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The Arach (M)

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Happy Birthday Jungkook!

Summary:

In a time of magic and gods. Of mythical creatures and sacrifices, you were to meet your fate. You were to be offered to the arach.

Genre: Smut, Celtic AU, Mythical/Supernatural, Crackish

Pairing: Dragon!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Situations, mentions of human sacrifice, claiming

Word Count: 6106

Vocab: tuath = tribe, ri = chief/king, fine = family, arach = dragon, filid = seer/soothsayers

For months the shadow of a great winged beast had passed over your tuath’s land, cows and sheep disappearing once every week since it’s appearance. Your father, the tuath’s ri, had sent your twin brother to fetch a druid once he caught wind of the first sighting.

You had been first in your tuath to see it, having been under the wing of the tuath’s bard for training. Just two more winters and your training would be complete.

You had been practicing the art of voice when the light of the midday sun was blocked, causing you to cast your gaze towards it. Your breath caught in your throat when golden scales shimmered in the day’s glow. Though hot on its tail were rolling dark clouds, thundering as they spread and trailed behind it. A storm. The beast had bought a storm with it. It wasn’t long before shouts filled the air, others finally noticing what was in the sky.

The sun was beginning it’s journey westward by the time your brother had returned with a druid in tow. The druid was bought into your father’s home to discuss the beast and its presence. As you were the first one to see the creature before the clouded sky obscured its silhouette, you had been allowed to join them. The priest was quick to tell you that the beast, the arach, was a good omen. One of fertile land and a good harvest as well bringing the power of mother earth with it since arachs were chosen by the gods to be the guardians of wisdom and the known world. And the fact it bought rain with it seemed to be further proof that the arach’s presence was a blessing.

The druid encouraged your father to make sure the arach stayed, and to make offerings; to turn a blind eye to any livestock that went missing and to send the beast sacrifices.

And so your father followed the advice given. He didn’t fuss over the odd sheep going missing, but when weapons and precious materials started disappearing, he started the practice of making sacrifices.

At first he sent the non-freeman, those who broke the tuath laws, only for them to return with heads bowed in shame and carrying a message:

“The arach wishes to be sent only young maidens who are of age but no younger than 18 winters.”

When word caught your ear of the demand, your stomach dropped. Yes, it was an honour to be sacrificed to a great being, but there was only few who fit the category of appropriate offerings. You were one of those few and since your father could not find you a willing suitor and your bard training soon to come to an end, it was highly likely you would be offered. Once you had finished your training, you would not be allowed to wed either. Your father and brother had been particularly desperate to find you a suitor before it was too late but all were driven away by your brash behaviour. A side effect of having no female figure in your life since your mother died in childbirth, just like the goddess Macha. A woman-turned-goddess who died while birthing twins, exhausted from being made to race against steeds by her husband.

You watched as once a month, a girl around your age would disappear into the forest, never to return. Then the day arrived. The day you were chosen for sacrifice. Your father had made a speech to the rest of the tuath about how it honoured him greatly to give up his only daughter to the arach. Your brother, on the other hand, pleaded for you to leave the tuath. To run to safety, even though it went against his own training as a soon to be druid himself. He could not bare to lose his only sister, his twin and other half. But you refused. Running away would bring a curse onto the tuath. You couldn’t let that happen. So with a heavy heart, your brother offered you the only protection he could offer: a prayer to Cernunnos before you entered the woodland to the east of your lands, to where the arach’s den laid.

“I don’t see why I need protection when crossing through the forest when the other sacrifices did not.” You complained while the elder women of your father’s fine fussed with your hair and clothing. You had to look presentable for your death.

They braided your hair, weaving freshly picked flora and beads into the intricacies they created. Designs that were memorized and passed down through generations. A torc adorned your neck, the gold resting heavily on your collar bones. As daughter of the ri, golden rings decorated your body. They proudly situated on your arms, wrists, fingers and ankles. You were dressed in purple floor length tunic, sleeves short as to showcase your golden bands. Intricate designs had been sown into the tunic in a lighter shade of purple while a simple gold chain girdle rested on your hips.

“It is Ostara, the day of the goddess Eostre, the animals and creatures are in rut. We need you to reach the arach untouched.”

You gulped, “Do… do you think I will remain untouched when I join mother in the Otherworld?”

Your brother placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, mindful of the hard work of the fine.

“Ask the filid when it is time for you to be offered. They will have the answer, I cannot see into the future.”

You stood in front of the forest, in the same place where the offerings before you had stood. The filid was beside you, a cloak around her shoulders, her hood down to show her painted face. The twisting patterns holding ancient meanings.

“Filid, may I ask, when I join my mother… will I be untouched?”

The filid gave you a gentle smile, “Do not worry about the Otherworld, arach silliin, you have the blood of Macha with you. It is time for you to meet your fate. Recite the prayer your brother gave you.”

With a shaky breath, you staightened your back, wishing your father would tell them to stop. You looked over to him only for him to give you a nod.

“G-God of the green, Lord of the forest, I offer you my s-s-sacrifice.” Your focus went back to the forest, “I ask you for your blessing. You are the man in the trees, the green man of the woods, who brings life to the dawning spring.” A light began to shine within the foliage, “You are the deer in rut, mighty Horned One, who roams the autumn woods, the hunter circling round the oak, the antlers of the wild stag, and the lifeblood that spills upon the ground each season.” Your voice grew in confidence as it approached, “God of the green, Lord of the forest, I offer you my sacrifice. I ask you for your blessing.”

From the light emerged an almighty stag.

The filid gave you a gentle push towards it, “Cernunnos has come to escort you. He gives you his blessing and accepts you as the tuath’s sacrifice.”

The stag lowered onto its front legs, as if bowing to you. You took tentative steps towards it and it gestured to its back, was it a silent command to hop on? Did the manifestation of the Lord of the forest really want you to ride it?

“Go on child of Macha, this is an honour only few get to have.” She took your hand and led you closer to the stag, helping to seat you on it’s back, “You are the daughter of the ri, silliin to the arach and child of the gods. This is your birthright.”

The filid untied a crown of flowers from her own girdle, placing it on your head with the utmost gentleness. And with that, the stag rose to it’s full height and turned away from your tuath. It took all your strength not to cry. You would be meeting your mother in the Otherworld soon enough.

The midday sun was at its peak, you were having difficulty staying awake. Until a soothing bartone filled your ears.

“We are there, daughter of Macha.”

“W-who said that?”

The stag turned it’s head to look at you as it continued forward, entering a clearing, “I did, child.”

That couldn’t be. There was no way Cernunnos was speaking to you through his avatar. The stag once again lower to allow you off its back. Though it did not leave. Instead, it lowered itself further to lay on the lush green grass in front of you.

“Why are you shocked? You are a daughter of Macha, descendant of a goddess from the Morrigan.”

You couldn’t have been more confused, “What d-do you mean?”

The stag tilted its head, apparently confused itself, “Do you not know of the blood that runs through your veins? The lineage you inherited from your mother?”

“She died in childbirth. I never met her.”

The stag nodded in… understanding?... “Only the filid must know of your bloodline then, since your mother came from a neighbouring tuath. Child, Macha was your mother’s mother’s mother.”

You were about to question the stag further when a great wind blew into the clearing, bellowing, as a shadow appeared over you. The arach had arrived. The arach had arrive and you had just found out your were a descendant of a goddess. You couldn’t die. Not now. You had so much more to learn.

You turned towards the beast as it descended into the clearing, golden scales shimmering, catching the light. Unbeknownst to you, the stag stood back up as the arach landed, the arach’s wings folded in as it bowed to the stag. And with that, the stag left back into the woods.

Lightning crackled around the beast, building up to a blinding degree before disappearing with a flash. There, before you, was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Long dark hair the colour of the skin from a ripe cherry framed his face, complimenting his aureate skin. Wide eyes, silver like the moon, took in your own features and his nose scented the air before his lips split into a toothy grin. Golden scales covered his shoulders and sides, leaving his undersides like his stomach uncovered… He was naked…

“My my, aren’t you the bejeweled one? You must be from a wealthy family. And from the purple gown… you’re royalty in your tuath. The ri’s daughter perhaps?”

Even his voice sounded gorgeous. Why did death have to greet you like this? Couldn’t it have stayed as a giant beast?

“A… Are you the arach?”

“No shit. You just saw me transform. And I have a name. It’s Jungkook.”

Jungkook…

As hard as you tried your eyes kept wandering downwards. Sure you had seen the warriors of your tuath bereft of clothing but none were as attractive as the creature that was approaching you in slow measured steps. Jungkook appeared to be sizing you up.

“Could you m-maybe cover up? The only man I should see like this is my future husband.”

Jungkook laughed, his eyes gleaming deviously, “You are here to be sacrificed, maiden, there is no future husband for you.”

A furious anger made itself known inside of you as he mentioned your lack of a future.

“I am not ‘maiden’. I am Y/N of Cauci. My father is the ri of the tuath, and my mother's lineage is of the great goddess Macha. You will not kill me and you will stay on my tuath’s land.”

“Kill you? I don’t plan on killing you, my little demi-god. If I wanted a dead sacrifice, I would’ve asked for a grand ceremony, a public spectacle.”

Silence filled the space between you as Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with mirth. You weren’t going to die… but if that was the case…

“What happened to those before me?”

He smiled, surprising you with how… human… his teeth looked. You were expecting rows upon rows of daggers, like a lynx.

“They’re safe. I delivered them to different tuaths. A person rejected by an arach is dishonoured, an omen. A person gifted by an arach is treated with respect.”

You took Jungkook’s word for it and breathed a sigh of relief. Arach’s didn’t lie after all. The other girls were safe… Did that mean the same for you? Would you be taken across the land only to be dropped at some other tuath’s land? No longer the Ri’s duaghter, your training as a bard abandoned? Would you be forced to marry?

It was strange how easily you accepted the prospect of all this earlier when you thought you were facing death. But now you knew that death wasn’t what the deities had planned for you… You’re chest began to constrict.

“So… so… You’re going to make me leave my home behind… for the sake of my honour?”

Jungkook scoffed, seemingly having closed the space between you while you were caught in thought. His hand coming up to cup your chin, eyes staring into your own, amusement swimming within them.

“Little demi-god, your honour is mine. I’m making you leave your home because it is the fates will. Why else would you be bought to me by Cernunnos during Ostara?”

You blinked up at him as the pieces began to fit together in your head. Ostara, the time beasts and animals alike went into rut… An arach asking for maidens of age… He was looking for a suitable partner to state his needs.

You took a step away from him, “Do you honestly believe I’d let you… lay with me?!”

Jungkook looked taken aback, clearly thinking you wouldn’t question fate’s will. You crossed your arms as he shook his head, that smirk of his returning.

“Maybe I was too… arrogant… I’ll be as clear as possible. We, you and I, are tied by fate. I am of age and have been searching for my life mate. My silliin.” He took a tentative step forward to once again close the distance. “I knew I had found where they were when flying above your tuath. I could smell them. But I couldn’t tell who it was. From the scent I knew they were a maiden of age.”

Your eyesbrows drew together. The filid and Cernunnos had referred to you as silliin. Had this been what they meant?

“And… You think I’m her?”

His tongue snuck out, wetting his lips, “I know it is you.” He leant forward, towards your neck, and sniffed, “Definitely you.”

Fate sure had a strange sense of humour. The daughter who couldn’t find a suitor was destined to be the life mate of an arach. AN ARACH… A gorgeous one at that…

“Why should I accept you?”

He straightened up to look down at you, concerned and uncertain, “Because you want me? The spice of your arousal is colouring your scent so deliciously.”

You huffed, “At least others tried to court me-”

“Arach’s don’t court. In fact, this is the closest to courtship you’ll get from my kind. My mother literally spotted my father and swooped down, carting him off to her home.”

Your jaw dropped and he chuckled, arms sneakily wrapping around you.

“Will you accept me, my little demi-god? I can provide you with shelter, food, protection… freedom to see the world if that is your desire. And in return all you need do is be the mother of my children.”

Fear crept into your veins, travelling to your heart and constricting your throat. None of the women on your mother’s side had survived childbirth from what you knew. It was always twins and certain death.

“I-I- I’ll die-die if I-”

He cut you off by pressing you to him, “Can you feel it? My heart beat? Once we consummate our joining, we’ll share it. Your heart will beat with mine for as long as I live. Don’t be afraid, Y/N of Cauci.”

And you could feel it. Strong against your own chest, already beating in time with your own erratic one. He was just as afraid as you. Though he was afraid of rejection, you were afraid of dying.

You barely noticed how close his face had drawn to yours, too caught up in his silver eyes that grew darker the longer you stayed pressed up to him. Well, you barely noticed until he spoke again, his lips brushing against yours, sending tingling sparks across them.

“Will you accept me? I need your answer.”

What was the point in rejecting him? You no longer had a fine you could return to. At least he offered you a choice on how you would proceed in life.

"I lost everything as soon as I was chosen to be a sacrifice, I have nothing more I can lose.”

You heard what sounded like a faint whine, like the arach was distressed by your words.

"Accept me and you don't have to lose everything. I'll remain by your tuath. You can still go see them. My mark on you will let them know you are not dishonoured."

You didn’t have to lose everything. Your brother’s face flashed before your mind’s eye. With that thought in mind, you gave him your answer.

“I… I accept-”

His lips were on yours in an instant, lightning suddenly coursing through you in place of the fear that once gripped you. Was this what all kisses felt like? Cause you could’ve gotten addicted to them. The building heat radiating from him was seeping through your tunic, contrasting the chill of the spring air against your back.

You were the one to break the kiss, panting for breath as more sparks spread through you where his hands ran up your back and down your sides, making quick work of your girdle. The metal snapping under his strength.

