#possessive!jungkook

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Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, toxic & manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career. word count: 12.9K

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disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in here are all fictional and all are part of my imagination.

a/n: to the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

It happened again. You were so busy that you are starting to forget him again. Your reasons were always valid considering that you’re in your 3rd year college yet he can’t seem to accept it. He doesn’t know if he’s just overthinking but he can’t ignore the fact that something was off. 

He read your message once again before he closed his phone. 

Y/N: Can’t make it to dinner tonight, still have to finish my research paper. Sorry babeee

It was your third time using that excuse for you not to make it to dinner. He’s been inviting you for a week already to have dinner with him yet you always refuse and you’ve already used that excuse a lot of times. This happened before and it didn’t end well. He didn’t want it to happen again. 

He rubbed his palm on his face and he brushed his fingers on his hair before he loosened up his necktie. Anxiety of fear is penetrating his body.

He doesn’t know what went wrong because he gave everything to you. Everything you want and everything you need even though you didn’t ask for it. He wanted to make sure that you’ll stay with him and you’ll never leave him yet he got the feeling that you’re falling apart once again. 

He opened his phone as he looked for your location and his overthinking got worse. Your location said that you’re not in your apartment but in a cafe. His heart beats rapidly and his hands are starting to shake. 

Why are you there and who’s with you? 

Jungkook breathes heavily as he immediately stands up from his chair and grabs his coat beside him as he leaves his office.

The thing about you is that Jungkook couldn’t read you most of the time. He can’t predict what’s really inside the pretty head of yours and he can’t see what’s behind those smiles that you always show him. You’re always good with your words but he can’t seem to see the sincerity of it. You always made him doubt you. 

You always made him feel that you can leave him anytime you want and that’s the reality that he’s avoiding to happen. 

When the day you entered his life, he knew to himself that he will make sure you will never leave.

His heart was beating aggressively when he stopped at the cafe you’re in. He looked at the glass window if you’re visible but you’re not. He grabs his phone to check once again if you’re still inside and it’s clear that you are. You’re meters away from him. 

He got out of his black Chevrolet corvette and when he entered the cafe, a lot of eyes were on him. People, especially women, were too stunned to see him. It wasn’t surprising the fact that he has such a good appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. But he didn’t have time to think of how a lot of eyes were on him because his own eyes were looking around to spot you. However, the cafe was spacious and there were a lot of people. Majority of the customers were students or a group of people hanging out. The cafe was actually busy yet the surroundings were calm. It wasn't as rowdy as normal. 

The lights of the cafe were bright enough to finally spot you. Your back is facing him but he already knows that it’s you. And you’re with someone. A guy that he doesn’t know. 

He felt like a needle prick his heart and he can’t seem to control his emotion right now. 

His eyes were glued on you as he walked towards you. You have your laptop in front of you with a coffee on the side. You haven’t noticed him and the guy that is the one facing Jungkook is the first one to notice him. When he sees him looking at you, he slowly taps your hands to get your attention. 

“Y/N.” Jungkook calls you out. You remove your airpods on your right ear as you look at the person in front of you and when you see him looking at your side, you turn your head and you are surprised that Jungkook is standing in front of you. 

You stand up from your seat to level him and you swallow down when you realize that he doesn’t look pleased. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him as he tilted his head and glanced at the guy sitting in front of you.

“I’m here to fetch you. Did you forget?” He responded as the side of his lips raised. 

He doesn’t like the reaction that he’s seeing in you right now. You look so dense and it felt like he caught you red handed. The way your eyes move rapidly indicates that you don’t want him to be in here right now and as he realized that, he felt like his heart was crumbling. 

“Didn’t you receive my message? I messaged you like an hour ago.” You picked up your phone from the table to check whether you have sent the message and before you can even open the chat box, he caught your hand.

“I did not. But I’m now here, babe. We can go now.” He forced a smile and you narrowed your eyebrow in confusion. 

“Gguk I can’t—

“Please?”

He hates it. He hates it so much that you can instantly reject him in front of everyone. In front of a guy that he doesn’t even know. You never acted this way when both of you are together but right now, you act like you don’t wanna be with him and he can’t take it. 

“Look, I’ll finish this up in a min—

“I’ll be the one to finish that. Please let’s go.” He cuts you off once again as he caresses both of your hands.

The longer that he’s in here, the more suffocated he gets and the moment that you decline him again, he’ll lose it. 

You pressed your lips as you turned your gaze to Yuan—your research partner and after a few seconds, you sigh. You released your hands on his hold and you picked up your things. 

“Finish your parts and I’ll finish mine. Send it to me asap once you’re done. I have to go.” You said to Yuan and he just nodded while his mouth hung open. You walk through Jungkook and you already know that he’s following you. He keeps on calling your name and you ignore it until you reach his car. You put your things first as you hop in and you were about to close the door when he already did it for you. 

“Baby.” Is the first thing he said after a long silence between the two of you.

“A-are you… Mad?” He asked in his low and soft voice like he really sounded guilty from what he just did. 

“What was that, Jungkook?” You finally spoke and annoyance is evident in your voice. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just want us to have our dinner because we haven’t done it for weeks already.” His voice was still low and soft just like a child that was scrolled by his mom. 

He doesn’t like it when you’re mad. It rarely happens but when you did, he felt like he did really something terrible for you to get this angry. 

“It was our due date this week, Jungkook and we’re not yet done with our paper. We still have a lot of things to do and I don’t understand why you can’t understand it.” 

He’s getting anxious with how your voice sounds. You’re so pissed and he immediately regrets the actions he just did. 

You sound like you hate him now and that you regret being with him. It’s like any minute, you would open your door and leave him alone. 

By just thinking about it makes him crazy. 

He held your hands and placed them on his lips and you can feel his hands shaking.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry! I’ll promise that I’ll be the one to finish all your works I swear. You already knew that those things are only a piece of cake for me and I can finish that in no time I promise!” He speaks so fast and you feel his anxiousness within his shaking voice and hands. 

“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added as he intertwined his fingers with yours and his lips touched the back of your hand.

He’s too scared that he has to feel you right now in order to calm his nerves because when he doesn't, you might drift away from him. 

“But seriously, Jungkook. What was that?” You asked after a long silence. 

The more that you call him by his name, the more anxious he gets because you don’t call him only by his name. 

“When I read your message—

“I thought you didn’t read them?” He looked at you in your eyes and he bites his lips. 

“I lied. I’m sorry.” He admits and you become more confused with his actions. You don’t understand what’s with him. 

“Baby, I'm uneasy and I felt that something is not right and I saw your location and I saw the guy and I don’t know, I feel like my heart will explode! Babe, I can’t sit well because you’ve been declining my invites multiple times and I don’t know what’s happening and I’m overthinking things.”

Even though he talks too fast, you understand where he’s coming from. You’ve seen this before and you know the reason why this is happening.

“So you thought that I ditched you for Yuan?” You asked, trying to hide your smile. 

“Who’s Yuan?” When he asked that, you immediately cracked up.

“Baby, who’s Yuan?” He asked once again.

“The guy I’m with. Jungkook, what the heck!” You can’t take it as you laugh so hard. 

“Babe, why are you—

“You’re getting jealous of someone you forgot! Who’s not going to laugh at that?” You speak in between your laughs. 

Your laughs continued until you realized that he doesn’t find the situation funny. Your laugh slowly fades when you see how serious he is. 

“I was just kidding! Why so serious, Ggukie?” You spoke and you clung to his arm. You still find the situation funny and you tried your best not to laugh since he’s being serious.

After  a few moments, he spoke. 

“Did you really… Ditch me?” He asked in his low and soft voice and you instantly looked at him in horror while you shook your head.

“Of course not! Why would I do that?” You respond in defense. He looked at your eyes trying to see the sincerity of your words but he’s having a hard time finding it. He looked away as he looked down and you took a deep breath.

“Babe, look at me.” You caressed his face as you moved his head to look at you. His eyes glow in the dark and you love how pleading his eyes look. 

“I understand where you’re coming from but believe me when I say that whenever I decline your invites is because I really do have to finish something. Babe, you know how I value my academics and I am aiming for a latin honor. You know that right?” You brushed your thumb off his cheek and he closed his eyes to feel your touch. 

“And Yuan? He’s just a research partner and nothing else. And please, don’t be insecure because of him. He’s nothing compared to you. And I don’t like him either.” You lean forward to kiss his forehead. 

“Don’t you ever think that I would ever like him because it’s a fucking insult. I have a standard, babe and he didn’t even meet the 1% of my standard.” You spoke in a demeaning tone before you pushed your back at the backrest. 

It was absurd that the person that Jungkook chose to feel insecure about is that Hong Yuan guy who is a nobody. First of all, he’s the idiotic person you’ve ever met. If it was not about his idiotic self, you won’t have to be in that cafe and be with him. You have to pay attention to what he’s going to do with the paper because if you don’t, you will fail with him. You would never choose to do his part and give him all the credit that he doesn’t even deserve. And second, he’s ugly as fuck. You would never choose him over the greatest Jeon Jungkook. 

You smile as you enter the fine dining restaurant where Jungkook got a reservation. You felt bad that you declined him multiple times because of your school work. You were so occupied with your academics that you made Jungkook feel neglected. But what can you do? Before you even enter into this deal with him, you clear out to yourself that your academics will still be your top priority. 

The anxiousness that Jungkook had a while ago is now replaced with a smile on his face that reaches his ears. Other than his money, his smile is your favorite thing about him. If you ever feel unhappy, his smile will make it better. It’s like a contagious virus that can penetrate into your body. 

“Y/N, did you remember when we went to Singapore and you saw the bag you wanted but the color isn’t gray?” Jungkook asked you while you were eating. 

You pause on chewing as you recall the thing that he’s talking about. 

“The LV Nano Noé bag?” You asked and you got excited when he nodded. 

“Holy shit don’t tell me–

And before you even finish your sentence, he handed you a Louis Vuitton paper bag. Your jaw drops and you slowly take it from him. 

It was really the Nano Noé mini bag that you wanted. It was a cruise 2023 collection and one of the bags you’re eyeing out. 

You already expected that he might buy it for you but you didn’t expect that it was now since it’s a limited edition bag from that collection. 

One of the things that you love to collect are luxurious bags as you believe that luxury items like bags are a great investment. Other than that, you also thought that it added elegance in you to have a bag that suits you and you are already known for always owning one. 

You also love to kill your “friends” with jealousy and bitterness towards you. You find it amusing whenever they think that they can fool you whenever they are with you but the thing that they don’t know is you wrap them in the palms of your hands. It’s unfortunate that the people you call “friends” are all fake ass bitches who're always jealous of you but there are things that you’re out of control. As much as you wanted to leave them behind, your ego couldn’t stand to be alone and to be out of friends because you find it pathetic so the only thing that you can do is to endure their shitty attitude. Well, you don’t mind though since when you’re with them, you’re always the star and they are only there to justify your main-character personality because even if you turn the world upside down, you always outclass them. 

“I super love the bag but it’s better if it’s the classic brown color.” Rae Ya, one of your “friends”, stated as she touched your bag that’s on the top of the table.

“Oh girl, you just proved to me how basic you can be.” You responded as you sip your coffee. 

Your other friends burst out laughing with your responses towards Rae Ya and you smirk when you saw how embarrassed she got.

It was another week of meeting the girls so that they can keep up with your lavish life and to play plastic with them. The only thing that motivates you to meet them is you feel the satisfaction whenever you see how envy they can get especially with this bitch called Rae Ya. It’s fucking obvious how jealous she can be and you find it entertaining to see every reaction she makes. 

“Oh how I wish to have a boyfriend like yours, Y/N.” Mitzi— one of the girls said. 

“Didn’t you have Tae-moo with you? He’s rich isn’t he?” You responded and she only rolled her eyes.

“Did you forget? I already broke up with him ages ago!” of course you would forget. You don’t even give a shit about their lives and you always forget everything they talk about. You just simply don’t care, honestly. 

“Oh yeah I remember. Condolence. Did you break up because he cheated?” You try to guess.

“Yeah. Fucking hate him so much.”

“But Tae-moo guy is hella rich isn’t he? If I were you, I wouldn't break up with him and just consume all his money. At least you still got a rich boyfriend with you.” You cross your arms as you lean back. 

“Are you saying that because that’s how you treat your boyfriend?” Eunjae said— another friend of yours.

You were caught off guard with what she said. 

“You’re not serious with Jungkook, are you?” She added. 

You suddenly ask yourself; are you taking the relationship you have with him seriously?

You suddenly laugh mentally. 

Your relationship with him isn’t a boyfriend-girlfriend thing but a sugar baby-daddy thing. It was hilarious that you made your friends believe that your relationship with Jungkook is a normal thing but it was otherwise. You will never admit it to them that you’re a sugar baby of a 29 year-old CEO of the Power Construction Corporation. The leading Construction Company in Seoul. 

Ever since you agreed on being his sugar daddy 6 months ago, your life turned out to be what you wanted. You haven’t regretted agreeing with him. Not yet. But in the present time, it’s one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. 

It’s a powerful tool to deal with your “friends” on a daily basis. You know what you want and you only grab the opportunity to make it happen. 

Being a sugar baby of Jeon Jungkook is the greatest achievement that you’ve made. Better than having a scholarship in SNU because he can practically provide your education in the same university. 

No one will ever think that you’re a sugar baby of his because with how perfect you and him look, everyone will believe that you’re a perfect couple for each other. 

“I am serious with him. But if it happens that he cheated on me, I won’t just cry and pity myself. I will use every dollar he has before I leave him penniless.” You answered. 

But he can never do that to you. He can never find someone better than you because to him, you are beyond perfection. The day he saw you in his charity gala, is the day his life now depends on you. It may be clear to you the situation you have with him but he sees you more than that. You became his world that it’s perfectly fine for him if you use him to your advantage. Anything for you. He will provide everything for you to stay with him because he may not admit it to himself, you can leave him anytime considering the situation you only have and that’s the thing that he will avoid whatever it takes. 

Even if he has to give up an opportunity for his business just for you. 

Jungkook may be whipped for you but he’s excellent when it comes to his work. Everyone admires his capabilities and believes in his principles. Other people, especially in the business industry, desire to become as wise and successful as he is; however, behind closed doors, no one knows that the only thing that can shake his knees is you. 

“The materials that will be used in that project will be supplied by the Linyang Corp. Their materials are compatible with the construction of the project.”

 Jungkook discussed with Yoona—the marketing head of the upcoming project of PCC. 

“Great. But will it be better if the company that will supply this project is Trion Infrastructure?” Yoona responds as she stands up from her seat and proceeds on walking towards him. He remained in his seat as he tilted his head and narrowed his brows. Yoona leaned forward to come close to him while she placed a folder on his table. 

Jungkook raised his brows before he responded. “What do you even know, Ms. Lim Yoona?” 

Before Yoona can even respond, the door suddenly opens. 

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide as his body froze. 

You’re standing tall in between the double doors of his office. Your eyes darken and your lips were in a thin line. Behind you was Tina—his secretary. And suddenly, he was nervous. 

“Sir Jeon, I’m sorry I can’t stop her. She was—

“N-no no. It’s okay.” He immediately jumps on his swivel chair and walks towards you. 

“So this what it’s all about, huh?” You scoff as you glance at his secretary before you turn your head back. 

“Tina, can you accompany Ms. Yoona outside?” Jungkook looked at his secretary. 

“But Jungkook, we’re not yet done discussing the project?” Yoona responds in confusion. 

You looked at Yoona from head to toe as you crossed your arms. She’s wearing a low-neck  black sheath dress that perfectly hugs her body and the slit of her breast is insanely visible. You were also amused with her pair of silver stilettos and you already knew that she was up for something, especially the way she positioned herself in front of Jungkook. 

You’ve known her ever since you met Jungkook and you’re perfectly aware how she’s madly infatuated with him. 

“My bad. I didn’t mean to distract you with your ‘meeting’.” You said sarcastically and you even act the quotation mark with your two fingers. 

You’re about to walk away when he suddenly pulls you inside his office and he gestures to Tina to get Yoona out of the office. 

Yoona was saying a lot to Jungkook but he wasn’t listening and Tina was already leading her out of the office. Before she closed the door, she caught you looking at her and her blood raised when  she saw how satisfied you looked at her. 

Jungkook’s heart was pounding as he looked at you. No one’s around except the both of you and no one can see how he looked so vulnerable right now. 

“I didn’t know that you would come.” Jungkook started. 

You didn’t respond immediately as you checked out the books that’s on the shelf near his office table. He didn’t know what to do now that you’re not even responding. He walked towards you as he closed the space between the two of you. He placed his gentle hands on your tiny waist and he inhaled your scent from your neck. You smell so good that it’s so addicting. He should be the only one that can smell you like this and touch you like this. Just thinking that another man can do this to you makes him insane. No one can have you like this. 

“What’s your meeting with her all about?” You asked as you passed your fingers out of all the books on his shelf.

“About the materials to be used with the new project, baby.” He answered in his gentle tone. 

Materials huh? You utter a ‘tsk’ before you remove his arms around your waist and you push the inside of your cheeks with your tongue. 

“You’re discussing constructing materials with a marketing head and not an engineer?” You asked sarcastically. 

“We’re only talking about the project implementation, that's why she came to be the representative.” He responds as he sounds gentle to convince you. 

You walked towards his office table and sat on his swivel chair before you looked at him.

“Do you want me to tell you something about that girl?” You speak in an orotund voice.

You place both of your hands in the arm rest and you caught a picture of you place on the top of his table. You stare at it for a second before you stretch your arms to get them. You find it amusing that the picture that he chose to frame to his office table is a picture of you in your younger years. You were smiling genuinely in the camera wearing a dress and a reading glass. You used to wear them until you decided to wear contact lenses. You suddenly miss wearing the large glasses because the last time you remember wearing them is before you graduated in your senior high. 

“She likes you, Jungkook. So so much.” You added and you placed the frame back to where it was. You returned your gaze back to him and he’s still standing to where you left him looking like a little puppy who wants to be petted. “Are you aware of that?” 

“Why are you saying that?” He asked.

“Because I want to know if you know.”

“No and I don’t care. You know that I don’t give a fuck, baby.” He answered. 

“Really?” You raise the side of your lips. “Why?” 

“Because I have you, Y/N. Why are you even asking that?” 

“What do you mean by having me? We’re not even together, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Let me remind you of that.” You intertwined your hand and rested your elbow on the table.

Your words went straight to his heart. As the seconds went by, your words were slowly sinking in him until he finally realized what you just said. He took a step back as he couldn’t believe what you just said.

But it was true, wasn't it? You weren’t really together. He doesn’t have something to hold onto you and all of it is coming to him like a massive landslide. He already treated you like the love of his life but you? You’re questioning the thing that you have with him. But there’s nothing wrong with that because you were right. You were so damn right that he wishes that you’re not. 

You still know the reality of the two of you while he’s locked up in the fantasy that he owns you. 

“Why don’t you try to go out with her? I’m sure that she would love that.” You rest your chin on the back of your hands while your eyes are still focused on him. 

“Why are you even—

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, Jungkook. You can still keep me even if she’s with you.” You smirked.

“Stop.” He turned back and pressed his fingers on his temple. 

“What? I’m just giving you an option. Besides, you seems to like the view of her breast—

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” You were taken aback with how his voice echoed at the four corners of the room. He’s now facing you once again and you are suddenly scared of how his eyes darkened. “I don’t fucking want her! I don’t even give a shit about her so don’t you ever push me to her!”

You weren’t able to respond. It was your first time seeing him this angry. You never see him get mad. Hell, you didn't even hear him scream once. And you know what’s crazy? You find him ten times attractive that you want to provoke him even more just to see how hot he is. 

It takes a long silence before he realizes what he just did. His darkened eyes suddenly turned soft as he bites his lower lip in guilt. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” He spoke.

He was wrapped in fear. He immediately regrets losing his temper. He didn’t really mean it.

His fear intensifies when you suddenly stand up from your seat without breaking eye contact with him. He was holding his breath while you’re walking towards him and when you’re now standing inches away from him, you gently stroke the black tie that he’s wearing. 

“It’s not good to get her hopes up if you don’t really like her, babe. I don’t like that.” You finally spoke in your low and seductive voice. “It’s better to cut her off before you can even hurt her.”

One thing that you don’t know about him is that he can do anything that you say. He always listens to what you want even though it’s not the best decision. He was blinded by his love for you that he can risk anything just for you. He’s already drowned in you and he can’t get out of it. He even welcomed the feeling of it. 

He never tries to understand the reason why he’s been like this to you and the only thing he knows is to do what you want because he knows that it will make you happy. Your happiness is the only thing that matters to him. 

He will do anything you want. Whatever it takes. Just for you. 

“Jeon Jungkook, what did I just hear that you pull out the project that we have with the Linyang Corp? Is that true?” Namjoon, one of the directors of the company, asked after he stormed into Jungkook’s office. It was clear how his voice was steaming in anger. 

“Yeah.” Jungkook answered without looking at him and continued on reading the files that he’s holding. 

“For what reason?” Namjoon walked closer to him and when he reached his table, he placed both of his hands and leaned forward. Jungkook only gave him a glance before he returned his gaze down to the files. 

“I made that decision last 2 weeks. Why did you ask that now?” He asked without looking at Namjoon. 

“You made a decision without discussing it with us! Do you know how I found out? The company’s sales decreased significantly. You know how Linyang Corp is one of our biggest clients, Jeon.” The disappointment is evident in his voice yet Jungkook chose to still ignore him. 

Namjoon’s blood rose up. He knows that Jeon Jungkook won’t decide on something that will risk the company. One thing that he knew about him was he handled the company very well yet the results of his actions contradicted what he expected from him. Namjoon is the financial director of the company, the reason why he is affected in the situation. 

“I’m talking to you!” He stomped his feet as he walked aggressively to Jungkook and he pushed the backrest for Jungkook to face him. His eyes were burning with anger as he looked at Jungkook. 

Jungkook is getting annoyed already. He doesn’t want to deal with him but he can’t tell him straight in his face why he pulled the project out. It will make the situation even worse. 

He throws a look at Namjoon before placing down the documents that he’s reading and standing up from his seat. 

“You want to know why I pulled out?” He spoke in a gruff voice as he looked at Namjoon with intensity. “Their funds were illegal and I won’t allow that my company will be at risk just because of them.” He added. 

Namjoon raises his eyebrows as he scoffs. 

“What are you talking about?! They have been our client for years already! It’s impossible that their funds suddenly became illegal!” 

Jungkook was taken aback. It was true and his excuse was irrelevant. 

He pulled out the project because of you. You wanted it didn’t you? You told him things about Lim Yoona and he believed you. It was true, wasn't it? You were right about it all. He doesn’t like Yoona after all and he doesn’t want to get her hopes up and that’s what you keep on telling him. 

He doesn’t want you to misinterpret things between the both of you. He doesn’t want to do things that you don’t like. He’ll do everything just to avoid problems between the two of you. Everything he does is for you. 

“Jungkook, tell me the truth. Is it really because of illegal funds? People saw you with Ms. Yoona the day before you decided to pull out the project.” Namjoon spoke again but this time, his voice calmed down.

“And what does she have to do with it?” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“She’s one of the marketing heads of Linyang Corp and everyone is thinking that you have a thing with her. I know you, Gguk. You have the tendency to mix up your work and personal life.” Namjoon exhales as he rests his hand on the backrest of the couch placed in front of Jungkook’s office table. 

“Who spread that?” Jungkook clenched his jaw as he looked at Namjoon. He breathed rapidly when Namjoon didn’t answer him immediately. 

“Who fucking spread that?!” Namjoon got surprised when Jungkook suddenly punched the office table in anger. 

“Look how you lost your temper by just mentioning her!” Namjoon answered back.

“I don’t have a fucking thing with her!” 

“Then why are you acting like you have?” 

Jungkook curled his fist. rage flowed through him as he looked at Namjoon. He’s trying to control his emotions the moment Namjoon enters his office yet Namjoon is getting the best in him. 

“I don’t even feel the slightest thing with her and I never will. That’s the thing that you should mark to the head of yours and the fucking people around.” He responded emphasizing every word he said. 

“If it's not Yoona, then it’s probably someone. Someone that’s close to you and despised by Yoona.” Namjoon spoke—trying to provoke him. 

Jungkook didn’t speak but he didn’t avoid Namjoon’s eyes. 

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” 

And when Namjoon saw how Jungkook clenched his jaw by just mentioning your name, he smirked. He looked around before he looked back at Jungkook. 

“Gotcha.” He said as he placed both of his hands in his pocket.

“What the fuck do you mean? She’s out of this!” Jungkook lashed out. 

“But with how I see you, she’s involved in this. The situation that you have with her is still ongoing. I know Y/N, I know you and I know Yoona so stop making me a fool out of it.”

Kim Namjoon is the financial director of PCC and a friend of Jungkook. He has known Jungkook ever since he’s still inside the tummy of his mother and he knows everything that’s going on with  his life. 

He’s a great friend actually. He will always take the side of his friends but when it comes to his work, he has no exemption.

“Yoona despises Y/N so much just like how Y/N also despises her. With the result of your decision, you have to eliminate one and you choose to eliminate Yoona.” Namjoon concluded with a satisfying smile. 

“Can you hear yourself? You’re being absurd!” Jungkook raised his voice as he breathed rapidly. 

“Oh yes, Jungkook! Yes! I can hear myself as clear as the window glass you have right now!”

Namjoon smirks as he looks at Jungkook with intensity. 

“Tell me, why did you do it? Is it because Y/N tell you to do it? That Y/N doesn’t like Yoona that’s why you pull out the project?” He added.

“Get out.” Jungkook’s lips grew thin and firm as he spoke in his low voice. 

“Jungkook, wake up! You’re not even together and you throw away Linyang Corp just for her?! She’s just using you and you should be aware of that!” 

“I said get out!” Jungkook loses his patience as he screams. He cannot hold his emotions anymore.

“Not until you realize how fucking stupid you are! Don’t risk your company just for her! She will leave you the moment she gets bored!”

Namjoon was taken aback when Jungkook suddenly went to him and grabbed his collar. Jungkook glared at him as he grasped Namjoon’s collar firmly.

“Who are you to fucking say that? Huh? You know nothing!” 

With how confident Namjoon was seconds ago, it was suddenly replaced with fear. In his whole existence, he never knew that Jungkook could be this mad. He never saw this side of him. 

He never expected that he could be like this. Mad and violent. 

He only knew Jungkook to be calm and serious at the same time in any situation. He can get mad but never like this.

“She will never leave me. You know nothing.” He spoke emphasizing every word before he threw Namjoon out of his office.

After the argument with Namjoon, Jungkook was anxious the whole day. He can’t focus on his work and he can't achieve anything. Namjoon’s words never leave his mind. He was trying to avoid thinking about it but he just can’t and it makes him insane because his overthinking got worse. 

He’s biting his nails as he looks at the photo frame of you placed on his table. He’s been thinking of you a lot more than usual. He extends his hand as he brushes his fingers on your photo frame. 

‘She’s just using you and you should be aware of that!’

‘She will leave you the moment she gets bored!’

No, you wouldn’t do that. You won’t leave him. You need him. You can’t leave him.

He pushed his hair back as he sat on the horns of his dilemma. 

He grabbed his phone to dial your number and he rocked his legs back and forth while waiting for you to pick up. 

But your phone’s been ringing and you won’t pick up.

He felt that something was blocking his chest to prevent him from breathing properly. The longer the phone keeps ringing the harder he can’t breathe. He wanted you to pick up because you are the only thing that he needs. He knew that the moment he hears your voice, he will be calmed. 

“Baby, pick up. I need you so much.”

And with that, you picked up greeting him with your softest and sweetest voice. 

“Hey, daddy. How are you?” There was a tease in your voice and just like that, he felt like a lump in his chest was removed.

“Babe! What took you so long to pick up?” He responded as he pushed his hair back and slightly pulled it. 

“Hey. I was in my last class, okay? What’s up?” 

Your voice is the softest and sweetest voice he has ever heard and he will never get tired of listening to it. It was the only thing that he needed to hear. You are the only thing he needed.

“How’s your last class?” He asked as he played with his bottom lips.

“The usual. Boring. Who would like to listen in a history class?” You spoke in a high tone and he immediately smiled at that. 

You’re being cheeky again and he loves it. He loves everything about you. 

“Baby, I miss you.” the longing in his voice is evident. He touched your photo frame once again. 

“Aw. We saw each other the other day and you already missed me? Poor Ggukie.” He smiles as he imagines you pouting on the other line. “Oh babe, by the way, I’m wearing the heels you’ve bought me! I super love it! I’ll be sending a photo!” 

“You do?” He can’t stop smiling and before he can utter another word, his phone chimes and he already saw the photo that you sent. “They were perfect, baby.” 

“I know right! Hey, I gotta go. I’ll be hanging out with the girls.” 

“Wait, Y/N!”

“Uhm?”

“Stay with me tonight.” He said as he bit his lower lips. “Let’s have dinner at home. I’ll be cooking your favorite pasta, baby.” He sounded like he was begging and he really is. 

He will lose it when you decline him. 

“Uhh, I’ll see.”

“Baby please. I missed you so much. I want you so bad.” He’s begging already. You may not say it directly to his face but he knows that you’re declining him. He has to beg because if he doesn't, he’ll lose it. 

There’s a long silence between the two of you. He was waiting for your response while you didn’t expect that he’s pleading to you. 

Actually, you don’t understand why you didn’t expect that because he’s begging you all the time. You knew that it’s a normal thing he does yet you were still confused. Maybe because he does really missed you or he wanna fuck. Either way, you have to be there for him, after all, that’s your job.

But you have to admit to yourself that you like it when Jungkook is acting like that. Whenever he begs, he acts possessive and obsessive towards you because you felt like you own him even though the situation of the both of you says otherwise. You needed him more than he needed you. You can have his wealth but not him because if the time comes that he gets bored of you, you’re now worthless. But that’s not yet happening so you should enjoy his company and his money. 

“Okay, Ggukie. I’ll be there.”

Jungkook is too much but he doesn’t know that and if he ever knew, he will not admit it to himself. He doesn’t know what boundary is as long as he has you. When the day you appeared to him, he knew that you were all he needed. 

You’re different from others. So different that he can’t have you like his past girlfriends. You know what you want and being in love isn’t part of it therefore, he offers you something that you would like and at the same time, he will benefit from it. 

But that’s not what he wanted from the start. He can give you anything you like, anything you need. Everything. He can give you the world that you wanted even though you didn’t ask for it. You don’t have to be his sugar baby because he can give you the world without asking in return. You just have to be present to him and that’s it. 

He loves you so much. 

That night, you come home to him. You may be late but it doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re now with him. That’s all he needs.

But he still can’t stop thinking about what Namjoon has said earlier. His words were coming back to his head and it’s killing him. 

He was bothered by the thought that Namjoon was right. He can’t admit it to himself because he was scared that it was the reality of you and him. 

You have nothing to hold onto because you weren’t committed to him. He will go insane the moment you decide to stop everything with what you have between the both of you. 

He was at the comfort of his bed while you were beside him. You’re already asleep but he’s wide awake as he stares at your stunning face. You were so beautiful that it scares him. What if other men can have you like this? Touch you like this? There are a lot of possibilities and it terrifies him because he doesn’t own you. You’re so young and beautiful. He wanted to own you so bad. 

He caressed your cheek as you were in your deep sleep. It was so soft and smooth. So Beautiful as ever. 

“I want you to be mine, baby. So bad.” He whispered.

He brushes his fingers down to your neck, to your shoulders until it reaches your palms. He slowly lifts your palms and kisses the back of it. 

“You will never leave me, right? You will stay by my side, right? You have no idea how I love you so much baby. I can die for you.” He slowly places the back of your hand to his cheeks and pecks it. He smiles because you didn’t even move an inch with his touch. You were obviously in your deep sleep. 

This is the only thing he needs. You, beside him in the comfort of the bed. 

He slowly placed a peck on your forehead before he lowered down his body and wrapped his arms to your waist and decided to close his eyes. 

He was suddenly awakened in his sleep and when he tries to feel your body, he can’t feel anything. 

His eyes grew wide as he suddenly felt a shortness in his breath when he didn’t see your body beside him. He’s trembling when he gets up. 

“Y/N!”

He was screaming your name in fear. He ran towards the comfort room to check and he got more panicked when he didn’t see you. 

‘She will leave you the moment she gets bored!’

Namjoon’s words repeated in his head. 

Baby, did you leave me now? Did you get tired of me already? You can’t leave me alone! 

He immediately got out of the bedroom and when he found you in front of him while holding a glass of water, he was immediately all over you. 

“Jungkook, what’s wrong? I got scared by your scream!” You said as you tried to calm him down. 

“You weren’t beside me, baby!” He said as he suddenly sobs. 

“Wait wait. What happened?” You were trying to let go to see his face but he squeezed himself even more to you. 

