the warm tears starting to fall over your cheeks, burning with bitterness.

I wanted it to be you, so bad.

You swallowed your feelings and exhaled.

All you wanted was him. You just wanted late nights and early mornings with him, waking up to his beautiful face instead of an empty bed and worrying he might not have made the night. You asked for simple things and he couldn’t live up to them so why are you feeling guilty?

You had to do this.

Happy endings never did exist in your book and this was just another job, right? It should be easy. One slice and he would be gone. You would get the orb and that would be it.

And finally, he looked up.

His smile was sad.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

With the moonlight above you, you could see his own tears cascading down his cheeks. He looked beautiful even doing that and you wanted to drop the weapon and wipe them away from his face.

But you knew better than that. His love for you had dissipated long ago and all that was left was a pity for himself. At least, that was what you were trying to convince yourself just so you could do this.

You raised your sword and inhaled, gripping your sword tightly.

It didn’t matter anymore. Now was the time.

Revenge is such a petty idea but this was all it was.

You loved him and he had proven it to be less than enough so why do you have to hold onto it?

Your knuckles were turning white and it felt as if you could split them open if you kept holding onto your sword so tightly.

“Goodbye, my love.”

You breathed out the words, feeling the anguish at the last two words, swallowing you whole. But what he said after broke you even more.

“Good night princess.”

Then you finished the job.

a/n: thank you for reading! i hope you liked it and i’d love to know who you imagined throughout! this was something i wrote a while back but i wanted to upload it so here it is!! thank you again, a reblog or like would be appreciated.

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Marriage Material

synopsis; in which you witness firsthand exactly how much your boyfriend loves you (and distrusts all men).

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. taehyung

genre; minor angst, mainly fluff, humor, established relationship, bts run au

rating; PG-13

warnings; none just a jealous koo <3

w/c; 985

a/n; this debate was too cute. and this idea is even cuter. but jungkook be the cutest.

In his defense, you knew he was a very jealous person.

In your defense, it was his brother.

Jungkook does his best to catch your eye, but you’re too busy, to invested, in helping his older brother out with a perilla leaf.

Once it’s separated, you ask his brother if he’ll need help with more. You may be oblivious to your boyfriend’s agitation, but his brother isn’t.

Jeon Jung Hyun just chuckles nervously, grunting quietly to himself as Jungkook kicks his shin underneath the table again, before telling you no.

“It’s okay, y/n. My brother’s a grown man.”

He chides in from his seat across from you.

“Love, I do the same thing for you all the time and you are a grown man. Sometimes, people need help.”

As you say this, your focus is on perfecting your own perilla leaf, which ironically, you start to have trouble with. Your tongue sticks out in concentration, only for you to puff out your cheeks in minor frustration.

Seeing you having trouble, makes Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he lets out a quiet sigh in resignation. Later — he would explain in great detail exactly how he feels on the matter, but right now you needed him.

Wiping off his chopsticks with a napkin, he stretches out his arm, chopsticks aimed in determination to resolve your problem. When he sees your eyes light up from his help, he wants to puff out his chest the same way a superhero does, cause that’s how he feels whenever he helps you.

Whether it be reaching something up high for you, pulling out your chair and tucking it in, wiping specks of food off your face, giving you the last slice of pizza or bite of food in general (which is how you really know he’s in love with you), or separating a perilla leaf—

His eyes squint involuntarily as he thinks of that last one, but what he doesn’t realize is he’s still staring at you as he does it. You pause your chewing, brows raising in confusion at the look he’s giving you. You swallow.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re about to murder me?”

“What?”

He snaps out of it instantly, sheepish smile on display at getting caught in his own head. His eyes flicker to his brother’s momentarily, and it has Jung Hyun stuffing his face with another perilla leaf you helped him with earlier in order to avoid his brother’s wrath. It only fuels his jealousy.

Following his line of sight, you find him glaring at his brother and frown.

“What’s with the gloomy face, y/n?”

Taehyung asks in question, sitting back down next to Jungkook, now back from his trip to the bathroom. Jungkook’s head swivels to yours.

“Did I do something wrong, love?”

You try to think back to moment’s later, head replaying the past in flashes until you sit up straight, eyes widening in epiphany.

“This has to do with that perilla leaf debate, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook tries his best to look everywhere but at you, and Taehyung stares between you both in amusement, chuckling.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” He lightly elbows Jungkook, who leans away from him, choosing to stay silent, but you know better now.

His hand fidgets with the straw in his cup as he nervously pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. That’s all you need to see, though, your hand coming to lay on his.

“Jungkook, love, look at me.”

He does. For only a minute. Eyes now focusing on Taehyung who leans into Jungkook to prod further.

“Y/N, did you help his brother with a perilla leaf, per chance?”

You purse your lips, as does Jungkook.

“I did.”

“Ah.” He nods, then leans back against the booth with his arms crossed. He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder.

“Are they gonna fall in love now, and get married?” Taehyung jestures, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension he’s slowly beginning to feel. Jungkook’s brother stays silent, fully aware it’s best not to add to the growing tension he didn’t mean to cause.