“Say it again, I won’t interrupt you this time.”

His eyes had turned pitch black save for a few flecks of silver that survived, making it seem like the night sky was trapped in his gaze, much like you were.

“I accept you… Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes slid shut as he visibly shivered, taking a deep breath before opening them again.

“You won’t regret this, I promise.”

He then proceeded to rip your tunic down the front. Didn’t he know how expensive purple dye was?! And exposing you to him with no hesitation either? The nerve. One arm flew up to cover your breasts while the other shot downwards to cover your most intimate area. But he paid you no mind, taking the remains of your tunic and laying it out on the grass beside you. It’s not like he wasn’t affected by your nakedness if the hardness between his legs was anything to go by. You’d admit to being confused by his actions.

At least you were until he patted the material he had lain on the ground, “Care to join me down here, Vahdin?”

You took a moment to truly look at him. How the breeze gave his long tresses life. How his scales caught the sun and glittered like jewels. A creature that was indeed blessed by the gods themselves yet nothing like how legend described. No tale ever told to you, that you learnt from the current bard, mentioned an arach taking human form. Heat built in your chest and spread up your neck, to your cheeks and settled on your ears. From his beauty or his simple act of attentiveness, you didn’t know.

Taking tentative steps towards him, you stopped once your feet were on the rich fabric. Slowly, you lowered onto the remnants of your clothing, still covering yourself with your arms.

“Do… Do you want me to remove my jewelry?”

He shook his head, “They’re a sign of your status. That would be like asking me to cut my hair.”

You gave him a quizzical look.

“I’ll explain it later. We’ll have all the time in the world to learn about each other.” He reached up and removed the flower crown from atop your head. You were surprised it had stayed on at all. “Let’s focus on the now. The offering of each others bodies.”

“Ha-have you done this before?”

He chuckled, “Of course not. My body is for you, my silliin, and you alone.”

You were taken aback by his gentleness as he gripped your wrist and moved the arm covering your breasts away. His eyes widened, reminding you of the forest animals when they caught sight of a human. But that wasn’t the case with him. His eyes didn’t hold fear. They held reverence. Taking in the details of you at his leisure. He muttered things to himself in a language you did not know. Did arach have their own tongue? One word you did understand - Lugh.

His hands travelled to your breasts, cupping them delicately, “Soft. So soft. I’ve been blessed with such a fine mate.”

“Fine? Am I simply fine?”

His eyes snapped towards yours, a playful smile on his lips, “You’re more than fine. I would say you’re perfect but I’d like to see and feel all of you before I decide.”

Your free hand went to his chest, marvelling at it’s firmness and the difference in texture from skin and scale. Both gave way under the pressure of your hand. But where his skin was soft yet firm, his scales were rough yet smooth.

“Do you even know how to… to…?” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence but he seemed to catch on to your question.

His cheeks were dusted rose, a first for the confident arach, “I’ve stumbled across humans… mating on my travels searching for you. And my father explained the male side of things, my mother explained the arach side.”

You remembered coming across amorous couples A-maying during Beltane when you had gone herb picking in the forest for your brother. The memory made your own cheeks colour.

“O-oh. Is it different for arach?”

Jungkook coaxed you to lay back, his hands having moved to your shoulders, “We… uh… we mate for life. We show that bond through a claiming mark-”

“Like a marriage knot?”

“...I have no idea what that is.”

You blinked up at him, “You… don’t know… what a marriage knot is?” He avoided eye contact, choosing to once again focus on your breasts, massaging them under his palms. “It’s uh… um… stop distracting me… it’s what’s-ah! What’s tied around the hands of those who want to be paired for life.”

He stopped tweaking your nipples to look at you in confusion, “They spend the rest of their lives literally tied together?”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. It just slipped out. And once it did you couldn’t stop it.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re only tied together in the ceremony. After the hand-fastening has been done they exchange and wear rings that act as proof of their union.”

“So humans have two types of marking? One temporary and one permanent?” You nodded as he traced a pattern onto your stomach, “Arach only have one way of marking. It is forever and is etched into skin with our lu. It’s part of the mating process.”

“Oh…” You were feeling somewhere between shocked and awkward, “Will… will it hurt?”

His hands traveled even lower to rest on your hips, his head coming down to settle on your breasts, looking up at you, “No. It won’t feel good or bad. My dad said his mark felt like someone was blowing a design onto his stomach. Which makes sense since my mother is an arach of the wind.”

“What kind of arach are you?”

“I am an arach of lightning, blessed by Lugh himself.”

“So how will your mark feel?”

Jungkook smirked at that question, mischief in his eyes, “Probably like this.”

With that he turned his head and captured one of your nipples between his lips, tongue sweeping across, sending tingles through you. You gasped and instinctively arched into him, fingers twining into his cherry locks, to pull him closer or push him away, you did not know. Your grip tightened when his teeth grazed along the stiffening bud, a small noise of… approval rumbling in his throat. To your embarrassment you felt your own body reacting to it, heat pooling in your stomach and becoming a sticky wetness between your thighs. You had felt this before so it was not unfamiliar but before this moment you only knew the sensation from heated dreams and the sweaty mess you’d wake up as.

He released the pebbled bud with a lewd pop, gaze travelling southward as his nose twitched, “Fuck. You’re like this already?” He groaned, “So wet for me, from my touch. Zu'u nox rah tol vorohah hi fah zey.”

You didn’t have the chance to ask him what he had just said as his hand that had been resting on your hip trailed a path of sparks to your core. His fingers pressed against your slit then swiped upwards, flicking the little pleasure nub you had down there. (You knew it was something that made you feel good, but you did not know if it had a name.) Jungkook lent back, making sure you had a good view of him as his bought his essence covered fingers to his mouth, tongue slipping out to sample you before lightly groaning and sucking on his fingers. Something warm dripped onto your thighs, distracting you from his little display. Your eyes flicked down to the spot, coming upon a small translucent puddle of white there. Another drip. You retraced it fall to… the arach’s hard red cock. Curiosity led your actions as one of your own hands left his shoulders to swipe your index finger through the little puddle. You found yourself rubbing the substance between your finger and thumb, feeling the consistency before copying Jungkook’s actions.

Your nose scrunched up at the salty taste and slimy texture, making a mental note never to let that stuff come near your mouth again. Jungkook tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“Why did you do that?”

“I-I was copying you. Why did you?”

He chuckled and leant down to nuzzle his cheek against your own, “I did it to double check you were fertile. Your scent gives a small indication but the only true way for me to know is to get a taste of you.”

“I-I-Is it important that I am?”

He sat up and shook his head, “Not for the bonding. But it is Ostara, remember.”

You paled. Having just found out you were a descendant of Macha, who ruled over fertility amongst other things, it was more than likely you would end up with child after the bonding. You prayed to the gods that the arach was right in saying you wouldn't die in childbirth.

Jungkook offered you a gentle smile, a hand coming up to caress your cheek as if to brush away your worries, “Breathe, Vahdin, everything will be alright.”

His other hand grabbed your ankle to reposition one of your legs over his shoulder before positioning his member at your core. His tongue once again swiped across his lips as he leant down to capture your own in a heated kiss. Those addicting sparks coursing through you intensified as he pushed himself into your heat, stretching you out on him, taking your maidenhood. It created a dull ache, almost like a slow growing burn but his lips moving against yours, tongue asking for entrance, distracted you until he was fully sheathed.

You broke the kiss with a shaky gasp, your body adjusting to the foreign object buried deep inside you, sparks tingling from your connection. Panting drew your attention to the male above you. His arms were shaking, brows furrowed in concentration. He seemed more affected than you.

“Shit… so hot… so tight.” He groaned, “I want to fuck you so bad… Please tell me I can.”

“J-j-just give me… a moment. You’re bigger than my fingers.”

Jungkook’s eyes went comically large, “You’ve touched yourself? Fuuuuck~”

His hips rolled forward, grinding against yours, the friction it created making you both moan in pleasure. The motion had caused him to brush against somewhere in your core that felt so good you involuntary clenched around him.

“Fuck! Lugh... give me strength... “ Jungkook took a deep breath and let out a strangled groan as you wrapped your free leg around his waist, pushing him further into you, “Why did you have to be the descendant of a goddess who rules over sex magik?”

If you weren’t so focused on how he felt and how his pelvis rubbed against that special nub, you would’ve asked him what the fuck he meant. But, lucky for him, you were thoroughly distracted. Everywhere your skin touched his had sparks flying through you. Something aside from pleasure began to build inside of you. A type of pressure. One beside the release you had known from your alone time.

What the? What was happening?

You noticed that the leg strewn over Jungkook’s shoulder was glowing red like a fire. Though you did not have a moment to dwell on this as the arach shifted, pressing ever closer to you, sweat dripping as you felt the slight scratch of his scales.

The pressure releases, causing you to scream in ecstasy, drowning out the utterances of the arach as a hand pressed into your stomach, what felt like lightning spreading out from his touch to encompass you.

Everything turned black.

You awoke in a place entirely unfamiliar, on plush animal pelts, torches keeping the cold and dark at bay. Aching, you sat up, pausing to note how much… lighter you felt. Strange. Looking around you realised you were in a cave but it was littered with things such as gold, jewelry, cured meats, weaponry and clothing items. The bard had told you stories of places like these, passed to him by those who did not follow the same gods as your people. Those who stole from arach and lived to tell the tale. This was a den.

Memories from before you fell unconscious resurfaced in your mind. You had sex with an arach. The Arach! You looked down to find intricate blue markings adorning your stomach in a design that was actually familiar to you. It was a ceremonial marriage knot. A sign of your union.

It really did happen.

You had agreed to spend your life with Jungkook.

But that wasn’t the only thing adorning your skin. You had scales! Golden scales! What in the fuck? They were on the outer parts of your arms and thighs, your calves covered but your stomach and inner thighs bare.

“You’re awake then now, dii mal hef ekrah.” Jungkook drawled with a smug smirk, appearing from behind a huge pile of clothing, somehow still naked.

You hastily covered yourself with one of the pelts, “What happened to me?”

The arach plopped down beside you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“It appears you became connected with your divine heritage. You even have Macha’s fiery hair now. Happened after you became all glow-y and passed the fuck out while cumming on my dick.”

Your cheeks heated at his crude wording. You didn’t dwell on it for long though, grasping a handful of your hair to find that it really had changed. This made no sense. What was going on? Where you put under some kind of trickery magic? Was this real?

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” You whispered in utter disbelief.

Jungkook laughed, “As much as I’d love to, I remember a certain maiden making a big fuss about courting.” He held out a bundle of fabric you hadn’t noticed before. “Put this on and I’ll take you back to your tauth.”

You were confused.

“Why?”

“So I can court you, hefhah.” He rolled his eyes at you, “Macha would skin me alive if I did wrong by you.... But not only that. It’s what you wanted and as my equal, dii vorey hef, what you deserve.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden. You were going home. You were going to see your fair and brother. The arach was keeping to what he said, you didn’t have to lose anything. Grateful, you took the blood red fabric from him, struggling to dress yourself while still covering your nakedness.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, silliin, no need to hide that body of yours from me, let me admire my handy work.”

You blinked owlishly at him, “Your handy work? I thought this was from being a daughter of Macha; apart from the mark on my stomach.”

He shook his head and chuckled, “The hair and glowing was Macha’s lu. The scales are from my lu too. It’s a side effect of it at least.”

Oh. That made sense. Sort of.

“We’re courting, you can’t see me naked until I say so.”

True to his word, Jungkook returned you to your village, taking his human form again once your feet were safely on the ground. Your tuath was confused at first, not recognising you, but an explanation from the filid about your change in appearance soon had them understanding. She was the first to welcome you back with an embrace, followed swiftly by your brother and finally your father himself.

You and Jungkook lived separately after that, he in his den and you in your roundhouse. He would come to visit you at least once a week, bringing the life giving rain with him along with gifts to win your affections. Gifts ranging from instruments and jewelry to weaponry and thick clothes made of toughened animal hide. Clothes that were put to good use when you insisted on sparing with him, all members of tuath could defend themselves in armed combat, you weren’t about to let your skills get rusty because your monthly cycle had stopped. You were the descendant of a war goddess afterall.

After 7 moon cycles, when your stomach had grown large and round, Jungkook had found a place for himself in your heart. The arach was loyal, protective and kept to his word. He did his upmost to make you happy. Though it was his smile that made you fall for him, how it made him look like a hare. And so you finally agreed to live with him in his den, officially bringing the courtship to an end. Well it would’ve done if he hadn’t insisted on a human marriage ceremony.

You went into labour during the 9th moon cycle since your bonding to Jungkook. Terror swimming through your veins as painful contractions started getting ever more frequent. You were led on a bed of fresh pelts, Jungkook wiping sweat drench strands away from your face.

“You can do this, lokaal, just breathe. You’re going to be alright.”

You whined in distress, “But what if… w-what I l-leave them like h-h-how my mu-ah! Mum left me~!”

That was you biggest concern, at first it had been the thought of death, but that had been replaced with the fear of abandoning your children.

You gripped his hand as you wailed in agony. You couldn’t die. You couldn’t leave them. You prayed to the gods that you would make it through this. You prayed Jungkook’s words were truth and not mere assumption.

Dread caused your stomach to sink when a lone raven flew into the den. The marker of those soon to die. Oh god no. Please no.

“Don’t fear my child, I am here to help.” The raven spoke, like Cernunnos many moons ago except feminine in tone.

Before your stinging eyes the raven transformed into a red-haired woman donning a cloak of black feathers. It was Macha. The goddess Macha, herself, had come to aid you in birthing. Your prayers were answered.

“Took you... long enough... to stop your... lineage from dying...” You got out between pants.