“I got scared when I didn’t see you beside me. I thought you left me in my sleep, baby.” He said as he buried his face into your neck. 

“Why would I leave you? I just got thirsty so I got up to get a glass of water.” You respond in your soft voice. This time, Jungkook loosened his hug and he allowed you to face him. 

You were weakened when you saw how fragile Jungkook looked. His eyes were watery while his face and lips were pale. He grabs your hand and places it on his cheeks. 

“Y/N, please don’t leave me. I’m scared to be left alone by you. I don’t know what to do if you decided to leave me, baby. I’ll go insane.” He said as he hugged you again.

—

One thing you love to do is to not give a fuck of what others will say. That’s the fact that you always mark it in your head. You always remember to enjoy your life to the fullest even if there are circumstances that hinder it. For you to be able to do all those things, you always need a lot of money so you have Jeon Jungkook. 

Having him is always the best because with him, you do and get all the things you want. Travel, shopping, name it. He can provide it to you in a snap of a finger. 

And now, you are with him in Italy as he does his business trip while you enjoy shopping. His money was limitless and you were always amazed by how he did it.

There are other things that you like about him other than his money. It’s given that he has the looks. He’s so damn handsome that sometimes, you cannot believe that you have him. He gives you everything you want and he treats you right. So right that sometimes, you tend to believe that you’re not just a regular sugar baby of his. He’s too good to be true. 

Of course there are things about him that are unusual for someone like him. You feel like he’s dependent on you, like he can’t function well if he doesn't see you for a day. He gets jealous easily and tends to be obsessive towards you. The fun part is, you seem to like it. 

You don’t really mind his actions towards you but this time, you notice that it’s too much.

“You went out wearing that?” His eyebrows were narrowed as he pointed out your outfit. You were back at the hotel you stayed in with him and you were surprised that he’s back as well. 

“Yeah. And?” You respond as you shrug while the paper bags are still in your hand. You walk towards the bed as you place the paper bags beside it and remove your heels. 

“Your breast is literally sticking out! And you show too much skin!” You rolled your eyes at his explanation as you sat down on the side of the bed. 

“Jungkook, this is what I wear on a daily basis and you just noticed it now? What the hell?” 

“Yes but you are alone without any bodyguards. What if there are men out there who disrespect you?! Harassed you?! Baby, we’re in another country and you’re alone.” He walked back and forth as he pushed back his hair aggressively.

“What do you think of me? Weak? You know damn well that I can fight back!” You answered back. 

One of the things that you hate the most is when people think that you can’t handle yourself. You may be young but you are smart and strong enough to handle things. Yes, you are young but you are independent and you know how to control a situation that you’re in. 

“I know! But you are alone! There are things that can happen. Just please don’t wear clothes like that.” He rubs his temple as he looks at you with his pleading eyes. 

You raise your left eyebrow as you glare at him. His words get on your nerves. You walk towards him while you keep your eye contact with him and when you’re now in front of him, you speak. 

“I will wear what I want and I won’t adjust for others.” You said emphasizing every word.

“I know that you’re strong and you can fight back but that’s not always the situation, Y/N. I don’t want to risk it.” He slowly gets your hand for him to hold. 

“Don’t worry, Gguk. I can handle myself.” You pull your hands in his hold and you turn your back but before you can even walk out, he caresses both of your shoulders and rests his head on your neck.

“Please tell me that you won’t wear that kind of clothes again when you’re not with me.” He begs in his gentle and low voice. 

“I can handle myself even without you. You don’t have to worry.” You remove his hands on your shoulder and walk away but before you can even take a step, he suddenly hugs you from your back.

“N-no no. Just please tell me, baby please. I don’t want others to look at the way I look at you.” He hugs you tightly and you can feel his lips from your neck. 

He sounds like a child that’s begging. Your heartbeat increased rapidly. 

“I can’t stand the thought that other men can see the things I see in you, babe. I just can’t.”

You slowly understand where he’s coming from. He’s possessing you again. He wasn’t like this before. He let you wear whatever you want and now, you don’t understand what got into him and you’re not liking it. 

“Just imagining it makes me want to kill them.” He adds as he slowly brushes his lips on your nape.

—

It’s almost a year since your situation with Jungkook happened and everything is fine. You wanted to believe that everything is fine but it’s far from that. You were trying to ignore the red flags that he’s showing you but it’s getting too much already. He’s too much.

You’re with him in his penthouse while drinking a glass of champagne. You weren’t fond of wine but you learned how to appreciate them when you met him. Moscato is your favorite out of all the wines you’ve tasted. With its unique bouquet of floral sweet aroma, you would love to consume multiple glasses of it. 

You’re swirling your wine glass as you observe the bubbles inside while Jungkook is in front of you. You’re resting your back at the gigantic window of his penthouse while he stands meters away from you. 

“I’ve thought about this a lot of times, Y/N. Why don’t you live with me?” You didn’t expect what he just said and you were waiting for him to say that it’s a joke but he was dead serious while he looked at you. 

“What? Why?” You asked and you prevent yourself from raising your left eyebrow. 

He walked towards you and held your left hand before he spoke.

“There are a lot of reasons but the top of them all is your life would be better if you lived with me.” He looked at you like your answer will change his life. You are hesitating to respond and you keep on staring at both of his eyes. You’re anxious about his reaction with whatever you’re going to answer but you don’t want to get his hopes up. And with that, you take a deep breath before you answer.

“I don’t need to live with you to have a better life. I’m fine with living on my own, Jungkook.” You answer in a low and soft voice afraid to offend him.

But he’s getting persistent. He squeezed your hand before he kissed it.

“Baby, you don’t have to pay your rent if you live with me and it’s better that you have someone with you.” He spoke, still convincing you.

“My mom’s paying my rent and bills, Gguk and my university is near my apartment. It’s–

“I’ll drive and fetch you. It’s just 20 minutes away from here. It won’t take much time.” He cut you off. He’s getting desperate and it shows in his big and doe eyes. 

You don’t understand why he suddenly wants you to live with him. You’re not in a relationship with him to begin with. His actions and decisions are getting out of hand and he’s starting to scare you. Both of you discussed the boundary between the two of you before you even agreed with this but now, he seems to forget everything about it. 

You know what you want and you don’t want to have a serious relationship with anyone even with him and most especially, you don’t want to live with him. 

That’s totally fucked up. 

You remove your hand to his hold and you step away to take a deep breath. “Jungkook, that’s unnecessary. I’m fine and I can handle myself.” You responded before you looked at him and sipped your wine. 

“Babe, I’m thinking about your safety–

You cut him off. 

“Jungkook, I’ve said I’m fine.” You can’t help but to have a strong tone of voice. He’s getting persistent and you’re not liking it. 

He was taken aback with your response. He didn’t move an inch and after his long silence, he finally spoke. 

“Don’t you want to live here?” He asked like he’s guilt-tripping you.

The thing about you is, you can easily distinguish the people who're trying to manipulate you and you don’t like that. 

You slowly walked towards him without breaking an eye-contact and when you’re now in front of him, you take a sip of your wine before you speak.

“I don’t. I can live on my own, Jungkook.” You said emphasizing every word. 

Jungkook is slowly losing his mind and his own thoughts are consuming him alive. 

Anxiety of fear is filling him because he knows for sure that you’re slowly slipping away from his hands. With the way you think and the actions you’ve made, he knows that there is something wrong with you. He’s getting scared by the thought that maybe one day, he’ll wake up and you’re already gone. 

He knows that he doesn’t have the right to keep you and that scares him the most because you can leave him without a notice. 

He doesn’t know what to do anymore and the only thing he knows is that he wants to keep you for him even though he knows that you will hate him for that. 

But that’s okay as long as you’re with him. He can endure anything for you.

Just when he thinks that everything is already messed up, you’ve told him something that he never expected. 

You’re leaving.

“I got accepted to the internship I applied to in Switzerland!” You said with enthusiasm as you jumped in your excitement. You’re giggling and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. 

You were so occupied in your celebration that you didn’t notice Jungkook sitting in his swivel chair of his office looking like the world fell into him. He can’t speak and he can’t even think of saying something. 

“I can’t imagine that I’ll be working in the most luxurious hotel for 5 months! I can't wait!” You add and you sit on the couch as you take a deep breath. You look at him and you tilt your head when he doesn’t say anything. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” You asked. 

“I didn’t know that you continued to submit an application?” Jungkook responded with an answer.

You narrowed your eyebrow in confusion. “Huh? I did. You even motivate me to apply. Duh.”

It was true, though. During the time that you’re planning to apply for an internship months ago, he was the one that pushed you to go. 

“You’re… Going?” He bites the inside of his lower lips.

“Of course! Why would I not go? That’s literally a good opportunity.” 

You’ve been dreaming of having your internship in another country as it will be a great record for you once you’ve graduated college. You’ve been establishing your future ever-since because you wanted to have a bright future ahead of you. 

All your life, you’ve been living in a life where you don’t have the means to enjoy it because you weren’t born in a wealthy family. You may enjoy your life right now because you have him but you wanted to taste a success that you’re the one who made. 

You have your dreams and you will do anything in order to achieve it. 

“You’re… You’re away for 5 months?” Jungkook slowly stands up from his seat as he walks towards where you are.

“Yeah, Gguk.” You answered and you rested your elbow on the top of the backrest of the couch as you looked at him.

“But isn’t it too long for you to be away?” He sat beside you.

“That’s just 5 months. It’s not that long, honestly.”

“Why don’t you have your internship here, baby? There are also five-star hotels here?”

Here he goes again. He’s opposing what you want again and you’re already getting tired of it.

“I know but that’s literally Switzerland, Jungkook. That’s a big opportunity.” You stand up and cross your arms as you look at him.

“Won't you have a hard time there? You’re far away and you have to live for yourself.” 

He doesn’t want you to leave the country, to leave him. Even if it only takes months. He doesn’t want you to be away even for a week. He doesn’t want it. 

“I’ve been living on my own for years already, Jungkook. Being away and having an internship in Switzerland is just a piece of cake for me.” You answered. 

“Y/N, that’s not a piece of cake. That's a thousand miles away and Switzerland is different from here.” You rolled your eyes. He’s starting to annoy you once again.

“Jungkook, I’m literally 22 years old. I can handle myself like I always did.” You said, stating  a fact. You then walk towards him and sit next to him before you lightly brush your fingers to his side hair.

“You sound like you don’t want me to go because you’re gonna miss me.” You said as you smirk.

“Baby, that’s not just it—

You cut him off, once again. “I get it. You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.” You place your arm on the top of his shoulder and face him as you slowly play with his right ear.  

“You can pay me a visit if you want. You got the money and resources, daddy.” Your smirk didn't disappear as you kept brushing his hair.

“Y/N, I’m serious. Switzerland is far away. I can offer you more than that. I can speak with luxurious hotel owners here in Seoul and give you an offer. I can even give you a bigger opportunity—

“Jungkook, stop.” You cut him off with your stone voice and after a few seconds of silence, you distance yourself from him before you stand up.

“Nothing is bigger than an offer in Switzerland. I know that you can provide me with everything but I don’t want you to interfere with my future.” You spoke in a somber tone. 

“I know that you’re concerned but you have nothing to do with this. If you ever interfere with my plans, then I’ll be forced to stop whatever we have.” You added before you walked towards the door and opened it. You turned your head to give him a last glance.

“I’ll go now.” And with that, you step out of his office and you leave him dumbfounded.

His chest tightens and he tries to breath heavily but he still feels suffocated. His mouth runs dry and he starts to sweat buckets. He wanted you back but he can’t move his body to run after you. 

You’re going to leave him and you’re already sure of that. He doesn’t know what to do anymore because you’re already unstoppable. 

He doesn’t understand you because he’s willing to give you everything he has just for you to stay but you can’t do it for him. You are leaving him and you plan it like it’s the most natural thing to do. 

You can’t leave him. Not in this state. He’s already so sure of you and he’s determined to ask you one day to be his but he hasn't done it yet and you are already planning to leave him. From the day he first saw you, he knew that you’re something else and he’s determined to find out everything about you. His time is important to him but he can waste it for you. He can drop everything just for you. 

He already established everything for you and he opted to continue it that way. He can provide you with anything and you can get and do everything you want except for leaving him. He loves you so much that he can’t allow you to slip away. 

Everything that you want, you get and Jungkook is making sure of that but this time, he can’t grant it for you because he can’t fucking take it if you are going to leave him. 

He knew how important your future is to you. You always tell him about your plans and before the thing with the both of you happened, you’ve already made it clear to him that everything that you’re doing is for your future. Maybe one reason why he’s so crazy over you is because you know what you want and you know how to reach them. You’re so certain with your plans and you will do everything for it. 

The thing that you don’t know is that you can establish your plans in a snap of a finger. You can reach your dreams without doing anything as long as you’re with him. He can do everything for you and just like what he said, anything for you. 

You don’t have to go to another country and exhaust yourself for the dreams that you want to reach. He can provide it to you just like how he provides you the basic things you need. You don’t have to suffer because you have him. 

And do you think that he will let you suffer in another country? Do you think that he wants to see you being consumed? You’re too precious that he can’t allow you to do all those things. He treats you like a princess and he won’t allow you to just be a servant in another country. He knows your worth but he doesn’t know why you don’t. 

You are again in his office. Beautiful as ever. Stunning as always. But the difference is, you don’t wear your smile that captivates him the most. The smile that will spin his head round and round. Instead, you were stiff and your eyes looked like it was aiming for its target. You look so serious. Almost mad. You weren’t like that. 

But he didn’t overthink it. 

“The company where I applied for my internship pulled me out.” You’re standing in front of him as you said in your stern voice. “They said, my profile was mixed up with the profile of the people who’s qualified.” You added.

“So you’re saying that you’re not qualified?” Jungkook asked you while he’s still seated in his swivel chair.

“I don’t know. They just called me this morning.” You said as your voice is getting suspicious.

“I’m sorry to hear that—

“But they said something. They offered me an internship but it was only in the Four Season Hotel.” 

“Then it’s a good opportunity as well, babe. That’s one of the top luxurious hotels in Seoul. Don’t you know?” Jungkook is starting to understand why you came. He stood up and took a step in front of you. 

“But the thing is, how come that my profile will be mixed with the others if I am not qualified? And it was sudden now that my flight is next week. That’s so impossible.” You said as you were trying to prove a point. 

Jungkook brushes his thumb on your cheek and if it was the most normal day for you, you would like his touch. However, it wasn’t. 

“Baby, that’s possible especially since there are a lot of applicants. You're not just the only one who applied.” He sounds so gentle but you caught the sarcasm in it. 

You step away from him and you cross your arms. 

“That’s so fucked up, Gguk. I already have my tickets and everything is already planned. The only thing that I have to do is wait until next week comes so I can go.” Your tone is rising and you’re starting to get annoyed.

“Everything is so skeptical, like something is wrong. It was obvious.” You said incredulously and you continued to look him in the eyes. 

“So you know  what I did? I did my research, Jungkook. Everything that I have to know. And you know  what I found? JCC is one of the investors in Bürgenstock Hotel, Gguk. The hotel where I am going to work.” You walk slowly towards him as you still keep your composure. 

“What’s your point?” He asked as he leaned his buttocks on the front of his office table and crossed his arms.

“Do you have something to do with it?” You asked straight to his face. 

When Jungkook used his power to pull you out in that internship, he already knew that you’re going to confront him with it but he didn’t know that you'd blatantly ask about it. 

“What do you mean?” He asks, pretending to be clueless about it. 

You curled your lips before you spoke. “I am going to ask you again, do you have something to do as the reason why Bürgenstock pulled me out?” You asked as you emphasized every word. 

“Babe, why would I do that? I’m not going to do that to you!” He was about to caress your cheek but you moved your face away.

“Jungkook, tell me the truth.” You haven’t raised your voice but it’s evident that you’re starting to get furious.

“Baby? Why are you blaming me?” You scoff at how he plays the victim card.

“Because that’s how I see it! You’re basically an investor in Bürgenstock and you are capable of doing that knowing that it’s obvious that you don't want me to go!” you Indignantly said, unable to control your emotion. 

“That’s ridiculous, Y/N! I am not going to ruin your plans—

“Then why did they pull me out? Huh?!”

He can’t tell you the truth because you will despise him. He knows how important your internship is to you but he can still provide it to you. He can give you a better life and opportunity and the only thing you will do is to stay with him.

“Maybe because you’re not competent enough, Y/N.”

He was stupid for not preparing an excuse for you. He was so occupied with planning how you’re going to not leave him that he forgot to even think on what to say when you confronted him. He thought that you won’t give it a big deal but when you suddenly got stunned to speak, he instantly regretted what he just said.

“Y/N, what I meant is—

“The last person who I expect that to say is you.” You said resentfully as you cut him off. You turned your back at him and started to walk away.

“Baby, wait! That’s not what I meant! Where are you going?” Jungkook rushed to get your hand but before he could even hold your wrist, you pulled it out.

“I’m done with you.” You glared at him before you walked away once again but he pulled you in your wrist.

“Y/N, I swear, I didn’t do anything! Believe me! I won’t do anything to hurt you, babe. I swear.” Jungkook raised your wrist as he kissed the back of your hand trying to convince you.

But you’re incredulous. You’re in this game for years already and you know to yourself that everything happens for a reason. You’re sure of it. 

“You blatantly lied straight to my fucking face, Jungkook! You know how I value my passion and you fucking ruined it!” You said as anger flooded his veins.

“Please believe me because I didn’t do it! Where are you going?! Y/N, please!”

Everything is happening all at once and Jungkook is starting to get anxious about what's happening. He panics even more when he sees that you’re about to leave. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect the reaction that you made and most importantly, he didn’t expect that it’s easy for you to just leave him just like that by just saying that you’re done.

You faced him once again. “You know what I hate the most? Liars. I hate liars, Jeon Jungkook. So much.” You said emphasizing every word with disgust.

His lips twitched as his jaw trembled in fear. It was like an ice cold water splash onto him.

“Y/N baby, Don’t leave! Let me explain!” He pulled your palms once again and you gave him a look. Like you just caught him.

“So you did it, didn’t you?”

“I’m just thinking about your safety! I fucking swear! I did it to protect you!” He speaks so fast without even thinking—afraid of you leaving him.

“So you really did it.” You stated and that’s how he realized that he just spit to you the truth of his wrongdoings. 

“Y/N, let me—

And before he can even finish his sentence, your palms meet his face. You slapped him so hard and he didn’t immediately recover.

“Who are you to do that?! Huh?! Who the fuck are you?!” You breathe heavily as you tremble with rage. 

“Y/N, let me speak.” He responded in a low voice but he received another slap from you.

“Who are you to sabotage my plans?! You don’t have the right, Jungkook! You don’t!” You screamed in anger. Your hands are shaking and you didn’t notice that a tear escaped your eyes already. It was messed up. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm—

“Oh shut the fuck up, Jeon Jungkook! What?! You only did it to protect me? Did I even ask you to do that in the first place, huh?! I don’t fucking need your protection! Fuck you!” 

The only reason why you chose to live is because of money and your dreams. You may be a mess as an individual but you have a dream just like an ordinary person. It was the only thing that you hold onto and yet, he ruined it. The least person you expect it to do is him and you can’t even put into words how disappointed you are. It was beyond fucked up.

“You know how I value my dreams, Jungkook. It was the only thing that I held into.”

You tighten your throat as you take a short breath. A great sob escaped you as you covered your face with shaking hands. A pang of guilt immediately rushed to him. He never saw you cry in eleven months that he met you. You’re always confident and strong like no one can ever hurt you. But unfortunately, he was the one who put tears in your eyes. 

He slowly walked towards you and was about to hug you but you immediately pushed him back. His heart crumbled when you pushed him but he was the one to blame. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me!”

“Y/N, Four Seasons hotel isn’t bad. It’s a better option—

“Better? Are you seriously fucking kidding me?! Not because you used your fucking power to sabotage me by letting me in that god forsaken hotel doesn’t mean it’s a fucking better option! And even if you offer me the best opportunity, I will not give you the right to do so because who are you?!” You said as you harshly pointed out an index finger to his face.

“And not because you’re qualified for your Switzerland internship doesn’t mean your life will go any better! Y/N, I am giving you a life where you don’t have to experience hardship!” He argues without knowing that he is just fueling the fire.

“I don’t fucking need your help! Stop making the things you did to me as an excuse to ruin me! And also, not because you’re giving me everything doesn’t mean you have the right to control my life! You don’t have the audacity!”

“And what? You will suffer there and expect that after you suffer, you will eventually succeed?! Y/N, I am making your life easier! Why don’t you understand that?!”

His words made you stunned to speak. You didn’t know what to say nor to act because you’re speechless. He was beyond fucked up and you never imagine that he is like this. You never imagine that he can be this messed up. You just couldn’t believe it. 

You threw him with a disgusting stare before you spoke. “You’re unbelievable. You did great on disappointing me, Jungkook. I don’t even know you anymore.” You said and disappointment is evident in you. “Or do I even know you?” You added.

“Y/N.” 

“You don’t have the right to look down on me just because you have everything. And do you know what’s wrong with you? You’ve been fed with a silver spoon all your life that you don’t even know what the reality of life is.” You said aggrievedly and you gave him a hostile glare. 

“I don’t fucking want to see you again.” You finally said before you turned around to leave the room but before you even got to hold the doorknob, he caught your hand. 

“You’re not going to leave.” he demanded in his baritone voice.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what to do so put your hands off me.” You glared before you pulled your hand in him but you were surprised when he suddenly hugged you so tight that you could hear his heartbeat.

His heart thundered in his chest as he started to shake. He was suddenly panicking and he himself couldn’t even control his emotions.

His nightmare came to get him and he is scared. 

He’s losing you already. 

“Y/N, no no no. Please, you can’t leave me, baby.” A tear suddenly raced down to his cheeks and he’s already losing his mind. He pulled you for an embrace but you immediately pushed him away.

“Fuck off!” Is the last thing before you leave the room.

He was blinded by love for you that it was already consuming the both of you. He loves you so much that he can’t allow himself to let you leave him even for your own dreams. You’re like the air that he breathes and without you, he will die. 

He was blinded by love for you that he didn’t notice that he was also the one who made you leave him. 

You made him like this. Your love for him made him the person he is and you can’t blame him for loving you too much that it already suffocates you. 

You can’t blame him.

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (15)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: (fluff, angst, and smut) abo/werewolf,  fantasy

Rating: 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 7k

Summary: The Duels of the Chosen come to an abrupt end, and the right to lay claim to you can only be won by one. 

Warnings: CHARACTER INJURY, LOTS OF BLOOD MENTIONS, GORE, MENTIONS OF BROKEN BONES, MENTIONS OF LOSS OF BODY PARTS (this is the fight you all were waiting for and it won’t be clean), dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung, alpha!Jimin, sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, teasing, dirty talk, marking, manhandling

A/N: This chapter is brought to you by Seven, Jungkook’s new single that was released a few days ago. Jungkook is entirely responsible for my lust-crazed writing of this chapter. I ask that if you enjoyed it, you please let me know in the comments. The chapter that I wrote and posted last month didn’t do as well as I’d hoped, so please show this one some love. The next update will be out faster the more attention the story gets. Without further ado, please enjoy. 

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The shadow that tails the russet-furred wolf darkens as it descends over Jungkook, who turns quickly to face the new threat seconds before contact.

Reflexively, Jungkook’s own claws lengthen and grow out even more from between his very human fingers, his canines sharpening as they too extend so that they push out from under his lips.

Two glinting rows of teeth are coming for him, but he doesn’t think twice before he ducks under the now airborne wolf. Yoongi’s teeth just barely graze the tip of a hair on your alpha’s head before he lands.

“I should have fucking known you were going to do something like this, you bastard,” Jungkook quips as the hairs on his arms darken and spread like arteries across his flesh while he begins to shift.  “You never did play fair.”

When Yoongi tries to pounce once more, Jungkook rolls forward and pivots on his heel, the claws that have enlarged and lengthened between his toes catching at the small pebbles nestled between the soil as a cloud of dirt lifts and circles his form.  

Jungkook doesn’t flinch even as the mottled mire sullies his sight, but Yoongi is relentless.

 The large russet-furred wolf dips his claws into the dirt, and without pause, shirks it up toward Jungkook’s eyes.

Still crouched with one leg bent under him, it’s all Jungkook can do to shield his eyes from the landslide of black dirt coming for him, one of his arms shielding his eyes from the onslaught of dirt that is barraged his way.

Yoongi starts toward him, but the sound of dark laughter penetrates the air through the black particles that fill it, and even Yoongi pauses. Taehyung stills.

“You think you can beat me? With a little fucking dirt? If this is all you have, Yoongi, this match will be over before it even started, you mangy mutt.”

His words set fire to the opposing wolf’s paws, and again, he sets upon Jungkook with a loud, angry snarl.

Jungkook grabs for a jagged, uneven stone the size of his palm whilst the specks of earth still give him cover and taunts, “Come and get me, you fucker.”

Yoongi dashes fast toward him and instead of running, Jungkook steadies himself. He plants his feet in place where he’s crouched, and when Yoongi’s maw lowers and his teeth point toward  Jungkook’s jugular, Jungkook waits, his chest rising and falling in even bouts as concentration lines his face.

He’s patient and lets Yoongi come for him. When the russet-furred wolf is but a foot away, that’s when Jungkook strikes. The stone he’d picked up is driven up and into the bottom of Yoongi’s jaw, the jagged edge piercing bone and tongue before lodging into the underside of his chin and then Yoongi barks in pain. He recoils and lobs his head to this side and that in an attempt to dislodge the rock, but his attempts are fruitless and he stumbles around with no particular direction in mind.

“All that, and I didn’t even need to fucking shift,” Jungkook tsks, “You were just as jejune to battle as Taehyung was.”

Jungkook turns his back to the other wolf who growls furiously at him and again his irises hunt for yours until he’s captured you in his sight.

You want to go to him. Need deluges you in its drift and you whine pathetically for him. He must hear it, because he drags a bloody hand through his hair so that he can display the blood marks you had left there, his muscles flexing as he does and his eyes? They not only reflect your desire, but refract it two-fold when they streak against yours.

Your sex clenches around nothing for the umpteenth time.

You look like you’re ready for me to take you away from here, my love. I may be going through these mutts fast, but I plan on taking my time with you. This is but the first round of it. They call it foreplay, pretty girl. Have you heard of it?

As his voice permeates your mind, you make a sound of pure, utter desperation that the silver around your head, wrists and legs tries to drown, but not even it can quiet you.

Your alpha smirks knowingly, not caring about the shaking, trembling mass of limbs that inches toward him. There’s a pained grunt when that mass of flesh slumps over Jungkook’s feet and when he looks down at Taehyung, who has his tongue bitten between his teeth, he simply arches a brow. “I’m surprised you can even move with so many bones being broken. Your determination really is something to be praised even if your fucking motives are wrong.”

“Wrong as they may be, you made an error yourself, Pack Alpha,” Taehyung drawls, “You may have made me promise my fealty to you, but you never said when. You’re so distracted by a little bit of pussy that you can’t even see straight anymore. And that, Jeon, will be the reason you fucking lose.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he easily punts Taehyung onto his back and off of him, but not before the sound of paws thudding against the earth behind him cease. Yoongi vaults over him, the crimson moonlight of the blood moon shirking away from him under Yoongi’s shadow.

Yoongi lands, but both of his hind legs kick upward, the sharp, curved claws of both slicing through Jungkook’s exposed flesh to leave four furious red lines curving diagonally down one side of his chest and another four curling obliquely on the other.

Your throat hurts, but you don’t realize why until your ears start to ring from your own screams.

Jungkook staggers back with the force of the blow, and Yoongi doesn’t let him recover before he has turned and bunted Jungkook with his head so that he’s knocked to his knees.

There’s no time for him to do anything more than that.  

Blood spumes and spews forth in a cloudburst of red around the males, and the Pack Alpha’s expression screws up in suffering under the horrible cracking made by the bones of his upper arm that are trapped in the maw of the four legged russet-furred wolf who stands in front of him.

“How does it feel to lose now, Pack Alpha?” Taehyung’s crumpled form on the dirt spasms as he hacks up crimson and snickers cruelly, “Yoongi’s going to bite off your cock, so what will you do then, huh? Is your little rut-mate going to fuck your face the rest of your life? I bet she’ll get tired of your tongue eventually. If Yoongi doesn’t rip that out, too, that is.”

The sharp, pointed teeth that have implanted themselves into Jungkook’s bicep dig further into his flesh and the Pack Alpha groans before he swings with his good arm, his fingers clenching into a fist moments before his hand strikes Yoongi right in the eye.

The russet-furred wolf only lodges his teeth deeper into Jungkook’s flesh as he recoils, and you watch in horror as your alpha’s skin along his upper arm begins to tear and rip from under Yoongi’s unrelenting denticulation.  

“I haven’t lost anything, you bitch. The way I see it, this will go one way, and that will end with you both on the fucking ground and me standing over each of you watching,” Jungkook’s voice lowers dangerously, “and relishing in the blood that will leave your pathetic bodies. You can threaten me all you will, but your threats are empty. He bites into his cheek to stave off the pain, “Do not think you can degrade my mate, either. You just earned yourself more fucking pain when I get free from him.” Yoongi growls, and so does Taehyung as he declares through bloodied lips, “My mate will have any part of me she wants when the time comes. It will be her decision when that is. I won’t let either of you take that from her or from me. Not when I’ve waited for her for so long.” Jungkook barks fiercely, “She means more to me than anything you could ever know, not that either of you would understand with how small your fucking brains are. She is the love my life." He scrunches his face in suffering when Yoongi's teeth break more blood vessels. "When she is ready, she will be the mother of my children. I can’t wait for you both to fucking see her when she’s round with my pups. Forever and eternally mine.”

“Bold of you to assume all that seeing as you’re two seconds from having your fucking arm torn off. That arm of yours looks like shit, Pack Alpha.” Taehyung bitterly croaks.

“He could rip my fucking arm off and I still could tear you to pieces, you fucking runt.” Jungkook threatens, his eyes flashing menacingly. “I don’t need two arms to fuck you up.”

Taehyung cowers, his mouth shutting at that.

Jungkook’s eyes fasten themselves to yours and they are quickly cuffed by contrition, his jaw setting and strong masseter muscles flexing to push the sound of pain any wolf would make down as he draws his arm back once again to smite Yoongi in the same place he’d just struck.

Your panic must be souring the air because words knot together in your mind that your mate puts there when he tugs on the bond stringing you to him.

I’m sorry you had to see this, my love. I got distracted. I won’t let it happen again.

In the back of your mind, you know he doesn’t regret anything. Only that you had to witness this.

Never before had anyone managed to put Jungkook on his knees in combat. Not until now.

Yoongi digs his paws into the earth as he swings his massive head back and forth, the action ripping and tearing Jungkook’s flesh like parchment as he continues his assault on Yoongi’s right eye. Crimson pools from Jungkook’s lacerations and, like a waterfall, cascades from the wounds without stoppage.

The world starts to blur, and you only realize you’re crying when a tear falls down your cheek.

In front of you, Jungkook’s chest rumbles and a vibrating sound falls from his lips. Deep, low and dangerous.

He can’t bear the sight of you weeping because of his mistake. It’s more than he can take.

So, he wrests his attention away from you, as difficult as that is, and focuses it on the wolf in front of him.

Any benevolence that had been there is burned away until only malevolence has taken to the hearth of his heart, the whites of his eyes tinging to a violent red as he scathingly narrows his vision on Yoongi with them.

Red begins to taint the world in its color for Jungkook, the anger pounding through his very veins that it was he who had made his omega cry.

“You’re going to regret ever existing by the time I am through with you, you son of a bitch.”

His words are cold as ice, but the heat of a thousand fires roars through his eyes as he stands from his knees, a distorted expression making his lips turn down as Yoongi attempts to jerk and whip his head to one side in attempt to dislodge Jungkook’s arm from its socket.

Pain is melded with fury, and your alpha doesn’t hesitate before he straightens the fingers of his good, free hand, and then impels all five claws between them in the one place that no healer would ever be able to mend.

“Take this, you jackass,” Jungkook snaps.

All five claws plunge into the russet-furred wolf’s right eye and Yoongi bellows loudly in anguish, his maw opening as he falls on his haunches while Jungkook turns and twists his claws harshly through the layers of tissue in Yoongi’s skull, and then the russet-furred wolf is descending to the ground. In the skirmish, he releases Jungkook and Jungkook tumbles to the ground with him.

Crimson rains through the air, and bone now ganders from the open slits and splits in Jungkook’s left upper arm that has rivulets of red that coat and mat the fur that now covers it.

 “What the fuck are you doing?” Taehyung, who lies feet away from the Pack Alpha, blanches out blood.