You give Taehyung a hard stare. He backs off, hands up in defense.

“Hey Tae, let’s go pay for the meal, yeah?” Jung Hyun offers suddenly, and Taehyung gives him a grateful smile.

“Yep! See you both…in a minute.”

Just like that, they walk away.

Taking the opportunity, you slide out of your seat and take Taehyung’s, now side by side with Jungkook. Again, you attempt to gain his attention by taking his hand in yours. This time, it works.

“You know I love you, right?” You start, tone soft.

“Of course.” He angles his body to face yours better, and now that he no longer has the napkin to play with, he defaults to playing with your fingers instead.

“You know I would never leave you—,” you wiggle your fingers in his grip for emphasis with your next words. “—especially when the whole reason we’re having dinner in this nice restaurant is to celebrate our engagement.”

He rubs the back of his neck, tilting it back to look at the elegant light fixture above the table for a split second, before fixing his gaze back on yours.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.” You caress his hand with the back of your thumb, eyes full of nothing but understanding.

No judgement.

“It’s just, how did I get so lucky that you chose me of all people to spend the rest of your life with?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you put this ring on my finger, love.” You smile warmly at him, and his whole body fills with content. When you kiss, it makes every worry of his slip away, and all he can think about is how he can’t wait to marry you.

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KTH

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V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you. Superclumsysuperhero!RMverse AU.

PJM

Christmas Mass Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest, stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You’re a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you’re always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered by no God. Demon AU. Dark smut.

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KNJ

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Cold Feet You don’t want to get married anymore, what does Namjoon want?

JHS

Day Dream The days are hotter, the nights are hotter too. You sleep, restless. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker and things somehow become even steamier. Sandman!Hoseok Dream Analysis / Alternate Ending

Disco Winter Ball You and your friend Hoseok are best friend buddies going on a date to the annual disco winter ball. But it’s not a date date, okay? You and Hoseok just love music and you love dancing and Hoseok loves watching you dance. Wait not love, not in that way! A friendly love. Just friends. Just two friends who drink a little too much eggnog. HOAL couple holiday special

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MYG

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King of Corruption [Sequel to Christmas Mass] The organ player takes his time with you, holding you and caressing your body while you sleep, until you can’t discern your dreams from your reality. A king and a sleeping beauty, his name leaves your lips like a prayer, prostated at his feet in blind reverence…the perfect position for him to corrupt and defile you. Demon AU. Dark smut.

KSJ

The Flower Bridge You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping air and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you. Ghost!Seokjin.

Meet Cute, Time Loop A story where Seokjin loves you before you love him before he loves you.

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Seokjin’s Ho Ho Ho Your boyfriend surprises you with a Christmas dinner on the beach, things get a little steamy, candy canes get sucked, peppermint liquor might be involved, there is definitely some questionable Santa Costume attire, and lots of jolly lovin’! HOAL couple holiday special.

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there.

Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin Welcome to Gangnam Girlfriend! Where Korea’s top eligible singles fight for a chance at love! You're supposed to be playing the dating game right? Not sneaking off in the middle of the night with the show’s host to watch the stars and talk about all your lost love connections, cuddling under a blanket. And even if the choice is clear, Kim Seokjin can't date you, the reason you joined is because you wanted a public relationship, and Jin could neverrr. Even though he wants to finally settle down! But Hybe wouldn't let him join as a contestant so he took the next best thing instead, our story's beloved host, yet now he's regretting his decision as he watches the girl he is starting to fall for fall for someone else, oh no! Meet the Cast / Epi1 - 85%

OT7

SERIES

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea [Fantasy AU] A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters. Member Imagines /Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 - 5% / ?

Handshakes of a Lifetime [Soulmate AU] …the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.” Playlist / Ch1 / Drabble - JJK / Ch2 / Ch3 / X-mas - JHS / Ch4 / X-mas - KSJ / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 / Ch8 / Ch9 / Ch10 - 10% / ?

Caught! House of Cards [Yandere AU] You needed money. The pandemic offered little options. So you joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? It was a decision you didn’t think too much about, you just wanted an income again. Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. You weren’t prepared for the consequences of your actions. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down… Profiles / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Xmas Drabble - KTH / Ch5 - 90% / ?

Run Run Run [Zombie Apocalypse AU Slow Burn] A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again. Member Poll / Seoul Flow / Yangyang Living / Seoul Town Road / Hwarang Freestyle / Seoul Close / Samsung State of Mind - 5% / The Big Hit Break In! - TBA / ?

T H E T A K E O V E R [BTS Apocalypse / Dystopian AU Thriller] The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world. Now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world Prequel / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 - 78% / ?

DRABBLES

BTS (as kisses) / BTS (as holidays) / BTS (as drinks)

BTS Cheering You Up While Studying Korean

MASTERLISTS

Naughty Girl Christmas BTS X-MAS Masterlist

Spring Fling Fantasy Stories that Bloom Masterlist

BTS Supers RM Verse Masterlist (coming soon…)

Original Masterlist

#bts masterlist #bts imagines #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fantasy au #bts hybrid au #bts yandere #bts soulmate au #ot7 x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader

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