The goddess sent you a sombre look, “Most died before I could reach them.”

Well now you felt bad.

It wasn’t long after her arrival that two beautiful arach babies were held by mother and father, the small tuffs of hair a mix of their mother’s fiery red and father’s ripe cherry. Their scales were not golden like their parents, one was ocean blue while the other was lavender purple. Both were girls and for the first time in generations, daughters got to know a mother’s love.

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fatal attraction⎜02 (m.)

→ pairing: reader x jungkook (feat. taehyung)

→ genre: serial killer au, smut, angst

→ word count: 18k

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.

→ warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex, overstimulation, creampie, orgasm denial, drug use, mentions of violence, gore, death and murder.

↳ series m.list | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | on going

Taehyung couldn’t sleep. He twisted and then untangled himself in the sheets too violently for him to be unconscious for. As soon as he heard Jimin’s soft purrs, he had no problem letting you know he was still awake, as if there was no way you could have noticed prior.

"____," he whispered close to your face.

You groaned back at him.

"Please, I know you're awake. The coke isn't letting me sleep," he whined, his breath fanning your face.

You sighed and fluttered your eyelashes open to see Taehyung mere millimetres away from your face. His big brown dilated eyes bored into yours as if... no, he wasn’t. After a sharp intake of breath, you shook the thought away, knowing Taehyung wouldn't be thinking the same. He just continued to stare into your eyes, willing you to suggest what you knew he wanted you to suggest.

"I guess I could use a blaze as well," you said reluctantly.

Taehyung threw the duvet off the both of you hastily and reached for your hand. He was always like this when you were upset. He felt an overwhelming need to treat you like a little porcelain doll, as if you were as fragile as one. You took his hand and let him softly pull you across Hoseok's satin sheets and away from Jimin's warmth until your feet were planted on the carpet. He didn't let go of your hand as you both tiptoed back to the recreational room to find your weed. You really should have felt patronised. But, you always got the sense that Taehyung needed this more than you did. It made himself feel better to baby you, it made him feel like he could make everything all better. You couldn't take that away from him.

You both rummaged through the multiple bags of drugs, one hand each, the other interlocked, until you found the ounce of marijuana. Taehyung grabbed the bag and brought it to his face to sniff like a stereotypical drug addict and you couldn't help but chuckle at his eyes rolling back when he inhaled the scent. You tugged his arm in the direction of the balcony but he pulled you back to take the lead, keeping you behind him protectively. You almost rolled your eyes.

As soon as you got to the balcony, you climbed over the railing to sit on the roof like you always did. Taehyung was quick to follow, close on your tail, jumping the barrier like a hurdle. You giggled as he flopped down next to you, almost on top of you and you softly pushed him aside.

"Second thought, this isn't safe," Taehyung spoke up. "Let's go back inside."

"Please shut up Tae," you deadpanned. "We're up here all the time."

He looked down and around nervously, tapping his foot, the paranoia settling in nicely. You quickly glanced around as well, assessing your surroundings. Sure, you were sitting on the roof but it was at least two metres away from the edge. The five of you had fit in the past. You shook your head and then turned to Taehyung who was pulling the bud out with shaky hands.

"I'll roll it," you offered and he nodded, handing the goods over.

It was summer, the air was hot and still, the perfect environment to craft the perfect joint. Taehyung kept himself busy watching the stars and eventually, laid back to watch them more comfortably. You licked the paper and rolled as tightly as you could despite the slight shake of your own hands. As soon as you twisted the end into half a bow, Taehyung was already up and commending your work. He lit it up and took the first couple of hits with ease.

"Better?" You asked him.

You could already see his shoulders relax and he nodded, flashing you a lazy smile. You returned it and then reached for the joint between his fingers and began puffing away contently. Taehyung stared at you, you didn't have to glance his way to know for sure. You could feel his sad eyes on you. You felt like you could hear his thoughts go a mile a minute. He did this often, whenever he wanted to ask something pressing. He'd just stare until he figured out how to word things in a (mostly) appropriate way. You tried your best to pretend you didn't feel it until he finally opened his mouth.

"____?" He called softly.

"Taehyung?" You replied.

"I'm sorry that- uh, it really sucks that- fuck."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "It's fine, ok?" You tried to save him.

"No, that's the thing it's not ____," he continued, disregarding the bone you threw him. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, I'm sorry that monster spoiled your trust and broke your heart."

You chuckled softly. "He didn't spoil my trust or break my heart, Tae."

As soon as those word left your mouth, the realisation that it was a lie slowly washed over you as cripplingly nausea.

"Ok maybe he did spoil my trust," you mumbled softly, unable to tear your eyes away from your lap. "But my heart is f-fine."

You hadn't thought of Jungkook in months, and thought of him rarely in the last few years. It was hard for you to pretend that everything was ok when forced to talk about it. Having to reassure Taehyung you were fine, it felt wrong. The words felt wrong. And suddenly, your heart was really fucking heavy and you didn't like it.

Taehyung reached for the joint and wedged it between his lips. He then grabbed your legs and used them to swivel you around to face him. You groaned and let your body go limp as he took your ankles and placed them either side of him, legs now crossed over his. Next thing you knew, his hand was on the top of your head and he pulled hard on your hair until you were forced to look up and into his eyes. Once he was sure you weren't going to look anywhere but at him, he let go.

"Tae-"

He hushed you, shoving the joint between your lips. You rolled your eyes and obediently inhaled before putting it out temporarily. Taehyung pulled you even closer, so close you were almost in his lap and pressed his ear against your chest. He listened to you heart beat for a few seconds, humming soothingly. You knew it should have comforted you, it usually did. You had told the boys and demonstrated to the boys, time and time again how physical intimacy was your ultimate soother. And here Taehyung was, trying his utmost best to comfort you but all it did was give you a huge lump in your throat. All it did, was make you want to wail and scream more than ever before.

"Tae please, stop," you begged him.

He snapped his head up, obviously confused as to how his coddling wasn't working and grimaced at your glossy eyes. He then softly prodded your chest cavity. "It's not fine, is it?"

You sniffled. "No, it is, I'm just, um, I'm just high," you managed to utter through forced chuckles.

He sighed. "You know, I do hate it when you cry," he stated. "But, if you need to, I really don't mind."

"I have nothing to cry about," you almost snapped.

Taehyung's eyes widen and you could almost spot a flash of hurt behind them. It wasn't your tone, it was you trying to shut him out. He was just trying to help. More than anything, he wanted to help.

"Don't do that, you're allowed to cry," he tried again.

"But I don't want to cry Tae!" You wailed, "I'm not the one in prison right now! I'm not the one who was betrayed!"

"So that's what it is," Taehyung began, "you feel guilty?"

You couldn't look at him then. Instead you picked up the joint, lit it up again and took your biggest hit yet. You knew you shouldn't have felt guilty for what you did. You did the right thing. Jungkook was a murderer. He took, a confirmed, four lives. Who knows how many he covered up, how many were his doing and left unsolved? The man you fell in love with was only half a man, in the sense that you weren't aware of the other half. The other half let you believe he was only misunderstood, a little troubled but worth taking a chance on, worth being with, worth loving. That other half being the biggest betrayer of them all. But, all you could think about was the half you knew, the half you were in love with. The Jungkook you knew, rotting away in a cell, having no idea where you were, no idea if he'd see you again, no idea if you were dead or alive. That's what made you want to cry in that moment, remembering how he must of felt these past years, alone and abandoned with no explanation. You felt that blindness slowly take over your emotions, that blindness caused by love. You still loved him. No matter how much you didn't want to, no matter how much you knew you shouldn't. He was the greatest love you had ever known. And like Namjoon said, that kind of love doesn't just go away.

"Tae I just, I don't think I ever stopped loving him," you sobbed, unable to control it now. "But I really w-w-want t-t-to."

Taehyung tried his best to catch all the tears before they rolled down your cheeks. He hushed you as you wailed. You felt so weak, so pathetic, it was completely unbearable and it made your heart even heavier, it made it hurt even worse. You started shaking, almost like you were convulsing. Your breaths became quicker and shorter. It was a panic attack and as soon as you recognised it as such you panicked more. Soon you were hyperventilating, your vision blurry from the tears and fuzzy from the imbalance of oxygen. Taehyung rubbed your arms roughly to remind you he was still there.

"____, listen to me," he commanded. "I know you're in emotional turmoil right now but you need to calm the fuck down."

"I-I-I c-c-can't Taehyung!" You sobbed uncontrollably.

He rubbed your arms harder, so hard you felt it was going to bruise. And, not to mention, your scalp was still stinging from when he pulled your hair. Bizarrely, it helped. You focused on the pain, the physical pain and your breathing became steadier.

"I, I think I'm ok now," you sniveled.

"Your feelings are valid," Taehyung soothed. "It's ok not to be ok."

"I know they're valid Tae, I just wish I didn't have them," you bit. "I wish I didn't feel this way."

You knew you shouldn't have been so snappy. You were just so frustrated that all this time, he still had a hold on you. All this time and you weren't done wasting tears on him.

Taehyung sighed. "Doing the right thing doesn't always feel good, ___."

You looked at him through worn, watery eyes and then rolled them. He chuckled. You pointed at the weed and he smirked before pulling everything out to roll another joint.

"Do you wanna talk about him maybe?" He suggested, looking up at you with big eyes and a filter between his lips. "You never really had the chance to? You can say goodbye to his memory. We can go grab candles and everything."

You giggled, "It's ok Tae."

"Are you sure?" He asked you with his eyebrows raised slightly.

You nodded.

He smiled at you before tapping the underside of your chin endearingly.

"You know," he began while handing you the freshly rolled joint, "I would never had made you cry."

You scoffed. "You make me cry all the fucking time, Tae!"

"What?!" He gasped, "When?! Where?"

"To name one time out of many times, you pushed me into those rose bushes last weekend!" You exasperated, pointing to the massive shrubbery in Hoseok's backyard.

He shoved you softly and untangled your legs so you were sitting side by side again. "You know that was an accident!"

You giggled and leaned into his shoulder, "I know."

"And you I know I hate seeing you cry," he moped. "Why would I do it intentionally?"

You gave him a look. "I know, Tae."

“Good.”

There was a comfortable silence after that. One that lasted a good while before either of you noticed. There was still music playing lowly from inside and you swore you could hear every single instrument separately, as if each sound was echoing around you singularly. Your thoughts began to race from one topic to another, the latter topic your thoughts delved deeper within. Your whole body began to feel limp, your skin suddenly so hypersensitive to touch you swore you could feel your clothes heavy on your body. You flopped down on your back.

"Fuck, I'm so stoned," you giggled.

Taehyung lowered himself next to you. "Same," he chuckled.

You both stared up at the sky pointing out shapes in the stars and yelling when you both saw the same ones. At one point, Taehyung got so excited he grabbed your hand to shake it but then never let go. He rested your interlocked hands atop his chest and you couldn't help rubbing little circles on his palm with your thumb. It was just so... nice. It felt warm and safe, he felt warm and safe. You couldn't help smiling sadly at the thought of how things could have been if situations were changed.

You sighed and murmured, "If only I had met you first."

Taehyung lifted his head up to look down at you with a grimace, well, what looked like a grimace from the unflattering angle.

"Things could have been so much different," you mumbled dreamily.

That didn't sit well with Taehyung. He dropped his head down with a thud, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw clenched involuntarily. He should have bit his tongue but instead he audibly clicked it.

"All you had to do was say the word for things to be different."

You looked up at him inquisitively. "What do you mean?"

Composing himself quickly, he lifted his head to smile down at you warmly. Hints of any ill feelings vanished, masked from your perception, for the ease of your mind.

"Nevermind."

"Tae-"

"Now, this is just fucking rude."

You both threw your heads back to see Jimin standing on the balcony with the most disapproving expression. You heard Taehyung groan and you quickly slapped his stomach to hush him. Smiling half-heartedly, you pulled yourself up to greet Jimin properly, holding out your hand to help him over the railing. He cocked an eyebrow at you.

"Do you two even want me here-"

"Shut up Jimin, we didn't want to wake you," Taehyung exasperated.

"That's a lie, I know for a fact you always wait until I'm asleep to grab ____ for a blaze," Jimin called out, eyes wide and accusing.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You groaned and swivelled around to find the joint Taehyung had rolled earlier.

"A peace offering!" You interrupted their tiff, handing Jimin the joint.

He grabbed it without hesitation before jumping the railing exactly like Taehyung had done. It was very obvious why they were constantly at each other's throats - they were more or less the same person.

"I can't believe you two always go for a sesh without me," he continued to complain, in a mumble this time.

"Jimin stop, we didn't want to wake you ok?" You repeated defeatedly.

Jimin plopped himself down next to you with a chuckle. "Ok I'm sorry I'll stop-"

He looked at you then, really looked at you and saw your sunken eyes and streaked cheeks. His expression fell. He was quick to grab your face and tilt it around unwillingly so he was sure he was seeing correctly. The anger that washed over him was immediately apparent and before you could explain, he had reached over you and shoved Taehyung.

"You were supposed to make her feel better not make her cry, you idiot!" He shouted at him.

Taehyung was quick to push himself back up. “What the fuck, Jimin? Why do you always blame me for everything?!”

“Because, you’re an idiot and it’s almost always your fault!”

“I can’t fucking control her tear ducts, can I?” Taehyung sassed.

"You could have at least distracted her! We all know she doesn't cry for no reason. You brought it up again, didn't you?" While Jimin continued to grill Taehyung, Taehyung stuttered, unable to get a word in. "That's not what she needs right now!"

"Why do you always assume you know what's best for her?" Taehyung snapped.

Jimin scoffed. "So, you're saying making her cry is in her best interest?"

"No! Stop twisting my words," he stuttered, "you don't know what happened!"