“What I should have done long, long ago,” Jungkook grates out, “Yoongi has never been able to see what a real alpha looks like with his own eyes. With the one that will remain, he will never again look upon me without remembering who took that flawed sight from him. And when others see him, they will never unsee the weakness of one who will never be stronger than me.” Jungkook’s injured arm hangs loosely by his side when he glances from it to the other wolf, fury ringing his irises as he furls his fingers in the pliable, weak tissue that his curved claws cut through as easily as a piece of a meat while Yoongi roars in pain, “who will never be wiser than me,” Jungkook’s unguis sever the last layer of nerves nestled deep in the other wolf’s eye socket when he drives a knee down on the wolf’s ribcage like a hammer, the sound of bones breaking underneath him, “and who will never be better than me.” Jungkook takes his other foot and buries it into the earth to steady himself when Yoongi thrashes violently against him.  

Jungkook doesn’t even bat an eye at the wounds that have his lifeblood trickling down over his body. He just huffs in irritation.

You don’t know why, but the sight has heat stirring in your core.

Jungkook pushes down against Yoongi’s broken ribs with a snarl, the other wolf’s breath knocked from him when Jungkook shoves him onto his side using his knee. He unforgivingly thrusts the foot it is connected to into the downed wolf’s stomach, his claws piercing the flesh of Yoongi’s stomach as he does.

Yoongi tries to rise, but Jungkook is stronger, even as wounded as he is.

“You really think that these wounds are enough to stop me? I’ve had much worse in my trainings with my father,” Jungkook mocks brutally. “You really are a fucking dumbass to think you could possibly take me in a fight. You’ve never won against me, and you never will.”

Jungkook savagely plucks Yoongi’s eye from its socket and without giving it even a glare, tosses it behind him where it rolls to a rest next to Taehyung, who screws his eyelids shut in perturbation.

“You are a fool, Yoongi,” Jungkook depravedly arcs his good arm down over Yoongi’s exposed side that isn’t pressed against the earth, and his fur and flesh are clawed off of him as Jungkook goes on, “and fools are meant to follow. I will strike you down as many times I need to do until you fucking see that.” The Pack Alpha draws his uninjured arm in the air once more, his blood-soaked claws curving wickedly when he lashes Yoongi with it over and over again across every inch of him that he can reach from his neck to his hind paws.

Somewhere between the seventy-seventh lashing, Yoongi stills, his flailing arms and legs going limp underneath Jungkook’s brutal ministrations.

“Submit to me or I’ll destroy what little part of you will be recognizable to you after this. Don’t, and I’ll make sure to disfigure your face so every morning when you wake and look at your reflection, you shall know only disgust and revulsion,” Jungkook bristles when Yoongi’s lips curl up to display his teeth, “and you shall be plagued when the sun falls and you go to sleep at night and think of all the women and men who will shriek and scream as they stare upon you say ‘dear gods, what is that ugly thing?’”

Yoongi is still as the stone that is still embedded in the underside of his jaw, the blood that has coated it glinting forebodingly in the moonlight.

Taehyung, who lies on his back a little ways away from the pair of wolves chokes up, “He said before the battle that he’d rather fucking have his jaw ripped off than do that.”

“Oh, we can’t have that…that’s too simple.” Jungkook shakes his head, his vision redder than the blood that pools from his wounds as he lifts his good arm and puts it under his chin to consider, “You both have been very, very bad. I think it would be fitting to make certain you are always reminded of what happens when you don’t fucking listen to me,” Jungkook bends over Yoongi and his claws wedge themselves into the flesh covering his ribcage, his nails sharpening so that his fingers can follow his claws as Yoongi’s back bows inward while he goes on, “so that you can never run from your failures and errs that I tried to warn you never to make,” Jungkook’s fingers find one of Yoongi’s ribs and he pulls it hard so that it breaks in half, the air pushed from Yoongi’s lungs as Jungkook’s own bones shift and shape, the hairs along his arms and head spreading like veins over his entire body, “and so that when you look or think to take my mate, my rank, or my life from me ever again, you will remember that this is what is waiting for you should you be stupid enough to try it.”

The last word moves from him as the last of his bones do, and now, he’s black as the night sky in the fur that has covered his body. Strong, muscled legs and arms hold him up and his teeth are longer and bigger than ever before, his claws also enlarged and especially lethal in their new curvature.

The same soft, downy furs that tuft along the crest of his sternum are there where there is a patch of hair that is arranged in a spherical shape resembling the moon in the whitened color of it that mirrors the youthful beams of midnight moonlight. Blood now cakes that little tuft of fur, and it is red with the blood that coats it. More of it drips from his stomach, and his maimed, damaged arm is kept up and away from Yoongi’s open maw.

The first time you’d seen your alpha fully shift, you’d marveled at his beauty. It is no different this time. He is the prettiest creature you’ve ever seen. You’re sure that the gods took their time with him, with both forms of him. He’s stands tall on three of his paws, and he’s fucking massive. He’s three times the size of Yoongi and two times the size of Taehyung, who you’d seen in the forest many months ago.

Perhaps the gods really had their favor in those they crafted.

He’s like an envoy of the gods, really, with the way that he has his weight in his hind legs with his front leg held down over Yoongi, his claws still entrenched into his abdomen like the defeated wolf is part of Jungkook’s own conquest.

Like this, words can no longer leave his lips. But like this, he bares his serrated, edged canines and a rumbling sound is pushed from his throat as he lowers his head toward the downed wolf’s neck.

Yoongi remains quiet, yet defiant in that silence. Taehyung glowers at the sight of Jungkook knowing his doom is imminent.

For Jungkook to shift was for him to be serious about doling out his vengeance or commands. In his imposing size, there was little any wolf could do to resist him.

You’re so caught in it that you don’t even see the alpha who’d been standing watch over you the whole time steps back into the crowd of wolves around you, his feet stopping him when he stands atop the knoll where the three elders presiding over the battle had remained the entire time.

“The Pack Alpha thought this would happen, so he has given me a message for both combatants. May I relay it now, Jungkook?” The tall male that you know to be Namjoon, Jungkook’s second-in-command, asks.

Jungkook doesn’t look away from either of the defeated wolves around him, but he does incline his head in answer.

Namjoon speaks again, “The Pack Alpha’s message is this: Surrender or be dismembered. Bone by bone. He will make it slow, and he will make it painful. And he’ll make sure that neither of you are allowed to die,” Namjoon pauses, his eyes scanning the two fallen wolves for signs of submission before continuing, “You’ll just be left to suffer again and again without pause until you cede to him. He is through with you both, and now you will pay the price for your insubordination.”

“I already su-“ Taehyung’s raspy response isn’t even completed before Jungkook gnarrs threateningly.

Taehyung splutters through blood, “What do you fucking want from me, Jeon?”

Jungkook’s eyes are splintering when he looks from Yoongi to Taehyung and then back to Yoongi. He seems to decide something when his irises linger a little too long on the stone still embedded in Yoongi’s chin that he’d put there earlier.

Without a word, Jungkook withdraws his claws from Yoongi’s abdomen, and the defeated wolf struggles for air through a heaving chest. When Jungkook’s paw hits the ground, his eyes narrow at Yoongi, a silent command being issued from the Pack Alpha to Yoongi.

Yoongi seems to understand, but remains motionless, his only remaining pupil becoming smaller whilst Jungkook’s become larger before blackening in the Alpha’s Bidding he uses on Yoongi.

Blood gushes from the new, dark holes in Yoongi’s side as he struggles to rise, his arms giving out because Jungkook had cut into them so deeply that even the muscle there had been sheared into shreds. Little fur remained on him, and he looked almost as if he’d been skinned with the lack of it.

His front and hind legs shake with the effort of attempting to move, and though resentment lathers the ground in the blood that falls from him, he cannot reject the order that Jungkook had given. He’d lost one eye already. He didn’t wish to lose the other.

After all, no wolf could ignore the Alpha’s Bidding. No alpha, omega, or beta could ignore the command of one who was stronger than they.

It takes him many attempts to lift himself up and stand on his aching legs, but the once russet-furred wolf comes to a shaky stand and with one final look at Jungkook, who gives a nod of confirmation, he treads forth toward the mangled mess of limbs that is Taehyung.

Confusion addles Taehyung’s features as Yoongi comes upon him, the wolf’s eye glassy and glazed over in the state of subservience Jungkook had put him in. He walks unevenly over Taehyung’s body until his mouth hovers over Taehyung’s face.

He can’t even close his mouth with the stone that has pierced his tongue through his lower mandible, and so his spit and drool spatters atop both of Taehyung’s cheeks from either side of Yoongi’s jaws.

Taehyung turns his head, pleading, “Please, Jungkook. I don’t know what you told him, but-“

“Jungkook will not hear any of your pleas, Taehyung,” Namjoon calls out from above them on the knoll that overlooks the battle grounds, his expression indifferent and unchanging as he tells him matter-of-factly, “He said you’d try to bargain your way out of this like you always do, but that nothing you could say would change your fate.” Namjoon doesn’t even stop talking through Taehyung’s loud shriek as Yoongi’s head comes nearer, “He said your tongue would be a good trophy since you seem to think your face will get you anything you want. But I convinced him to be practical and let you keep it so you can apologize and atone for your sins. So, he’s going to give you a different punishment instead. When you stare upon yourself in the mirrors you’re so fond of, the mark of his victory and your defeat will be the ultimate embarrassment for you.” Jungkook watches with anticipation as Namjoon goes on, “One that you will carry with you for the rest of your miserable life. One that no potential mate will be able to look past without acknowledging your serious lack of judgement and absence of ability in combat.”

“No! NO!” Taehyung screams and tries to flee, but his body can’t bear the effort and all he can do is lay in the puddle of his blood as he cries, “Don’t touch me! Stop, Yoongi!”

Yoongi throws his head back, his blood spraying over Taehyung before his neck veers down and in one quick motion, drags the pointed edge of the stone stuck in his chin over Taehyung’s face. It cuts his flesh like it is water where it is lugged from his upper cheek to his brow where the rock catches on the ridge of Taehyung’s brow and slips from Yoongi’s chin to land with a thwap on the ground beside them.  

Taehyung flinches, but can’t even lift his arms to cradle the new wound there as Yoongi proceeds to bite and chomp on Taehyung everywhere from his shoulders to his toes. On each hand, Yoongi bites off one of his fingers. He does the same to each of his feet.

Somewhere during it all, Taehyung’s screams are silenced by the blood that clogs his throat. Atop of him, Yoongi’s muscles spasm and with one final heave of air through his lips, he topples and collapses next to Taehyung in a heap of crimson and spit.

All eyes turn to Jungkook, who stalks banefully and perniciously toward the two wolves. The very dirt beneath him parts for him as he does.

He glances from Yoongi to Taehyung, from Taehyung to Yoongi, and then up to Namjoon, another silent conversation exchanged between their eyes and then Namjoon nods.

“The cost of your disobedience and recalcitrance has been paid. Should either of you attempt to challenge the Pack Alpha again, he has stipulated that you will be locked in cages of silver that he will build himself so that he can see personally to your discipline.” Jungkook’s fur begins to wane from his back where some of it retrocedes into his pores, his claws and canines receding as Namjoon talks, his bones popping and cracking until the last of his fur leaves his body to reveal golden skin and a head of dark hair. He’s bare of any clothes, and even though he’s hurt, the sight still has your mouth watering while Namjoon warns, “Should either of you attempt to flee from the pack, he will hunt you down, and he will make you rue the day you were brought into the world.”

The red tinge that had taken over your alpha’s irises has started to fade and, in its wake, his irises grow until they fill the whole of his eyes as he commands, “Neither of you will do anything without direct approval from me from this day forward, and you will both serve me until your dying breath. The very breaths you take from this point on are a gift from me.” The crimson that had colored his eyes ebbs and they are turned the shade of the deepest pit as he orders, “and I will never hear a word or thought that is out of line from either of you, ever again, about my mate. If you so much as speak her name unless she addresses you, I’ll flay you myself. Breathe if you fucking understand.”

Yoongi gives a deflated huff. Taehyung emits a scared squeak.

That seems to satisfy Jungkook, for the blackness ringing his irises shatters around them.

You whine, the pitiful sound causing your alpha’s attention to light upon you through the night. Without casting his vision away from you, he gives a wave of his hand and utters, “Get Min and Kim to the healers. They’ll die if they’re left to bleed out here, Namjoon.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, the familiar gold of his irises singes through the darkness and warms every part of you in it.

“Very well, Pack Alpha,” Namjoon replies, “I shall see to it that the healers do not attend to any wound that isn’t fatal.” The brown-haired male appraises Jungkook for injuries before adding, “I sent some medical supplies to the bathhouse. I had it arranged for you earlier, so you and your mate will have it all to yourselves seeing as how you will not want to be in the medical wing with the others.”

Jungkook thanks him, but before he can even take more than two steps toward you, the nasally voices of the two elders beside your grandmother speak.

“This battle is concluded. Pack Alpha Jungkook has won the right to claim Omega Y/N as his mate. The defeated combatants no longer hold any ability to challenge him for her.” They quiet when your grandmother steps forward, her arm raised toward Jungkook, “Pack Alpha Jungkook, your wounds must be attended to. By right, you may have your omega clean them and wash you before you and she may mate.”

The word has your cheeks turning red even though the silver numbs them.

“I shall have my omega and no one else. Only she may see to me.” Jungkook declares.

“As you wish, Pack Alpha. You must now make your way there. She will join you shortly.” Your grandmother supplies. “You know the tradition. Once an alpha has won an omega, that omega is allowed a little time to prepare herself for him.”

Jungkook’s eyes dip down your body and then he’s licking his lips. “I know the tradition well. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. Just don’t let anyone touch her. She’s mine now.”

Your insides get hot under the searing heat of his eyes as he says that.

Your grandmother nods, but he doesn’t see it. He only sees you.

You watch him as he turns, desperation clinging to you like a cloak and you whimper in the hope that he may linger a little longer.

His voice caresses you with the leaves that blow against your skin as his beautiful, bloodied lips move for you. “Bear it for me just a little more, pretty girl. You’ll have me all to yourself in only a short while.”

He disappears among the wolves that crowd around you, and then there are gentle hands that lift your diadem from your head. No one dares to touch your skin, and so the movements are careful in undoing the clasps and clamps securing your wrists and calves. One by one those are taken off of you and with each that leaves you, your senses return to you as if they’d never left. The filter that had been blocking sound from your ears dissipates, the blurriness lens that had obscured your vision disappears, and even the invisible plug that had been blocking your nose is removed as the silver is.

Perhaps the most significant of all is that the insensitivity that had numbed your bones and muscles retrogresses, and you are off and bounding away from the sea of wolves surrounding you as the last of the silver pieces your mate had made for you is put back into its box by Seokjin, who smiles at Namjoon when the pair of mates share a knowing glance.

You bolt past the stage your mate had danced for you on and even the fire of the braziers set upon and around it are winded at your speed as he dash without pause toward your waiting mate.

You charge on, your hands gripping the skirt of your gown as you run through the grassy walkways leading toward the schoolhouse you had taught the pups for so many years at, the dining hall you’d frequented rarely in all the studying you’d had to spend your nights doing, the elder’s den that you’d often had to visit your grandmother in to be tested on the codes and edicts of the pack and its traditions. You pass the omega and alpha dens for unmated wolves that are on the adjoining side where you had had to live for much of your life.

You don’t even pay attention to the circular arrangement of shops that range from the clothier to the carpenter’s. You do, however, slow to a stop when you spot the blacksmith’s parlor that is nestled between the leather maker’s store and the trinket crafter’s place.

What little free time you did have when you were younger, you would watch this place from a distance, your sight set on the male that used to work behind the windows. You’d used to get frustrated trying to see him through the females that tried to horde the place, but you’d had Niva to thank for the telescope that she’d given you so that you could.

The blacksmith that worked there…he was now yours. The thought has you running once again, your heart panging with affection for him as your feet carry you through the night.

On the edge of the compound, past all the merchant’s circle you’d just been, beyond the dens and adjacent constructions so critical to the pack, there you find what you had been looking for.

Like everything else in the compound, it is of a wood make, but unlike everything else in the compound, it is a darker wood. There are windows on every side, but bloodred curtains have been pulled together to hide its interior. The small rectangular junctions in the area above it are also bordered with glass and are free of any obstructions to admit natural light within.

Two rows of timber wolves are perched out front and face each other, and above the massive double set of doors, an entire oaken sculpture of a wolf is affixed to the archway above the doors. Like everywhere else in the compound, light hangs from braziers affixed to metal chains that hang from the overhead.

You don’t hesitate before pushing the doors open, the aged wood creaking and groaning from the effort of admitting you before closing behind you as you release your skirts and look for who you’d come to see.

Your feet plop against wood, and unlike outside, the inside is lit by the soft firelight of lanterns of all makes and sizes that are propped against the walls, the dancing flames within covered by glass.

Ahead of you, there are twelve smaller, circular pools cut into the wood that are filled with water clear as crystal. To your left and right, there are two large basins of water ovular in shape that span from the entrance of the bathhouse all the way to the back of it.

You venture deeper into the bathhouse, but don’t see any sign of your alpha. You eye the doorway in the very back, the glow of flames brightening it as it moves and the strong scent of your alpha wafting under your nostrils amidst the steam that fills the bathhouse.

You continue on, your thighs wetting when you let your alpha’s scent drift under your nostrils. You don’t bother calling his name. You know he’s here. You know he waits for you.

You cross under the arch cut into the wall above you and finally you find him.  

He’s standing inside a smaller pool of water that has long since turned a deep red from the blood that has tainted it.

He’s got his back to you, one uninjured, but blood-streaked hand rubbing at the flesh along his shoulder where angry, raised skin is torn and ripped open and the arm it is connected to hangs limply by his side.

“Alpha…” You fall to your knees just outside the pool, your eyes burning as tears start to trail down your cheeks as you call for him again, “My alpha. My mate.”

Your alpha turns slow, his eyes attaching to yours quickly as he utters, “Omega,” he reaches for you with his good arm and you lean into his touch as he cups your cheek, “My omega. How happy I am to see you. Did you miss me?”

“You know I did, Jungkook,” You tell him earnestly, your hand covering his as you blink through the tears, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. If it weren’t for me-“

“I would do it all over again if it got me this,” Jungkook’s thumb slides along the edge of your jaw, “if it brought me to you.”

Your heart throbs at that.

“But… but you’re in pain. You’re hurt because of me.” You cry as your eyes linger on the incensed, inflamed flesh of his chest where he now dons scratches that sob with you. They are not as deep as you had initially thought, but beads of blood collect along it before hurling down his chest. It is his arm that took the most damage, for the muscles there are split and frayed to the point that his bone is visible.

“I have had far worse as I told you before, my love.” Jungkook coaxes you forward, your hands coming down to the edge of the pool to support your weight as he sinks shoulder-deep into the water, “This is nothing I cannot handle. I would take many more scars onto my body if it meant you would come to me. If it meant you would be all mine,” the blood is tugged from his wounds in his movement and dragged about his form through the water as he lifts his chin and brings yours to him. You let him guide your lips to his, not caring that the blood of the downed wolves he’d taken down for you still lingers there. He mouths, “Never forget that.”

He’s gentle with you and so different from the male you’d seen minutes ago. The warmness has returned to his eyes, and looking at them is like looking at the sunrise. Calming. Peaceful. Beautiful.

Emotion swells within you, and you can do little to quell it.

“I don’t,” you sniffle under his lips, “deserve you.”

“You do deserve me,” Jungkook’s pink tongue departs from his mouth to lick at a stray tear that travels down your cheek, “And you shall have me always. I’m yours now just as you are mine, pretty girl.”

“I…I love you, Jungkook,” you whisper against his lips.

“And I you, Y/N,” Sincerity hangs onto his words before he closes the distance between you, “I’m going to show you what devotion is,” he parts his lips, the hot muscle of his tongue pushing against your mouth and you open your own for him as he promises, “I’m going to show you how much deeper than an ocean it is,” his tongue is unhurried in its journey to map out your mouth as he breathes, “And night after night, I will love you right.”

Desire awakens inside you at his words, your oncoming heat making it difficult to think past that now that he’s here in your arms.

He leaves you breathless and gasping with his passionate professions, and when your mouths disconnect in need of air, you nudge at his nose to pant, “Y-you already do, alpha.” You brush your lips across one of his cheeks and then over his nose, and then over to the other cheek. “You have been for quite a while now. Now, I want to do something for you to show my dedication to you. Your mouth caresses his skin as you drag your lips downward toward his neck, his own lips trying to follow yours as he turns his head toward you and then you ask, “Will you let me?”

Your alpha hardens at your confession.

“What is it you want me to give you permission to do, omega? You know I’ll let you have anything in my power to give,” He tells you, his tongue slipping from his mouth to flatten along your scent gland that throbs for him along the side of your throat as he hungrily laps up the oils you produce there. At the sensation of the hot muscle against your flesh, you can’t help but to release the rest of the pheromones you’d been trying to hold in, slick dampening your thighs. The moment you do, he curses, his eyes rolling back, “Fuck…you taste and smell even better than before. Did my brief absence make you yearn for me this much? Or is it your heat? It must be all but upon you now. Tell me what you want and it will be yours, omega.”

“I…I want to take care of you, alpha. Will you,” you swallow, and try again, “Will you let me clean you up so that you can take me away from here?” You nudge at the throbbing gland along his own neck.

Jungkook groans and presses forward toward you, but that little movement has him grimacing from the punctures arcing across his abdomen as he releases you to steady himself by putting each of his own hands along the rim of the pool, a cloud of fresh of blood darkening the water as it pours from his wounds. Suddenly the heat flaring in your belly is chilled by the cold realization that he suffers now.

Suffering that you had been the cause of.

Your omegean instinct kicks in as your omega harks insistently, the need to take care of him overriding your earlier desire and snapping you out of the spell of lust that had briefly taken over you.

You rise to get the metal tray of vials of all different colors and textures, dark bottles of balms and medicinal solutions, wash towels, gauze, and cloth wrappings that had been left on the timbered table that has several lanterns with red, hot flames burning in them.

“Hold on, alpha. I’ll make this right.” You vow as you assemble what you need onto the tray. “I read about how to clean and properly tend to afflictions such as these when I was little. Let me dress your wounds, and then we can go from there, okay? I want to mend you. I want to make you better.”

There’s the sloshing of water as your alpha ascends the steps out of the now blood-soaked pool, and then a strong arm encircles your middle, your breath hitching when warm breath billows over the back of your neck as he offers, “Make it right, then, omega. I’m eager to see how good you are with your hands.” Beneath his hand, butterflies flit through your belly. “Now where do you want me, pretty girl?”

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[jmstoesblog]

It’s not over

Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.

Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,

Wc: 2,200+

Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character “sehun” is not supposed to represent anybody. He’s just an imaginary character. I left the ending open cause I don’t know how to end it 😭 not proofread!!

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“Thank you.” You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.

You’re on a date with him. He’s your work friend who’s had a crush on you for a looongg time.

When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriend—Jungkook— he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you weren’t ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few months— 3 exactly— you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.

He’s not really your type but you’re giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasn’t your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.

Jungkook knows what he wants, he’s bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick… and the list goes on.

But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!

But dating him was…. different.

He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.

But you still loved him…… until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.

Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.

You were stubborn and didn’t give in because you knew he wouldn’t change.

A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. You’re not going to lie you do miss him but it’s better this way.

“So, what do you want to order?” Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.

You smile back and hope he doesn’t notice you’re uncomfortable with him touching you like that, “The steak sounds good. I think I’ll order that.”

“I heard the steak here is the best!” He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!

After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.

It hurt him because he knows you’re not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry, I just feel weird.” You apologize noticing his uneasy state.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He’s so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.

“It’s nothing, just a weird feeling.” He nods, not questioning you further.

After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.

Jungkook was here.

He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.

He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelry’s like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and don’t hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.

His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.

“I-I need to use the bathroom.” You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.

You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.

“Shit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!” You groan in frustration.

After a month of leaving you and giving you hope he’s leaving you alone, he comes back?!

The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you see…. black combat boots….. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.

He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.

He whistles even louder.

“Oh, baby.” He laughs. “Open the door. Wanna talk to you.”

“No, are you crazy? You can’t just come into the ladies room like that!”

“Calm down, nobody’s here… except us, so open the door while I’m asking nicely.”

You take a deep breath and open the door, “Look, you have to go, we’re over.” You try to make him understand.

“You decided that! You didn’t give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!”

He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.

“You just gave up on our relationship— our love— like that! You didn’t give us a chance. You didn’t give me a chance to prove myself, I’ve changed!”

He takes another step.

“Why don’t we give us another chance?” He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. “I will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?”

“If you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. I’ll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!” You push him back. “I have had enough! I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand!?” You yell at him.

He clicks his tongue, “i have had enough too, you know? You’re acting like a bitch right now, you know that? I’m trying to save our relationship and you’re acting like some stupid bitch.” He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.

He pulls you closer by your waist. “Why can’t you understand? It’s simple, I want you, you want me.”

“It’s not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And I’ve had enough of it.”

“I don’t want to be with yo—“

He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but he’s too strong.

“What do you even see in him, huh?” Jungkook mumbles against your lips, “bet he can’t even satisfy you,” he chuckles darkly, “can’t even protect you, like I do.” He kisses you again, “can’t make you laugh like I do.”

Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, “you look so pretty,” he smiles, “you even dressed up…. for him.” His smile drops.

“It’s a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?” You state the obvious, in a duh tone.

“No, I expected you to not come to this date at all. We’re not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?” You can tell he’s hurt by your actions.

You feel……guilty?

You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.

“I changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and I’ll prove myself to you.” He sounds sincere.

He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.

He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, “you smell so good.” Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, “want you.” You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, “oh? Now you want me?”

“You wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?”

Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, “feels good, baby?” He chuckles into your ear.

He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, “I can already feel you drippin’ for me.”

He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, “they were expensive!”

“Don’t worry I’ll buy you hundreds of them.” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.

He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.

He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.

You hide your face in his neck, “s- so good!” You moan, “yeah? You like that?” He says in a husky voice.

“You like it hard, don’t you? You filthy slut.” You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.

His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, “want more,” you bite his neck to quieten your moans, “more?” He asks you, you nod, “please.” You beg.

Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.

“Please, what baby? What do you want?”

“Want you in me,” he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, “Yeah? want my cock in you?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls away, “I was about to,” you don’t finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, “I’m gonna give you something better.”

You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.

You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, “As much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I don’t have the patience to wait anymore.”

He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size.

“Fuck, baby! You’re so tight.”

He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. “Faster,” you plead.

He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.

Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why you’re taking so long. He decides to look for you, “maybe she needs help? or something happened!?” He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.

“Should I go in? No, I can’t.” He talks with himself.

Meanwhile you’re having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Did she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.” Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesn’t care, “is she taking a poop? That long?”

“Jungkook im sorry,” you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, “now you’re sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Aren’t you a pathetic little slut?”

You whine loud at his words. You know he doesn’t intend to hurt you with his words.

“Will you come back to me now?”

Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, “all it took was a fuck?” He laughs at you, mocking you.

“Y/n?” A gentle knock is heard.

You widen your eyes and jungkook doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.

“Y/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before you’re able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.

You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.

He saw Jungkook earlier but thought it’s coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didn’t end yet.

“That’s right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.” You moan louder, “good girl.” He praises you.

“Just like that. Good.” He grunts.

You’re too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your ‘date’.

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[shadowkoo]

The Ex Text

→ Summary: The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

↠ jjk x f.reader | 3.2k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, ex with benefits, minor fluff & angst

→ Warnings: swearing, explicit sex, protected sex, scratching, breast play, spit/saliva play, infidelity (in the case that reader just started dating someone new), soft kissing, soft choking, rough kissing, ball squeezing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, sloppy oral sex (female & male receiving), squirting, praising, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, doggy, deep dicking, posessive!jungkook has a hard time dealing with his feelings

→ Author note: This is an update of a fic I posted in January that desperately needed some editing (anyone else ever read their old fics and cringe??), I hope you enjoy the newest version bc i personally believe it’s so much better! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

The pillow vibrates beneath your head as the notifications on your phone add up. Knowing it’s nowhere near time for you to get up, you roll over, choosing to ignore whatever, or rather, whoever is trying to reach you. Your plan works for another several minutes as you attempt to drift back to sleep, but your phone soon buzzes again, signaling another notification.

You groan and clumsily reach to turn the ringer off, but instead, your curiosity wins. After a couple of slow blinks, your eyes adjust to the blinding light and are able to focus on the screen; a couple of likes on your latest tweet, a new follower request for your insta, and three new texts from ‘The Ex’…

You groan again and check the time. 2 AM.

“Mmm, right on schedule, ‘Kook,” you drone sleepily to yourself, “Glad to see nothing’s changed.”

Invested now, and unfortunately awake, you unlock your phone to read the full texts.

2:03 AM

‘hey, u awake?’

2:07 AM

‘come over pls’

‘I’ll leave the door open’

Leaving the messages on read, you think about the two ways this could go.

One, you ignore him, just as you have been for the last month, and pretend like he means nothing to you.

Or two, you text him back, agree to come over, and wind up in a self-hate spiral the following days for allowing him to weasel back into your life.

A third groan leaves your body, realizing your heart is clouding your mind, having already made the decision. You type out your message and hover your thumb over the send button, before pressing firmly, unable to take it back.

2:11 AM

‘i hate you…i’ll be there in 5’

His response pops up just seconds later.

‘i’ll be waiting’

This routine is nothing new to you, as much as you hate to say it.

It’s not the first time since your break up that he’s asked you over. And it’s not the first time you’ve rushed to see him, to relive the good times spent between his sheets.

As promised, Jungkook left the door unlocked for you. His tall pup, Bam, meets you with a happy face and a wagging tail the second you crack the door open.

“Hi Bamy-Boo, I’ve missed you so much. How’s my good boy doing?” you ask after stepping into the quiet apartment, bending at the knees to give him a quick kiss on the head and some chin scratches.

“He’d be doing a lot better if you joined him in bed.”

Turning your head, your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s leaning against the wall outside his bedroom, with one of his hands combing through his tousled hair. And he’s wearing the beige-colored sweat set he knows drives you wild.

Damn him.

Your eyes wander to the waistband of his pants, where the faintest patch of skin shows through with his raised arm, before moving upward towards his face.

He’s grinning now.

“We need to stop doing this,” you sigh, not even attempting to deny that you were ogling him. He’s hot, you both know it. No point in sugar-coating or avoiding it. “You can’t keep texting me this time of night and expect me to come over.”

“You can leave any time you want, you know that,” he says taking a step closer to you, “Just like you know you don’t have to text me back. But you do.” He extends a hand, which you accept, and you stand up, letting him pull you up against his chest. “Because you want to come over. Because you know you want this.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste another second before placing his lips on yours. He’s warm and comforting, smelling of sage and citrus, just like always.

He pulls you away from the front door, which he locks, and leads you towards his room. Even in the dark, you remember the path to his bed, your body has it practically memorized.

“Come here,” he whispers softly while his fingers dance along the edge of your wrinkled pajama shirt, before lifting it over your shoulders.

You didn’t even bother changing out of your stained and slept-in pjs. Jungkook has seen you in far worse conditions. Plus you figured they wouldn’t remain on for very long, and much to your pleasure - you’re right.

Jungkook admires your breasts with his hands once your shirt is on the ground. “You’re gorgeous like this,” he whispers, cupping them and letting his thumbs rub across your nipples. Between his touch and the cool air, they harden almost immediately.

You lean into his body and your lips collide, meanwhile, his arms move around your body, crushing you against his chest.

He moans into your mouth, loving the way your fingers run through his messy hair. He doesn’t hide the fact that his cock twitches against his sweatpants when you tug lightly on his locks.

Jungkook could come in his pants just from simply kissing you and having you play with his hair, but he needs more. So much more.

He reaches for your pants, ready to remove them next. He’s desperate to undress you, to have your naked body pressed up against his. You’ve been ignoring his texts for too long lately. Even though he would never admit it, he’s missed you. A lot.

You help him take off the rest of your clothing until you’re bare before him, and Jungkook looks at you like he’s always looked at you. Like you’re the only person in the universe, you captivate his entire attention.

Nothing else matters when he’s with you.

He tears only his sweatshirt off before sitting down on the bed. Stretching back, he pats his lap with that same old smirk you’ve grown to love and hate simultaneously and motions for you to climb on top of him.

You do as he requests, resting each leg on either side of his hips so you’re straddling his waist.

“Come here,” he says quietly, pulling you closer to him, so he can leave wet kisses trailing down your neck from your earlobe to the dip above your collarbone.

His hands travel down your side as his lips move closer and closer to your breasts, his hot breath tickles your skin as he hovers over your sensitive nubs. He flicks each with his tongue, before closing his lips over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.

The sensation pulls an explicit moan from deep within your core. Jungkook’s ears perk up, loving the sounds coming from you, wanting to hear you make sounds like that all night.