"Yeah, I don't, because you two always sneak off without me!"

"It's not our fault you're a pussy and always fall asleep first," Taehyung fired back.

"How does that make me a pussy?!"

"It doesn't," you intervened quickly.

Jimin shook his head, still shocked at the incredulous insult. He flicked the lighter ablaze and took a deeply satisfying hit and blew out the smoke so softly, it went on continuously for longer than usual.

"He's sure whining like one," Taehyung muttered under his breath.

You and Jimin shot him a death glare.

"Just stopping making her cry."

"Just stop fighting!" You exclaimed, "He didn't make me cry, Jimin, he let me cry and it was what I needed. I'm still upset so I'd appreciate it if you'd both lay off each other please, because the yelling is not helping me feel better at all."

Jimin sighed. "I'm sorry, you know I’m a dick when I come down."

“I’m sorry too,” Taehyung mumbled.

You were grateful for the silence that followed while Jimin puffed away.

"You hyped for your graduation dude?" Taehyung asked him civilly.

"Shit, that completely slipped my mind," Jimin sniggered.

"You'll be fine. All you have to do is walk up and take the diploma right?" Taehyung smiled.

Jimin smiled back. "Yeah."

You almost scoffed at how bipolar they were but bit your tongue.

Jimin stayed pretty quiet after that. You couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind as he stared into the distance rather longingly. He never spoke about his graduation and as your inebriated mind pondered it you realised, he never spoke about what he was going to do after his graduation either. A strong sense of sadness for Jimin suddenly washed over you. All those years of hard work and commitment, so passionate and ambitious with his dreams to do great things with his dancing. He wanted to go on tour with royal ballet, open his own dance studio. At one point he wanted to be on broadway. But as his years of dreaming and striving had come to an end, the realisation that his parents wouldn't let any of that happen sunk in rather too harshly. They let him have his fun, now it was time to come back to the real world. A world where his mother owned a multimillion dollar publishing company and he'd have to give up dancing for a big office on the top floor.

While Taehyung sang lowly and lazily, poking you occasionally to show you another shape in the starry sky, you stared at Jimin, a star personified.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and whispered, "I love you, my ballerina boy."

He snapped his head in your direction as if you just read his thoughts. You smiled warmly at him, your eyes droopy. You don't know how, but after a couple of soft grumbles and wriggles, you were out like a light. He chuckled.

"I love you more, my lost girl."

"Get up."

You jarred awake, straight into an upright position and found Taehyung and Jimin either side of you. But you weren't in bed. You twisted around to a red eared Jin and cursed under your breath. You had one job. Jimin and Taehyung had one job, to make sure you were safe. Yet, here you were on the top of a thirty foot mansion with no barriers to prevent your plummet to ground.

"Get inside," Jin ordered you so calmly it scared you.

You obeyed in silence, feeling half penitent, half annoyed. The boys still on the roof stirred and within a minute or two realised you weren't lying with them. They turned and you could see the shock and fear in their eyes at the sight of your brother. Jin wasn't a violent person, but it was unanimous not to get on the bad side of a drug dealer, especially if that drug dealer was your own drug dealer.

"Jin-" Taehyung began.

"You don't want to talk to me right now, buddy," Jin hissed.

Taehyung's eyes grew as wide as saucers. He was very fond of your brother, he reminded you frequently. You cringed for your little Tae, who in two whole years, had never been in the receiving end of Jin's mean streak. You could feel his heartbreak.

"My brother's a cunt, Tae. Pay no mind."

"Don't be a fucking brat," Jin condescended.

"Well, don't come in here with your grumpy ass acting all high and mighty!"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Jin finally raised his voice, "It's because I bust my grumpy ass to protect you and make sure you stay out of trouble and you go out of your fucking way to fuck that up!"

You were livid. Jin were exactly how to trigger your hot head. You looked around with crazed eyes in absolute disbelief that was pulling the 'for your own good' spiel. Again.

"Did anyone fucking ask you to do that in the first place?" You shrieked, emphasising each word individually.

"Stoooopppppp," Jimin groaned, throwing his head back. "You two are worse than us."

You scoffed and stomped off like a child. Your first instinct was to run to Hoseok, he was always the one to sympathise with your petty and/or irrational woes. On the way to his room, you hoping he had returned to his empty bed, you managed to bump into Yoongi at the top of the staircase. He had mug of coffee and a bowl of cereal and before he had a chance to say good morning, you had already confiscated the cereal.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the roof this morning," Yoongi commented.

If looks could kill, Yoongi would be six feet under.

His eyes widened at your reaction. "What's wrong?"

You ignored his question at first and began munching away at his cereal before he could properly protest. You really pitied the people who crossed your path when you were in these moods, Yoongi in this instance.

"Jin's being a dickhead as per usual," you explained while you crunched.

Yoongi shook his head, knowing Jin was the exact opposite, he just acted like a dickhead in front of you. Yoongi knew, it was easier for his friend to let his sister hate him sometimes in order to keep her safe. If only you knew the true extent of it all.

"He just disappears into the night, no explanation, no obligation to anyone and then rocks up here expecting everyone to have obeyed his orders!"

Yoongi's expression very subtly perked up. "He's here?"

"Yes Yoongi, unfortunately," you said like he was an idiot.

"I thought you might have argued over text?! Listen it's early and I'm hungover," he defended himself.

You sighed, "I'm sorry. He drives me insane sometimes."

"I know, ____," he chuckled before he stepping past you. "He's in, right? I wanna score before I head out."

You nodded, Jin was always in.

"Wait!" You bellowed suddenly, "Why are you going?"

He huffed through a smirk. "I have to pick up my suit from the dry cleaners, if you must know."

You looked at him inquisitively for half a second before your face lit up with realisation. "Jimin's graduation!"

"Yes, ____," he chuckled lowly, his shoulders shaking.

"Fuck me, I don't have an outfit," you exasperated.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you. "Have you seen the size of your closet?"

You sighed, "Yeah, yeah."

Woman on a mission mode activated, you shovelled down another mouthful of cereal and shoved the bowl back into Yoongi's hands.

"Where's Hoseok?"

Yoongi scoffed. "He's in bed. He's really hungover and you just ate his cereal so I don't think he's gonna do anything for you even if he wanted to."

"Shit!" You cursed before staring at the floor, thinking super hard.

You slowly shifted your eyes to Yoongi.

"No."

You were quick to give up on that idea, knowing it was a long shot. You stormed back into the recreational room and straight up to Jin. It was clear you came back to pick a fight, you were ready to pick your fight.

"Let me come home," you commanded him.

"No."

"Why not?" You exclaimed.

Jin turned away from you slightly to huff and roll his eyes, just to piss you off, you interpreted.

"It's not safe."

Your expression contorted into frustration. "What the fuck does that supposed to mean?!"

"It means," Jin paused as Yoongi walked in, "Yoongi's taking you shopping."

"He doesn't want to take me though! Can you fucking stop treating everyone like your little minions?! Especially my friends?!"

Jin rolled his eyes again and you swear you could have slapped him across the face. He looked at Yoongi and Yoongi nodded back at him. You narrowed your eyes at the platinum blonde haired boy in disgrace. You never understood how and why Jin had such an influence on every person that surrounded him. You never understood how he gained that respect without actually doing anything. With a snap of his fingers, anyone and everyone would jump and run. But unbeknownst to you, half the things Jin did to earn such respect was intentionally kept from your knowledge. And therefore, all you could acknowledge, was how much he was becoming your father, cold and calculated.

"If you have no one else to take you, I guess I will," Yoongi said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"We could take her-" Taehyung suggested hesitantly.

Jin fired both Taehyung and Jimin the scariest, most intense look of disapproval and they both cowered noticeably.

"Forget that idea, Tae, " Jimin whispered to his friend.

"Ok then, it's settled," Yoongi announced, grabbing his car keys.

"No!" You protested.

"I guess it is, I'll see you all this afternoon," Jin bid farewell, striding out of the room before you could get a word in.

You stomped your foot and huffed in visible frustration. "Why do you all do that?!" You blurted, calling them all out, "He's not the reborn Jesus!"

"____... he's our drug dealer," Jimin stated as if the reborn Jesus could never compare.

"I don't mind, ____, if that makes you feel any better," Yoongi attempted to reassure you.

You gave up.

"Ok fine, but if you complain, I'm taking it as a betrayal of your word."

"Well shit, ok then."

Yoongi was very good at pretending taking you shopping wasn’t absolute torture. As soon as you both entered the air conditioned super centre, you had your arm linked with his. The place wasn’t busy at all and Yoongi thanked the heavens for that. However, when you pulled him in the direction of a little black number in a display window, he had to voice a complaint.

“____, all I ask is that you don’t force me into a pace faster than a stroll.”

Your shoulders dropped and you pouted.

“Why are you doing that?” Yoongi called you out.

Your charms were a hit or miss for Yoongi. Some days he’d swoon for you, other days, like today, he wouldn’t be afraid to let you know how unimpressed he was. Needless to say, it was a touch embarrassing for you and you were quick to gasp and punch his bicep.

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

You rolled your eyes and left him to walk at his snails pace. By the time he entered the store, you had already asked the shop assistant for the dress from the window in your size.

“This is what I don’t understand,” Yoongi began as he finally caught up with you while you were sifting through silk shawls. “You're the only one who still has access your household staff why don't you use them?”

About a year ago, one of Hoseok’s parties got so out of hand, the boathouse was set on fire and burnt down, along with the love of Hoseok’s father’s life; his luxury yacht. Somehow, all the boys were reprimanded and you weren’t. All of them had their personal assistants’, their maids, their chefs, their chauffeurs taken away from them, fired and never to be replaced. Yoongi had been the most bothered by it and after all this time he had made it clear, every once and awhile, he was still very bitter.

“I'd much rather spend time with you,” you answered simply, following the shop assistant to the dressing rooms. “And I thought you didn’t mind taking me shopping, Yoongi. Did you lie to me? Is this the foreseen betrayal?”

He waved you off as you disappeared behind the curtain with a giggle and Yoongi planted himself on the boyfriend seat. You were quick to change, not wanting to keep Yoongi waiting too long. The dress fit amazingly, to your surprise, it was a perfect length and cut and you felt comfortable. It was a miracle. Yoongi thought so too, his eyes grew wide for a split second when he saw you but he was quick to keep his cool.

“I like this one,” you said, twisting around in front of the mirror to see the number from all angles.

“Same,” he cleared his throat. “It’s good, buy it and let’s go.”

You whipped your head around to give him the dirtiest look. “It’s the first one I’ve tried on,” you said almost menacingly.

His eyes darted around, overwhelmingly confused. “But you like that one?”

“I do, but what if I find a better one, Yoongi?”

Yoongi pursed his lips, unable to give you an answer. His posture admitted defeat and he slumped back down his in seat, he was in for a long day.

After the sixth store, Yoongi had his arms full of shopping bags, so full he felt the mass of bags were bigger than him. You had bought the shoes, the coat, the purse, the jewellery and even, the backup dress. Yoongi had never seen such compulsive, excessive shopping in his life before and his mother was a socialite, a trophy wife. Although, this whole experience was way out of his comfort zone, it wasn’t too bad seeing you so happy, especially after the night before. He really didn’t sleep well with the sight of your wet face and your red glossy eyes tattooed in his brain.

“Ok Yoongi, last store! I swear,” you reassured him, linking your arm with his, while he still juggled all your purchases.

“You said that two stores ago!” He groaned deeply.

“This time, for real,” you promised. “And to be honest, if you’d actually help me look for something instead of moping around with my shopping bags, I might have already found something by now.”

“Yes, I do have your shopping bags. I’m carrying them… all of them,” he sassed.

You snorted out a giggle and then hopped up to kiss his cheek in gratitude.

“That could be classed as sexual harassment.”

Your eyes widened. “Yoongi!”

“What?!”

“I’m sorry for forcing my love and affection upon you,” you said with a pout.

“Apology accepted.”

You stopped to look at him and his smug smile before rolling your eyes and continuing ahead. Yoongi sniggered as he watched you strut away. He really didn’t mind your kisses, they were a pleasant surprise when they came. Despite his somewhat cold, detached exterior, half the time he just wished someone would give him a hug. You were very accomodating in regards to those unwanted feelings of his, and he was unspokenly appreciative.

Despite all the extra weight to carry and the extra time he didn’t anticipate for, you really perked him up. It wasn’t hard for you to do considering he adored you, but he was genuinely having a decent time spending the day just the two of you. Alone, although, Yoongi couldn’t shake the feeling you two weren’t exactly alone. It felt like a presence lingering, shadowing the two of you and it had him looking over his shoulder every few minutes. He was surprised you didn’t at least notice him acting strange, if not the looming presence itself. To be fair, you were very much a women on a mission and he was glad you hadn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was to spook you, to send your thoughts spiralling. The events of last night were still too fresh for anything more distressing to be laid upon you. Yoongi really did his best to keep his cool. But, he couldn't deny the fact he was concerned and that he should probably walk a little faster to keep you in sight, just in case.

By the time he made it to the entrance of the last store, you were already walking out.

"That was fast?"

"Yoongi," you whined, "I give up!"

Yoongi looked at your defeated expression, your slumped shoulders, your sad eyes and he groaned.

"Hmm?" You crooned.

He just waved into the direction of the store, signalling for you to go in. You giggled at him, him unable to meet your eye. Once you both entered the store, Yoongi signalled for a shop assistant and dumped all of your shopping bags onto her as soon as she answered his silent call. You couldn't help but smile watching him push up both of his sleeves and start sifting through clothing racks. He knew you were after a black dress, something formal, but not funeral formal and sexy, but not night club sexy. You were excited to see what he'd choose from the briefing.

You were doing your own looking when Yoongi interrupted you with his first selection, he seemed to hand it to you before having a proper look at it. You chuckled as he returned to his rack. You inspected the dress, it was really cute... but short, really short. It had a flap draped over the hanger and when you unwrapped it you found the neckline cut so deep you were sure it would have ended just above your belly button. You cackled and tried your utmost to prevent a snort.

Yoongi perked his head up. "What?"

You twisted the dress to reveal the low neckline. "What are you trying to imply, Yoongi? You really wanna see my tits that bad?!" You teased, with a chuckle.

His eyes widen and he snatched it back. You swore you could see a red flush creeping up his neck. You couldn't help laughing harder and manoeuvred through the displays to cuddle his arm in comfort, your silent apology for teasing him. He wanted to shake you off but instead he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around just to make out a man in black walk past the entrance of the store, and he swore, he had been specifically staring at you both. Yoongi had only seen him a split second, too fast for him to recognise any distinct features but the man radiated that feeling he couldn't shake. The threatening presence, the paranoia that you both were being followed. This time, Yoongi couldn't hide his concerns from you, they were clear in his expression.

"Yoongi?" You called softly, "Is everything ok?"

He shook his head and waved you off, freeing his arm from your grasp. You weren't having it. You grabbed his hand and held it, forcing him to look at you and your furrowed eyebrows.

"Tell me."

He picked at his hair a bit before shaking it in place again. He really didn't want to worry you but he didn't want to lie to you either.

"I think, I think we're being followed," he admitted.

You blinked at him. "At the mall?"

"____, i'm not fucking with you I've had this weird feeling this whole time that someone's watching us."

You bit your lip. "I see..."

"I really didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to freak out."

He then squeezed your hand harder.

"Yoongi... it's fine."

His eyes bulged. "What?"

"It's fine," you repeated, shrugging your shoulders. "It's probably Sejin."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Sejin?"

"Yeah, Jin's bodyguard," you explained. "When Jin worries, or thinks I'm in danger he orders Sejin to tail me. He thinks I don't know but I've spotted him a couple of times."

Yoongi frowned as you went back to sifting through dresses. He was glad you weren't spooked but then again, he was quite conflicted. First of all, it wasn't just a feeling someone was following them, it was a feeling of danger, like the presence ghosting them had threatening intent. Secondly, he would have recognised Sejin. He knew him by face rather than name, but then again, the man he saw walk past he didn't see well enough to recognise as anyone. And thirdly, he thought Jin trusted him with you. Why would he order his bodyguard to follow them around if he did? His mind was reeling, unable to be at ease with your explanation. He was hoping you were right, but if you were, he would be slightly hurt his best friend didn't trust him as much as he lead on.

"Yoongi! I give up again!" You bellowed, pulling Yoongi out of his deep thoughts.

He let out a long sigh. "____, the first dress was perfect, please just get that one."

You huffed and then nodded, making your way out of the store. Yoongi was slow to follow having to collect all of your bags. You decided to be kind this time and wait for him outside instead of running off, especially since you knew, no doubt, paranoia was still gnawing at him.

The mall was busier than when you first got there, almost packed actually. People were flooding in from every direction and you couldn't help but chuckle at the thought Yoongi would be beyond pleased you were about to leave. You people watched while you waited until your eyes laid upon a man. You really didn't pay much mind to him at first, but quickly double took. His back was facing you but you could just tell, he was gorgeous. The picturesque tall, dark and handsome. He was a fair distance away but you could recognise he was on his phone, probably waiting for someone and trying to pass the time. You watched him for a few seconds longer and the more you looked at him, the more you saw it. The all back clothes, the leather jacket, the dark hair... you heart almost stopped beating entirely. It was him. It was him, all the way down to his boots. You're breathing spiked in tempo, your hands started to sweat. It was him. As you blinked, he had walked into the lingerie store he was standing in front of and like clockwork, your memories triggered.

As soon as you were intimate with Jungkook, you were constantly intimate with him. In other words, both of you really couldn't keep your hands off of each other and it really blew your mind how close you got shortly after your first time. It was little things like peeing with the door open, getting dressed in front of him and you barging into the bathroom to do your makeup while he was in the shower. Things that you would have blushed at the thought of before you slept with him. Thinking back you deciphered it as the honeymoon phase, despite your relationship being in the honeymoon phase until the end. Nonetheless, together you pushed the sexual boundaries more and more (as much as two 18 year olds could push) and Jungkook relished in it and your slightly more submissive nature.

"I have to see you in this," Jungkook mumbled under his breath, like he had done for the last four garments he shoved in your hands.

You eyes widened at the lace, more so the lack of it and the lack of material altogether. You followed him around the store like his little lost puppy. Despite being the woman in a women's store, you felt it was Jungkook that was the one in his element. All you did was provide your cup size and he did the rest. Every garment he picked seemed educated and it had your thoughts teetering over the edge of jealousy, jealousy of those before you. How many times had he done this? How many girls had he seen in sexy lingerie? You suddenly felt small, like only a notch in Jungkook’s belt. And you didn’t feel like playing along anymore.

"You know, you don't have to see me in anything," you sassed, unable to help yourself.

With his back to you, Jungkook sighed before turning. "I know you love teasing me but baby, you really don't have to be a brat to drive me crazy right now."

You cocked an eyebrow and he smirked, pulling you closer. With one hand on the small of your back, he grinded his bulge against your centre. He was rock hard and it sent shivers through your entire body, you almost let out a soft moan. Your insecurities evaporated, for the time being.

"My cock is throbbing just thinking of you in these," he groaned, rubbing a piece of fabric between his fingers. "Be a good girl for me and run to the dressing room."

As he let you go, your knees wobbled and you stumbled slightly towards him. He sniggered at you and the reminder of how easy it was for him to unhinge you. You cleared your throat before turning to march off with whatever dignity you had left... straight to the dressing room.

You tried the bras on first, they were all lace and barely covered your nipples and the ones that did were so sheer you could see them anyway. You really didn't understand why Jungkook was buying you all of this expensive lingerie when he was only going to tear it off you later. And you also didn't understand his choices... they left nothing to the imagination, you might as well wear no undergarments whatsoever. Nevertheless, you appeased him by shimming a lace thong up and over your own panties and fastening the garter belts.

Jungkook knocked on the door.

"One second!" You called out to him.

You heard him bang his forehead against the door. "Which one, baby?"

"The red set!" You answered him.

"Goddamn... Did you take your own panties off?"

"No."

"Take them off," he ordered sternly.

"But Jungkook-" you began to protest.

"Do it," he growled.

You sighed. "Ok gimme another second."

You unclipped the garter belts and Jungkook groaned at the sound. As soon as your own panties were off and the new panties were back on, you opened the door. You had never seen such lust in Jungkook's eyes before. He looked as if he was ready to swallow you whole. You giggled at his reaction and did a twirl and he hissed at the sight of your exposed ass.

“Do you like it?” you asked playfully.

The look on his face gave you enough confidence to saunter out of your stall to see yourself in the bigger mirror. Thankfully, no one was around to see the show. You adjusted the lace around your hips before moving to the panty straps and pulling them to slap against your skin. You swore you saw Jungkook flinch at the sound.

"Fuck baby, are you trying to force me to fuck you in that stall?"

You stared at him ferociously. “Do you want to fuck me in that stall?”

“What kind of question is that?!”

You bit your lip and retreated into the stall, coaxing him to follow. You don’t know what came over you. You weren’t normally into something so risque. But the way Jungkook was looking at you was really turning you on. And the thought of all the girls before you almost made you feel like you had something to prove. You were better than the others, you loved him more than all the others before you.

Jungkook followed you straight into the stall without even a glance to check if anyone saw him. He locked the door behind him without tearing his eyes away from you. You bit your lip and raised a finger to him in a come hither motion. He rushed at you, pushing you against the mirror.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" He hissed, touching and groping you everywhere. "Fuck, you drive me insane."

You giggled before attempting to ride the thigh he had wedged between your legs. He was quick to catch on and he spun you around aggressively before dropping to his knees. He grabbed a handful of your ass cheek while kissing the other and then slapped both. You muffled a squeal and it only riled him up further. He latched onto your ass cheek, his mouth alternating between sloppy open mouthed kisses and gnawing at your flesh. As soon as his growls grew uncomfortably loud, you pulled at his hair. He obeyed your silent plea with a smirk before sliding his rough palms up until he reached your hips to grip. He spun you around, your back against the mirror and your ass, wet from Jungkook’s saliva, sticking to it.

For longer than you would have liked, Jungkook just stared at your barely clothed pussy. He was breathing deeply, as if he was sniffing you, inhaling your aroma of arousal. His hot breath so close to your own heat it made your clit twitch and you couldn't help letting out a whine.

Jungkook snapped his head up, smirking. "I want to hear you beg for it. I want you to beg me to eat your little pussy right now, in this dressing room where anyone can walk by and hear how good I'm going to make you feel. Beg me ____, beg me like the dirty little slut you are."

You whined again, your knees trembling in anticipation. "Please Jungkook, I need to feel your tongue on my clit. I'm so wet for you and I need you to lick me clean."

You saw goosebumps form on his skin but didn't have time to comment. You never did because Jungkook was a giver. Nothing pleasured him more to than to hear you scream and feel you writhe under his touch. You were always too busy caught up in your own pleasure to point out his tells.

Jungkook winked at you and wasted no time shoving the lace panties to the side and suckling on your clit. You bit down on your own hand to stop the yelp that threatened to escape your lips. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You couldn’t believe you so willingly, without protest, let your boyfriend ravish you in public. You had half a mind to stop him until he started lapping at your now swollen bud. Almost instantly, you were trembling, unable to prevent yourself from riding his tongue.

“Yes baby,” you mumbled sweetly, pushing his hair back.

He loved it when you did that, he loved it when you didn’t hold back. You groaned and you watched his head between your thighs, bobbing up and down, his tongue swiping your slit in the same motion. His pretty face, his pretty eyelids fluttering - it was your favourite sight.

Jungkook was quick to sneak a finger into the mix, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder so he'd have better access. He teased your hole at first, softly prodding at it, circling it, collecting your arousal to spread over your inner lips. You dug your nails into his shoulder and it caused him to pull his mouth away from your clit with a pop. You whimpered from the loss of contact.

“Now, use your words,” Jungkook scolded. “What do you want, huh, baby? My fingers?”

“Jungkook, please,” you whined softly.

“No princess, you have to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want your fingers inside me, I want you to fuck me good with them like you always do. Oh god Jungkook, I need you to fuck me with them. You always curl them just right to hit my sweet spot, please baby, make me feel good.”

Jungkook sniggered to mask the shiver down his spine. “Anything for my dirty girl.”

He slowly pushed two fingers inside you, stretching your tight walls. You don't know how you managed to stay quiet but you did as he pumped you harder and faster. As soon as he put his mouth back onto your clit, you slammed a palm against the wall and muttered profanities under your breath. Jungkook chuckled against your wet core and the lewd sounds filled the dressing room. Your heart began to race at the thought someone could hear. You would have stopped him if weren’t so close to your end. You were lost in the rhythm of Jungkook’s pumping and the way his fingers curled, massaging that magical spot inside you. You were lost in the rhythm of his wet muscle rolling and rippling over your sensitive nub. You were so lost in Jungkook in that moment, you wouldn’t care if the whole world heard you.

You pulled at his hair, your tell that you were close. Jungkook took note and pulled away completely, causing a strangled whine to involuntarily escape you. He stood up to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth so you could taste yourself. As soon as he pulled away, you dropped down to your knees, only to have Jungkook pull you back up again.

"No," he growled. "Inside you. Right now."

The groan you let out signalled you had felt his demand in your core. You fumbled with your garter belts, your hands still shaky from your denied orgasm. Jungkook was quick to lose patience with his hard leaking cock already out of his zipper and he smacked your hands away to push your panties to the side again. He lifted you up, leaning you against the mirror so he could hook his arms under your thighs. He slid his shaft up and down your soaking wet folds. It was near cruel the way he teased you, lining his tip with your entrance only to thrust up your slit, coating his shaft with your juices. You choked on a sob. You couldn't do anything with him supporting your entire body weight, he had complete control over you.

"Please baby AAHHH!"

Jungkook attacked your lips with his own as he entered you all at once. With his cock buried to the hilt, he shoved his face into the crook of your neck. He stayed there for a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size and without a doubt, giving himself a moment so he wouldn't blow his load after a couple of thrusts. You soon grew impatient and tapped the top of his ass cheek signalling for him to move. He started off slow and forceful, whenever his hips met yours, you jerked in his arms. You watched him watch where you two connected and seeing him so turned on and dishevelled turned you on even more. He looked at your pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was driving you wild.

“Faster, Jungkook, please fuck me faster,” you pleaded louder than you should have.

“You want it faster baby?” Jungkook teased, “You want it harder too? You want me to make you scream, you want the woman at the counter to come in here and catch you being railed in her store? Huh?”

He increased his pace, gradually, but still not enough. It was still not what you needed.

“Please,” you choked.

“Are you sure, baby? You’re a loud bitch when I pound you,” Jungkook warned you, as if you never knew yourself. And honestly, it was as if you didn’t. You were always so lust crazed and focused on Jungkook’s cock you never realised how loud you could get.

“I don’t care!”

A wicked smile spread across his face. “Good.”

His pace turned relentless. He pounded you like a jackhammer, ramming your hole as if you weren’t attached to it. Oh god, you loved it when he fucked you like this. He knew you could take it, he knew you enjoyed it because he knew exactly how rough to go and which way to swerve his hips. You gave him that freedom to fuck you as hard as he wanted and it gave him the chance to figure out the perfect pace that felt the best for you. He was a giver after all.