Your thighs tense around him as he does it again to the other side, and you massage the growing tent in his sweats to tease him just the right amount.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, pushing your bare center up against his hardness as you continue your circling torture. It’s his turn to lose himself. Fuck, he can feel your heat through the thin fabric, your readiness soaking into his sweatpants. His hands curve around the swell of your ass as your tongues twist together in harmony.

Grabbing his face, you kiss him deeply while slowly moving off the top of him, your hand replacing where your opening was previously. You moan into his mouth this time, feeling how hard he is for you as you rub him through his pants.

Your hand dips underneath the waistband and wraps around his velvety length. His length throbs in your hand while your thumb glides over his needy head. You’re stroking him slowly enough to drive him into a maddening frenzy.

“Fuck baby, I need more,” he rasps.

You give him exactly what he begs for.

He cries out when your hand dips lower to squeeze his balls without warning. You smirk, watching the emotions overtake his face as the pain mixes deliciously with pleasure while you hold him tightly in your hands. You wait a few seconds before releasing them and then work to take off his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, catching his breath from your dangerous game. “What was that for?”

You take a mouthful of him to avoid answering. He doesn’t press the issue further as you gag over his thick cock.

Jungkook grabs a fistful of your hair as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. He helplessly watches as your reddened lips glide over him, your saliva dripping everywhere in the process.

“Mmm, just like that,” he hums, caressing your cheek as you bob your head up and down.

Pulling yourself from him to catch your breath, your mouth then leaves wandering kisses that lead you to his balls next. Sucking each into your hollowed cheeks, you take your sweet time and watch intently as Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together.

“Shit baby, I’m about to lose it,” he breathes deeply, before moving your bodies so you’re below him.

You smirk, your legs open and ready with your fingers teasing your wet and inviting opening. “Then lose it.”

He groans. Leaning across your body, Jungkook opens the drawer on his nightstand and rummages through until his fingers land on the very familiar foil packet. He smirks for a moment at the thought floating around in his head, and then lets the male urge win and rips it open with his teeth.

“You did not just do that,” you laugh, “That’s so cheesy. What are you, a horny teenager?”

He grins wolfishly as he rolls the condom on, “Might as well be.”

The scent of your arousal has now filled the room, engulfing Jungkook, and making him ravenous for you. He’s starved and only your heat will tame his hunger.

Unable to wait any longer, his thick length dips inside you just enough to wet his tip. He pulls back out of you, sliding your wetness through your folds, preparing you for what is to come. Then, without a moment’s notice, he takes you hard and fast, thrusting into you with all his power.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails from where they slide down his back and grip his ass.

The veins in Jungkook’s neck pop out as he slams into you again and again.

“Holy fuck, ‘Kook! Oh my god,” you cry out, holding onto him.

He looks so fucking hot with his hair stuck to his damp forehead. Your eyes follow the bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

Jungkook’s soft moans tickle your ear, while one of his hands creeps up to wrap around your neck. The pressure is gentle but firm, his fingers are placed exactly where they need to be to make you feel lightheaded and slightly delirious - everything you want and more.

“Do you still love me?” he pants as he thrusts into you harshly.

You blink, hesitating to answer that question.

“Fine, then answer me this, do you still love my cock?”

“Jungkook…” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “Please don’t go there.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you. “Tell me you’ve never had better,” he demands after flipping you over. Pulling your ass up towards him, he realigns his length with your center and thrusts back into you. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other gets lost in your hair.

“Tell me how much you’ve missed me and my cock,” he growls into your ear as he slips out of you, only to ram back into you with all his strength.

Each thrust pushes you further into the bed and brings you closer to the edge. You’re biting the sheets to stop yourself from screaming out from the sinful pleasure.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” You moan uncontrollably while Jungkook continues his sweet torture. Lust, and possibly another L emotion, dripping off the words spilling from your mouth.

You couldn’t lie if you tried at this point. You’ve really missed this and him. And holy fuck, his cock too. “Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Waves of euphoria wash over your quivering body as you unfold around him.

The coil snaps deep inside you, your walls pulsating around him, sending shockwaves through his body as he finishes.

Jungkook moans your name one last time before feeling himself swell, and he fills the condom with his load. His thrusts slow down but don’t stop just yet.

It’s almost too much to handle, yet it’s still not enough. Jungkook knows this and reaches down to rub his thumb along your swollen clit, causing you to see starts as your next release comes, it sprays out of you involuntarily.

You freeze, not sure if you should embrace it or be embarrassed.

He grins, “That was fucking hot. I’ve never made anyone squirt before.” You feel a sense of pride hearing that. Good. You don’t want him to have it like this with anyone else. Woah, where did that thought come from?

Without missing a beat, Jungkook lifts your legs over his shoulders as he bends down so he’s face level with your heat. He admires your slit that’s still slick from his undoing. You moan uncontrollably the second he licks through your damp folds, lost on cloud nine while he buries his face in between your legs, hands on either side of them, holding you in place.

You’re writhing beneath him from the glorious torture of his tongue teasing your entrance, his nose purposefully rubs against your sensitive nub and two of his long fingers slide into you, curling at the right pace.

His rhythmic licks turn you into a quivering mess. Your insides twist and clench around his fingers as you come again, unashamed and all over his face this time.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he pants, moving back up toward the top of the bed and collapsing next to you, totally spent.

You kiss him messily, tasting yourself on his lips, and cuddle into his side as you both drift off into the night, sweaty and exhausted, just how it should be.

It’s early. You’re not sure how long you’ve both been in and out of sleep, but you know it’s almost time for you to leave. This is the longest you’ve spent in his bed since your break up. All the other late-night extravaganzas we’re just a couple of hours, if that.

You’re laying on his chest, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and your synced breathing, working up the energy to sit up. His fingers draw small circles on your back as you two rest. It’s surprisingly…peaceful. These are the moments you miss the most when you’re apart.

“I have a thing with the guys around tomorrow, well technically today. Want to come?” Jungkook asks out of the blue, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Can’t,” you decline, worried about where this conversation is about to go.

“And why is that, exactly?” he asks, even though he very well knows. You know he knows. He knows that you know that he knows. Which is frustrating, to say the least.

The previous peace you felt is short-lived. You sit up and lean on your elbow to look at him. “You know I’m going out with Taehyung now. You liked my Instagram pic of us together from earlier this week.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that if you’re here with me, that must mean he’s either very boring or is terrible in bed. Or maybe both?” He leaves the question open-ended for you to answer.

You roll your eyes and start to get up, not in the mood to discuss this with him tonight, or ever really.

You don’t need to explain to him that Taehyung deserves so much more than someone who’s willing to cheat on him, and with an ex-boyfriend at that. You two haven’t exactly made things official but it’s still unbelievably inconsiderate of you to waste his time while you pine after Jungkook, a guy who dumped you four months ago but still refuses to give you up.

“No, don’t go,” he groans. “What I’m trying to say is-” he pauses, fighting whatever is going on in his brain. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore,” he says bluntly.

“Why?” You press, begging for any sort of answer.

“‘Cause…,” he says, holding back.

“Because why Jungkook, I need you to say more than that. I need you to be more, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“Because I love you, dammit!” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious? I’m still hung up on you and don’t like seeing you moving on when I’m, I’m…stuck,” he breathes.

He loves you.

A moment passes.

He. Loves. You.

“Please say something. Anything.” He’s nervously searching your face for any sort of answer.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’re still hung up on me,” he whines, pulling you back onto his chest.

Your voice softens, “You know that I am.”

He kisses you gently, making your heart flutter with the possibility.

“Then what’s stopping us?” He asks once your lips part from one another.

It’s your turn to huff, you have so much to say yet it’s all lost on you at this exact moment. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

“You’re the one who ended things.”

The streetlight shines in through his window, its light illuminating your body, highlighting your beautiful features that he just can’t get enough of. Why did he end things again?

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. What’s new?” he jokes, crawling over top of you, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous you are beneath him. He kisses you sweetly, his lips massaging yours as his heart pounds loudly in his chest. You didn’t say no. To Jungkook, that means there’s still a chance, and he’ll gladly take it.

One of his hands holds the back of your neck, tilting your head just the right amount for him to deepen the kiss. He moans into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours while his other hand finds its way between your legs.

A soft gasp escapes your lips when his fingers dip inside you. They twist and curl with perfect accuracy, bringing you closer and closer to bliss.

He has you practically begging for more, you’re already a panting mess. You reach for him, craving more, needing him closer but he refuses.

“Nope,” he grins playfully, pushing your chest gently so you lay back onto the bed, “I want to watch you come undone this time. I want to see you lose it when you come for me.”

Your back arches off the bed as you dance along the edge, squeezing your eyes shut you let his words do their magic.

“Be a good girl and come all over these fingers.” Your hips move helplessly, matching his speed as you chase the high.

“You’re luminous, absolutely divine, and all mine. Nobody can worship you as I do. Nobody else can make you feel this good.”

“No one compares to you,” you moan sensually as pleasure overtakes your body yet again, turning you into the mess he wants to see.

Your lips touch again after what feels like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, leaving another lazy kiss on your cheek, before moving to clean up the aftermath of your pleasures.

“Me too,” you say sleepily, pulling him back into your arms after he disposed of the condom. You feel yourself drifting off, about to fall into a soft slumber with your bodies entwined.

Jungkook grins, knowing he’s one step closer to convincing you to try again. He kisses you softly, lovingly, one more time before you both drift off into the early morning light.

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Prince ! Jungkook × reader

Masterlist

Your heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate. You were so excited to finally come home after such a long time. 

You were a maid in the castle, and abiding by the rules ,you were only allowed to visit your family once an year.

You were the primary breadwinner of the family with your father was too old to find work and your mother who had always been a housewife. And you were definitely not going to let your younger siblings go to work instead of school.

Since you sent all the money you earned to your parents, you couldn't afford a carriage and had to go travel by foot. 

You always sent all of your earnings to your parents.The castle provided food and clothing and to you ,that was enough to live by .Your family needed it more than you did anyways.

Which is why you couldn't afford any carriage ride for the journey and hence ,had to travel by foot.

It was a long and tiresome journey , but seeing your parent's faces at the doorstep made it all worth it.

Everyone in the house treated you like royalty. Your sister gave you a  massage and your younger brother was sitting in your lap feeding you grapes. Meanwhile your mom was in the kitchen preparing a feast while your dad had gone outside to buy your favourite cake. 

You wished you could stop time and spend a few more days here but sadly, you were only allowed to leave the palace for two days and one night, meaning you had to leave as soon as the morning came. 

Everyone was sitting in the living room, listening to you talk about your daily life in the palace.

Your stories were all about Prince Jungkook, the youngest prince of the royal family. 

The prince was a spoiled brat when you first came to work at the palace. It was as if a five year old was inside the body of a twenty two year old.However with time, he became more polite and mature. 

He befriended you as you were the only one closest to his age in the palace and grew fond of you very quickly.

He made you his personal maid, which you were very grateful for because that position meant an increase in your income. 

You were in the midst of telling your family about one of Jungkook's pranks on his elder brothers, when loud knocks were heard on the door. The person outside seemed to be very impatient. 

Your father opened the door and you recognized one of the palace guards bursting into your house and frantically looking over the room before spotting you. 

"Maiden Y/N! Please come quickly! The king has requested for your presence. Prince Jungkook is incredibly angry and won't calm down until you are there!" 

You quickly got onto one of the palace horses after saying quick goodbyes and apologies to your family and got to the palace quicker than when you came home. 

You rushed into the throne room where the king, the queen and all of the palace staff were watching Prince Jungkook in horror. 

The young prince had damaged the walls, the chairs,tables,decoration pieces, ornaments; you name it. The exquisite room was turned upside down. Currently the young prince was smashing all the vases present with his sword. You were surprised at that sight. You had never seen the young prince like this before.

The king spotted you and sighed in relief as he shouted to calm his son down. "Jungkook! Maiden Y/N is here" 

He stopped destroying the vases , but the look of anger and frustration was still visible in his eyes. He huffed before striding over to you, holding you by the arms with a strong grip,throwing his sword to the side. 

"Where the hell were you?! Why did you leave me? Do you know how worried I was? Do you know what they fed me! These maids and guards can't do anything right! You are supposed to do my things, not others!" He yelled loudly.

You were so frightened that tears started coming out of your eyes. 

" Your Majesty, I went back home. I'm allowed to go home once a year so I-"

You couldn't even finish because you were so afraid and scared at his sudden outburst. 

" Alright, because this is the first time, I'll let you go. But you are not allowed to leave the palace grounds now"

Tears welled up in your eyes. Why can you not meet your family even once a year?

"Guards! Go to her house and kill the family members." 

"NO!" You shouted in agony. 

You got on your knees. "Please your majesty, spare them it was not their fault. If you kill my family, for whom will I work? Please, please kill me instead. It was my mistake. I'm really sorry. Please spare them." You cried and cried. 

Jungkook's eyes widened as he realised.

You would quit if your family is no longer here.

You would leave then.

Leave him.

He couldn't let you go. 

Ever.

" Yes, you are right.It is your fault, maiden. Henceforth you should receive the  punishment, not your family"

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his room. 

You dropped at your knees before the man. "I beg your forgiveness, your Highness. And I'm very grateful to you for sparing my family. I accept any punishment your Highness gives me. " 

He pulled you up. "Your punishment is that you shall be my wife and birth our children." He says with a creepy smile on his face. 

He forcefully inserts a ring down your ring finger. 

"There. I will inform father of our engagement and we will be wed within the week." 

"Your Highness, this is outrageous! No one will accept me as your-" 

"They will. They have to. Or I will make them." He interrupted you. 

You were uneducated, but not stupid. And you knew what he meant behind those words. 

He would kill anyone who gets in his way. 

His serious face was replaced with a cute smile.It almost felt as if the old Prince Jungkook had returned. 

"Now let's retire to bed. I can't wait to make love to my fiance." He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, and you tried hard to not resist his touch because of the fear of him hurting your family  was instilled in you. 

The entire night was spent with you screaming and wailing in pain, begging for him to stop as he forced himself onto you.

And when the morning came, you had accepted your fate. 

You were trapped with this monster forever. 

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[lilliankoo]

wanna play you like a game: jeon jungkook. 0

series masterlist!

pairing: villian? antagonist! tribe leader jk x princess! y/n.

trope: "he's mean to everyone but worships the ground you walk on" will absolutely do anything for you, strangers to lovers.

word count: 1.5k-ish (short caus this is an intro?)

warnings: nothing too bad lmao….yet. conditions, mentions abt blessings from a deity/goddess, power dynamics, talks abt manipulating a man *clears throat*, bowing, one forehead kiss 😘, controlling mother. I apologize if I missed anything.

author’s note: how dare i release a new series while titanic! is barely done.. english is not my first language so…, not a professional writer. im an occasional writer meaning I write when i feel like writing or get that random motivation so expect slightly late updates.

While humming one of the lullabies she used to sing to you as a child, your mother finishes braiding the pink ribbon in your hair. She reaches for the brush on the dresser and brushes your hair one last time. She looks at you, more like your reflection in the mirror, as she places her brush-clad hand on your shoulder. As you stare at her, your brows are furrowed and your lips are pursed. Your mother makes eye contact and adds, "You dread me now, but trust me, you will thank me later." "How can you treat your own daughter like this?" You ask her with grief in your voice but have given up fighting her for whatever reason. You have made the choice not to yell and cry at your mother's heartless decision.

Being the only daughter of “mir konvo’s” king, you truly don't have any other choice. you got to know yesterday that you are being "offered" to the head of the forest tribe, Jeon Jungkook; who is even more powerful than your father's entire empire and is known as the most powerful man. His forest known as “lav” completely encloses your "mir konvo", While Jeon Jungkook dominates the entire Lav Forest, your father rules Mir Konvo-which is also known as the “heart of lav” since its right in the middle of the forest. For hundreds of years, your kingdom and the Jeon tribe had a peaceful agreement under which your people were permitted to use the forest trail to conduct trade with other kingdoms, with no involvement on the part of the Jeon tribe. However, the Jeon tribe simply requested rice and gold as payment. This agreement has been effective for years, but Jeon Jungkook, the current tribe head, has destroyed it and established a new requirement. He now demands your hand in marriage or otherwise he will seal all pathways leading to the mir konvo, seize control of the kingdom, and assassinate the current king—your father—if you refuse. The entire country is aware of the forest goddess' blessing on the Jeon tribe, according to which no man will ever be able to defeat or oppose them. Which naturally leads to your father immediately signing the treaty and beginning the "preparations" for your marriage out of fear.

Now, back to your question. your mother sighs and stands in front of you. Holding your shoulders, your mother whispers quietly, "Listen to me and listen to me very carefully." "No man can resist a woman in this world. There is a reason a strong man like him would want to wed you. Take advantage of this, dominate him, break him, and make it difficult for him to live without you" she says while looking at you. The venom that drips from her words is quite evident, her jaw is clenched and her hands are digging your shoulders. And you exactly understand what she means by that. you pay keen attention to her words, thinking about them over and over again. looking at your frightened expression, your mother asks you, "Do you understand?" You take a cautious breath and nod hesitantly in agreement.

The entire palace is decorated and adored with white flowers. The orchestra plays a light tune- the atmosphere is serene yet tense. Everyone is displaying their fake contentment but in reality everyone is scared- including you. your father is standing near the window looking outside- his crown is not on his head, royal mantle no longer on his shoulders. from his disheveled hair to dark circles under his eyes- anyone can tell he is distressed. you walk over to him and stand by his side.

“What is on your mind, father?” you ask him. your father sighs deeply and looks at you.

“He is an evil man, your mother is not thinking-” your father’s words are cut abruptly by your mother’s voice.

“I am doing this because of the kingdom’s safety, no man can defeat him, you will die if you stand against him!” your mother shouts at your father. “you are not seeing this through my eyes, nothing will happen to y/n” she adds while maintaining eye contact with him. you stand there confused and look at the encounter between them two. He drops his head low and nods at your mother. He doesn't say anything but looks at you with subtle tears in his eyes.

The moment is cut short when one of the soldier’s runs inside to inform your father that they need to leave as soon as possible. Another condition jungkook proposed was that the marriage will take place in the forest and only three people can join- you, your father and your mother.

That's how you find yourself in a carriage with your parents. your mother is well dressed while your father is dressed modestly. The commute to the lav forest isn’t that far, that's why your carriage reaches the lav village’s entrance gate in 3 hours. you step out of the carriage and your mother quickly helps you fix your skirts and dress. There’s no man in sight to receive your family. Your father looks around to see if there is any member of jeon tribe and he sees no one. The atmosphere is too quiet and serene. The leaves rustle while the wind lightly breezes.

“the carriage stay here, come” a sudden voice of a man coming from behind you pulls you out of your trance. You turn around and see a man no older than 25, dressed in leather and furs, his left hand holding a spare, his long hair reaching his back. He is incredibly handsome- you can't deny that fact. The man looks at you then motions your father to follow him. You and your parents follow the man and enter the village- the route isn’t too difficult, the path is smooth with no stones in sight and you are sure that it was cleared for your comfort and ease. After 10 minutes of walking, the huts and houses start appearing. You can see people sneakingly looking at your family from their windows- some are whispering while others cryptically smile your way.

In some distance you can see a platform and a crowd surrounding it. The stage-like platform is only a few feet taller from the ground, and has two chairs in the centre. You can see few people standing on it having conversations- some are in serious conversation while others are laughing. you and your parents stand a few feet away from the stage and wait for the next instructions. you intertwine your hand with your fathers’ and squeeze it. you look around when suddenly everyone goes silent and falls to their knees- bowing at the person coming out from the big hut- situated behind the platform. The alleged man is dressed in black leather and furs, some of his hair tied back, there’s evident anger and fury in his eyes as he storms your way- in that moment, it is evident that the man walking your way is your future husband- jeon jungkook. Everyone around you is on their knees- including your parents. And out of fear, you bend your knees so you can bow too but suddenly someone grabs both of your shoulders and makes you stand straight. you look up in confusion and see him. Long gone is the anger from his eyes- all you see right now is love and affection. In an instant, Jungkook drops on his knees in front of you and bows. The entire village is bowing to him while he is on his knees for you.

your breath hitches because you do not know what you are supposed to do. Having a powerful man like Jungkook on his knees in front of you is a lot to handle. Your hands shakingly reach for his shoulders and you make him stand up. Jungkook stands up to his full height and towers above you. He cradles your jaw affectionately in both of his hands and kisses your forehead. you're confused and scared. Confused because he is not scary like he is described as and scared because he is alarmingly close to you. You avoid his eyes and look around. Everyone is still on their knees and you feel bad. You look at him and then the people bowing- and surprisingly he understands.

“Everyone stand up!” he shouts and everyone shuffles to stand up.

Then, jungkook smiles at you and your parents before saying “shall we begin the ritual ?”.

next: episode 1 - the pink ribbon

#jungkook fic #jungkook recs #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungguk #jk fic #jungkook possessive #bts fic

[princessviana]

Inkbound

CHAPTER 1

Pairings:

Yandere Taehyung × OC × Yandere Jungkook

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'BANG!'

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

"The end."

"Wait, what?!"

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

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

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

"Yah!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why were you cursing, sis?"

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

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

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

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

He retorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe the author planned it–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The mansion was suddenly engulfed in a wave of panic.

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

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

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

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

"Young Master–"

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

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

"Who–"

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

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

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

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

"Yah! Stop that!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Calm down, Jungkook!"

'Jungkook?'

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

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

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

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

Fae burst out angrily, her voice filled with indignation.

Everyone in the room gasped, their eyes widening at Fae's outburst. It was a rare sight to witness their young madam raise her voice, especially directed at someone like Jeon Jungkook,her love.

Jungkook himself froze in place, stunned by Fae's sudden outburst. Had she really just shouted at him? It was a new and strange experience for him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He continued to stare at Fae, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

Fae rolled her eyes, her frustration still evident as she exclaimed, "GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!"

Her voice rang out even louder this time, causing everyone to flinch, except for Jungkook, who looked at her with wide eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening. Why was his heart racing like this? And why did he feel a strange sense of hurt at Fae's words? It was the first time she had ever shouted at him and what's strange for him was he didn't like it.

Jungkook's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, but he was abruptly pulled away from the room, not fully comprehending what was unfolding.

Fae's gaze settled on the last woman who was about to exit the room.

"You!"

Fae called out, causing the woman to freeze in her tracks.

'God, I need to find out what's happening!'

Fae thought to herself, feeling utterly confused by the events that had transpired. She yearned for answers, realizing that this was not a prank anymore.The unfamiliar faces in the room made it clear that her family wouldn't orchestrate something like this, knowing how sensitive she was.

As she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the confrontation, a mix of fear and confusion coursed through her veins 'like the hell is happening,am I being kidnapped?oh hell no! that's not it and what the heck does that handsome man a while ago talking about?'

She only remembered sleeping in her room,then this!

She stepped forward, her voice steady and resolute as she addressed the last woman who had paused at her command.

"You! Stay right there. I need to know what's happening. I demand the truth.Did you all kidnapped me!?"

The woman's eyes widened, her expression a mix of surprise and fear at her young madam's exclaim of being kidnapped?

'Oh no,we need doctor Lee again' The woman thought with fear for the young woman's well being.

As the room fell into a tense silence, Fae's mind raced with questions. Who were these people? What had transpired to lead to this moment? And most importantly, why was she at the center of it all?But one thing she was sure of,she was kidnapped.

With each passing second, Fae grows annoyed as the woman still did not talk anything .

The woman looks here and there not meeting Fae's annoyed eyes.

"Young Madam,I think you need to take a rest right now. Your father will come here and he will answer your questions."

She quietly excused herself and left in a hurry as Fae grips her hair in frustration.

Fae stands up straight again and ignore what the woman had said.

'No!I need to go home,my family is probably waiting for me!'

With a determined mind, Fae cautiously stepped forward towards the door, her main goal being to escape from wherever she was and return home. She couldn't shake the feeling that her parents must be worried about her by now.

Casting quick glances around, Fae stealthily crept out, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the people who had caused her distress. Fear gripped her as she worried they might catch her and lock her up.

As she ventured further, she noticed that the hallways were devoid of any people. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly ran down the left hallway. However, her hurried pace came to an abrupt halt when her eyes fell upon a picture hanging on the wall.

"Wait... What in the world is this?"

Fae exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared at the picture framed with a golden border.

"Is that me?!"

Horror washed over her as she realized she was in the photograph, surrounded by faces she couldn't recognize. A sense of unease crept over her, causing her to slowly back away.

But her retreat was interrupted as she bumped into a solid chest. Startled, she quickly turned around, only to find herself face to face with a strikingly handsome young man. She couldn't help but be awestruck by his appearance.

'Oh my god, he's so handsome!'

Internally fangirling, Fae found herself momentarily lost in admiration of the handsome man before her. 'wait where does he came from?I didn't seen him coming.' However, her focus quickly shifted back to her priority: escaping this imposing house and reuniting with her family, who she missed dearly.

Fae cautiously backed away from the man, catching his attention. He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her actions. It was the first time for him, as she had always been the one to throw herself at him, acting like a clingy leech. Her sudden change in behavior intrigued him.

"Jungkook told me what you did again, Yana," he said, his gaze turning cold as he took a step forward, cornering her against the wall next to the photograph.

Fae furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of his words.

'Jungkook again? No... no, Fae, that's ridiculous and did he just called me Yana?! Nope! It's probably just a coincidence,' she chuckled, momentarily forgetting the dire situation she was in.

Growing increasingly impatient and angry, the man punched the wall, not too forcefully, to bring Fae back to her senses. She flinched and became scared as she saw the murderous look in his eyes.

"W-what are you saying?!" Fae stammered, her fear palpable. There was a dark aura surrounding the man that made her tremble. Something in his eyes told her to run as far away as she could.

The man let out a dark chuckle, his deep voice resonating through the empty hallway. He briefly looked down, poking his tongue inside his cheek. Under different circumstances, it might have been attractive, but given the situation, Fae couldn't focus on that.

He looked up, glaring at her once again before speaking, "If you do that again–"

Fae had had enough. Before he could finish his sentence, she forcefully pushed him away, causing him to stumble back. Seizing the opportunity, she dashed away, leaving the angry, handsome man yelling for her to come back.

Gritting his teeth in anger, the man dusted off his expensive shirt and straightened it, glaring at the spot where Fae had disappeared. A loud commotion reached his ears, and he turned around to find a group of maids running towards him, panting heavily.

"Young Master Kim, pardon us, but have you seen Young Madam?" one of the maids asked, fear evident in her eyes from their frantic chase.

Raising an eyebrow, the man answered coldly, "I saw her running in that direction," pointing towards the path Fae had taken. With a smirk on his handsome face, he walked away, knowing full well that the woman's father, whom he had encountered earlier, would be furious after what he had said earlier. Punishment awaited her once again.

As he continued on his way, he heard the maids rush off in the direction he had pointed, their footsteps fading into the distance.

#yandere jk #bangtan #bts #kim taehyung #bts v #jeon jungkook #bts ot7 #possessive #psychopath #love #tumblr story #dark romance #yandere x reader #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #bookblr #obsessed #transmigration #hate love #angst #thriller

[scarlet2007]

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Highschool sweethearts₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Pairing: Yandere! BTS Jimin x reader. [ Master list ]

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Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.

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Warnings: Yandere themes, Kidnapping, use of Chloroform, Possessive and manipulating behaviour, Peer pressure, controlling behaviour.

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It was finally happening. It was the end of the school year, and Jimin was finally graduating. You were more happy about it than he was, as now you won't have to face him in school anymore.

He was in his senior year of high school while you were in your junior year. Everything was fine, until one day you caught the attention of the sweetest guy in high school. Or at least that's what everyone says he is.

You at first liked him, he was gentle, handsome and popular but never once did he act coldly towards anyone. He would even stand up to those who would get bullied. He was the embodiment of kindness and everyone loved him, even teachers and staff.

And that was what made you helpless.

You could never forget that day, and Jimin made sure that you never will.

Oh, how you wished you never participated in that damned dance competition that your high school organised.

It was the start of the year when the dance competition was announced. You were pretty thrilled to participate as dancing was one of the things you felt confident in. The teacher that was in charge of organizing loved your enthusiasm as you were one of the first people to participate from your year.

You got the second prize in the female category while Jimin got the first prize in male. And in the general category, you got the first prize, a tie between you and Jimin.

You walked up to the stage as you bowed down to the hosts and Jimin, as he was your senior, before taking your certificate and shared trophy. Your hand brushed against his as you both held the trophy, standing close to each other as the photographer took a photo of you both.

Walking off the stage, Jimin caught your hand in his, making you turn around.

"Oh, um, can I have your number? To discuss who should take this trophy, of course." He chuckled nervously, smiling at you as he blushed slightly.

You, of course, were smitten by him. With how cute he looked as he asked you, reminding you of an innocent child asking their parents for something sweetly.

Oh, how wrong you were.

OlYou nodded as you gave him your number without any second thoughts.

Oh, that was one of your many mistakes. Your fate was already sealed.

After that, you and Jimin decided to keep the trophy at your house.

You and Jimin started to chat everyday, to the point that you both were constantly texting each other and talking to each other in real life.

It was almost like a dream! A dream come true!

Oh, but nightmares are dreams too, sweetheart.

It started out small, but soon enough, you started to notice how Jimin was constantly trying to manipulate you. You, at first, thought that perhaps you were being paranoid as Jimin was too nice to do such a thing! And even your best friend agreed when you told her about it. But after a while, it became clear. Jimin was not only manipulative, but also possessive. And when you realised it, it was too late.

You blocked him after confronting him about it several times, and every time he denied such a thing until you had enough and blocked him, but it was hard because having to face him in school everyday was a pain in your ass. Him constantly making a big show of how sorry he was in front of everyone and you had to accept his apology under peer pressure. You had no one. Even your best friend didn't believe you.

And soon enough, you barely talked to anyone but Jimin. And when you weren't talking to Jimin, you were only allowed to talk to females, not that you mind, but the more you obeyed his rules, the more overbearing he started to act. He became too obsessed.

Oh, and didn't I mentioned that you both weren't even dating yet? Ah, yes, that's right, sweetie! You both were still friends! But that all changed that day.

It was the early August, the rain was pouring heavily, and you were walking out from detention. It was the first time you ever got detention and for what? Even you don't know. You walked up to your homeroom to get your books from your locker.

Petals fell over your head from the bucket over the door as you opened it, your eyes widened as your friends, classmates, seniors and even some teachers stood in front of you. The whole classroom was decorated and there was even a cake on a desk. But what made you more shocked was Jimin. He was in the middle, kneeling down as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands before he asked you to be his girlfriend.

That was it, your fate was officially sealed yet again.

You should've said no, and you would've said no if it wasn't for the peer pressure, and Jimin knew it.

Almost everyone was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!" While you stood there in shock and horror. Before muttering a small "Yes", while trying not to cry. Everyone thought that you were so touched that you got emotional, but only one person knew that your tears weren't of joy, they were of horror. And that person was Jimin.

He smiled sweetly at you as he wrapped his arms around you before kissing the top of your head while whispering, "You're mine." In your ears as you shivered in his arms.

A shiver ran down your shine as Jimin gently shook your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. Jimin smiling face greeted you as he stood in front of you with a rose. He wanted to get the trophy back and you agreed, wanting to get rid of that damned thing as soon as possible as it kept reminding you of your cursed fate. But fews days after prom, he suddenly asked you to take it back, saying that he doesn't want it anymore. You tried to refuse, not wanting to keep that reminder with you anymore and not wanting to meet him either. But he kept insisting, to the point it almost sounded like he was begging you and you agreed to take it back, wanting him to stop calling and texting you every other minute just to beg pathetically.

Oh, you shouldn't have given in, sweetie.

He was standing there with a creepy grin on his face. There is something off about him right now. 'Its probably because of the surrounding...' you thought. Jimin called you to the usual "secret" place that you both made as your "personal hang out place", it was night time now and you are in a forest, not deep but still far enough for no one to notice you both. Jimin first took you here when you were having troubles concentrating, the woods were peaceful, it helped a lot and you wanted to keep this place a secret because you don't want people to come here and make it noisy.

"Sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time..." You looked at him, confused as to why he was looking forward to return the trophy.

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you before pulling you into a hug. He caressed your cheeks gently, he had a handkerchief in his hand and for some reason, it was wet.

You leaned away in disgust as the wet handkerchief touched your face. It wasn't uncommon for Jimin to roam around with a handkerchief, he had a habit of carrying one with him almost everywhere.

"Jimin, the fuc-", you were cut off as he pushed the handkerchief against your mouth and nose, covering it completely. You looked at him alarmed as your hands tried to push him away. You scratched him, tried to push him away, held your breath as much as you could, kicked him, pushed your body against his. You tried it all.

All you could remember was Jimin whispering in your ear sweetly, "You're mine, now no one can take you away from me. No one, even you."

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[smileyoongle]

Pairing- VampireKing!Jungkook × Human!Reader

Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU

Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.