He was fucking you so good you forgot where you were, who you were. Whenever the volume of your moans increased, he kissed you to drown out the sound. All you could focus on was how good he made you feel and how delicious he was to watch. His eyes were constantly returning to your pussy, fixated on how his dick became slicker and slicker with your arousal the longer he fucked you. His jaw went slack and his eyebrows furrowed every once and awhile and it drove you insane. He just looked too damn hot fucking you.

"Cum for me," you breathed.

His eyes flashed up at you with such intensity your pussy clenched and he groaned at the ceiling.

"You first, baby."

You nodded and brought a hand to your clit and started rubbing feverishly. He chuckled before slowing down his pace. He adjusted you in his arms and fucked you on his cock, lifting you up and down at the perfect angle and pace to send you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm there," you mumbled in pleasure. "Fuck, I love your fucking cock, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Jungkook sniggered as you came with a silent scream, your whole body jerking and your toes curling. He muttered curses repeatedly at the way your pussy gripped him wildly and he pushed you up against the wall again. He rammed you repeatedly, prolonging your orgasm as your eyes rolled back. Jungkook always found your cum face the hottest thing he had ever seen, and in the next moment he let out a strangled moan.

"Yes baby, cum for me," you murmured in post-orgasm delirium. "Cum inside me, I need all of it inside me."

"Fuck me, you're so fucking hot," he replied through sporadic breaths, cumming so hard he almost told you he loved you.

His cock stayed sheathed in your throbbing hole, acting as a plug to keep his hot cum inside you. He was still a little hard and unwilling to part with your warm cavern, just yet. You grabbed his head so he'd look you in the eyes and you kissed him hard, tongues fighting for dominance.

“Play with your clit for me,” he ordered through the kiss.

“I can’t baby, it’s too sensitive,” you denied him.

Jungkook growled at your refusal and before you knew it, he dropped one of your legs on the ground. He slid a hand between your bodies until he reached your clit, stroking light feathery touches. You squealed. Your body tried to wriggle away but he held onto you firmly, his cock still lodged inside you, needing that final push. You were so sensitive the meek stimulation of his fingertips on your clit caused your walls to clench. That was it, that was all he needed to give you his last spurt of cum. You groaned approvingly as you felt his seed fill you up and his softening cock slip out of you. He was careful to place your other leg on the ground, holding you close in case your legs gave out, which they often did after he fucked you, especially that hard.

"You ok, princess?" He cooed, cradling your trembling frame.

You didn't answer him at first, trying your best to steady your breathing and your trembling. You eventually nodded, pulling his cheek closer to you to peck. He chuckled at you before slowly letting you go, mindful you weren't going to drop to the ground. Once he was sure you were steady and fine, he tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.

"I'm going to go pay for all of these ok?" He stared at you, waiting for a response.

You nodded.

"Are you going to be ok to dress yourself?" He asked sweetly.

You nodded, pushing yourself away from the mirror to stand up straight. He chuckled at your fucked out state and then his eyes roamed to your legs and his cum dripping down them. He sighed, before crouching down to sift through your purse. Thankfully, you had a packet of baby wipes and Jungkook was quick to clean you up with them.

"Thank you," you mumbled. "But wait, I didn't try on half of those."

Jungkook smiled at you, the boyish grin you loved so much. "I already know how amazing they're going to look on you, don't worry princess."

He gave you one more kiss before making his leave and you made sure to lock the door behind him. You were scared to turn around and see your reflection, your hair was already stuck to your face and you were sweating head to toe. You bit the bullet and almost screeched. You looked a mess, pure embarrassment flooding through you at the thought you had to leave this stall and enter the public eye. You fixed yourself up the best you could and dressed yourself the fastest you could. You had hoped Jungkook hadn't gotten too far so you didn't have to face the world alone for long.

He was still at the counter when you mustered up the courage to emerge from the dressing rooms. You immediately flocked to his side. By the time you got there, the woman was already bagging up all your items and Jungkook was already putting his wallet in his back pocket.

"How much?" You questioned either one of them.

Jungkook waved you off and the woman didn't even acknowledge you, which was odd. Your palms started to sweat and you willed her to pack up the garments faster. She knew, there was no doubt in your mind she knew you two just had sex in her store. Why didn't she say anything? Surely, if you had two teenagers fucking in your store you would call security. You looked around the store nervously to see if there were any other customers. You thanked the heavens there weren't and it had you praying for the store to have been empty the entire time.

"Here you go sir," he woman said with a forced smile, handing the bags to Jungkook.

Jungkook didn't say anything back, only signalling to you to follow him out. He stopped at a few displays to look at them with fake interest, sensing your enthusiasm to leave as quickly as possible. You pounded on his back the third time he stopped and he chuckled at you.

"Ok ok," he said, trying to hold back his amusement.

Salivation was in sight but before you made it there Jungkook grabbed pair of panties from the front table and shoved them in his jacket pocket. You slapped him on the arm and he grabbed your hand to twist so his arm was around your shoulders. He hushed you, glancing over both your shoulders as you walked as one.

"You're so bad," you whispered, two stores down from the crime scene.

"I'm not the one who hopped on her boyfriends cock in a lingerie store," he teased back.

You almost hit him again, but he had your hand held tightly against your chest.

"It was your fucking idea, Jungkook!"

"You could've said no, but you didn't because you're a filthy slut who likes to get fucked in public places."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You're such a modern misogynistic asshole sometimes, you know that?"

He smiled at you, that sexy smirk where he'd tilt his head up to look at you down the bridge of his nose. "And you love it."

As much as you did, you tried to pull away from him just to prove a point. He didn't let you though and instead pulled you closer into his armpit to whisper in your ear.

"I adore you."

Your stomach fucking flipped and you wanted to punch him in the face for it.

"I adore you," you replied.

You found out later that Jungkook's mother owned that lingerie store, all 46 of them across the country. Hence, why he knew the store so well and why the shop assistant pretended not to hear you two fucking in the dressing rooms. As disgraceful as that memory was, it caused your heart to ache. Seeing him enter a lingerie store without you, weirdly, caused your stomach to drop. It was the place you were the best in his eyes, where you proved no one could compare to you. The memory was sacred to your self esteem, to your ego. And he was in there, without you and possibly, with someone else.

It was a delusional thought, a delusional frame of mind, but it caused your feet to move. You couldn't hear Yoongi calling your name as you stormed out of his sight. It was him, he had been following you the whole time, he was the weird feeling that was bothering Yoongi. It wasn't the best idea to confront him but you were blinded by rage, by jealousy, by pure post traumatic stress. In a flash, you were behind him and before you could think twice, you grabbed his arm and turned him around.

The guy was startled and holding a hot pink thong. He looked at you like he just got caught with his dick in his hand rather than the garment. He had a rounder face, a pointer nose and smaller eyes.

He wasn't Jungkook.

"Um, do I know you?" The man questioned you, clearly disturbed.

You could only stare, still shaken at the thought you almost saw Jungkook again. The relief was slow to kick in. Your brain was slow to wrap around the fact you were so wrong, so delusional, so wrapped up in an emotional state of mind that it caused you storm up to a stranger and confront him so aggressively.

"Honey, who is this?" A voice called to the man.

Only then you tore your eyes away from the Jungkook look alike to the woman who just latched her arm around him. The man stuttered, unable to explain who you were and why you bothered him. You saw the woman's expression turn for the worst. She was clearly his girlfriend and the guy's babbling was doing nothing to ease her mind. It was time for you to finally open your mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm no one," you told her. "I thought he was someone I knew."

"Hey!" Yoongi jogged up to the scene, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Yoongi," you quickly answered, before turning to leave. "Sorry again!"

As you both left the lingerie store, you beelined for the exit of the mall, your dress forgotten. Yoongi didn't ask again what happened but you told him anyway. His shoulders dropped for you and he tried his best to mumble words of comfort. You appreciated him doing so but you couldn't help tuning out, thinking about how much of a dick you made of yourself and how much of a hard time that man would get from his girlfriend that night. You were so lost in thought you didn't even notice Yoongi had stopped talking. You were so lost in thought you didn't even notice Yoongi wasn't following you into the parking lot.

A security guard had stopped Yoongi and by the time he had noticed you didn't stop with him, you were out of earshot to call out to.

"I have every receipt in every bag," Yoongi sighed, mentally preparing himself for how long it was going to take.

"No sir," the guard said, "that's not why I stopped you."

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Then, what's the problem?"

The security guard sighed. "My coworkers and I have noticed a man following you and your girlfriend around the mall."

"She's not my girlfriend-"

Yoongi's stomach churned. His eyes darted the parking lot, desperate to have you in sight. He let out a sigh of relief when he spotted you waiting by his car.

"Girlfriend or not, we believe this man was following you. We noticed this morning when the mall was quieter and then we lost him here and there when the mall got busier. We didn't catch his face either as he had a facemask on but-"

"Officer- guard, I appreciate you letting me know, but I'm certain he was her bodyguard," Yoongi swallowed.

"Oh!" The guard exclaimed, "Well, that's a relief then!"

Yoongi gave the man a half assed smile.

"Ok, sorry to bother you sir, you two have a good rest of your day!"

Yoongi briefly watched the security guard return to the information desk before heading towards the car. You were puffing away at a cigarette, your hands shaky and your eyes red and puffy. You definitely had been crying, but Yoongi didn't dare to comment.

"What'd you steal, huh?" You teased him as he unlocked the car and began loading all your shopping into the boot.

Yoongi was tense, struggling to hide his paranoia, struggling to hide his panic.

"Nothing, I dropped one of your shopping bags you refused to carry," he snapped.

Your face fell. You frowned at him as he slammed the boot and hopped in the driver's side without a single glance your way. You felt bad, you really should have helped him. With half a cigarette left, you took a long final drag before chucking the rest away. You hopped in the passenger's side with a huff.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi. I should have helped you carry, ok?"

"____, it's ok. I'm just glad we're out of there," he said as if he just came home from war.

You giggled and thanked him one last time. He waved you off before reversing and speeding out of the parking lot. Needless to say, Yoongi took a different route back to Hoseok's. He wanted to believe it was Sejin following you but his gut couldn't agree and caused him to glance at his rear vision mirror every few seconds. No one was following you now but he took a couple extra wrong turns, just to be safe. You asked him what he was doing and he replied with the lame excuse he was taking a scenic route. You looked at him inquisitively but then shrugged your shoulders and went back to texting Taehyung. Yoongi was beyond thankful you didn't ask him again.

Half an hour before you all were supposed to leave, the dress you didn't go back for was laid out on Hoseok's bed. You ran squealing through the house in search of Yoongi. When you found him, he disregarded your gratitude saying he had to go back to pick up his dry cleaning anyway.

All the boys looked extremely dapper and you could see in their eyes how uncomfortable they were. Sure, they went to a few of their parents' formal gatherings. But no matter how sleek the suit fit, how tidy the hair kept and how smart the shoes looked, the whole concept never appealed to them. Generally because they had to be moderately sober at these events. It was like they were holding their breath the entire time. Even Jimin, especially Jimin for this occasion. You made sure you hopped in the same car as him and held his hand the whole ride to. He didn't need you to but he appreciated the sentiment.

When you arrived at Jimin's graduation ceremony, you were delighted to see almost everyone he knew. He deserved it, he deserved all the love and support and attention. What he didn't deserve, was Jin arriving halfway through.

He stood at the back and just seeing him, hidden within the crowds broodingly made you absolutely livid. It was the final straw. You were prepared for World War III. But, as soon as you turned to slither your way through crowd, Yoongi put an arm around your shoulder.

"Don't, ____," Yoongi murmured, in the know due to your transparent expressions.

You listened begrudgingly but you were glad you did because in the next moment, Jimin was on the stage. You cheered for him, the loudest shameless cheer and he laughed at you before flushing red. As sad as it was, you felt and were prouder than his own parents, who only clapped politely.

After a lot of hugs and congradulations, it was time for him to join his class to throw his hat. You retreated to the outskirts of the crowd with Yoongi. You watched Jimin fondly and enviously. You really looked up to him a lot. He went to university and got his degree while you were too fucked up and in the most fucked up situation to do anything worthwhile. You had missed your chance to set up your future by the book. He was out pursuing his dreams, working hard and having it pay off while you lived for the weekend. It was admirable, he was admirable.

It wasn't long before you spotted Jin again. He seemed to have been avoiding you and you were persistent to not let it continue. You tried and failed to escape Yoongi for the second time. You almost turned to snap at him but he stopped you, signalling for you to look again. Confused and vexed, you did and you didn't like what you saw.

It was Namjoon, standing right next to your brother. Your blood boiled, if you weren’t already so irritated it might have ran cold. Namjoon still terrified you but questions ran through your mind frantically, forcing your fear to take a backseat. It fuelled your confrontation fire but set back your urgency. You didn’t want to run into it without assessing the situation strategically.

“What the fuck is he doing here? Why is Jin with him? Did he bring him along or something, is he fucking kidding?” You exclaimed discreetly.

“____, I really don’t know,” Yoongi replied with a sympathetic frown. “But you don’t want to confront him and you don’t want to make a scene.”

You sighed, knowing he was right. This was Jimin’s day. And you could easily and happily go about your life without interacting with Namjoon ever again.

“Corner Jin later, when he’s not around.”

“Ok,” you said, biting your tongue.

You took pictures with Jimin and took pictures of Jimin. He looked so cute in his robes and the boys teased him for how they dragged on the floor. After he got a couple of pictures with his family, he took the robes off, understandably. The ceremony wasn’t long, due to specifically arriving late to miss the speeches, and soon, the crowd filled out. Only then, you found Taehyung mingling with a group of graduates he probably knew from high school. You often forgot Taehyung was the same age as Jimin, as he was always busy slumming with you. You approached him hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt but Taehyung wouldn’t have it. He cheered at your arrival and enthusiastically introduced you to his friends. You waved and smiled politely before they followed the crowds to the parking lot.

“Have you seen Jimin?” You asked Taehyung, having lost the man of the hour shortly after pictures.

Taehyung scratched his head awkwardly before pointing at something behind you. You turned to see Jimin, red in the face with his arms crossed. He was talking with his parents, no doubt getting an ear full from his mother. Things got heated when Jimin seemed to have fired something back and his father stepped into his face. You quickly averted your gaze, wanting to give as much privacy as possible.

“Shit.”

“I know,” Taehyung replied, “I feel so bad for him, you know? He worked so hard to get this degree and his parents aren’t even proud of him… They’re disappointed!”

Taehyung waffled on. It was sweet, really sweet to see how much he cared for his friend. You were listening, you really were until over his shoulder you spotted Namjoon. He was talking with someone obscured from your view and Jin was nowhere to be seen. You interrupted Taehyung so suddenly his big eyes grew even bigger.

“Tae, I’m going to run to the ladies room,” you lied. “Meet me at the car, ok?”

Taehyung stuttered a bit. He was ready to question you but you grabbed his shoulder to kiss his cheek as a hasty goodbye. He took it and then walked away from you, confusion plastered on his face. You watched him walk away with fondness. He turned back with furrowed eyebrows and you smiled back reassuringly. You could tell he thought something was off with you. You hated being dishonest with him but you thoroughly appreciated his trust in you.

With a deep breath, you slowly approached Namjoon. You didn’t want to actually converse with him but being the nosy bitch you were, you wanted to know what he was up to. He didn’t see you. Your heart was raced the closer you got. As soon as you could overhear his conversation, you stopped.

“I know, I know-,” Namjoon said before being interrupted.

You couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, you couldn’t see them either. It spiked your curiosity to the max but you didn’t want to risk being caught by inching closer to see who it was. He or she was hidden around the corner. You watched Namjoon’s expression to whatever they were saying and you could tell it was heated.

“What are we doing here then? Why did you have to drag me here?” Namjoon started to raise his voice.

The other person might have been Jin. It probably was Jin. It had to be.

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t do anything stupid, don’t be a fucking dick,” he replied to an insult you didn’t hear.

You frowned at the silence after. It really was impossible to understand the context of the conversation only hearing one side of it.

“It’s not the fucking time! How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t just do whatever the fuck you want now, not without consulting me first.”

You heard a growl and your ears perked up. Your curiosity was getting the better of you. What did Namjoon have on Jin now? You were beyond confused and intrigued. Jin never told you anything it drove you to these desperate measures, shadily eavesdropping on his conversations. You took a few steps forward, loosely hugging the wall. You were so close to sight of him until a hand slapped on your shoulder.

“What are you doing?! We’re all waiting for you!”

You whipped around to see Hoseok, staring you down disapprovingly. This time it was your turn to stutter, unable to explain yourself. You were acting plain idiotic and you looked like an idiot too.

“Let’s go,” Hoseok murmured, eyes on Namjoon.

You turned back to see Namjoon staring straight at you. He mumbled something to Jin without lifting his menacing gaze off of you. The fear kicked in, your breathing became erratic. Before it escalated to a full on panic attack, Hoseok had a hold of your arm, pulling you in the opposite direction. You were confused as to why your brother didn’t pop out from behind the corner when you were caught but you didn’t think much of it.

As soon as you got to the car, Taehyung checked if you were alright in a whisper so no one could overhear. You nodded and he grinned at you. You felt so lucky and grateful he cared so much you couldn’t help returning the grin, despite the fact you still felt very unsettled by what you saw.

As you all hopped into the car, Taehyung was buzzing with excitement in the back seat next to you. Jimin was sitting in front of him in the passenger seat and he leaned forward to grab his shoulders, harping on about how good the celebratory drinks that night were going to be. Jimin shook him off, shutting down the idea completely. Everyone looked at him strangely, he was never one to turn down a party, none of the boys were. Taehyung tried again, tempting him with good conversation and good company, people he would see less and less now that his schooling was over. Jimin didn’t falter. He didn’t want to go. Up until that moment, he had played the role he had to play. A freshly graduated young adult, lively and excited but like a switch, he had flipped it off. And then it came to you.

Jimin took his diploma with a smile, smiled at his professors and smiled for the camera. But as he was sitting in front seat and looking at you through the rear vision mirror with a reassuring smile, his eyes weren’t smiling. And you realised the whole time, they never were.

It took almost week to get Jimin out of bed. And then, he relocated to a bed in one of Hoseok’s guest rooms. It was so unlike Jimin. None of you really knew what to do. You all tried to fish him out him with promises of alcohol, drugs, his favourite restaurant, the ballet, even a strip club and he didn’t nibble at any. He really was in a slump, a crisis thinking about where his life was going now. It hurt you seeing him like that, so hopeless and sad. It hurt you so much you even suggested running away to Europe, just the two of you, wherever he wanted to go. He chuckled at you fondly when you offered and then revealed his parents took his passport. At least you heard him laugh.

It was friday afternoon when you decided you had absolutely enough of Jimin wallowing in gloom. You bursted into his room, you contemplated opening his curtains but thought better, knowing you’d have a pillow chucked at you. You sat on the side of his bed and pulled the covers down to find his head. He groaned immediately.

“Leave me here to die,” he grumbled.

“Don’t be so dramatic!” You giggled. “Can we please just talk?”

Jimin sighed before slowly and gradually pulling himself up to face you. This is progress, this was good. You believed he knew it was time for him to quit his absurd despondency. It wasn’t helping him. If anything it made him more depressed that he was missing out on precious time with his friends. Wasting his limited time of freedom, having locked himself away, before he was to start working for his family.

“I think it’s time for you to return to the real world,” you levelled with him.

“I know,” he replied without protest.

You were surprised he agreed with you so simply and easily. You stared at him, you really looked for any hint of dishonesty. But, all you saw was sadness and you felt the sadness. You hated it and you hated the fact you couldn’t make it go away.

"Do you want to hear about my depressing past? Would that make you feel better about your life maybe?" You offered having exhausted all other methods to cheer him up.

He chuckled and shook his head, not wanting to put you through that. But, he appreciated your willingness and eagerness to make him feel better.

"I wish I could be as strong as you, ____." he dropped out of nowhere, his smile having faded.

“What do you mean, Jimin?” You asked incredulously. “You’re the strongest, most dedicated, most driven person I know!”

Jimin shook his head again. “Sure, academically. But what does that matter if you don’t have a good head on your shoulders? If you can’t handle grief and heartbreak or an irrational, emotional crisis?”

“Jimin, I-”

"If I was that in love, I don't know if I could have done the right thing."

And there it was. He really did want to hear about your depressing past. You could see the apologetic look in his eyes and there was really no need for it. He was your best friend, you would tell him anything he wanted to know. And if talking about this would take his mind off of his own problems, so be it.

You sighed. “You make me sound like a this incredibly righteous person but I’m not. I was just young and naive and scared.”

“But still, surely, you believed he wouldn’t hurt you because he loved you?”

“I really didn’t know, Jimin,” you confessed.

“Well, I’m glad and I’m proud that you did do the right thing.”

You gave him a small smile.

“I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been,” he murmured, almost to himself.

"It was hard,” you agreed with him, “and I always let off that I never thought twice about it or regretted it..."

"But?"

"But I did, once."

The Jeon's didn't want a trial. Not a long one at least and for some reason, Jungkook obeyed those wishes. The prosecution moved fast, so fast the only chance you had to see him was through a one sided mirror. Coincidentally, it was also the only way you were allowed to see him. You don't know how your mother managed to pull the strings, but she did. Within a couple hours of asking her, she had driven you to the precinct and had you in a room with three other detectives, ready to witness the interrogation of Jeon Jungkook.

He was already sitting at a table, cuffed to it, when you arrived and you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath. You hadn't seen him since the night he took a life right in front of your eyes and your feelings were conflicting. He disgusted you but your heart still leaped at the sight of him. You knew, even before you stepped into that room, how hard it was going to be.

A detective, detective Choi Seunghyun, entered Jungkook's room with two coffees and bunch of folders under his arm. The detective was handsome and well dressed, smart-casual. He looked professional but approachable, easy to talk to. You remembered him smiling at you when you walked past his desk. Now it made sense that he did, he knew Jungkook's case, he knew you.

"I understand your attorney has convinced you to confess?" Was the Detective Choi's opening liner, causing you to come to the conclusion they had met prior.

He took his seat opposite Jungkook and placed a coffee in front of him. Jungkook only stared at the hot beverage and then down at his wrists cuffed to a bar a top of the table. Choi sniggered.

"No can do son, you murdered four people."

Jungkook played with his chains before spitting into a gradual cackle. He leaned back in his chair, as far as his constraints let him. He stared his interrogator down, a look so strong it was as if he, himself, was the interrogator. After a couple more seconds of Jungkook tapping his foot and cracking his jaw, Choi prompted him again.

"You did murder them, didn't you?"

Jungkook continued to stare the other man down, his eyes dark and sinister. If you were in that room you could have taken that stare as an official confession itself. When Jungkook finally broke his gaze to look around the room, the detective sighed before standing up to reach for the multiple folders laid out on the table. He flipped one open and spread the contents for Jungkook's viewing. They were pictures, the subject matter of all of them was his car. The car you were in every single day. You couldn't see them very well from your angle but you could make out most of them were the contents of his trunk and a couple of his glove box. Your hands were shaking, so terrified and overwhelmingly disappointed in yourself as all of it was hidden right under your nose the entire time.

Choi pushed one picture towards Jungkook for him to focus on. As soon as Jungkook took a proper look, a twisted smile spread across his face. He picked the picture up to examine without the glare of the harsh lighting from above. His twisted smile turned into low chuckling, the glint in his eye looking at the image was sickening.

"You wanna tell me about that one, kid?"

It truly seemed like he had to force himself to tear his gaze away from the picture to look at the detective. And almost instantly, his expression of amusement disappeared. He kept the detective in further suspense, cocking an eyebrow at him. You wanted to yell at him to just get it over with, to put everyone out of their misery, to put the allegations at ease. But he was Jungkook, he was always the one to ask the questions, always the one to keep you on the edge of your seat. You really didn't know why you were expecting any different.

"He said he wanted to confess, why is he dragging this out?" your mother said rather calmly despite the subtle distress in her tone.

You looked at her with a blank expression and you could see the immediate regret in her eyes for saying anything. To be fair, you would have asked the same question if you didn't know this boy. But you did. And god, you wish you didn't. You wished you didn't beg your mother to go behind your father's back to bring you here. At the time, you just needed to see him, really see him for who he truly was, a criminal in his rightful place. But, it just made you want to hurl seeing more of this Jungkook. It made yourself second guess every interaction you had with him in fast forward, this new character spreading across your memories and tainting them like a virus. You don't know why you had to torture yourself like that but you did by continuing to stay in that room.

"That's a gun I used to shoot a guy in the head," he said, completely unfazed and then began chuckling. "He didn't even see it coming."

Choi blinked and rubbed his stubble before taking his seat again. As satisfying as it was when the suspect finally talked, Jungkook's confession already unnerved him. To see someone so young, adopt traits of a seasoned serial killer was unsettling to say the least.

"He was drunk," Jungkook continued, smirking as if he was reliving a fond memory, "fumbling with his car keys and when he dropped them I snuck up behind him. For a second, when he got back up again, he must have seen me in the reflection of his car window but I hit him in the head with the grip and woop, he was down again and then BANG!"

At that moment, he had held his head low to press his finger gun to his temple, reenacting his kill comedically. And at that moment, it truly began to sink in, the true extent of your boyfriend's insanity. It was like he was bragging about it, like he was building everything up to impress, as if it was a bigger reveal. But, it was far from impressive, it was repelling and frightening.

Despite that unnerving feeling in his stomach, Detective Choi pressed Jungkook. "What about the knife in the picture?" He almost mumbled, almost as if he didn't want to know.

Jungkook smiled as a silent 'I'm glad you asked.'

"I used that knife to slit a guy's throat open," he shared and then pulled a so-so face. "I did it slowly, so I could hear him gargle on his blood but surprisingly it wasn't as satisfying as stabbing his friend in the eyeball."

"I see."

"That guy lived, by the way," Jungkook reassured the detective with a point of his finger. "We needed him alive to pass on a message."

"We?"

Jungkook pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and chuckled. Choi was getting greedy, latching onto anything to link to the Jeon's. It was rather ambitious of him and Jungkook respected that, but it didn't mean he was going to share any more than agreed upon with his lawyer and his parents.

"I," he grinned, "I needed him alive to pass on a message."

Choi rubbed his face before tossing another picture across the table. Jungkook's eyes lit up, it was abundantly clear how much he was growing to enjoy this.

"Ahhh, that, I used to kill a friend of mine," he said, pointing to something in the picture.

"A friend? Did he piss you off?" Choi questioned.

Jungkook stared, a smile creeping up his face.

"It's a spiked baseball bat and it still had pieces of your friend's brains and intestines and flesh on it," Choi read, holding what looked like some kind of report.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed at him but his small smile didn't falter.

"Surely, a murder that barbaric had to be a crime of passion."

"No," Jungkook responded.

"So it was premeditated? You had planned to kill him and then he made you angry?"

"No, it was the first one," Jungkook backtracked.

Choi slapped the paper down on the table in exasperation. "Don't play games with me, kid."

"It was a hit," you mumbled to yourself.