Warnings- Mentions of blood, gore and murder scenes, eventual smut, JK is definitely a hard dom and mad possessive, vampire bites and blood sucking.

A/N- There will be no taglist for this series, it's a big struggle to keep all those usernames up to date so you might wanna turn on the notifs :)

"You smell so sweet," he purred, burying his nose in the crook of your neck as you attempted to push him away, tears falling down your cheeks at your failing efforts.

"You can run all you want, but at the end of the day," he grazed his fangs against your skin, enjoying the way you trembled against him, "I'll have you all to myself."

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[ctrlsht]

I want to request a ff. can you make yandere CEO sugar daddy jungkook ff? if you are accepting my request then please don't make yn the typical humble sweet innocent girl who gots herself into that situation just because her dear mom or grandma is on verge of dying and she doesn't have any money so she took that path to save them. no please make her character different. Like a spoiled brat and arrogant girl who wanna have lavish life and power forever and takes advantage of the fact of having powerful handsome most sought after man on her side. kinda gold digger type but not really since she doesn't want to leave him and she actually enjoys his obsession/yandereness until it gets too much. I want to actually see kinda negative female lead than typical positive character? Doesn't really have to be negative just bitchy kinda toxic demanding clingy character etc.

Btw i loved your ffs who is in control and seat of power. I hope you keep making more yandere Jungkook ffs in future. I hope to see more of your ffs in future. You have already become one of my fav author in Tumblr 🩷

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au teaser

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you obey him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career

date of release: June 12, 2023 | evening (KST)

Preview:

“Baby.” Is the first thing he said after a long silence between the two of you.

“A-are you… Mad?” He asked in his low and soft voice like he really sounded guilty from what he just did. 

“What was that, Jungkook?” You finally spoke and annoyance is evident in your voice. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just want us to have our dinner because we haven’t done it for weeks already.” His voice was still low and soft just like a child that was scrolled by his mom. 

He doesn’t like it when you’re mad. It rarely happens but when you did, he felt like he did really something terrible for you to get this angry. 

“It was our due date this week, Jungkook and we’re not yet done with our paper. We still have a lot of things to do and I don’t understand why you can’t understand it.” 

He’s getting anxious with how your voice sounds. You’re so pissed and he immediately regrets the actions he just did. 

You sound like you hate him now and that you regret being with him. It’s like any minute, you would open your door and leave him alone. 

By just thinking about it makes him crazy. 

He held your hands and placed them on his lips and you can feel his hands shaking.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry! I’ll promise that I’ll be the one to finish all your works I swear. You already knew that those things are only a piece of cake for me and I can finish that in no time I promise!” He speaks so fast and you feel his anxiousness within his shaking voice and hands. 

“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added as he intertwined his fingers with yours and his lips touched the back of your hand.

He’s too scared that he has to feel you right now in order to calm his nerves because when he doesn't, you might drift away from him. 

“But seriously, Jungkook. What was that?” You asked after a long silence. 

The more that you call him by his name, the more anxious he gets because you don’t call him only by his name. 

“When I read your message—

“I thought you didn’t read them?” He looked at you in your eyes and he bites his lips. 

“I lied. I’m sorry.” He admits and you become more confused with his actions. You don’t understand what’s with him. 

“Baby, I'm uneasy and I felt that something is not right and I saw your location and I saw the guy and I don’t know, I feel like my heart will explode! Babe, I can’t sit well because you’ve been declining my invites multiple times and I don’t know what’s happening and I’m overthinking things.”

Even though he talks too fast, you understand where he’s coming from. You’ve seen this before and you know the reason why this is happening.

“So you thought that I ditched you for Yuan?” You asked, trying to hide your smile. 

“Who’s Yuan?” When he asked that, you immediately cracked up.

“Baby, who’s Yuan?” He asked once again.

“The guy I’m with. Jungkook, what the heck!” You can’t take it as you laugh so hard. 

“Babe, why are you—

“You’re getting jealous of someone you forgot! Who’s not going to laugh at that?” You speak in between your laughs. 

Your laughs continued until you realized that he doesn’t find the situation funny. Your laugh slowly fades when you see how serious he is. 

“I was just kidding! Why so serious, Ggukie?” You spoke and you clung to his arm. You still find the situation funny and you tried your best not to laugh since he’s being serious.

After  a few moments, he spoke. 

“Did you really… Ditch me?” He asked in his low and soft voice and you instantly looked at him in horror while you shook your head.

“Of course not! Why would I do that?” You respond in defense. He looked at your eyes trying to see the sincerity of your words but he’s having a hard time finding it. He looked away as he looked down and you took a deep breath.

“Babe, look at me.” You caressed his face as you moved his head to look at you. His eyes glow in the dark and you love how pleading his eyes look. 

“I understand where you’re coming from but believe me when I say that whenever I decline your invites is because I really do have to finish something. Babe, you know how I value my academics and I am aiming for a latin honor. You know that right?” You brushed your thumb off his cheek and he closed his eyes to feel your touch. 

“And Yuan? He’s just a research partner and nothing else. And please, don’t be insecure because of him. He’s nothing compared to you. And I don’t like him either.” You lean forward to kiss his forehead. 

“Don’t you ever think that I would ever like him because it’s a fucking insult. I have a standard, babe and he didn’t even meet the 1% of my standard.” You spoke in a demeaning tone before you pushed your back at the backrest. 

a/n: This is the first time that I received a ff request and tbh, I was kinda nervous because I might not meet the expectation of the person who requested it. I write everything based on what the ff requester wants and hopefully, I did it right! It was hard for me to go out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing (what I mean is writing a ff that wasn’t me who plotted it) but I realized, why not try it? To the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

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[mrs-monaghan]

Aint no question who they belong to

(Gif credit to owners)

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[taehyungday]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍- 𝗄.𝗍𝗁.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀… 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾… 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍… 1588

It was bitterly cold outside. In my short skirt, I was shivering. There were a lot of people in the bar. Some people were drinking, while others were dancing and making out. It wasn't easy being a waitress. I often wish I could leave my work, but it was my sole source of cash.

"Can you serve in the VIP section, Y/N?" My supervisor had inquired.

I've never been assigned to the VIP section. I was taken aback when he asked me to do it.

"Why?" I inquired.

"Hana is taking the day off today. Please carry out her responsibility of serving VIPs. I'll give you some extra cash." He responded.

"Okay," I said.

There were a lot of wealthy folks in the VIP section. Strippers were giving lap dances to several people. A body crashed with me as I was giving drinks to some boys. As I turned around, I noticed a lovely young lady staring at me with disgust.

"DO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WALK?" She screamed. She was quite enraged, and I noticed that a small amount of liquid had fallen on her pricey gown. A outfit I'd never be able to afford.

"Please accept my apologies, Miss." I offered my apologies. She continued to spout swear words.

"Is there a problem, Yoona?" A powerful voice cut through the silence.

When I looked up, I noticed a really attractive stranger standing in front of me. He was talking to the girl named Yoona, but his gaze was fixed on me.

"Baby, this scumbag ruined my outfit." She responded by clinging to him.

"We can go out and get you a new dress." While continuing staring at me, the handsome stranger replied.

"Thank you so much, Tae. I love you so much." Yoona squealed with delight.

But then, too, his focus was solely on me.

"Can you tell me your name?" He inquired of me.

"L/N Y/N," I responded.

Was he expecting me to pay for her ruined dress? I wasn't sure why, but I was getting a horrible vibe from him. I desperately needed to get away from him.

"Come on, Tae, you can do it. Let's take a break and go somewhere else." Yoona remarked.

"Hmm," he answered, his gaze fixed on me.

I said my goodbyes to each of them and went on to serve others.

Unknown

I love you.

Since that day, I started receiving some texts from an unknown number. The only thing the person sended me was I love you. I tried to block the number but next day I received the same text from a new number.

Unknown

I wish I was beside you.

This text, on the other hand, gave me the creeps. That number has been blocked once more. After reading the message, I was terrified. So I dialled Jae's number.

"Hello," Jae replied.

"I'm terrified, Jae." I stated.

"Y/n! What makes you so afraid?" He inquired.

"For the past two weeks, I've been receiving texts from an unknown number. All of them say the same thing: "I love you," but the most recent text I received stated that he or she wished to be at my side. I attempted to block the number, but the texts continued to arrive." I responded.

"I believe it would be a prank, y/n. But if you're afraid, you're welcome to come to my place." Jae remarked.

"Okay. I'll spend the night at your place." I responded.

       

As I entered the gates of Jae's house, I noticed that the door was unlocked.

I Love You

Was written on wall with red paint. However, I noted that the paint was rich in colour. It appeared to be blood.

"Where have you gone, Jae?" I inquired.

There was no sound in the home. There was no one there. I believe Jae was playing a practical joke on me.

"Come on, Jae, I'm afraid." I screamed.

When I entered his room, I saw something that terrified me to death.

It was Jae's body that had been discovered. The worst part was that whoever mudered him had stuck the knife in his mouth. His body was covered in bruises. His garments were ripped apart, and his fingers were hacked off. I felt a piercing feeling on my neck before I could respond, and then I blacked out.

I awoke naked and clinging to a king-sized bed with my hands tied. The room in which I was sleeping was the most expensive room I'd ever slept in. Every single thing in the room screamed luxury. Why would someone lock me up in such opulence? I also felt discomfort in my lower body. I was alone. The door opened after a few moments, showing the handsome stranger from the bar.

"You've woken up." He stated.

"What's your name? What brings me here? Is it true that you kidnapped me?" I began to interrogate him.

"Slow down, kitty," He stated.

"Why did you kidnapped me?" I inquired.

"It was love that compelled me to do it." He responded.

"Can you untie me?" I requested him.

"No, kitty, that's not it. You'll run away from me if I do this." He responded.

"Why?" I inquired. I was simply too stunned to say anything to him.

"Kitten, I love you. When I first spotted you in the pub, I knew we were meant to be together just by looking at you." He said this as he approached me.

"SO YOU WERE THE ONE WHO KILLED JAE, RIGHT? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SENT ME THESE OBSCENE TEXTS AND STALKED ME. ?" I became enraged and screamed at him. Now I was crying.

He slapped me across the face. His hands, I was certain, had left an imprint on my face.

"Kitten, Is that a means for you to communicate with your husband?" He inquired.

"Husband? I'm not even sure what your name is?" I stated.

"Did you forget we got married yesterday, kitten? We even spent our wedding night. My name is Kim Taehyung." He stated.

Taehyung Kim? Gucci was owned by Kim Taehyung. He had a lot of admirers. Who knew he was a psychopath, though.

"DO YOU THINK YOU JUST DRUGGED ME? BECAUSE I KNOW I'D NEVER MARRY A PERSON LIKE YOU." I became enraged and yelled at him.

He slapped me once more. VERY HARD. Right now, I'd look like a shambles.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO PUT MY RESISTANCE TO THE TEST, DARLING? I ONLY WANT TO BE HEALTHY FOR YOU. I ONLY WISH FOR ONE THING FROM YOU: LOVE. AND I'm quite sure you're not loving me back." He began to scream.

"YES I killed that son of bitch. What was his name, Jae, right. He had no right to gaze at you. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN LOOK AT YOU. I adore you to death. You have no idea what you're missing out on. And don't raise your voice because if I can murder Jae, I'm sure I'll be able to kill your parents as well. And I don't think you'll like it if that happens. Right Kitten?" He inquired.

I couldn't say anything because I was too surprised. How could he be so cold-blooded?

"Look at me, kitten." He snatched my chin and forced me to look at him.

"I understand you're short on cash. I'm a multibillionaire. I can provide you with anything you desire. I can even cover your parents' expenses. But the only thing I ask in return is for you to repay me. If you refuse, I will assassinate every single person you care about. Until there's only one of me left. So tell me, do you want to be mine or do you want your family to perish?" He inquired.

That's when I realised my fate had been sealed. I wanted to scream, shout, cry, bawl. B ut I didn't want anyone to suffer as a result of my actions.

"How about the girl who was in the bar with you?" I inquired about him. I was hoping she was his wife or anything along those lines. So I'd be able to leave him, or at least have a reason to leave him.

"Oh, you're referring to Yoona. She was my date, but she insulted you, so I stabbed her in the vaginal area with a knife." He smiled as he replied.

I immediately stiffened up. He has no right to do such a thing to anyone.

"But don't be concerned. I'm not going to let anyone else get in the way of us now. And if anyone gets in the way, I'm going to kill them. And how could I ever hurt the mother of my child?" He stated while stroking my cheek.

"What?" I questioned.

Child? What exactly is he on about?

"Oh! We didn't use Condom last night. So, I'm expecting a child." He said that with a smirk on his face.

I couldn't help but stare at him, disgusted. Is he the one who just raped me?

"You still haven't answered my question, baby. Do you want to be with me or with your loved ones when they die?" He inquired.

I was well aware that he was far more strong than I. I'd never be able to beat him.

"I want to be with you." I answered.

And that was the end of it.

And with that I sealed my fate.

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[hauntedkidpersona]

Doom's Soulmate// Chapter - 1

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone-

Warnings: Toxic behaviour, Insecurities, Gender inequality, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Panic attack, Manipulation, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, blood play. Eventual smut, Supernatural, soulmate au, Vampire au, Fanfiction. Eventual smut.

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

A/N- Tumblr is shit. I have been trying to edit my chapter and it always crashes down like wth. So pls, ignore the You's and the she/her. Tolerate this Y/N for one chapter, the next wouldn't have such problems but yeah. Until Tumblr let's me peacefully edit, which for now is impossible :(

—"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙."

Soulmates.

Soul's true mate

One that transcends life and death. It was a strange term that got carried away as a lesson from one generation to another. It was hailed as God's greatest miracle, a gift to mankind and creatures alike.

Unlike, Vampires or werewolves. Humans had it hard when it came to finding their soulmate, for they didn't possess that intensity or yearning the others had. They are fickle beings chasing after passion, jumping from one person to another without waiting for their true one. Though selfish, the Gods took pity on some forlorn beings that yearned for that eternal love. One that transcends birth and death, a bond that doesn't die with the end of life.

"In olden times, the orthodox people were generally against this union. The people wished to have their pedigree pure and untainted from anyone. That time was tragic, but that tragically gave birth to the greatest lovers of all time." Your history teacher spoke lowly, her voice wrapped like a soft lullaby. One that had you shiver in anticipation, heart thumping at the very thought of meeting your soulmate. Your world had many lovers but no one was close to the two couples whose story was a tale passed on from family to family. Both were born in different timelines, both suffering different obstacles but in the end, both being worshipped like no other. There was something truly magical in the love that one can possess for one's soulmate. One that compels you to fight against the world for them- the society, your family, your friends. Everyone. Five thousand years ago, the world was heavily gender-biased. Women were to stay within the walls of the home and married off at a young age. It was the time when any step towards love would cause a direct blow to one's character—

The class bell rang, as the teacher finished her topic. One that had you frown, wishing the time to go back so that you can hear more tales of soulmates.

And to say, the world's first couple came out of it is truly remarkable. It was one of your guilty pleasures and you would be damned to let the only thread that makes you feel connected to your future lover be whisked away like that.

"Mam, you can have the next lecture too." Your words earn a few disapproved groans from the class who were seconds away from lunging at you audacity. Not that you care.

Anya chuckles, fixing her specs to look down at you with a small smile. "I wish but I have a lecture in another class darling."

You pout, eyebrows squeezing in a frown. Nonetheless nodding as you watch Anya go along her merry way while the students go back to their gossip session. But you were far from gracing reality, having found solace in your imaginary world. And so you dream with eyes open, the only giveaway to it being your smile.

Oh, what would you do to hear 'My Y/N'

My beloved.

Love of my life, the light of my heart, wife to my children and-

"Earth to Y/N." Your deskmate aka Elora called you out. Effectively breaking your train of thought.

You grumble 'way to break someone's fantasy' while glaring back at her. Why is the world so hell-bent on breaking your fantasy of perfect heaven?

"What is it?"

At your reply, the girl smiles, "Can you let me borrow your assignment?; I will return it by tomorrow itself, I swear"

You nod, letting the girl take it away without batting an eye. "Return it by tomorrow itself,"

The girl nods, hurrying out of the class after her work is done. Straightforward much.

You sigh.

Your life has been boring, plain boring. No friends, No social life. So non-existent that sometimes your afraid that getting used to being lonely is scary.

But At least, you enjoy being lonely. So it won't be a problem, right?

You had been the topper of the class all your life, maintaining that rank throughout high school and now in university too, your the same nerd. But without the glasses. A girl who didn't like mingling with people too much. You hate small talk and more so hate unnecessary attention. But as an ambivert, sometimes your extrovert nature would come off as a shock to others but that was like once in a lifetime event. Or as your non-existent friends called it- a miracle in itself.

But it had been years since you last saw that side of yours, maybe it's dead now? Who knows?

In their world, all types of creatures lived. Werewolves, vampires and even hybrids were no exception to the rule of soulmates. The law that governs the world and keeps it in sync, is one that was the very base of pure unadulterated love. Knowing that there is someone out there, made just for you.

One that will be your lover for all eternity, being by your side for all lives.

One that will not turn out like them.

Your parents.

They were soulmates too, but they were just not the right pair. Your father hated your mother, calling her damnation. Something that was forced upon him, as he quoted 'love shouldn't be forced, even if it's from God himself.' He just never loved her mother.

You still recall the very night your family shattered. The day your mother cried when your father slapped her while you could do nothing but witness it like a nightmare.

As a result, you got trust issues and believing others became a task in itself.

That same night your mother had broken down and confessed to your then 14-year-old self. How she wished her soulmate was different but no, he was a cruel bastard who saw her as anything but a burden.

Shaking your head, you walk back to your dorm. No point in digging old wounds.

On Saturdays, they had half days which meant freedom and some much-needed rest. And the thought of your warm bed, had the women almost running.

As soon as you reached your room, you heard a distinct moan.

"Oh Daddy, spank me."

The words had your skin pale, eyes scrunching into disgust as your mind thought of the various things your stupid roommate is doing in there.

Fuck. Fuck, you had warned your roommate to not bring her hookups inside their room but no the women dared to do just that. She must have forgotten that today is your half-day which meant you would be back soon. No wonder you had been smelling so much room freshener, your roommate going as far as cleaning the room and changing bedsheets. Too good to be true but then, Y/N would be too tired to give a fuck.

But fuck. You should have given just that.

Banging on the door, you furiously awaited your pathetic excuse of a roommate to get out.

"Yuna, you better open up. I am gonna fucking file a complaint against you," you scream, not caring for the looks you got. Gone was your introverted self. You were raging inside, furious at how you were fooled to believe a lie from a pretty mouth.

Their dorms had like one fucking room with two beds on either side. And you cant help but pray that they didn't fuck on your precious sheets. If not, you would chop off his balls and shove them up his ass. To hell with the rules of murder, you would go to jail happily.

Your constant banging finally bore fruit as the door unlocked with a slam. Almost having you trip, as your fist lands on a very naked chest. Quickly backing away, you rub your hands on your dress. As if the touch burned you. 

"The audacity. You should be happy, you even got to touch me without me killing you." The very naked man chuckles, his voice anything but humourous but you didn't care.

Pushing past him, you enter your room. Eyeing your bed with a look, you sigh in relief, at least you won't go to jail today.

"I can explain," A timid Yuna speaks, making you look at her with a murderous glint.

"Save it, you very well know that the deal doesn't include bringing your hook-ups here. Tell me, since when were you sneaking these vampires inside our room?" Your voice coming out colder than she expected.

The seven males in their room were anything but normal. By the looks of it, you can guess they are vampires. Their pale skin is a dead giveaway and how could you forget this group who rules the whole campus? Charming poor girls, breaking hearts and then tossing them away was anything but pleasurable in your eyes. Instead, you despised the sight of them, and so you ignore their stares. Refusing to look, and more so refusing to even talk.

"Hey, just because you aren't getting some. Doesn't mean you reprimand others for enjoying sex, nerdy." A voice growls, followed by multiple sounds of approval to the same.

You, once again ignore the very naked seven men in their room. Your eyes refused to indulge the bloodsucking vampires. You had nothing against the vampire but these seven were your worst enemies. You hated their ways, everything about them was like poison on your skin. They were the typical bad boys every good girl would fall for, at least that's what you have heard in the stories. Sadly, real life had the same version of it too.

And from childhood, if you have learnt one thing then that is to stay away from any people who give all the red signals and the bangtan boys were the definition of that.

The rumours surrounding them were anything but good. They were spoilt, rich brats who had it easy in life while people like you had to struggle all the way to reach the prestigious university which students like you can't even afford without scholarships to back them up. And it stings when they never do age. Like, why are you even hogging the university seat if you aren't interested in jobs? For people like them, it would be a fun time-pass but for people like you. It's their ticket to sit for an interview.

Even though you don't care, it isn't like rumours will stop and once in a while, even you indulge cause well, it's stupid to see all girls hoping to change their hearts and ending up nowhere. 

As much as you know, their group was very tight-knit. Such that students doubt that they are in a relationship. Who cares anyways.

Namjoon. The leader was very much giving you a death glare. That much you were sure of, you could almost feel his gaze drilling a hole inside your head. That guy was intelligent, you have to admit but his character was not that great. He was mostly known as God of destruction and the guy seemed true to his title. Though you would rather call him a devil of destruction. He changed his hook-ups like he changed his clothes, breaking hearts like it was some sort of sporting event. Never wearing or seeing them again.

Seokjin. The one who revels in the title of being the most beautiful man in the whole bangtan. But he was more of a snake who only liked compliments. He was the man who could have any woman with his beauty and to say he was prideful would be an understatement. His ego was as big as the Statue of Liberty—

And yup he had that look that said, you did a mistake by halting their crazy polygamous sex.

From around the corner, you could see yoongi making himself comfortable on the couch. That guy was as cold as the night, while hoseok was frowning. Not that you would care, his fun was ruined but your whole plan to rest was fucking destroyed too.

Jungkook and taehyung were very much the same as their leader. Glaring at you. And Jimin, the man who threatened to kill you for touching him was very much a dick. As always.

"Yuna, how many days?" You say softly, once again, ignoring the boys.

Your roommate mumbled, something. "Five"

"What? Are you kidding me girl, Five days? Seriously." You scoff, hoping that it wasn't true. That your roommate wasn't lying to you for this long, even if it wasn't that long but still a lie was a lie.

And you hate liars more than anything.

"I am sorry, I won't do it again." Yuna frowns, looking up at you with a look that very much says 'your overreacting.'

You scoff. "Look, I don't give a flying fuck about your sex life but at least you should have the decency of standing up to your promise. It was you only who brought up this deal and you broke it. You and your hook-ups can leave now, find yourself another roommate who can tolerate you and your cheating ass. And I hope your soulmate to not have any hope in you waiting for them for they would be greatly disappointed to see you like this."

You can't believe Yuna, the woman who seemed so sweet would do something like this. Fucking someone who isn't your soulmate is very much a crime, if not a sin in your eyes.

Yuna, was a dhampir. Her parents were mate's. It was a rare case, cause Vampire-human bond was unheard of, but nonetheless there were few who fell right into it. It was sheer luck cause Vampires age of finding their soulmate is around 800 years and human's is merely 21 years. And Dhampirs like Yuna are ready for a soulmate when they turn 200 years old and as much as you know, Yuna is still very young for a soulmate, which let's you know that they are just not meant to be.

In a flash, your body leaves the ground. Slamming against the wall with brute force. It had you gasping, eyes growing wide at jungkook who was very much interested to end your life.

Once and for all.

His eyes were red, a rage burning inside them. "Who the fuck are you to govern her life? She is ours to claim. Her soulmate and yours can Go. To. Hell."

You could feel his strength by the way he squeezed your throat with the intent to kill. One snap and your a goner for all he cares. He was the predator, and you the prey. You could feel your heart beating fast, mind stuttering to grasp the change of scenarios. But you would be damned than let them have the pleasure of seeing you in pain. Your eyes stung, not at the threat but at his hands that were touching you. The way he manhandled you, had you remind of your father. It made you feel humiliated, and if you had learnt anything from your mother's mistakes then it was self-respect. 'Never let any man hurt you as your father hurt me' your mother's words rang inside your head like a mantra. And your body jolted, anger seeping into you like molten lava. You tried to speak, hands clawing at his grip brutally.

"Jungkook no," Taehyung and Jimin quickly came to push the man back. Effectively loosening his grip on your neck. Staggering down, You gasped. Your Hands fled across your throat as you coughed violently. Your heart trembled, almost pushing you into a full-blown panic attack. No no. Not now.

Not here.

Deep breaths. In and out.

Your fine. No, you are not. These people cheating on their soulmates is not okay. How could they be so cruel? They aren't giving a chance to the fate designed for them. Their soulmate, your heart goes out for them. It was as if you were watching your mother, coming down with all the hope and love in the world. Only to get crushed by her soulmate.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok came down to help you up but you scowled at him, taking the message, he immediately takes a step back.

"Don't, take care of your stupid kid." You spat, voice dripping in acid.

Jungkook growled, "You bitch, It's our choice whether we want to love our soulmate or not. Love isn't forced, even if it's from God himself."

His words stung, and in him, you saw the spitting image of your father.

At your distraught look, Jungkook smirked. "Cat got your tongue, I bet your soulmate would himself get rid of you-

Slap

A deafening sound fills the room into pin-drop silence. A few gasps were sounded, as Yuna rushed in to check him.

Your eyes glared at him, as you tried hard to blink back the tears. "Not everyone is a monster like you. Certainly not my soulmate or Yuna's. But who am I talking to, a vampire whose heart doesn't even beat? How can you define love? What do you even know about love? Your a selfish person, the same God your loathing for your fate is the same God you pray to when someone close to you is on the brink of death. I just feel sorry for your soulmate, and don't worry. If I ever got a soulmate like you, then I would rather choose death than have a monster as my fate."

Your voice cracked, as you bit your lips to stifle your cries.

Turning back, You rush out of that room. Not wishing to face any of these monsters and let them have the joy of seeing your tears.

Never.

In a matter of seconds, their good time got turned into a very heated argument between Jungkook and that girl who was albeit furious.

Hoseok watched you run out of the room, ignoring his calls. He doesn't know why his heart squeezed at your trembling figure. The way you spoke about your soulmate, defending him while reprimanding them was borderline annoying but somewhere he could see the way you look at them. The look that very well calls them sinners, someone who has done a grave crime. He almost felt bad for you. "Jungkook, you have to apologise to her. You can't raise your hand on women, is this what we have taught you?" If there was one thing bangtan dreaded more than Namjoon, then that was his anger. Hoseok hardly got angry but when he did, all hell would break loose. For some reason, he couldn't ignore that look of pure betrayal in your eyes. The way your hands trembled as you called out your lying friend and then Jungkook just had to go and threaten you.

Which had him pissed.

Pissed at Yuna for lying that her roommate had no issues with them coming over.

"Oh Hyung, let her go. Who cares, we can complete what we left behind." Jimin shrugs, walking over to Yuna who bites her lip in anticipation.

"Hyung, she doesn't have any right to question our choice. Just because she believes in soulmates, doesn't mean we all do too." Jungkook scoffs, refusing to apologise.

Hoseok was so done with his attitude, even though he knew they didn't believe in soulmates but that didn't mean they should kill anyone who don't. "Shut up jungkook, don't forget Yuna lied to her friend and even us. If anyone is to be blamed, then it's her."

Namjoon sighs, "Guys, let's go back. I don't want you all to fight here."

"But Master-" Yuna starts, hoping to get them all in the mood to start what they didn't finish but Taehyung raises his finger. Stopping her from speaking any further.

Jin's eyes narrow at the woman "Babygirl, aren't you being a brat now? Just go and take a cold shower."

"You all can go, I and Jimin will stay."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, eyes swirling in anger. "Are you defying your Hyung?"

Yoongi sighs, looking around nonchalantly. His advanced sense smelling the slight change in the environment outside. The smell of petrichor lays heavy in the air, followed by the clouds grumbling.

"I am going home, you guys should leave before the rain comes."

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It was going to rain.

The clouds covered the entirety of the sun. The park being eerily silent. You just got back after filing a complaint against your roommate and Jungkook. Your teacher has assured you of the necessary actions, for which your glad. Though she was slightly taken aback when you wished to be present when they were punished. St. Xavier's was a prestigious university and in no way will they stop you from getting justice. Or in simple words, payback. You want everyone to apologise to you, especially that brat Jungkook. It wasn't your fault for being sensitive. You weren’t someone who would give up on waiting for your soulmate. He was your hope in the dark, the one who would say 'I am not like your father, I love you with all my heart.' your heart litterally worshipped him without even meeting him, such was the extent of this love. YOU were borderline obsessed with him.

A harsh wind blew against your skin, and the trees rustled; creating a perfect ballad of nature. You smile, looking around to find nobody. Stretching your arms, you let your back rest against the tree. The ground was cold, as the rain fell. Nearly blinding the view of your dorm right across the road. It felt good, the silence was peaceful. The world and the people were too much for you anyways..

"Rain, Rain. Oh clouds, Rain Rain." You chuckle. It almost felt liberating, to watch the sky rumbling as if agreeing to your little wish. The downpour only increased in intensity, earning the women to squeal in delight. As a child rain was your favourite season. You were born in the dark of night, though your mother was terrified for her newborn baby who might be scared of the lightning outside. But turns out, the then baby Y/N felt joy at the sight of rain. It was the sign, that your birthday is nearing. Quickly running out of the careful shade of the tree, the woman let her sandals slip out of her feet.

"I could almost hear my mother shouting, Y/N don't you dare go into the rain." You laughed, head falling back at the thought of your mother standing with a broom in her hand. It wasn't an odd sight for her to chase you around with a broom. It only made your childish self enjoy the chase, for you knew she could never catch you. Oh, how you wished to be a kid and not go through a world which seems nothing like the world you once believed in. Strange, how as a kid you dreamt of being an adult and enjoying life but now that your standing here. All you wish is to go back and enjoy that carefree life.

A twinge of sadness grips you, squeezing your form which looks up to the sky with an almost melancholic gaze. "I hope my birthday will bring my soulmate closer to me." You smile, feeling the bitter tears mix alongside the rain. Twenty years, were a long wait for you. Maybe in some corner of your mind, your waiting for someone who cares for you. It's a strange wish but then hoping wasn't a sin. If it was, then you weren’t all alone in it, right?

Morning arrived like an icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within. And then there was you who had been ignoring your roommate like a plague, coming home late and leaving early in the morning. It was like, you hardly stayed at the dorm because seeing Yuna made you feel bitter.

Sunday was your day to stay in bed but then you would have to face her.

No thanks, you had rather stay in the library than go back to the room.

In a matter of weeks, you would get to shift to the right wing of your dorm. By enquiring, you got to know that one student has suddenly left the dorm mid-term due to family issues and as the room has one more bed, you were given a choice to shift there. And you were fast enough to grab the opportunity. Even surprising the dean with that reaction. Anything to get away from that stupid roommate. Literally. You were too early, the library being dead silent. Not one student at sight, sighing softly. Y/N went to the literature section to grab a book on the way. You didn't even check what book you got, cause well anything is fine as long as you don’t have to sit idle.

"Hey, Y/N" A soft voice called out to you, turning around you see your senior.

"Good morning, Ankit." You wave, which came off too excited than you could have shown.

Ankit chuckles, waving right back. "Looks like someone is very happy to see me."

'Of course' you giggle to yourself. 

Ankit was a pure gentleman in your eyes. you met him in the library, where he helped you in balancing the mountain of books which you almost dropped if not for him. He was a sweet guy who was famous in class, just because he always spoke respectfully to everyone. He even talks sweetly, and you think that's his charm for women to have a crush on him.

"No, I just thought I won't get to see anyone and then I got to see you." You smile, looking around "I see, today your on the duty of a librarian."

You wriggle your eyebrows, earning a laugh from the man.

"Yes, and I see you are interested to know about vampires. May I ask why?" Ankit drawls, eyes snooping down to yourhand.

You look at the book, grimacing "I grabbed whatever I could, didn't know my luck was so bad."

"Why so sour?" Ankit asked, pulling back the chair for you to sit. Smiling at his gesture, the woman plops down.

"Some Vampires don't have a heart then why God even appoints them a soulmate?" you rant, not caring for anything. Your fingers tapped lightly against your neck, the skin was sensitive to touch but had you flinch ever so slightly.

Across you, Ankit listens to every word, eyes growing wide when his gaze falls on your neck. The purple handprint on it was anything but normal, "Oh dear, what happened to your neck?"

Y/N hums, oh what would you do if it was him in his place? your soulmate. You bet that Ankit's soulmate would be so lucky to have him.

"A vampire did that to me." You speak softly, voice lowering by a few octaves.

Ankit immediately went close to you, "You should go to a doctor, that needs to be healed as soon as possible."

You shake your head. "No, not until he is punished."

Ankit grimaces, ready to talk to you about this but you give him a stubborn look. Letting him know, you won't do it. You had been like this, since childhood. Stubborn. And if there's anything that you hate then it's men, anyone who makes you see bits and pieces of your father is a monster in your eyes. All your childhood, you had mostly ignored males just as you have pretended to love your father. They all were the same, in front they acted sweet but inside they were bitter. You recall, how once a boy in your school pushed you away just because you were in a hurry to submit your assignment to the teacher. You had threatened to let his name be known to the teacher but no, the boy had an attitude problem. You remembers how your eyes stung, a rage bubbling inside your heart. Your classmates were watching but no one came up to help you at all. That day you felt so alone, among the crowd of hundreds. There you knew, you had to become your own saviour instead of crying out for help. With great difficulty, you had explained the humiliation to the teacher.

It was as if you were violated. As a girl whose body was going through changes, you were angry that a boy couldn't even respect your personal space. He touched your boobs while pushing you, which didn't sit well with you. At all.

And at last, you were satisfied when the boy was left to kneel on the ground.

Tears were the representation of the hurt caused by others. Unlike others, you didn't see it as a weakness. No, but you refused anyone to see you cry, that vulnerable state being just for you and no one. You cried every time someone hurt you, every time someone made you feel bad. Every night, you cried to sleep. Not knowing, whether to hate your father or not. He loved you dearly, cause you were his blood but when it came to your mother. All you saw was a monster, one that didn't give a fuck.

And that was it. There you promised yerself that you will earn so much money that your mother lives her life in luxury. Which will start from divorce first.

And that's how you started working hard to come all the way here. Away from your small Village. Away from the people you grew up with. In search of that one joy that could make your mother proud of you.

Her daughter's success.

"What is new in fiction?" You cough, hoping to distract him.

"Oh, we have the new book of the Bodyguard series, you can check it."

Wow.

You nod, excited to read the steamy romance of the Princess and her bodyguard. Only you knows how long had you been waiting for the book since its release last month. The forbidden love that had you crave more. You were a huge fan of steamy romance and your favourite genre was Romance. Especially the one where the royals are included.

"Oh great, let me check them." You stand up, going back to keep the Vampire book in the literature section.

But you were stunned to see the familiar face of a guy you very much despise. Ignoring his presence, you keep the book back in its rightful place.

"I am sorry on behalf of jungkook," Namjoon speaks plainly.

You scoff, "Well that sorry would be effective if it comes from him. Not you"

Namjoon clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing at you. "Because of your complaint, he is grounded. I don't think he can come,"

"Oh, what punishment did he get?"

Namjoon looks taken aback at your excited tone, but still ignores it, "His parents came to know about what he did to you, and let's just say he got punished for it."

You hum, not commenting on it. It wasn't your place to do but atleast your heart is placated with the thought of punishing the guy who dared to say bad things about your soulmate.

"When will his parents come?"

Namjoon scowls, knowing well that it was you who filed a complaint against Jungkook. But the women not once seemed guilty, it was as if you were happy at the news. Something that irked Namjoon greatly.

"If you could have waited until today, then Jungkook would have apologised but what you did was extreme."

You chuckle dryly, "His apology? Will it heal my skin or will it remove the memory where he tried to kill me? Words are nothing but empty. I would rather accept actions which I took by the way,"

To say Namjoon was stunned would be an understatement. You really have no idea what trouble you have brought yourself into. Out of the seven vampires, if there was someone as stubborn as you. Then it was jungkook, and not to mention how he was seconds away from rushing out of his room to kill you. If not for his father throwing him off, he would have been here already.

Why were you so hell-bent on getting yourself in trouble?

He couldn't comprehend your attitude, this matter could have been taken care of. Heck, they would even let you have their blood to heal your wound fast but judging by your unbiased hatred for them.

Namjoon doubts, you would accept their help.

He hated how he couldn't read your expression, something that his vampire self took pride in. He just knew what women wanted- sex, orgasm, name it and he was up to fulfilling the wildest fantasies of their minds. Some women even had a kink for blood-sucking and even though he wasn't, particularly in that. He would still indulge in them, but as a vampire, they had blood banks so sucking it directly from the source wasn't that appealing but he did it once in a while. Though he left his old ways a long time ago, he and his mate's didn't fuck another women after Yuna came into their lives.

Though the rumours about them never ceased, even now, he gets many women's request for one-night stands. Sometimes it's even annoying when they can't take no as an answer.

This guy was so annoying.

You didn't have any choice but to stay in the library, and this Namjoon was hell-bent on making you take back the complaint you have filed. One thing you refused to oblige. You liked how desperate Namjoon was, opposite of that cold and cruel guy you met back in your room. But then, he is a fuckboy. Someone you shouldn't mingle with, much less talk to.

Namjoon muttered, "Your attitude is getting to me? Can't you talk without ignoring my eyes, do I repel you that much?"

You roll your eyes at him, "I don't have to see you to talk to you or have you forgotten that we speak through our mouth? Not eyes."

Namjoon chuckles, dark eyes raking over you. "Princess, aren't you one spoilt brat."

Your face morphs in disgust, "None of your business, I ain't studying with your dad's money."

Namjoon glares at you, his eyes intimidating you but you quickly avert your attention back to the book in hand.

He sighs, "Jungkook's Father is the owner of this university and let's just say, your gonna be in trouble if you don't pull your complaint back." For fuck's sake, can't he leave you to your own devices? Even if he was some President's son, you wouldn't have spared him. What makes him think that you would be scared of him? If anything, you were enjoying how his father is punishing him. At least someone has brains, unlike that Jungkook who most probably thinks from his dick.

"Well, Namjoon. For your kind information, I don't give a fuck. Jungkook could be anyone but he won't get away with insulting my Soulmate. Let this be his lesson to not mess with me" You huff, annoyed as you make a beeline to go out of here.

Namjoon frowns, watching you leave. In all his vampire life, he hasn't met anyone with such intense love. He has lived, longer than any vampire but never once has he found a one-sided love like her. What guarantee is there that your soulmate will even reciprocate your love? But then, it doesn't look like you will stop. He hasn't met one like you. Not until that two couple whose story is worldwide famous. He met them with luck but goodness their bond was so bright that he had to hold himself from getting envious.

He was from the immortal race of vampires, the purebred that walked upon this earth thousands of years ago. He and Seokjin were seemingly called as the Vampire Kings, both in terms of race and in beauty. Though Jin is older than him, but nonetheless they are a pair. A force to reckon with.

Following weeks seemed hectic for you who had no time to even spare. Juggling between study and your work assignments, you absolutely forgot about jungkook and your little wish to be present when he is called in front of the principal. Until your teacher reminded you of Jungkook's reputation and that your complaint had already been a blow. Rumours are spreading fast, but you don't care.

You have to be present in Principal's office by evening.

But for now, you are gonna enjoy the cooking course you have joined for learning a thing or two.

All your life, you have been dependant on your mother. And in university, they don't have to make food which can become a problem in future. So here you are, watching over as the teacher explains them about the ingredients for curry rice.

Your favourite.

"Let it be for twenty minutes, and your curry would be ready to be served."

She nods, standing right across her while looking over the steam coming off the pan.

After her class is over, the woman hurries back to the Principal's office. Not wishing to be late. As soon as she turns the doorknob, a wave of cold air hits her face; entering slowly she looks around to find Jungkook and the Principal alongside Jin.

The three were watching her like a hawk, almost making her trip over the attention.

Pulling through, she tugs her head down in respect. "Good evening, Sir."

The man smiles warmly. And it almost felt like jungkook was smiling, the resemblance being the same but the character. Not so much.

One thing that she loves about Vampire kind is their youthful skin. But then they were immortals, they cannot die and for that She pities them. A basic right was stripped from their life. Their creation in itself a damnation.

Legends say that the Vampire race were the creation of Lucifer. He had made them for the sole purpose of creating havoc on the realms but then, the Lord of the heavens intervened. Which led the Vampires to get reduced to ashes. But there were few lucky ones who escaped and carried their legacy on earth.

"Jungkook, apologise to her," And that smiling man disappeared, face morphing into that of anger and plain disappointment.

Jungkook glares at that woman who dared to file a complaint against him. He couldn't believe this fragile being is gonna make him apologise. He couldn't tolerate this insult, never. "I am not apologizing."

As soon as he spoke it, you glare at him with a sharp look. Lips curling into a mocking smile "Oh Man up, My guy. Seeing you, I pity your brain. Has it become rusty after not being used as much as your nether regions."

And that was it. Before he could snap at you, Jin pushed him down. His hand almost crushed his shoulder with a force, one that had him whimper. His face turned bright red, the thought of the women hearing it was shameful. As soon as his eyes raked over your form, Jungkook saw just that.

That girl was smiling, as if satisfied by Jin who put him in his place.

This nerdy was getting on his nerves now.

"I am sorry," He mumbles, hoping to be done with this shit.

His father is looking at him, but he won't repeat his words. If she can't accept it, then she can go to hell.

Jin shakes his head, "Little louder, Jungkook."

Jin sighs, the maknae was stubborn. Before he can reprimand him, Y/N starts laughing. One that had him whip his head so fast that he was sure his neck groaned in protest, "Leave it, a egoistic person would rather be stubborn than accept his mistake. Your the live example of how maturity isn't defined by age, one can find a kid even in a Vampire. Very well, I shall take my leave sir. I have important matters to see other than a spoilt kid's temper tantrums."

And with that, Y/N storms out.

Jungheo nods, albeit begrudgingly as she leaves. "Jungkook, you don't have a soulmate. Doesn't mean others don't, I think you all should leave Yuna before her soulmate arrives." Jungheo slams his hand on the table, furious at his son.

Jin's jaws tighten at that, "Twenty years ago, It was Yuna who made us feel love. You very well know, Vampires especially us purebred have no mate. We have already accepted our fate, but I believe it's Yuna who is our mate. Her presence calms us, I believe her being a dhampir isn't what's swaying your decision. Even jungkook felt that soul love, it was what saved your son from going into depression and killing himself in the process."

Jungheo scoffs, "Oh pls, if she was your true mate then I wouldn't have had to hear about your hook-ups. Just admit it, your unable to find your soulmate and that dhampir is just a distraction. But the real question is, until when?"

At this, Jungkook growls in anger. "We are sure, Yuna is our mate. Her blood is the sweetest and for your kind information, we are already planning our marriage."

Jin clicks his tongue. Their race was cursed from the start, even though they were blessed with mates but finding their mate was like finding a lost needle in the Marianna trench. Impossible. They had lived their life awaiting for their mate, but that time had never come. He has watched his lovers aching for their missing piece, hoping until nothing was left.

In his whole Vampire life, he has never tasted anything as sweet as her blood. It was almost addicting, a drug. His mind would become hazy by just one drop of her blood. So much that the blood from the blood bank wasn't even close to hers. Yuna, his beautiful mate. The one who was made just for them.

Jungheo scoffs, "That doesn't mean you go around scaring students. Today Y/N came, tomorrow someone else. I want you all to refrain from meeting Yuna for a week and If I saw you anywhere near her dorm then I won't hesitate to destroy that dhampir."

At his words, their blood ran cold. If Jin had a heart, he was sure it would have stopped beating completely.

Jungkook growls, "Don't you dare!"

"Oh I would. This is your punishment for not apologizing properly."

"No Dad, I am not marrying him. Why can't you understand?" She spoke desperately, hoping that her father changes his decision.

But no.

The man was as stubborn as he can be.

She had just showered, hoping to jump in between her warm covers. Hoping to sleep before her roommate arrives but no. Her Dad had to ruin it all.

"Daughter, your gonna be Twenty-one years old. Its time for you to get married." Her Dad's stern voice rumbles through the phone.

Clasping her hand on her mouth, the girl desperately hopes to not cry out and scream at him. He was selfish, he didn't want her to meet her soulmate. He wants her to have freedom in choosing her love, but what's the point when she can't have her soulmate in her fate. "I won't marry him."

He knows well that all her life she has never mingled with boys, always staying true to her soulmate.

What was her biggest salvation, seemed a jail for her father who wants her to be free and have a choice.

"Your my daughter. Do as I say, is this what you give me for funding your education and bringing you into the world child." Her father shouts through, his words stemming guilt and pain.

Guilt for not being enough and pain from not getting what she has literally came into the world for. Her soulmate.

As a child, she has heard the tales around soulmates. How they carry the bond from birth after birth, it was what her child heart treasured. From then on, her imagination revolved around her soulmate. For him, she learnt all the skills that were necessary for a women.

Her village was backward in terms of education, the people were stubborn to let go of their traditional values and embrace the future. Which led to them having to leave the village in pursue of studies, though her friends were not so lucky for their parents never supported them. While she was fortunate to have her mother as a strong support system. And now that her marriage talk is coming up, she desperately clings to the shattered hope.

Praying to the Gods above,

'Pls bring my soulmate.'

"Y/N it's your turn." She snaps out of her thoughts when her classmate nudges her.

They had a music lesson today, more like a test where they had to sing a piece. Her eyes were gloomy, she didn't even feel like getting up today but then this test would end up getting a minus point in her grade. And her father didn't need another reason for her to come back.

At his thoughts, her tears stung as she rapidly blinked her eyes. Not wishing to break down in front of so many people.

"Come, Y/N" Her sir's call pulls her out of her gloomy thoughts. Nodding profusely, she goes on the stage.

Yoongi watches Y/N, her eyes taking in the surrounding with a neutral look. But in it, he could sense a hint of grief. Her face looks dull, even as she pulls over a soft smile. She looked mysterious, her beauty haunting him like a nightmare.

If he looks past her loose clothes, he could see she had a great figure. Her face resembled a full moon while her eyes reminds one of a deer. Big and beautiful, her skin was soft. The cold weather seemed to contrast her beauty. Almost as if he was in presence of a snowflake.

He awaits with bated breath, the entire room falling silent for her to start.

Y/N looks up, as she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she retracts inside her safe haven, away from the outer world. Away from the hurt.

Confining into the darkness, she carefully touches the familiar edges of love. Softly, she starts to string the verse. Carefully threading it through the broken pieces of her heart, voicing it out into a rhythmic trance.

I am mad with love

And no one understands my plight.

Only the wounded

Understand the agonies of the wounded,

When the fire rages in the heart. Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel, Not the one who lets it go. In pain I wander from door to door,

But could not find a doctor: Harken, my Master,

My pain will subside When love himself comes as the doctor.

Pin drop silence.

It was as if someone sucked away his breath, was she some angel. Her voice was so sweet, almost as if she might disappear right now. It stirred something deep inside his cold heart, which wasn't even present at the first place. Yoongi was breathless, and so were the students who slowly started clapping. Some boys even going as far as whistling.

"Wow, Y/N. You can truly represent our university in the upcoming music contest," Their Music sir pats her back, even as he goes on to shower praises on her vocal skills.

"Thank you sir," Y/N smiles, looking around as in that moment. Her eyes fell on him.

And Yoongi froze at her attention. Her eyes left him as fast as it could, as if his sight burned her. Which stings him, he has never found anyone who has shown an attitude to him. He, Yoongi who is called as the most cold guy in the whole university just got a cold shoulder from her. But he wasn't angry, no quite the opposite. He was intrigued, curious to see how she might unveil.

He watches her like a hawk, getting down from the stage as the women hurries out.

But with his advance vampire speed, he reaches right in front of her.

Which results in her colliding straight to his chest, causing her to flinch as she stumbles back. Quickly catching her arm, he steadies her. Looking up at him, Y/N gives him a look.

From close, she is such an angel. He can trace every part of her. She didn't wear makeup unlike others of their class, and her hair was pushed back into a simple braid. But he could still catch a few curls escaping through, something that only added to her innocence.

There was certain rawness to her emotions. He could see she was waiting for him to speak, her face giving away no emotion of some sort. Just waiting, patiently for something to happen. "Can you tell me which piece you used now?"

"It was self-made," She replies, not indulging him into any type of conversation. Just straight to the point.

Yoongi nods, surprise taking over his features. He can't believe she made such a beautiful piece, it even contrasted to their theme for love. Though her lines were more of a pained love then showcasing joy but he guesses, it was how she viewed it. An artist represent their pieces through songs, writing, poetry and even painting.

Even his lover, taehyung was an art enthusiast. He loved painting, loved to draw them and bring out his emotions through his paintbrush.

"If you don't mind, can I know who was your inspiration behind making this song?" Yoongi wants to know, no. He hopes she let's him know. Was it a lover? Was it her boyfriend but she is mostly talking about her soulmate.

She doesn't seem like she might have a boyfriend. Atleast that's what he has heard from Namjoon who was annoyed the amount of times she brought her soulmate in the conversation.

Heck, even Jin said the same thing. She wasn't particularly angry at jungkook hurting her. Her anger was directed at his talk of spewing insults at her soulmate.

"My soulmate," Y/N replies looking him into the eye, and he swore he saw a deep longing in them. Pushing past him, she takes her leave.

And Yoongi is left to stand and watch her fade into the hall. She was so blunt, as if she has been speaking about it since long. Humans hardly waited for their soulmate, heck by now they would even lose their virginity and have boyfriends until they reached the ripe age of twenty one.

But she is different. So different from the humans he knew.

And Yoongi couldn't help but become jealous. Envious of her soulmate who will get her as his, he wouldn't even know what hit him.

Perhaps, his fate has reached a point where other's fate seems more appealing than his own.

Particularly some girl named Y/N's fate.

Its almost Midnight as Y/N finishes her study. Stretching her hand, she almost groans. Her limbs protesting against it. Her back hurt while her eyes were burning from lack of sleep.

College was boring. And on top of that, her letter of transferring to the other dorm hasn't been confirmed yet.

Touching her forehead, she could feel it slightly warm.

Maybe she even has a fever. Ugh, so annoying.

"Hey, you bitch. Why didn't you donate blood for me?" A furious Yuna storms in.

The headache, the homework and the audacity of this bitch. Too much.

Looking back, she narrows her eyes at Yuna. "My blood, my choice. And stop calling me with your name now."

It wasn't like her dad was gonna send her money, and she had one more year to go. But luckily she was also clever for donating her blood, where she made enough money to get through graduation and sit for placements. Their college was run by a Vampire which meant, there were vampire students too. And to dissuade vampires from sucking blood from the humans, the Principal had specially made a Blood bank where humans could donate. Not only that, If someone liked their blood which they did. They can even charge more money, and she knows that a Vampire addicted to her blood is like a plus point.

You can have them dance to your whim, and they will. Just so they could have a taste of your blood.

Y/N is majoring in Computer science, her core subjects were a bitch but then it also gave her a promising future. Maybe after this, she can do her MBA and earn more for her mother.

Yuna scoffs, "Why? I am even paying you tenfolds. Do you want more?"

She shakes her head, "Nope, I just left it. You know, we have a choice to pull back if we want to and I did just that. Not a big deal, go find someone else"

Ignoring her rants, Y/N stands up. But it wasn't long when her roommate slams her body on the wall. Pinning her down with a brute force, as pain shoots through her arm. Her head spinning with the impact. It was agonizing. Her ears were ringing, as she attempts to push the girl away but nothing seems to work.

"Now, where were we? Yes, your blood." Yuna smirks, sniffing her throat as her eyes grew wide.

"Don't you dare, I will make sure you pay for this." Y/N grits her teeth, her hands burning with the force this bitch has on her.

Her skin felt numb, and then there was it. A pain of a thousand needles pricking her.

Ignoring her warning look, Yuna bites down at her neck harshly. Almost breaking her skin down to her bones.

Y/N's screams reverberated into the still night, as she cried out for help. Her breathing was erratic as her heart plummeted against her chest. Pain shoots through her arm, spreading through her body like a forest caught on a wildfire. Black dots arose in her vision, which she blinked back. Fighting through it.

Yuna drank her blood, taking huge gulps. Nowhere near stopping but before she could drain the life out of her, a force pulled her back.

Almost throwing her against the wall. A cracking sound of bones breaking through the room.

Taehyung glared at Yuna, "Do you have a death wish,"

Looking back at Y/N's barely holding conscious form, Taehyung rushes to help her. But one whiff of the air and his eyes grew wide, the delicious smell of her blood was addicting. So potent that he felt his steps stagger, it was the most mouth-watering smell he has ever inhaled. So much that he had to cover his nose. His mind stutters, unable to comprehend the situation. How is this possible? Taking this as a chance, Yuna escapes as He shook his head, he could catch her some other day, now is not the time to think. He had more important matters at hand. And that being her. Y/N

After dinner, Taehyung thought of taking a small walk around the campus. He came to know about what actually took place in between Jungkook and his father. Jin told them about not meeting Yuna, even though he was pissed about it. He can't help it. That nerdy had to go and complain, it wasn't like jungkook wasn't going to apologise.

And on top of that he was craving Yuna's blood, it was the sweetest. Like honey, the blood that he has on daily basis can't even come close to hers.

A cry for help had his vampire senses thrown into action, he could smell it. Blood. And it came from Yuna's dorm. It was the smell that had his vampire arouse from its slumber. The urge to hunt was strong but the moment he picked up the potent sweetness. His eyes widened as realisation dawned at him.

His mate is hurt. And that was all it took for him to speed up. Hopefully the window of Yuna's room was ajar.

Quickly transforming into bat form, he flew across the window only to see Yuna having that nerdy on a tight grip. The women's face was pale, as Yuna drank her blood. Nowhere stopping. And that's how he had to pull her back using vampire strength.

The bloodlust, once awaken was very hard to control. A Vampire couldn't handle it, much less a dhampir like Yuna.

His heart ached. Ached for the women whose smell permitted the four walls of the room.

He couldn't believe it, it was all along her. Y/N, she is his mate. Not that Yuna. They got fooled by a bitch like her.

Rage. Burning hot rage burst through his veins, it was as if he could destroy the whole campus for making his mate suffer. Quickly going back to her, he takes her in his arms. Her blood was seeping through her shirt. Nowhere to stop.

"My love," Going near her throat, he licks her wound. Coating the two punctured skin with his saliva. He groaned, the taste was so addictive. It almost took all of his energy to not claim her as his.

So much for patience.

He chuckles, eyes filling with tears. Caressing her cheeks, he plants a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Five thousand years, My Love. And your finally here, in my arms."

Taehyung can't believe his fate was here. His destiny, his angel. The one made just for him is finally in his arms. He can't believe that bitch fooled them into believing she was their mate. She even went an extra mile to get his precious mate's blood in her system.

It didn't take long for him to join the pieces. Why Yuna only met them on particular days, and why she went to have blood as her food instead of human food? It wasn't like she can't taste human food, but how come she knew that Y/N was their soulmate.

No doubt, he is puzzled. She made them fucking believe that she is their destiny.

Effectively fooling them in the process.

How much deprived they were to be fooled like that?

Though taehyung had his doubts, as to how drinking her blood didn't give him as much pleasure as sniffing his true mate's blood. Yuna was a dhampir who they met in a club. She was average but instantly got their attention.

It was at that moment when they felt the soul bonding, the intense feeling that had him and his lovers close to tears.

It was the second time, they felt that soul-bonding.

The first being exactly twenty years ago. If only he knew that it was just his soulmate announcing her arrival in their world.

Twenty years ago, at Midnight. When the whole world was doused in inky darkness, just like his heart. She came in, raging like a thunderstorm. Demanding what was hers and they failed to recognise it. A fool, Indeed. It was the very first time, he felt a spark. An intense love which only meant one thing. His soulmate was reaching out to them, letting them know that losing hope was never an option.

She was young, his soulmate. Young and beautiful, just like her heart. His.

Only theirs.

She looks no more than twenty in human years, which meant that once their physical bonding takes place. Which he hopes will happen sooner so that they can share their immortality with her, it's how vampires who tend to live longer than any race survive.

If not for their soulmate, half of the race would have been wiped out by now. A human-vampire bonding was rare but not impossible.

Gently scooping her up, in his arms. Taehyung quickly leaves towards his mansion.

Wanting his lovers to know who was their true mate.

Reaching his room, taehyung gently places his angel on the King-sized bed. Grimacing at the blood that stained her shirt. He hated how she had to go through so much pain, nearly losing her life in the process.

"Hyung, everyone. Come into my room, I found our true soulmate." Taehyung screams into their shared mind link, as he awaits for them.

In few seconds, he hears the door slamming open. Yoongi entering inside followed by the other five.

"What do you mean by true soulmate?" Yoongi frowns, but stops in his track when he sees Y/N laying on the bed.

Unconscious.

Quickly rushing near, Yoongi panics. "What happened to her? Who did this? And wait a minute, why does her blood smell so..." He trails off, brows knitting in confusion.

Namjoon and Jin share a look, both equally surprised Nonetheless horrified.

Hoseok and Jimin came off as confused as them while the youngest maknae watched Y/N with a distinct look.

"I found Yuna sucking her dry. If I was one minute late, she would have-" Taehyung's voice cracks at the end, as he desperately holds himself from not breaking down.

The thought of loosing his mate without even meeting her was too much.

"How could this be possible?" Jin scowls, "-Yuna was our mate, not her. Are you sure the blood on her skin isn't Yuna's."

Jin couldn't believe it, the one who was his mate was Yuna. Heck even Jungkook couldn't digest it. Forget about Jimin and all. They all had the same sets of questions, none being ready to accept someone else in place of Yuna.

Taehyung pinches his nose, annoyed at his lovers to not get the message.

"Forgive me, My angel." Quickly nearing his mate's unconscious form. He nips at her fingertips, effectively drawing a drop of blood.

The reaction was instant. Jungkook lunged towards Y/N, followed by Jimin as Jin and Namjoon ran to pull them back. The addicting smell had their Vampire senses heightened, their eyes turning blood red with their fangs protuding.

Yoongi had to physically bite his lips, to the point of drawing blood. He was the nearest to her, and he would be damned if he hurt his precious mate.

Unlike others, he didn't need any proof to accept her as his soulmate. He hated Yuna's guts, she was an attention-seeking bitch who had little to no regard for his personal space. As a soulmate, which she wasn't. Yoongi didn't understand why she couldn't grasp his emotions or why she always pushed him into a situation he hated altogether.

Out of all of them, If there was one who maintained his distance from her than it was him.

But to say, that she had been fooling them all along had his hands itching to kill her. Do something, anything to harm her the way she harmed his mate

"How? I can't believe it." Jin mumbled as he reaches near his mate. She is their mate, Not Yuna. Her blood was ten times more addicting then Yuna.

There was no doubt but-

As Vampires, If there was blood that could make them lose their minds then it was the true mate's blood. Just as werewolves had their mates recognised through the most mouth-watering smell, their kind recognised mate through the blood smell. He couldn't believe their mate was in front of their eyes, why the smell was so potent on the other bed. And why Yuna acted as if she slept on her roommate's bed most of the time.

She knew, Y/N was their mate and yet the bitch played them.

"We can't smell her blood from afar, which means she isn't twenty-one yet?" Hoseok questions, unlike others. He was calm at the betrayal of Yuna.

He was just glad his mate was finally here, and he couldn't wait to shower her in love. To claim her and share his immortality with her. He frowns when he remembers how she hated them, the thought had him whimper slightly. He doesn't want their mate to hate them.

It wasn't his fault, yes they almost got fooled by Yuna but that doesn't mean he didn't deserve a chance to make it up to her.

Taehyung glares, "Yuna already knew she was our soulmate. She paid Y/N for her blood, which was why her blood was so sweet. Though not as potent as our soulmate's. That vile woman wretched us like no other, I hope she rots in hell." Slowly, he went out to explain the situation of what exactly happened.

Opposite him, Namjoon was nowhere calm. His mind was going through all questions, was the love that he felt through the soul bond, not Yuna's? Two Damn years, Fuck. And he called himself the most intelligent vampire. Yeah, A Vampire who can't even find his mate.

It was he who told everyone about Yuna and it was he who picked up the soul bond first.

But the situation was so bad, that the moment he felt the soul connection. It was Yuna whose eyes he saw first, and damn he feels like he failed his mate alongside his lovers.

What's the point of being a leader?

All along, he thought his soulmate was cheating but no. It was them. It was he who was cheating on her, unlike her whose love was enough to get them through.

No wonder, he felt envious of how Y/N always spoke about her soulmate.

As if her world revolved around that same word and now that he knows, she is his mate.

Namjoon can't help but feel his chest fluttering in love. His cold body feeling a warmth so foreign that he was afraid he would never be resurrected back. Neither he wished to be back.

Jimin watched with a batted eye as Jin and Namjoon hurried to get their mate into fresh clothes. He could see Jin totally acting like a mother, fussing around Y/N as he asked Taehyung to rush down and get some energy drink for her. Even Yoongi who was cold all along seemed to be smiling with a fond look.

This scene looked so domestic for someone like him who always wished for a family.

Though in it, he mostly saw Yuna but now that there was Y/N. He can't help but feel guilty. As if he has cheated on one soul he vowed to love.

But no, he was cruel to her. Heck, they all were.

They were this close to fucking that bitch, her roommate. At this, his eyes stung. She will leave them, who would want a mate who has cheated on them?

"Hyung, will she hate us?"

At his broken voice, Yoongi looks up. "That only time can say, Jimin."

He nods, her view getting blurred due to his tears. Quickly wiping it, he blinks. Not wishing to get her out of his sight.

The first thing he will do as soon as she wakes up is apologise. He can spend an eternity in trying to makeup for all the things he did wrong.

It was Jungkook who had the hardest time swallowing the bitter pill of truth. He can't. No, he couldn't take that it was her who was his mate all along. No, how could he? How could he hurt her? He almost killed her on the first day of their meeting. The only memory she has of him is that of fear. Fear of him killing her.

Turning around, Jungkook storms out.

Taehyung watches his lover get out, the other five sharing the same look as him. "I hope he is fine."

"He will be, don't worry. " Namjoon calms them, as their attention goes back to their mate.

"And here I was jealous of her mate." Yoongi chuckles, his thumb drawing circles on her head. "When I should be proud of my mate."

Jin nods, "So it was her. Twenty years ago, it was our mate who came into the world. Isn't she?"

"Yes, she did. That's why, we and Jungkook. All are living in peace, she brought our soul to us. Our soulmate." Hoseok sighs, eyes twinkling in love as they all watched her breathing in, she looked so much at peace that Namjoon wished to just hide her away from the world.

Only for their eyes to see and hold.

It was 3:00 am

Everyone was awake except Y/N. Taehyung was particularly glued to her side, so were the others. Even jungkook wasn't far, having returned after his nightly walk to blow off some steam.

Taehyung smiles fondly at her,

But it wasn't long to see her face scrunched up, morphing into that of distress "Is she having a nightmare?"

His question pulled everyone from their thoughts, as Jin rushed to check her. "Oh no, she is burning."

At Jin's words, all rushed to get something to put her fever down. It was Jungkook who brought a wet towel as he settles it on her forehead. Yoongi and Hoseok getting on either side, a wet towel in their hands to wipe her arms and hopefully bring down her temperature. In haste, Namjoon had brought a warm oil to massage her feet, rubbing it to keep her from feeling awful. He had read somewhere that it helps.

He hopes it does.

Jin brought medicine for Y/N. He even went an extra mile to dissolve the pill in a mango juice so that his precious mate doesn't have to tolerate the bitter taste.

Taehyung had his arms securely wrapped around his mate, squeezing her cheeks in a pout. He beckons jin to feed her medicine.

Jin, taking the hint. Pushes the spoon inside her mouth, as Y/N starts squirming.

Refusing to open her mouth.

"Baby, it's okay. Good girl," Taehyung pulls her up, not wishing the liquid to go into her wind pipe.

At his words, Y/N whimpers as if she is in pain. Their heart squeezed seeing her whimpering, oh how they wished the medicine quickly starts doing its work.

4:am

Her temperature was down but not fully. Jin has went an all out for closing all the windows, keeping the fans off and making the room as warm as possible. He brought all the blankets from his room, especially his favourite ones. Even though he can't sleep, but atleast the material is soft to touch. It gives him peace, and he hopes it does the same to her.

All along, taehyung had her securely tucked under his arms. Laying down beside her. One moment they were watching, and the next, Y/N's arms were wrapped around his waist, head resting on his shoulder. While she breathed right across his neck.

Taehyung, tilts his head. Happy that his soulmate is seeking him out. Gently placing a kiss on her forehead, he squeezes her hand. Hoping to never let go.

While the others could only watch in jealousy, to say they were envious would be an understatement.

Jimin huffs, "This isn't fair, you can't hog her to yourself."

Taehyung smirks, enjoying their faces of pure envy. The hyungs may not show their jealousy openly, but the maknaes could. "Well, it's her choice. Which is me for now."

Jimin groans in annoyance. Oh how he wishes to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Y/N squints her eyes, as she felt the sun hogging her face. Ugh, so annoying.

She turns over, hoping to snuggle against her teddy bear. But is shocked when she feels something much big than her pluffy bear. Followed by a very masculine chuckle, one that had her jolt up. Scrambling away in fright.