Flashbacks of that night flooded your brain as a mirage of images. The neon sign, the wet concrete, the two figures, the bat, the bat then bloody. Their conversation, Jungkook's howls. It was a hit. You had witnessed a hit and having witnessed it, you wished it was a crime of passion. But it wasn't, Jungkook didn't have to be enraged to commit such a gruesome murder. Choi had it twisted in favour of Jungkook's character.

"Did you want to hear about the hammer or not?" Jungkook quickly changed the subject.

Choi took a sip of his coffee and nodded for him to continue.

"This guy took a few more blows to the head than normal, so eventually I used the claw of the hammer to crack his skull open, right here," he spilled, tapping the middle of his forehead. "Of course, that was after I bashed him in jaw."

"Why did you have to hit him in the jaw first?" Detective Choi probed.

"So he couldn't beg for his life."

After hearing that, Choi shuffled in his seat, intrigue in the way he folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. "Why would you want to take that away from your victims, Jungkook?"

"It's annoying to hear," he shut him down.

Choi clicked his tongue, clearly he was interpreting this differently. "I think, maybe, you don't like to hear them begging because you feel remorse," he theorised before leaning back again. "And you should, you ended their lives, you took them away from their family and friends and the people they loved the most, you hurt those people too. I hope that haunts you for the rest of your life, son."

Jungkook laughed, for a while. You watched Choi's fist ball up as he watched Jungkook double over the table, unable to control himself.

"No," he finally uttered and in a flash, his amusement was nowhere to be seen. "I feel angry."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"I feel angry, because there's only one person who can beg me for anything," he explained.

Your heart constricted in your chest.

"And on her, it's perfect, can't have scum ruin that for me."

You choked, you don't know how you did but soon you were coughing and spluttering. Your mother flocked to you, rubbing your arm and patting your back. You held onto her and she kissed the top of your head as you tried to calm your breathing. All those times he'd tease your pleas, relish in them. She's begging me now, she's begging me now, she's begging me now, she's begging me now, his voice played through your mind like a stuck record and all you could think about was the warm feeling you felt when you saw the smile creep up his face to coincide.

"A girlfriend, huh?"

Jungkook ignored him.

Choi sighed. "So, you bashed one of your victim’s head open with a hammer, another one with a baseball bat. You slit the throat of one of your victims and you shot the other in the temple."

"Yes," Jungkook grinned. "And I stabbed one guy in the eye."

Choi looked at him incredulously. "It sounds like your M.O is injuries, if not lethal, to the head," he stated.

"Why don't you look at that," Jungkook bellowed, "you're a good lil' detective, aren't you?"

"Don't fucking patronise me, kid."

"Don't fucking psychoanalyse me, detective."

The other man chuckled. "Touchè."

There was a short silence after that. The tension was so thick you swore it could have been cut with a knife. Choi huffed before circling around the table to get in Jungkook's face, you cringed watching it.

"I came here to confess and I did," Jungkook said calmly despite having his personal space violated, "could we get on with it?"

"I know your little cocky ass believes mummy and daddy's money is gonna bail you out of this one, but I swear to fucking god I'm gonna do everything in my power to make damn sure you're locked up for a long, long time," Choi snarled.

"I'm going to enjoy seeing you try," Jungkook mocked with a grin.

"I've got you in cuffs right now, kid. I have the upper hand, I already have you, you're not going anywhere that isn't a cell," Choi intimidated.

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, he stared past him and at the mirror, at you. You gasped and began trembling, you mother held you tighter. There was no way he could have known you were there, but his menacing knowing look shook you to your core. Choi turned to follow Jungkook's gaze and he scoffed.

"There's no one there," he barked. "No one you're expecting, only my fellow detectives."

Jungkook leered at him as he returned to his seat to pick up another folder.

"You're expecting your brother, right," Choi revealed, still paging through a folder and Jungkook's eyes widened. "Namjoon, isn't it?"

You could see Jungkook's cool slipping, his nerve sweat glistening on his forehead due to the harsh lighting. He tapped his foot and stumbled on his words until he cleared his throat and tried again.

"Yeah, he promised he would be here."

"Ah yes, he did, didn't he? To bust you out?" Choi revealed and Jungkook's expression plummeted, "We caught him at the back of the precinct with his goons, heavily armed with a getaway car two blocks away. I'm sure your parents will bail him out within the next 72 hours, however you'll be detained by then, no more little escape missions."

Jungkook had his jaw clenched so tight, he grinded his teeth. "Fuck."

He growled, banging his fist on the metal table and then his forehead following suit. He stayed there for awhile, mumbling curses and tapping his foot repetitively. Choi started packing up the photographs, filing everything away calmly while Jungkook kept his head down in his distress. He had won, Detective Choi had won. He had Jungkook right where he wanted him. He stacked and placed the folders neatly to the side, ready to wrap up his interrogation with a ultimatum.

"Ok this is what's gonna happen, kid, you're going to give me information about your parents and we can see if we can lessen your sentence-"

"No."

Choi frowned. "Jungkook, you're looking at life in prison."

His head still pressed against the cold metal, Jungkook breathed deeply, in and out. And when he lifted his head up from the table, he was calm and collected. It was a surprise to all, in both rooms. The malice in his eyes was less apparent, if it was there at all. He gnawed at his bottom lip, a mannerism meaning he was nervous, you knew it, you knew his tells. You knew this Jungkook.

"Can I have my phone call, please?" He asked, his tone shockingly civil.

Choi shook his head. "You don't have one."

"Detective, I know my rights and I have a right to one phone call."

"No phone call is going to get you out of this one, Jungkook," Choi levelled with him. "The only way this is going to work in your favour is if you give me information about your family. I'm sure you know a lot, son-"

"No," Jungkook growled, "I don't know anything."

"You don't?" Choi pried, "But you were selling drugs for them? Your parents?"

"I would like my phone call, please," Jungkook repeated a bit more aggressively.

"Why?" Choi challenged.

Jungkook stared at him, you could see the hate in his eyes. He hated playing games that weren't his. He wasn't going to play nice, he wasn't going to answer Detective Choi's questions, not anymore. He was going to thrash about in his chair and tell Choi to go fuck himself. He was going to be the rebel you always knew him as and who he was always going to be. But, he didn't.

"I need to speak to someone, I need to see someone."

"I need you to tell me where and when your parents are receiving their next shipment of narcotics."

"I'm not going to, asshole!"

Choi sighed. "Well, I guess we both don't get what we want."

Jungkook stuttered, unnoticeable to most but not to you. He never stuttered, he was never unsure of himself. He was never desperate. But that was the best word you could use to describe him in that moment.

"Detective, I just made this the easiest case for you to solve," Jungkook stated, "you found the evidence in my car, I confessed to the crimes, I'll plead guilty, I'll serve my time."

"Just like that, huh?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I just, I need to see her."

"No."

"At least, let me have my phone call, just so I can hear her voice."

"If you care about her-"

"I fucking love her," Jungkook growled.

"Ok kid," Choi smirked and Jungkook snarled. "Do you really want to bring her into all of this?"

"She knows-"

"So she has information?" Choi interrupted, "You confide in her?"

That zipped Jungkook’s mouth shut. He fiddled with his chains in ethical turmoil. He didn't want you a part of this, he really didn't. He only showed you who he really was because he wanted to be completely honest with you, he wanted you to love him all of him. No, you really didn't deserve to be dragged into his mess. But he needed to see you. He need to hear you, at least, one last time as a free man. If he could, it would make all of it ok, he theorised. As long as he could see you, hear you, feel your presence, he could keep going and he could make it through. If only he knew how close you really were.

"You want to give me her name, son?" Choi offered as if he was dangling bait. "I can see if we can bring her in... to see you."

Jungkook shook his head.

A spiteful smirk spread across Choi's face. "You really do love her, don't you?"

You didn't know why the detective was doing this, he knew you were on the other side of the mirror. What was the point of tormenting him with you like this? You were really beginning to loathe Detective Choi Seunghyun, regardless of the fact you were warned it wasn't going to be pretty.

"And she loves me too, she'll come for me, she'll come find me."

Your heart lurched in your chest hearing the pure hope in his voice. And thinking about the pure unwavering certainty and confidence he had in you brought tears. You did come for him, you did come find him but not in the way he'd so innocently hoped.

"You sure about that?"

"It's all I got," Jungkook admitted defeat, "You're not going to let me see her without making her life hell by dragging her into all of this."

"We wouldn't do that," Choi contradicted his illusions, tapping his now empty coffee cup on the table, silently refusing to elaborate.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Choi, he was just about ready to snap. "What fucking game are you playing at?! Do you want me to beg?"

"No son," Choi sighed, "we already know all about your lovely girlfriend."

Jungkook began shaking, this really was the worst day of his life.

"What?" He voice trembled.

"___ _____," Choi announced your full name making Jungkook wince. "She has quite the powerful, law-abiding, family and she's off to university very soon. I understand she is very smart and has a very bright future ahead of her."

Jungkook would have nodded proudly if he wasn't so infuriated. "What does that mean?" He yelled instead.

"It means we're been watching you for a while, Jungkook. We wired your car and we had you followed. We know you never took her home to meet your parents and we know you never told her anything about your family... no matter how many times she begged you."

Jungkook jolted and kicked in his seat. It was such a low blow and it even made you flinch. You couldn't imagine how he was feeling, they were all lies, lies to protect you physically and then destroy him emotionally. You could see his neck flush red and his eyes water in frustration. Choi ignored it.

"It means we didn't and we aren't going to bring her in for questioning," Choi revealed. "Also, the bureau would rather not fuck with with her family."

Another detective in the room with you monitoring the recording tampered the footage and then nodded at your mother. Your eyes widened and you quickly averted your gaze as if you just saw something your weren't supposed to see, even though it happened right in front of you. Your parents really did have the bureau under their thumb. You would have been more appalled under any other circumstances.

"I call bullshit," Jungkook challenged, his clenched fists shaking. "You're gonna bring her in anyway. Let me fucking see her."

"Now, even if we did, why would I do that for you?" Choi almost sniggered, "The only leverage you have, you're unwilling to use."

"I cooperated with you," Jungkook said through gritted teeth. "I told you everything."

"That doesn't mean I have some sort of obligation to you," Choi scoffed. "This isn't preschool, we don't reward you for doing the right thing."

"Bullshit-"

"Well, yeah, but you didn't negotiate before you confessed, did you?" Choi interrupted, "You fucked yourself over, kid."

The detective pushed his chair back, emitting a dramatic screech. He picked up his pile of folders, ready to make his leave. Jungkook jerked in his seat, if he wasn't tethered to the table he'd be on his feet. There was no way he would have taken no for an answer sitting down if he wasn't physically forced to. It was you they were talking about. Jungkook would never back down, especially if it came to you.

"Wait, wait, wait ,wait, wait," he chanted in a panic, "please."

"We're done here, Jungkook," Choi shut him down. "I'll see you in the courtroom."

Detective Choi turned his back and that's what sent Jungkook over the edge. He leaped out of his seat, jerking and kicking so intensely the metal chair hit a wall and ricocheted to the middle of the room. He was throwing his toys out of the cot in his pure rage and frustration. That's what it came to, it was all he could do.

"LET ME SEE HER!"

Choi ignored his command, he didn't stop, he didn't flinch. He just left the room with the bang of the door, leaving the enraged serial killer alone to his tantrum. And you knew, once Jungkook got in these moods it was near impossible for him to escape them. There was nothing Choi could have done, nothing he should have done. Jungkook made his bed and now he had to lay in it.

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!" He chanted, howling at the top of his lungs.

He punched the metal table. He thrashed about. He headbutted the metal table. You flinched at every scream and bang he made. He began punching repetitively until his knuckles bled. A detective jumped up and left your room in a hurry, no doubt to gather men to collect Jungkook before he damaged property and himself much more. You felt ashamed of him and embarrassed that the other detectives in the room were judging you, judging you for having that as a boyfriend - a crazed serial killer that threw tantrums like a five year old when he couldn’t get what he wanted. You almost turned to leave. But then, he did something you did not expect, something you would have never expected.

He cried.

He wailed, grunting in frustration and thrashing about his is constraints. The tears streamed down his face and he tried shaking them away and blinking ferociously in hopes it would clear his vision. He was absolutely distraught, waling for you, bawling for you. You couldn't tear your eyes away, you couldn't feel your mother shaking you to see if you were ok. You weren't, but you were frozen and unable to communicate. He looked so broken, the spitting image of your heart in that moment. Even though he didn't know you were there, you felt an obligation to stay, he needed you, he needed you to be strong for him.

Then he started wailing your name, and you tapped out.

You dropped to the ground and choked on sobs. You couldn't move, you couldn't pull yourself together. You stayed in the room, crying and cradled on the floor by your mother until Jungkook was escorted out of his room. You couldn't see it but you could tell he was removed kicking and screaming. You had never cried so hard in public in your entire life. You had never felt your heart shatter but it did, in that moment, for the first time. You hated yourself for doing that to him. You wanted to take it back. In that moment, you prayed to be able to turn back time. Anything to stop the heartbreak and the guilt. Anything to erase the strained and strangled cries of your name. But you couldn’t, it wasn’t possible and those wails haunted you for many nights after that.

Jimin eyes were wider than you had ever seen them before and you could tell he was struggling to keep his mouth from dropping open. Telling that story, you weren’t so dependent on reactions. Instead, you delved deeper into your thoughts, into old feelings.

"I've never told anyone about that before," you said softly.

Within a few seconds, Jimin was out of bed, holding both your hands. It snapped you right out of your trance and in a flash, your bubbly Jimin was back. You couldn’t be more delighted.

“We both need to get out and have a drink, don’t you think?” Jimin exclaimed with a grin. “I’m sure Tae would love to go for those celebratory drinks we missed last weekend.”

You giggled. “I’m sure we’d all love that.”

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