"Oh." Her mind doesn't even register as the world moves slowly. But this is what happens when you suddenly slip and fall back on the ground.

Her head hit the ground, as a pained whimper escaped her.

Ah, it hurts.

Y/N felt tears brim at the corner of her eyes. Why is her morning like this? She now remembers Yuna attacking her and a bangtan member saving her. Taehyung, was it? She doesn't know, but her neck is itching like crazy.

And all this frustration leads her tears to open up like some unwanted guests.

In a second, Jimin is near her. "I am so sorry, did I scare you sweetheart?" He pulls her up, but even that earns a pained groan from her.

Her hip hurts, and her head feels like someone smashed a coconut on it.

"What happened?" She hears someone entering the room, "-Jimin, Did you scare my baby?"

"hyung, I didn't."

Someone pulls her towards them, as Y/N squirms to get out of it.

"Don't touch me," Regaining her footing, Y/N pushes herself out of stranger's arms. Making some distance, she looks up to see Jin. Her gaze whipping at Jimin and then to the room.

This wasn't her room.

"Calm down, you were attacked last night. Taehyung saved you and brought you here." Jin scrambled to explain the situation to her.

And finally she calmed down a little, atleast she isn't kidnapped.

She almost thought it was their way to punish her for complaining against their youngest member.

"We changed your cloth-" Before Jimin could finish, Y/N screamed.

"Who gave you the permission? How dare you? Why did you cross the line?" She accuses, not believing they changed her.

Fuck.

It was shameful, even embarassing. But nothing came close to her anger. How dare they? They could have let any women change her but no. The earth should split open so that she can hide inside it and never return. Oh fuck, pls someone just swallow her. They just did not do what she thinks they did.

"You had blood all over, If we got a female who would be a vampire only. What guarantee was there that she wouldn't suck you dry. " Jin argues, even as she looks away.

Not taking any of it.

"It's ironic coming from you who can't even control your kid. Wasn't he the one who tried to kill me? Why should I even believe you all? You could have killed me and no one would even bat an eye." She drawls sharply, watching as Jin's expression hardens.

A pained look crossing over.

Even Jimin beside her looks worried.

What happened to this people? Why are they suddenly so expressive. Grimacing, the women pushes past them. Wishing to go back but before she could, Jimin stops her. "We are your mate,"

Y/N's mind stutters, as she looks back to see Jimin pleading her.

Almost desperate.

"What's the month now?" She questions him, almost coldly.

Jimin winced at her tone, but nonetheless replied. "June, why?"

Y/N smiles, albeit mockingly. "oh I thought, It was April's fool. Sayonara peeps."

And just like that, she leaves. Jimin and Jin stood there, unable to stop her. She doesn't even believe that she is their mate. Were they so bad? Minutes later, a happy Yoongi and Hoseok enters the room with breakfast. But are rather taken back with their mate being missing from the bed. Even Namjoon had to hold back taehyung from going to find her wherein Jungkook had timidly asked Jin and him about what happened.

"She thought we were pranking her when I said she was our mate." Jimin finishes quickly, not wishing to break down mid sentence. Even though his lips trembled, eyes gloomy at the thought of her blatant rejection.

At his words, all Vampires take a sharp intake of breath.

Jin chuckles, eyes holding a pain similar to Jimin. "She thought that we would kill her, she didn't believe us at all."

At this, Jungkook flinched. Knowing well, what she meant.

Hoseok jumps in quickly, "No worries, I bet her birthday would be around the corner. She would know herself that we are her mate guys."

Yoongi nods, hoping for the best, "Yup, it's just around the corner."

To say your week was weirdly ridiculous was an understatement.

First, you went to complain against Yuna and found out she is nowhere to be found. As if the girl, literally disappeared in thin air. Next, the bangtan boys were annoying the heck out of you. You just didn't know how to not go along the day without snapping at them.

Everyone of them was annoying you to the core.

So much that you wished to strangle yourself.

And yeah, Y/N wasn't over how they could change her clothes. In her hurry to get out, she didn't even ask which idiot decided it was good to change her top. And on top of that, she wasn't even wearing a bra which wasn't her fault. She doesn't wear bra while going to sleep.

This idiots saw her most precious part. Ugh, she hates them so much.

She almost cried at the thought. It was her soulmate's right. What for is she saving herself? No wonder these vampires were heartless and pathetic. They just didn't know anything. Atleast some of them were.

She just wishes to murder them, and then bury them so that no one knows her embarassing moment.

"Can you stop following me," she glares at Namjoon who is walking beside her.

Why the hell is he stalking her like a creep.

Namjoon looks around, slowly looking back at her as he points at himself. "Are you talking to me?"

She rolls her eyes, nodding.

He smiles brightly, "I wish to apologise for my friends behaviour. They didn't mean to scare you, if you only give us a chance to-"

"No thanks," with that, she enters her class.

Namjoon frowns at her. Looking no less than a kicked puppy who just got rejected in the most harshest way possible. What will he say to Jin who is hoping to apologise with his world class cooking. He just hopes, Jin doesn't kill him for not carrying his message.

With a sigh, he enters behind. Even though, Python programming wasn't his subject but then who could stop him. He will lay low so that no one knows it's him.

Entering inside, he looks around. Eyes falling at his mate who sits in the front bench. oh well, she was a nerd. Just like him.

Quickly going beside her, Namjoon takes a seat. "Hi"

Y/N ignores him, not batting an eye as she flips through the pages of her book.

Throughout class, Y/N ignored him while he just enjoyed the way she got annoyed and tried to complain to the teacher but sadly. The teacher didn't say anything. Why would she? It was their university, more like it was his mate's but the people usually avoid them. Letting them do whatever they want as long as they are in limits. It isn't like Namjoon is bullying her, he is just staring at her. His mate. His soulmate. His fiesty Queen. As soon as the class ends, Y/N hurries out. Almost as if she was on fire.

"When exactly is your birthday?" He calls out, hoping she replies.

"Why, want a punch from my soulmate?" She scoffs, looking back at him with a mocking smirk.

"I can't actually punch myself but let's see," Namjoon chuckles, enjoying as her frown deepens.

"Oh pls, You got Yuna. Go there and stop flirting with me. Nothing will work with me, try me." She flips her hair, going out as Namjoon only seemed to fall harder at her charms.

She was sweet. Spicy and sour and bitter. His mate was a whole package.

Yoongi even told them how she sang a song solely made for her soulmates. It was as if he couldn't take it, the amount of love his soulmate had for him was hauntingly mesmerizing. And today he and his mate's would love to join yoongi and hear their mate sing. Hopefully.

Jungkook feels sad. Sad that their mate thinks they are pranking her. But then, he deserved it. He can't believe that Yuna could do this to them? He was trying to find that bitch but no. It was as if she never existed. Which was bullshit. Unlike his hyungs who were waiting near the stage, all giddy for Y/N's performance. He seems to be scared more than happy, almost guilty. It wasn't like she would be happy seeing him. Last time, he was very rude to her. He even refused to apologise properly, and now all he feels is regret.

Sensing his inner turmoil, Jin pats his back. "Once regret has done its job, my love, move on and put those lessons to good use."

"Yeah, we have an eternity to apologise to her." Jimin smiles, hoping to lift his spirits but nothing actually works.

Jungkook watches as Y/N comes up. A small smile stretching across his face, she looked ethereal in that white dress.

Coming up, she looks around. Taking in a deep breath, Jungkook watches her move. Every little tap of her finger, the flutter of her eyes as she closes them. Slowly starting off with a tune, her right hand moving gracefully as if tracing every nook and crany of the music.

The word fate is at the tip of the pen;

Fleeting time has merged the yearning tree into bones;

Withered and fallen in a place,

Book of our fate has no words as the fragrant ink reads of deep feelings and the tears mark the letter with separation.

Rain comes in a blink; this yearning of her is endless.

Sadly, 'Parting with one's love is pain'

Tapping gently, Y/N looks right to watch a boy with a sweet smile. He mouthes her with 'Your doing great' and the full blown smile that the seven Vampires saw her give him had them itch in jealousy.

As soon as her performance ends, Y/N skips to the guy.

"Hey, You here?" She smiles, actually embarassed that he had to see her singing. But then he was her favourite man, so much that she even secretly hopes he might be her soulmate.

He is so perfect. And no wonder he resembles her imaginary soulmate so much.

The faceless guy who wears a tuxedo and asks for her hand. One where they dance until their feet becomes sour from all that activity. She would love a guy who isn't like her father, someone who is totally opposite of him. Patience, Kind, Respectful. In her eyes, no amount of money or gifts can make her happy. Cause Money, even her father has but what makes one feel loved is the tiny things. The small actions, even though minuscule could make one's heart flutter at the consideration. Its a dead give away of how much the other pays attention to one's partner.

And let's just say, the closest she had someone like that is Ankit.

"Hi," Their moment is interrupted by Taehyung who gives a sharp look to Ankit.

She tilts her head, looking over to see his other members. Standing right around the corner. Frowning, she looks at him. "As far as I know, you aren't in this class. None of you except yoongi, right?"

Taehyung smirks, "Yes, care to join us for some coffee?"

She shakes her head, ready to refuse him.

"We helped you when you caught fever at the dead of the night. The least you could do is join us for a while, don't you think?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at her accusingly.

Wait a minute.

She and fever. And they were caring. Impossible.

Though her catching fever is possible. She ain't superhuman for goodness sake. But when it came to them, she can't help but be suspicious.

Are they planning on taking revenge? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows. But then they wouldn't call her for a coffee. She bets no one can even touch her in such a place, right beside a crowd and in broad daylight.

"Are you sure, you didn't hit your head somewhere?" She grimaces, not wishing to join them.

By now, Ankit had left to submit the entries to the teacher. Sadly, leaving her to deal with him alone.

At this, he narrows his eyes at her. Stepping closer, he brushes her curls, gently pulling it behind her ear. "In your case, I am hundred percent sure princess."

His actions had her stumble back, but damn his vampire speed to pull right back into her personal space like he owns it. The fuck.

Splaying her hand across his chest, she pushes him back. Albeit, she tried but no. The guy didn't even budge so she took a step back to maintain a distance. The action, only causing the man's grin to widen. "First, stop hogging my personal space. Second, stop forcing me. A no is a no, I am busy today."

Looking at Ankit, she sees him talking to her Music sir. "Ankit, let's go."

Ankit whips his head, smiling widely at her as he rushes to her. "Yea, I suggested your name for the upcoming competition. I hope, you win this. The prize includes a hefty sum of money."

Her eyes twinkles, "Oh wow, I hope to win this then."

Across them, Taehyung watches the interaction with a frown. He hates Ankit already, how dare he steal his mate? And how dare you to even talk to him after rejecting his offer? Ugh, he wants to cry and throw a tantrum. But sadly, that will only work on his mate's. Not his soulmate.

Before he could turn around and go away. She calls him back, "Hey, I think I can join you all."

"Really?" He looks at her excitedly, only earning a frown but he doesn't care.

"My lecture got cancelled so.." she shrugs nonchalantly, making sure he knows that she isn't doing it for them. Its just her using the offer for the spare time she has in her hands now.

And so here they were, at lover's delight cafe. A haven for couples like them, but Taehyung is left annoyed at the way his soulmate is looking around with a disgusted face. Even going as far as shuddering at the thought of them bringing her here out of all the places they could have brought her.

For a second, he thought his soulmate was anti-romantic. Other people can't get enough from praising it and she can't get enough from hating it.

"Erm," hoseok clears his throat, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Y/N what coffee would you like to have?"

"I don't drink coffee, tea would suffice." She hums, looking around as her feet taps on the floor.

They could almost sense her nervousness.

"Oh, so tea? We could have some donuts to go with them." Jin intervenes, hoping she likes his choice.

"um, I would have tea with no sugar. And as for donuts, I will pass."

Taehyung frowns at her, not knowing why she is not having sugar in her tea. Does she not like sweet things? Did he do a mistake? Ugh, so stupid. She looked at them as if they were someone worth to keep distance from. His soulmate. His very half part doesn't want to be in his presence. The thought was painful, it made his immortal heart beat with nothing but grief.

"May I know why you don't like sugar?" Yoongi speaks, his face neutral and devoid of any emotion.

"I just don't like it," She shrugs, piping their interest but refusing to add anything but a chunk of meat.

Namjoon nods, ordering what she wants without any further questions. While the others opted for a cup of warm blood, not that they could have anything else. The whole time, a painful silence was around. In-between, Hoseok and Jimin tried to start a conversation but they were dejected when their soulmate gave one word answers. Jungkook was so silent that he might not even be here.

Occasionally, Y/N did smile at them. But that's that, in that smile they didn't see any warmth. It was as if she was smiling out of pretence.

And it didn't help, when they saw her smiling so beautifully at someone who isn't them.

Yoongi, finally done with the cold atmosphere speaks up. "Jimin didn't lie when he said your our soulmate."

At his words, the whole table crashed into a deadly silence. Not that it wasn't already.

"Vampire can sense their mate through their blood smell. When Yuna attacked you, Taehyung knew that you were our soulmate." He explains further, as Jimin looks at Y/N. Almost nervously.

The Vampires were awaiting for her response, hoping that she didn't think it was them pranking her. No. They could never prank on their soulmate.

"What is this nonsense?" Y/N stands up, glaring at each one of them. "If you all are thinking you could fool me then your wrong. And If you think I will cheat on my soulmate then your in for a shock, I won't. And for a second, if you were my soulmate. I would be highly disappointed, you all don't even know to respect a women. Some of you won't even bat an eye before killing her. So, please. My soulmate won't be like you all, he will be more like Ankit."

At her outburst, Jimin's eyes darken. His fangs protuding, not liking how his soulmate is thinking about some other man. "Kitten, don't test my patience."

"We are your soulmate and you can't change that, on your birthday. You sure as hell will get our bangtan mark, The black rose." Namjoon scowls at her, dark eyes raking over her form with a devilish glint.

"You are ours, only ours." Hoseok confirms.

"Only ours to fuck and ours to claim." Taehyung growls,

"Only ours to keep." Jin hums.

"For the rest of eternity," Yoongi smiles.

"In every birth, your ours." Jungkook ends, their collective response earning a shiver from Y/N who was gaping like a fish.

This can't be happening.

No way, are they her soulmate.

Is the God dead or what? Her prayers are answered like this? She can't believe she got cheaters as her soulmate. The countless days of yearning gave fruit but what was the result. A bitter fruit. One that can't even be enjoyed, heck even be felt. The truth of it all felt so bitter on her tongue that she wants to throw it out, not wishing to even have a taste. Out of all creatures, she had to get this devils only. This monsters who cheated on her, with whom? Her roommate. Wow, just wow.

She laughs, clapping her hands. Fucking fantastic is her fate.

Her destiny.

She is to suffer like her mother only? Then, why did she even came to earth? She should have died at birth itself.

"No, I don't-t accept this." She frowns, her face torn in disbelief over everything, "Never."

And she ran. Not caring. Away from them. Away from this hell fate.

'Run Y/N. Run. Don't look back,' her mind yelled orders on her entire body that was quickly thrown into action.

Rushing out, she clasped her bag tightly; dashing straight into the crowd of people who watched on as she was being followed by the Vampires who screamed at her to 'stop.'

But she gave a deaf ear.

Her feet thumped on the road furiously, moving forward, her breath coming in small spurts, hot and nervous. At her sides, she could hear the baying howls of the Vampires and the looks of the people who watched on but she didn't care to stop and explain herself to everyone.

She would rather be damned than be caught by them.

Their words were ringing in her head, over and over like some mantra. She knows, if they catch her. There is no way out for her.

Just like her mother, she will have to live in a loveless marriage. And that too with cheaters,

Atleast her father wasn't a cheater. Guess, her fate is only worse from here on. But she was also stubborn, picking up a fight against everyone who thought that she would accept this fate.

She maybe naive, but she ain't a fool.

Fingers curled into sweaty fists, she hopes to trap some warmth from her dress, almost wrinkling it as she swung forward; her whole being yelling for some rest and air to breathe in. It's either escape or hell for her.

In a moment of being off guard, her feet plunged, giving up, almost tumbling her over as she barely manages to not touch the ground. She was trying hard to zip through the crowd in a zig-zag way, hoping to stop them from using their vampire speed. Lest they catch her and she doesn't want a repeat of hell. She has watched it, as an audience while her Mum was the centre of it all.

And now universe was playing a cruel joke, swapping her place from an audience to the main sufferer. Just great.

Her lungs and heart were pumping, but the air didn't seem to be enough as she stood for a moment, panic trembling in her exhausted limbs.

"I have lost my way." She mumbled, her voice coming off shaky. Almost pushed to its limit.

Where was her dorm again? Ugh, fuck.

Looking around, she watched everywhere to see any signs of them and was shocked to see Namjoon just a couple of feet away.

Quickly taking the left street road, she ducked, hoping they don't catch her. Every now and then, she looks back in fear; eyes analyzing for any danger,

"Women. Get out of the way," a voice yelled at her from behind.

Looking back, she saw a truck; only an inch away from her. In fear, her feet strutted as if a stone and the very next second she felt a harsh pull on her right hand, pulling her away from the street.

The action caught her whole body off guard as she lost her balance, falling backwards. Before she could hit the ground and hurt her head; a firm grip on her waist ensured by a benign grasp of someone's hand obstructed her.

Looking up, she comes face to face with her saviour.

"Tell me, why would my bodyguard find my Granddaughter in such state. That too, in the middle of a road." Her Grandpa's stern voice earns a shiver from her.

"Grandpa, I was scared." She spoke, truthfully. Not that she could lie to her Maternal Grandfather. He would catch her in an instant and she doesn't want that.

As soon as Rahul, the bodyguard found her, she was taken back to her Grandfather's house. To say he was shocked seeing her in this state, would be an understatement. He was furious, asking. No demanding her to tell the name and he will handle them.

Unlike her father, he loved her dearly. He was the wealthiest, someone who is feared as a business tycoon. His name was spread far and wide, she remembers how he even tried to fund her whole education. Wishing to send her abroad for studies but her father was like a needle blowing up all the balloons of her hope like they were nothing.

All he wants is for her to marry a guy who has a fucking Government job.

Ridiculous.

"Oh my lioness, who are you scared of darling? Your Grandfather is still alive baby, tell me. What happened?" At his kind words, she teared up. Even as she called him out, muttering 'Nana' like some chanting she speaks to get away from the dark. If there was anyone who made her feel safe then it was her Grandfather, how she wished to just hide in his arms. The world is too cruel for her. "My Mates aren't what I wished-d for," she hiccups, trying hard to explain her dilemma but failing miserably.

Chris looks at his grandchild, albeit painfully. Pulling her in his arms, he shushes her, patting her back. "No sweetheart, my strong baby. Nana will protect you, don't cry. Your my strong baby, right?"

She nods, hugging him tightly.

"Your mates, do you have more than one darling?" He pulls away, wiping her tears fondly.

Even though deep within he was already planning to burn down the entire city. He bets her uncles and aunts would gladly join him to punish everyone who made their beloved darling cry like this. Her mate's have to pay for hurting her like this, his precious baby.

"I have seven Vampires," She grimaces, shuddering at the thought of their words.

His eyes widen at the number. No way, this must be a defect. "And what did they do?"

Y/N looks up at him, her lips trembling as she bites on her lower lip to not break down. "If I wasn't their mate, If I was just a women. I don't think, they would even care." She taps at her throat, the fading lines of the fingerprint; a proof of how much she hates her destiny to pair her up with monsters.

"Don't tell me, one of them did this?" He growls, his wolf clawing to get out and rip that bastard to shreds.

Yes, he was a wolf. His whole family was and so was his daughter who was hated by his soulmate just because she was a werewolf. That sick bastard.

"They did," She looks up at him, tears cascading down her face.

"No, don't cry." He wipes her tears, brushing her face worriedly.

"Your gonna stay here and heal. Both physically and mentally. Understood?"

She nods, as he pats her back. Calling for a maid to accompany her to the room.

As soon as she leaves, Chris calls his friend. Spewing orders of suing that damned University which couldn't even safeguard it's student. This bloodsucking bastards, he hopes to drag the leeches into the court. Demanding compensation for the damage done to his grandchild.

One week passed in a blur for Y/N who spends her time doing nothing. Literally.

Thanks to her Grandfather, she didn't even have to go back to her university to give exams. He had pulled some strings to have her give exams online, from the safe haven of her room. No disturbance whatsoever. And she was happy that he knew what she wanted and took immediate action.

Holidays have started which meant she had some months before next year commenced. In advance, she has asked her Grandfather to let her exchange college to distant learning, to which he agreed almost instantly.

Her papers were ready, submitted and stamped with her new University's mark.

At her request, Chris even agreed to not say anything to her mother. She doesn't want her to worry, though her father still calls her for that marriage but now she just ignores his calls. Instead talking to her mother, even though she hates lying to her. Y/N doesn't have any option.

It was midnight.

The night resembling her emotions. Empty and dark, and yet in them she found the stars and the moon.

This days, she is feeling too lonely. Almost couped up in a bubble, she even hates to leave her room. Her anxiety was the one that had her take a drastic step of changing her college. She didn't have guts to go back and face them, much less look at them.

The clock struck 12:00 and she felt a prick on the back of her hand. Looking down, she watches the trail of black rose blooming across her skin.

Taunting her. Tainting her skin in inky blackness and she was left in nothing but broken hopes.

"Happy birthday, My baby." Her mother's voice speaks, as the women laughs off her grief.

"Mummy, I will call you in the morning. I am so tired-," She fake yawns, hearing her Mum whispering a sweet 'Good night, My heart's piece' and she sure felt her eyes tear up at that.

"I love you, Ma" She smiles when all she wished was to say 'I wish you were here'.

And that's when, they cut the call.

Acting excited even though she wasn't.

So their words were true. She was really damned for all eternity. She isn't sad, no. Disappointed, yes. Life always has a way to hurt. Guess, this one too was a cruel play of destiny. She hates how she has a mate who is opposite of everything she wishes in mate. Soulmate is supposed to feel like a gift from the God, her liberation

Her salvation.

Then why is she finding nothing except pure hell. Does a vampire know anything about human emotions? Are they nothing but food in their eyes? Vampires don't even bat an eye at a human until it's for satisfying their hunger. She can't accept a soulmate who resembles her father, no. She might be hopelessly in love, but she isn't blind.

Not like her mother.

She won't suffer, she had rather cut ties with them then keep them near and suffer for all eternity.

She can't forgive them for cheating on her. What right they have to claim her? She isn't an object to be claimed? She would rather die then let anyone stomp on her self-respect. Without her wish, even God can't push her to them.

Heck, no one can.

Taking a deep breath, she looks at the moon. It was a calm night, unlike her thoughts that seemed anything but calm. Like a lightning, it struck her heart. Ruining the pillars of love, the seeds she watered came off. Leaving nothing but a barren land in its stead.

Closing her eyes, she let's her tears drown her into a pool of sorrow. It came as a much needed relief, a silent scream to everything that didn't go her way.

Her heart was breaking, her hopes getting shattered.

She shuddered at the thought of the seven Vampires. Their words of claims, scaring her body of flesh and bones.

It made her want to run far away and hide. Her body trembling, her mind screaming to go away from all the red signals. She has heard that Vampires drink the blood of their soulmate, which means more pain. No, she can't take this.

She didn't ask for a love this painful.

"Wonder, why only I am damned?" She smiles, her skin cold to touch. Bare to the harsh wind that gave no mercy to the lonesome heart.

"Maybe, I should just die. Maybe I should," She hiccups, looking up at the Moon. Her balcony was filled with her tiny sniffles, the best day of her life turned out to be a living nightmare.

"Y/N, you will become sick baby. Get back in here." Chris sighs, pulling her inside gently.

Her skin was cold to touch. laying her down, he covers her up in warm blankets. He couldn't see her suffering like this, his heart couldn't take it. His precious grandchild was suffering alone, he knows she doesn't have any friends. From childhood, she was closed off. Not mingling with friends, not talking at all unless necessary.

She was a closed bubble, not trusting anyone. How could she? The one who she trusted the most was the one who betrayed her.

In her eyes, her father was her hero. But his baby had to suffer and see her perfect world break apart. This only led to her not trusting anyone else, she never accepted anyone in her heart. She acted cold so that people didn't see her broken self, but only he knew how fragile his baby is.

"Happy Birthday, My princess." He sighs, kissing her forehead.

Y/N looked oblivious, her exhausted form lulled into a dreamless state.

She woke up late today. Not that she minds but she was taken aback when she heard how her bath has been prepared. Her Grandfather having asked the maids to make her feel like a literal princess. It made her feel special, atleast the warm bath calmed down her nerves. Decked up in new clothes, her hairs were delicately unveiled and brushed to perfection.

Coming down, she was greeted by her aunt Felia and Uncle Philip alongside Chris.

"And here comes my darling," Felia hums, quickly coming to pull her into a warm hug. " Happy birthday baby."

"Happy birthday, angel." Philip bows down, earning a snort from Chris who smiles fondly at her.

"Princess loves me the most, after all I wished her after her mother." Chris smirks, enjoying the way his uncle glared at him.

"Oh you two, stop fighting. Now back to question, we are throwing a grand party for you and don't worry. We have made sure your parents don't know about it." She winks, making her laugh at the way she spoke. As if it was a top secret mission.

Oh how her childhood self would love to play along.

"Okay,"

"I brought this especially for your birthday." Felia takes her hand, slipping a emerald bangle across her wrist.

She smiles, loving it already. "Thank you, aunt. It's so beautiful,"

Felia nods, patting her head.

As they all start discussing about her party, Y/N sneaks out in hope of getting some alone time. With this in mind, she takes off to the mango fields right across the forest. Walking around, as she took in the serene place with a dazzling smile. For a fraction of second, she wonders what her soulmates are doing? Are they with Yuna? The thought was painful, it squeezed her heart to accommodate the fresh wound. It wasn't like they would like her?

She has always been called weird. From childhood she hated milk, not because of taste but because of a memory that she hates. Her father used to force her everyday to drink two glass of milks, even if she would throw up. He didn't backed up, she recalls the times she fought, cried and threw a tantrum. But nothing worked, it was as if all her pent up frustration was now on the milk which she hated.

Till now, she doesn't drink milk. Even if she tries to, she throws up. Her body just can't accept it.

But milk products are her favourite, cause they aren't included with her bad memories. She has pcod, which keeps her from getting regular periods. Her condition causes her to not have sugar, even spicy food. Her favourite is out of the domain. Cause then, she would have pimples all over her face which aren't pleasant at all.

She doesn't drink, doesn't smoke. She isn't even allowed to go clubbing and her family is extremely religious which means she isn't even allowed to consume any form of meat.

Not that she is complaining, she just thinks why would anyone like her like this. But she can't help but take pride on herself, unlike the girls of her age, she doesn't run behind the pleasures of life. She was someone who would wait for as long as she can to lose her Virginity. To her, the union of one's soul is more important than the physical aspect. And she hates skinship, like so much that she gets irritated when someone tries to do just that.

She isn't comfortable with just anyone to let them come this close.

"Oh, see. What do we have here?" A voice had her whip her head for the owner who stood across the tree.

From the looks of it, he seems a Vampire. The pale skin was hard to ignore.

"This is private property, get out." She speaks calmly, not giving away how scared she actually is. This Vampires are not at all trustable, last time Yuna literally sucked her dry and she doesn't want a repeat of that.

The Vampire sniffed the air, as a sigh escapes him. "What a divine smell. Do you taste as good as you look?" He clicks his tongue, licking his lips that had her look at him in disgust.

"You have a blood bank for that," She argues, looking around to find some escape route.

She hopes her grandfather comes around, the patrolling guards won't be too far away either. She just have to scream and that will do the work. Y/N smiles, knowing the whole area like the back of her hand. She has come this way so many times as a kid, that she knows where is the hiding spot and where are the guards. For now, the nearest guard should be around somewhere.

He snorts, "I had rather have it from source then"

She grimaces, what is he saying? Rolling her eyes, she hums at him. "Don't take a step and you will be fine."

The Vampire smirks, "I intend to drink your blood so that is not possible, My lady."

In a flash, he was near her. As her heart beat literally jumps back in surprise. Quickly pulling back, she screams as loud as she could. The vampire quickly covers her mouth, seizing her hand in a iron grip. Squirming, she tries hard to get away from him.

"Ugh, what the-" And just like that, the Vampire stumbles back with a agonizing scream.

She pulls away, gasping for breath. Horrified to see the guy writhing in pain, as his skin seemed to be glowing in deep orange. In just a matter of seconds, the Vampire gets reduced into ashes. Scared, the women stares in disbelief. Rubbing her eyes, over and over again to get the sight out. Maybe she was hallucinating? How the fuck did that happen?

"Y/N are you okay," She hears Rahul rushing towards her.

Shaking her head, the women tried to speak "He-e that,"

Her brain shutters, unable to comprehend the turn of events. Her breath came out heavy, as her lungs gave out. It was as if she couldn't breath. "Hey hey, calm down. Look at me, deep breaths Y/N. Its okay."

She tries. She really does but no the scene replays like a haunting song at the back of her mind.

And the last thing she remembers before losing her consciousness is Rahul's concerned look.

Yoongi was going mad.

It has been two weeks. Two whole weeks without his soulmate. Two weeks without seeing her or hearing her voice. His soul was hurting, it was as if he was on fire with nothing to qualm the burn of his heart. They were relentlessly trying to find her out but it was as if she wasn't even there in the first place.

Without her, the Vampires have been cranky and everyone was fighting. Trying to pin the blame on someone but alas, they couldn't push all the blame on one and be free of the guilt.

Currently Jungkook's Father is stuck in a legal battle with the head of the Adani's group. A case has been filed against the university, accusing them of not keeping the vampires in check. On top of that, the Chairman has asked for a sum of 100 million dollar as compensation for the damages done to the students.

The case was backed up by humans which garnered a hell lot of attention from the media. Vampires and Human's were hell-bent on calling each other out.

On top of that, Jungkook had stormed in with a pissed Jin. Calling each one of them for an urgent meeting.

The Living room was too silent for the seven of them, everyone keeping to themselves. Speaking less, and even staying away from their mansion. He has an inkling that the maknaes are doing their own search, not that he and Namjoon aren't doing the same.

But for now, his attention is drawn to Jungkook who by the looks of it, seems no less than a raging Bull.

Hoseok, starts first. "What is it?"

"Y/N changed her college, and on top of that. All her records are missing, including her personal address and phone number." Jungkook speaks, explaining out his dilemma.

Taehyung froze, not believing his soulmate would want to be away from them. Did they scare her that much?

Was she disappointed? Did she hate them? Oh how much he regrets for suggesting others for a coffee date. He was so excited to court her the traditional way but seems like, he was too ahead of himself. He shouldn't have been jealous of that guy she speaks to. And they shouldn't have scared her the way they did back then.

If not for him, she wouldn't have run away.

Only he knows, how scary it was. Watching her running away from them. And when they lost sight of her, it was as if all hell broke loose.

"What do you mean, all her records are missing." Namjoon fumes, as his jaws tighten in a burning hot rage.

Jin sighs, "Our University has a policy that once the student transfers, all their date and record will be deleted from the system. That means, tracing her will be next to impossible."

At this, Jimin stands up. "I don't believe it, ask her friends. Someone would have her number."

Yoongi shakes his head, "She doesn't actually, I have never once saw her talking to any of her classmates. Except Ankit."

At the mention of his name, all were tense. They hate Ankit, that much they know but if talking to him means getting back to her than they will do it.

"So you mean, this bracelet protects me." Y/N tilts her head, taking in the scrambling explanation of her aunt who came off to be scared of his Grandpa.

After she fainted, Chris went berserk. He only calmed down when Felia explained that the Vampire who tried to harm her died already. She has given her a special bracelet. As a witch, she knows how to use her powers for saving others. After knowing how some stupid vampires hurt her, she was already working on it.

The bracelet has a special connection to Y/N's thoughts. When it senses her to be in a danger, the bracelet takes immediate action which it did back then.

"You can't give her that, it's illegal. The community will be at our throats for this." Philip, her uncle was very much against the idea of having her wear this bracelet.

Felia fights back, "Atleast it protected her when all of us could not."

And that seemed to shut all of them.

It was evening by the time she was done watching a movie. Felia and Philip had left for work alongside Grandpa. She was bored, two months of holiday and she is already hoping to be back to work. It lets her mind keep itself busy, away from the thoughts of her mate's. But alas, her luck was never on her side.

Going towards kitchen, she looks around. Not seeing anyone, she comes to the conclusion that the maids have left.

Which means, she is free to make whatever without any of them insisting to make it for her.

It's not that she doesn't like them helping her, but the lessons she learned in her cooking classes have to be used somewhere. Her condition doesn't let her have anything too sweet, which was why her morning starts with a cup of warm water and some chia seeds.

Everyday she works out for atleast an hour, eating healthy and avoiding spicy food. Though someday, she does eat spicy food, cause well. She can't help the craving.

Deciding to cook, she takes out a pack of ramen. By the time it's done, she will have something to watch.

Keeping the flame low enough, she leaves for the living room. Going through some channels, to see what she could watch while eating.

Deciding on a horror movie, she hums.

Time flew by, as the night descends on the land. Her Grandpa had called her to let her know the venue of her birthday party. She was in no mood to celebrate, but still she tried to dress up a little. Choosing a white gown, she went ahead to do a little makeup here and there. Finishing it with a light nude lipstick.

Going down, she meets Rahul who escorts her right into the car and off they go.

Twenty minutes into the party, and she already has her eyes set on the food and the cake. Sadly, she had to stand beside her Grandpa and listen to the strangers talk. Sometimes, even nodding to let them know she is all ears. The venue was beautiful, it gave her royal palace vibes. And she is already in love with the decorations. Everything seemed perfect.

Her aunt had told her to invite her friends, but as she didn't have any. She refused.

Though, she did call Ankit. Even giving him an invitation. Which he accepted wholeheartedly.

He doesn't know that she changed university, though he did worry about her absence in the library. She waved it off by saying she was just enjoying holidays back at her home. And he did accept it, not prying for more.

"Are you bored?" Chris nudges her, as she shakes her head.

"No, just thinking."

"About what?"

She looks over the food section, "As to when will I get to eat all that."

Chris laughs, as she pouts. It's not funny.

"why don't you go and start, I hope no one will mind. After all it's your birthday." He pats her back, encouraging her to go and dig in.

Giving him one last look, she walks over to the food section. The waiters looking at her, and for a second she felt exposed. Not used to have any kind of attention. Gingerly she tucks the strand of her hair, twirling it whilst biting her lip.

"Y/N, do you need anything?" A man in his thirties, somewhat greets her.

She looks at him awkwardly, now who is this guy?

"Oh, my bad. I didn't introduce myself." He offers his hand, as she takes it in a greeting. "I am Thomas. Thomas Swan."

With that, he places a chaste kiss at the back of her hand.

"It's pleasure to meet you, Mr. Thomas." She speaks, as he nods at her.

Five minutes and she is still listening to Thomas explaining his business. The food is beside her and her stomach is growling. Which she hopes, he doesn't pick up. That would be more embarassing for her.

"I will be back in a minute," She pulls out an excuse, smiling to let him fall into her trap. Which he did.

"Okay, sure. I will wait"

And off she goes, huffing. Why does he has to wait near her food? Now how will she sneak around. Deciding to not think much, she moves towards the balcony. Fishing out her phone, she frowns. A message from Ankit.

Message- Sorry, something came up. But don't worry, your friends will be there in my stead. Happy birthday<

And now she is confused, which friends is he talking about?

Messaging back, she hopes he replies.

And he does.

Message- Taehyung and the others, aren't they your friends?

The fuck.

Don't tell her, he told them where she is? Oh fuck, oh God no.

Deciding to test the waters, she messages him about what does he mean by 'your friends will be there in my stead' she quotes it exactly how he did.

Message- I told them the place where your birthday party is there. Actually, they were worried about you? Why were you ignoring them because of a petty fight? It's okay if you don't tell.

Oh, this dumbfuck is gonna get her in trouble.

How she wishes to smack his head, again and again.

She has to leave. Now.

And there she rushes right out, giving a quick explanation to her Grandpa that she ain't feeling well.

"Should I come with you? Wait, let me call a doctor. You just go into one of the rooms above and rest. It's okay." Chris checks her forehead, but frowns when he doesn't detect or pick up any kind of sickness.

His wolf was sniffing, but nothing came.

While she was sweating, knowing her lying will always be caught.

"No, I want to go home Grandpa. I am tired."

Chris narrows his eyes, "What is happening? Tell me, and don't leave anything out."

She groans, throwing her hands up in defeat. "My mates are coming here, I don't wanna meet them. That's what is happening. Now can I go?"

Chris sighs, watching as she looks around like a deer caught in headlights. Her little outburst had garnered attention of few people.

"How much will you run? You have to face them someday."

By now, Felia and Philip also come along. Sensing the distress in the air that was hard to ignore.

Before she could speak, a commotion had her whip her head towards the direction of the entrance.

From the sea of people, she could make out a man she dreads to meet. Jungkook.

"Oh fuck," With that she rushes in the opposite direction, away from them. They are here. They are fucking here. Great, just great way of celebrating her birthday.

Climbing the stairs, in haste. She tumbles, slamming one of the room's door. Entering it, she goes to close it as quick as possible.

But a hand stops it, looking through the gap. She sees Jungkook, who is glaring at her.

Eyes red, and fangs protuding.

"Don't. You. Dare. Run. Away." He punches each word, forcing the door to open.

In front of his strength, she was hardly a match.

Stumbling back, she makes a beeline to go out into the balcony. But Jungkook was fast to catch her, yet again. Seizing her arm, he wraps his hands around her waist. Successfully trapping her.

"Let me go, right now." She fights back, trying to push him away.

Jungkook glares down at her, eyes taking in her form. "Never."

Only he knows, how much he had been beating himself up for the past two weeks. It was hell. Literal hell for him. She has no idea how much he had been desperate to find her. As soon as they got to know where she is, he was fast enough to leave. Rushing right here, only to smell his soulmate. It was pure ecstasy that had his vampire genes raging, wanting him. No demanding he claims her.

And the moment she ran, his instincts kicked off. No way, was he letting her escape now.

His eyes moves along her body, frowning when he doesn't find the soulmate's mark. "Where is your soulmate mark?"

"I don't have one." She bites back, making his frown deepen.

"Darling, you do have. Did you use makeup to coverup your mark?" He hums, looking down at her.

She looks away, refusing to meet his eye. "I am no darling of yours, you stupid brat. Just shut up and leave me the fuck alone, you dumbfuck."

At her insult, his grip tightens. "You are, and no one can change that."

Y/N glares at him, "I had rather die than have you as my fate. Listen closely, I have nothing to do with your cheating ass and who in the right mind accepts a guy who tried to kill her. Certainly not me."

Her words were a stab to his heart.

Before he could apologise for everything that went wrong, a furious hoseok enters into the room.

"Jungkook, give her space. Will you?" He snaps, at him. Not at all enjoying the way his soulmate is struggling.

And Jungkook does, leaving her in an instant.

Behind him, Jin and the others come up. Instantly met with her smell, which only confirms that she is their soulmate.

Before coming here, Namjoon had to literally face her Grandpa who threatened them. If they made her cry, than they could say goodbye to their soulmate. The thought of not meeting her was enough for hoseok to rush up and pull the maknae back.

They didn't want to give Y/N more reasons to hate them.

Jin is the first one to approach her, "Please, give us a chance to explain."

"I don't want to,"

It was yoongi, who had a hard time with her attitude. "Don't be childish."

Y/N laughs, "Childish, says the one who was cheating on me. You all can't even respect my choice, and that explains everything."

Taehyung frowns, "We want to apologise, We really didn't know that-"

She cuts him off, "Didn't know that your soulmate will found out, or didn't know that that you even have one."

Her words cut in deep, leaving nothing but hurt in its wake.

It was Jimin, who took the initiative and went down on his knees. Shocking everyone. "Please, forgive us. It was Yuna who fooled us, she used your blood as a way to get to us. We were stupid to believe her, heck she even tried to kill you when she came to know you are no longer giving her blood. That night, Taehyung found you and eventually we got to know about you."

Namjoon hissed, "We already caught that bitch,"

It was Jungkook and Hoseok who caught her, but nonetheless it was them who actually killed her. Giving her one of the most painful death but that was a story of another time. For now, his attention was on his mate who was looking at them with an accusing look. Not giving away any more emotion, while she seemingly takes in their explanation.

Y/N looks away, angry stare steering close to the wall "That doesn't give you a ticket to cheat. Before Yuna, how many women's you all fucked, huh?"

Yoongi snaps, "Do you even know Vampires aren't that lucky with mates, how the fuck are we supposed to know that we would meet ours?"

She can't take it.

She wants to scream, shout at them. They are justifying their cheating, telling what. That they thought they had little to no chance meeting her. She knows vampire live the longest, but that doesn't mean they act like a petty fuckboy. And from her anger and disappointment, stemmed guilt. Guilt that why she even saved herself for them. She should have enjoyed sex, fuck as many boys as possible. And she hates, she didn't. All her life she was nothing but a stupid wallflower. Awaiting for something who isn't even waiting for her was a painful pill to swallow.

Love isn't forced, even if it's from God himself.

Her father's word rang in her head, as her inner demons laughed at her. What did she think? Her soulmate would wait for her. Vampires live for a thousand years, so of course waiting was pathetic. She was ridiculous. A human and Vampire's ways are so different and yet destiny brought them together.

They can't understand the burning pain of longing, why would they? They had countless women to warm their bed. She was getting attention only because she was paired up with them.

Jungkook wasn't killing her, only because she was his soulmate.

Otherwise, why would he respect a women like her? She wasn't someone who can draw attention to her.

She is a liability. Nothing more.

"I was really a fucking fool to wait," And with that she rushes inside the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

It was Namjoon who rushed behind her, slamming his hand on the door. "Y/N, open the door."

Yoongi stood there, as her words rang inside his head. Haunting him. Did she regret waiting for them? Of course she did. Unlike them, she waited. Even though they had hope somewhere to meet their soulmate one day, they never did act upon that feeling. He could see from where she is coming.

It was jin, who pulled Namjoon back. "Give her some space, will you?"

Seconds after, they could hear the shower running.

Hoseok looks at the door, "Is she bathing right now?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to hear us," Taehyung's eyes were gloomy, his heart aching for his soulmate.

And so they waited, outside the door. Listening to the shower running non-stop. Namjoon had went down and explained Chris about the situation. And in return, he was told to have patience and wait. His soulmate tends to close up when she is overwhelmed.

Felia and Philip had, once again threatened to burn down the whole Vampire community if they saw them hurting even a strand of her hair. To which, Namjoon had swore he had rather die than hurt her.

Here, Yoongi was leaning against the bathroom door. Hoping to pick up anything but other than the water running, he couldn't hear anything. How much long does she intend to shower?

He was growing suspicious now.

Y/N sighs, her steps staggering. She was so hungry. But atleast she escaped the vampires who were very much hogging the bathroom door. If only they knew that the bathroom was connected to the other bedroom.

What a fool Indeed.

She was lucky, she chose that room.

She was totally drenched from head to toe. Not her problem, in haste of escaping, she switched on the shower head. She hates how her gown is sticking to her like a second skin, only making her more conscious.

Peering over, she sighs. Atleast the party was over.

Her Grandpa must have booked the whole palace for a night, which meant she can sleep in any room.

But for now, food it is.

Carefully looking around, she goes near the food section.

Half an hour later, she is humming in delight. The cake was delicious, so was the pasta. She ate two times already. She knows the combination of anger plus hunger is never good. But now that the problem is solved, she can leave. And no way is she going up, lest getting caught by them.

Instead she explores the palace, looking over the walls and the marble flooring.

Feeling sleepy, she went ahead to open one of the rooms close to her.

"My my, aren't you a walking temptation." A familiar voice had her her frozen.

Looking back she sees Thomas, the man whom she met in the party. And to say, he was checking her out had her shudder. What a creep. "Leave, you fucking creep."

At her words, Thomas growled. Forcing her to make a distance. He slammed the door close, locking it securely.

Her heartbeat rose, he was a werewolf. That much she was sure of, looking down at her hand. She cursed. The bracelet wasn't there. Oh now she remembers, she herself got the bracelet out. As it was not matching to her dress. Fuck, she was no witch like her aunt or a werewolf like her uncles. How is she supposed to defend herself?

Fear grips her heart, as her stomach churned. She was seconds away from throwing up.

"My Lady, care to join me," His voice sliced the air like a blade of a shovel, wrapped in brittle ice of autumn. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she looked at the man who has plunged her heart in terror. Even in darkness, his cold stare penetrates her body of flesh and bones.

Backing away, Y/N looks around for some escape.

The bathroom door was far away, she sure as hell won't succeed. But the balcony was just behind her.

Quickly rushing on her mind's orders, she is inches away when Thomas slams her back. Throwing her on the bed with a brute force. "You know, I was waiting for you. Guess, the waiting did help. The reward is exquisite."

He licks his lips, as she trembled. What a sick bastard.

Before she could stand up, Thomas had her arms locked. Pressing his weight to ground her, his other hand touched and squeezed her body. "Ah, bad girl. Escaping will only elongate your punishment."

Her eyes stung, she is gonna be raped.

His hands sneaked inside her gown as she thrashed violently. Pressing her thighs to stop him, "NO, HELP. GRANDPA,"

She screamed but was soon cut off by Thomas who smashed his lips on her. He cupped her vagina, as she cried out. Shaking her head to get him away but nothing seemed to help.

A distant sound of clicking was heard, followed by a sound of bats. She watches on as seven bats enter the room through the balcony. In a second, they were transformed into her soulmates. Namjoon rushes in, pulling back Thomas who was too lost to even care about the surrounding.

"You fucking bastard," Namjoon growls, throwing the man on the ground.

Y/N shivers, watching them beat Thomas black and blue. That bastard was already outnumbered. Their eyes were red, fangs protuding. Jungkook was the one who slammed him against the wall, hands squeezing his throat in a death grip.

All he could see was red. He wants him dead. He wants everyone who hurts his soulmate dead.

In a second, the cracking sound of his windpipe breaking was followed by his painful howl. Fucking mutt.

It was hoseok who approaches her, slowly. As if she was some fragile glass who will break any second.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He spoke softly, which only made her tear up more.

Painful sobs shook her body, as she hid her face in between her arms. At this, Hoseok's heart broke. His baby. Gently nearing her, he pulled her into his arms. And she didn't protest, instead she latched on it. Hiding her face in his shirt, while she shed tears.

His grip tightens across her, "It's okay, we are here. Your safe."

Jin who couldn't handle her sobs, went close to hoseok. "Darling, he is dead. Can you come towards me, I promise I will take you away from here."

He knew, this room wasn't an ideal place for her to sleep. And the dead body of Thomas was anything but a sight to see.

Slowly, she looks up at him. Nodding when he spoke of taking her away from here. "Daddy,"

He froze. Daddy.

At this, all of them perked up. "Y/N?" It was Taehyung who spoke. Confused at her choice of words.

Y/N frowns, "Daddy, want kissy"

Now even Namjoon had a hard time taking her words in. The women in front of them was different. She spoke like a kid, her voice being the same but her eyes. They looked more innocent, almost naive. The Y/N he knows wouldn't act like this at all.

Jin watches as she made grabby hands towards him, "Daddy, pick."

And he did, taking her in his arms. While her legs wrapped around him. Resting her head across his shoulder, she sniffles. "Cold."

And Jin understood what she meant by cold.

It was midnight. They just got done talking to Chris who explained her condition. Worried to death about his Granddaughter who didn't recognise him at all. Their soulmate was a little, and somehow the earlier incident with Thomas triggered her to go into headspace.

She was brought into their mansion, though they had tough time explaining her as to why they couldn't give her a bath or even change her clothes.

She had almost threw a fit, crying about them not loving her.

Yoongi's heart broke at her cries but they couldn't do what she wants them to do. Instead, a human. Particularly a women gave her a bath and dressed her up.

After bath, she demanded for some ice cream. Which was obviously refused by Jin who didn't want her to catch a fever. She threw tantrum, yet again but failed to accomplish the ice cream.

"Bad daddy, Stoopid." She points an accusing finger at Jin who gasps, hands flying over his heart dramatically.

"Daddy is good, not bad. He is beautiful, not stupid."

Taehyung laughs, enjoying the comedy all along.

All of them were gathered around the living room, looking at their soulmate with a fond look. From the past thirty minutes, she is pestering Jin to give her an ice cream. But no, hyung was stubborn. But sadly, their soulmate was not someone to back down. She stood her ground, trying to coax Jin to give up.

Y/N pouts, crossing her arms. "Want another daddy,"

Jin's eyes widen. "No,"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"YES," She stomps her foot, grinding her teeth in annoyance.

"Baby, he is bad daddy. Come here, I will give you cake." Jimin cooes at her, and that seemed to do the trick.

In an instant Y/N was rushing towards him, crashing straight into his arms. "Yes daddy."

"This is unfair," Jin huffs, as Namjoon laughs at the eldest who dramatically falls on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Jimin brings her into his room. Switching on the tv, with a random drama. He pats her head, "I am bringing your cake, until then you watch this. Okay baby."

She nods.

Following week was a beautiful dream, one from which Jungkook never wants to come out. Even though Y/N was still a little, she didn't leave any chance to make them happy. Always tailing behind Jin while he went to prepare food. Dressing up in Gucci with taehyung, playing songs with Yoongi. Occasionally singing. Reading princess stories with Namjoon. Watching movies with Jimin and hoseok. And then playing games with him.

They were also now blessed with human tastebuds, which means the food no longer feels like a poison. The first time, they got to know about this was when Y/N dragged Jin to eat with her. And the latter was helpless, but his eyes twinkled when he tasted the cookies. And now Jin was always in kitchen, trying some nor the other recipe.

Even though their main food was blood, but now he was happy to accompany Y/N while eating.

But deep down, he was scared? Someday she would come out of her little space, then what? Will she leave them?

The thought was painful, but he couldn't see her suffer like this too.

"Jungkook, go and wakeup Y/N." Jin calls out from the kitchen.

"Okay," And with that he rushes towards Yoongi's room.

Last night, she was with Yoongi. He knows cause they were present when she was tucked in by Jin. Namjoon reading some bedtime stories while the others joined her in the bed. Cuddling and showering her in kisses.

But what he wasn't expecting was Yoongi to be backed up against the wall.

While a furious Y/N stood across him.

"How dare you bring me here? Where is my Grandpa, tell me."

Jungkook's eyes widens.

She is back.

And she is bad.

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[princessviana]

Ensnared

Pairing: Yandere Kim Taehyung x OC(Yuna)

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

Synopsis: Yuna finds herself questioning her husband's love and fidelity. She becomes convinced that he has fallen out of love with her and is engaging in an extramarital affair. Adding to her distress, her husband refuses to acknowledge their relationship publicly and instead presents someone else as his wife. Despite the heartache, she chooses to stay by his side, hoping for a change. However, the question lingers: How long can she endure this situation before reaching her breaking point?

​They say that being in love is a beautiful and magical feeling, where two souls intertwine and create a bond that can withstand any storm.

But, why is it that in my case, it feels like something is missing?

My name is Yuna, Kim Yuna, a 26-year-old woman who is married to the one and only Kim Taehyung. He is not only the world's famous CEO but also a self-made model of his own modeling company, which goes by the name of "Kim's Fashion Empire." We have been married for almost two years now, but why do I felt like he was embarrassed to reveal me to the whole world,that he claims someone else as his wife that brakes my heart.

I don't understand how this happened, but he claims that our marriage is just a facade to protect me from his rivals. However, deep down, I can't help but feel that he is protecting himself more than me. There was a time when a reporter asked him about his rumored wife, and the whole world was eager to know who this lucky girl was. Many speculated that it could be a celebrity or an idol, especially Nova, who was working closely with him. We had countless fights over this, but he always managed to calm me down with his sweet words and promises to reveal me to the world as his wife.

The day finally arrived when he introduced Nova as his wife to the public, and it shattered my heart into a million pieces. What hurt even more was when the reporters asked for proof, and without hesitation, he kissed her in front of everyone. As I watched this heartbreaking scene unfold on television, tears streamed down my face, and my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. Meanwhile, our second-anniversary cake remained untouched, a symbol of the love we once shared but now seemed to be crumbling away.

When he finally came home, I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. We erupted into another argument, and in my pain and anger, I slapped him and pushed him away, forbidding him from touching me with his filthy hands. He had the audacity to try and kiss me, even after kissing that woman! But, being the foolish woman that I am, I couldn't think straight. I gave in to him once again, swayed by his sweet words, apologies, and manipulative explanations. He made me believe that he only did it to protect me from his enemies, who would stop at nothing to bring him down by using me as a weapon. And in my weakness, I allowed him to win me over, as he tightly embraced me, and I cried myself to sleep.

I know I may seem foolish and naive, but please don't be mad at me. I truly love this man with all my heart, and it's that love that keeps me holding on, hoping that one day, he will truly see and appreciate the love I have for him.

​...

​It was 8:46 a.m., and I stepped out of the car, a smile gracing my face. I adjusted my dress and held onto the lunch I had cooked for him. With a mask and cap on, I entered his company, always in awe of its grandeur. His intelligence and hard work had brought him to this position as the CEO of the number one top modeling agency, making him the most handsome man in the world. I couldn't help but feel immense pride in my man.

As I walked towards the receptionist, she greeted me with a warm smile, and I returned it graciously. Making my way through the VIP elevator, I ascended to his office. The sound of the elevator opening made me look up, and I stepped out, heading towards his office door. However, my smile faltered when I saw them again. Him and Nova, standing side by side, engrossed in conversation. I watched as they seemed to be getting closer, his smile widening as he listened to her. I didn't allow myself to dwell on negative thoughts and cleared my throat to catch their attention. They both turned towards me, and Nova quickly distanced herself from him, his smile fading as his eyes met mine. It had been a while since I had seen him smile like that, but not for me, for another woman. Was this a sign? No, I couldn't let myself think that way. I cleared my mind and approached his desk as Nova excused herself and left us alone, maybe for good. Ugh, why was I feeling jealous again?

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his face void of emotions, twirling his expensive and favorite pen between his fingers.

I smiled at him and placed the lunch box on his glass table, but my actions halted when he said, "I already ate lunch." I couldn't help but notice another lunch box on his table. Did he... no, Yuna, stop it. I cleared my throat, looking away from him, trying to control the hurt emotions that threatened to overflow and the tears that welled up in my eyes.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll just go," I said, not giving him a chance to respond, and quickly walked away.

I heard him call my name, and I stopped, waiting for him to burst through the door and stop me from leaving, but he didn't. This was new. He had even neglected our planned dinner date last night and hadn't given me a valid reason for canceling. But, being the understanding wife that I am, I didn't pester him and simply supported him, assuming it was for business. He had changed. My consciousness whispered these words, but I laughed them off, trying to stop myself from overthinking.

​.....

​"C'mon, Yuna, are you really that naive?" My friend Ria said to me in disbelief. I hissed and looked down, finally letting my tears flow as I cried helplessly in her comforting embrace.

I had decided to meet my friend because I didn't know what to think anymore about my situation. I poured my heart out to her, explaining his behavior towards me and the signs that maybe he no longer loved me. My friend suggested that perhaps he had been using me all along and that he was only staying because of my late father.

My father and he were close business partners, and that's how I met and fell in love with him. When my father fell sick with cancer, he made him promise to take care of me and love me unconditionally. But now, it seemed like the man my father entrusted me to was drifting away from me.

"This is wrong, what he is doing is wrong, Yuna—what the hell?" Ria frowned at me, and suddenly our attention shifted to the television in the cafe. Not only my friend and I, but all the customers in the cafe turned their attention to the TV. I struggled to maintain consciousness, gripping my friend's hand tightly, even though I could hear her hiss in pain. Right now, I didn't care. My focus was solely on the TV screen.

The reporter flashed a sweet smile as she updated everyone on how Kim Taehyung, my husband, was caught by a paparazzi in one of the most luxurious hotels in Seoul, dating his fake wife, Nova. My heart shattered once again, for the millionth time. Maybe there was no heart left to be broken in me anymore, considering the immense pain I had endured since marrying this man who had promised the world to me. He had promised to protect, cherish, and love me, but they were all sweet lies thrown in my face just to make me his submissive wife.

I saw adoration and that wide, charming smile that had once made me fall in love with him, now directed towards the woman he held at the waist in the picture displayed on the television. The reporter smiled widely at the sweet display, and everyone watching seemed oblivious to how much it was breaking me. He had succeeded in breaking me. Kim Taehyung, aren't you done? What have I done to deserve being made a fool of? I only loved and still love you, but why?

What's even more heartbreaking is that just two hours ago, he had informed me that he had an important meeting with Mr. Jung. Little did I know that it was just an excuse for him to meet his secret lover behind my back. I understand that he claims to be using her as a way to deceive his rivals and make them believe she is his wife, but this is too much. It's no longer about that. I can feel it, strongly. He has been cheating on me right in front of my face all this time, and I am the foolish one who ignored all the signs.

Pathetic. That's what I am.

​.....

​Kim Taehyung walked in with his fake wife, Nova, by his side, basking in the glory of the cameras flashing and capturing their every move. He proudly gripped Nova's waist tightly, wearing a proud smile as they made their way through the doors of the ball. All eyes were on them as they entered, and Kim Taehyung reveled in the attention. The compliments and adoration thrown their way only fueled his arrogance.

He had it all - money, fame, looks, real estate, and more. But the most important thing to him was his perfect little wife waiting for him at home. Despite his recent avoidance of her, he claimed it wasn't because he had fallen out of love. No, it was something else, something he couldn't quite explain. He knew he would go insane if she ever walked away from his life. There was an addiction, a need that consumed him.

The reason for his distance from his wife was the presence of someone in his den, someone who was interfering with his life. He needed to be careful and find out who it was. He couldn't wait to put an end to their existence for making him stay away from his wife. The thought of shedding blood excited him, and his fingers itched for that feeling of thick liquid on his skin.

He needed to discover the identity of the person spying on him before they found out who his real wife was, the woman he had sworn to protect. There were already three people he and his right-hand man, Jungkook, suspected. He was waiting for them to make a wrong move.

Amidst his thoughts, Jungkook leaned in and whispered to him, his fake smile still plastered on his face. "Mr. Kim, some paparazzi have captured pictures of you and Nova leaving the meeting at Veroza and claim that you were on a date. I believe madame has already seen it."

Anger coursed through his veins, and he clenched his teeth in frustration, but he maintained a forced smile for the onlookers. "Is she at the mansion? Don't let her leave under any circumstances," Taehyung demanded through gritted teeth. He was already on thin ice with his wife, and he knew his recent ignorance towards her had caused her to overthink, especially after what happened in his office earlier. Although a sick part of him enjoyed seeing her jealous and then reassuring her with physical intimacy, he knew he needed to talk to her tonight. However, he wasn't sure if she would believe him if he explained that he was only there for the meeting. His mind was in turmoil.

"Boss, bad news. Madam hasn't returned home," Jungkook began, but before he could finish his sentence, Taehyung angrily stormed out of the ballroom, his eyes burning with rage. Jungkook followed closely behind, and the guests and everyone present witnessed the scene, leaving Nova feeling embarrassed and alone.

​

​....

The two black sports cars raced through the busy streets of Seoul, disregarding traffic lights and causing chaos. Pedestrian officers and even the police were instructed to make way for the racing cars, as orders from higher authorities had come in to ensure their passage. The honking of the cars echoed through the streets, creating a sense of urgency and danger.

"Fucking track my wife this instance!" Taehyung's voice boomed through the earpiece, filled with anger and determination. His eyes burned with a murderous intensity as he accelerated, pushing the car to its limits.

"Jeon, you know what to do to that traitor. I will take care of

the lamb and my wife," he commanded through the earpiece, his voice laced with a deadly tone that instilled fear even in the young man who had worked for Kim Taehyung for many years. Nobody wanted to cross paths with Kim Taehyung if they valued their lives.

.....

​The dark alleyway remained eerily silent, with the cold wind whispering chilling thoughts to anyone who dared to walk through this part of the street. It had gained a reputation as a place where numerous murders had taken place.

"Where's the money?" the tanned, imposing man asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. His red eyes indicated that he had just finished using drugs. The man with the hood scoffed and handed over the envelope containing the money. The tanned man grinned, satisfied that he was about to receive the payment he desired.

Suddenly, eerie and painful screams pierced through the dark alleyway. The tanned man's right hand, which had been intact just moments ago, was now blasted off. He fell to his knees, writhing in pain and clutching his mangled arm. His screams intensified when he saw his fingers scattered on the floor, blood splattered all around. The hooded man stood frozen, unable to move, as he stared at the once-arrogant tanned man now kneeling before him, his right hand obliterated.

An eerie, manic laugh echoed through the alleyway, accompanying the sound of approaching footsteps. The hooded man felt a shiver run down his spine as he turned away from the lifeless body on the ground to see someone in the distance. The figure walked slowly, deliberately, towards them, continuing to chuckle in a dark and unsettling manner. The moonlight briefly illuminated the man's face, causing the hooded man to gasp and step back, only to slip in the dark pool of blood from the tanned man. He found himself face to face with the man's severed arm.

As the figure continued to stalk towards him, the hooded man could hear a deep voice speaking through an earpiece. "Thanks, Jimin hyung. I'll take it from here," the voice said, followed by another chilling laugh directed at the hooded man's terrified expression. The figure crouched down in front of him, a sick smile on his face, and looked down at the lifeless body on the ground. The blood continued to flow from the man's severed arm, creating a macabre image akin to a faucet running.

"You should just mind your own business, young man," the man's deep, menacing voice echoed as he stared at the hooded man with madness in his eyes. The hooded man shook his head, wanting to plead for his life, but no words came out. He was too terrified by this man, this angel-faced monster who had just committed murder and laughed about it.

Before the hooded man could react, a knife sliced through his neck, catching him off guard. He choked on his own blood, desperately clutching his throat as blood gushed out. He tried to scream, but his cries were muffled as the mad man repeatedly pushed the knife into his mouth, silencing him. The man's famous boxy smile widened as he spoke.

"And these eyes too," he said with a sickening smile, proceeding to carve out the hooded man's lifeless eyes. Blood splattered everywhere, but the man only found amusement in the gruesome act. He continued his sadistic torture, chopping off the hooded man's hands, reveling in the pain he inflicted.

Once he was done with his never-ending torment, he stood up, his handsome face twisted with a wide smile. In the distance, a booming sound echoed, as if something had been obliterated in the faraway distance. The man laughed again upon hearing it. His earpiece buzzed, and he heard the voices of Jimin and Jungkook.

"Boss, it's done," they said.

A wide, chilling smile spread across the man's face as his eerie laugh resonated through the eerie alleyway, accompanied by the two lifeless bodies lying before him.

"Now, where are we again?" he asked himself, pretending as if he had done nothing wrong. "Ah, yes, to my beautiful runaway wife," he chuckled. "Time to bring her back home."

He walked away, humming an eerie tune, leaving behind a trail of darkness and terror.

.....

Jungkook and Jimin stood together, watching the burning building as firefighters and police worked to control the fire and keep civilians away. The cries of family members and fans of Nova, who were likely among the victims, filled the air. Jimin casually ate a burger, seemingly unfazed by the tragic scene unfolding before them.

"That man is really crazy for his wife, willing to burn the world and kill for her," Jimin commented between bites. Jungkook scoffed and looked up at the dark sky, now surrounded by thick smoke.

"May heaven help her escape his madness," Jungkook whispered, his voice filled with concern. Jimin overheard and laughed in response.

"I wish the same, but based on what that man has done, he's deeply obsessed with her," Jimin added before groaning and clutching his stomach. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking down at Jimin.

"What? Are the dead seeking revenge on you already?" Jungkook mockingly asked, bursting into laughter. Jimin shot him a deadly glare.

"Shut up," Jimin retorted.

After a while, both Jungkook and Jimin decided to leave the scene, leaving behind the aftermath of destruction and tragedy.

.....

Ria sighed sadly as she observed her sleeping friend in bed. Tears stained her cheeks, and her eyelashes were still wet from crying. Ria leaned against the doorframe, worried about her friend's future. She was broken by her husband's betrayal, and it had brought her to a state where she cried herself to sleep.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass interrupted Ria's thoughts, causing her eyes to widen. Was someone breaking into her house? She quickly ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and feeling her heart pound with adrenaline. She looked around the dark surroundings, then dashed back to the bedroom where her friend slept.

Locking the door, Ria didn't realize that the intruder would only laugh at the thought that it could stop him from getting what he wanted all along. Yuna stirred in her sleep and groaned as Ria shook her to wake her up. But when Yuna saw the fear on her friend's face, she immediately became uneasy and scared, sensing that something was wrong. Her eyes widened when she noticed the knife in Ria's hand.

Ria shook Yuna's shoulders, trying to get her attention. "There's someone in this house," Ria said, her voice trembling, which only made Yuna clutch the bedsheets tightly.

"What do you mean?" Yuna asked, still bewildered by the situation.

"Hush. There's someone who broke into my house," Ria replied, but before she could finish her sentence, someone banged on the door, causing both of them to scream.

The banging continued, and a scary, deep voice resonated from the other side of the door, a voice that both of them recognized all too well. "Open the door, babe," Taehyung's voice rang out, filled with anger. Yuna looked at Ria, shaking her head in fear. She had witnessed Taehyung's anger before, nearly seeing him beat a man who had flirted with her to the brink of death.

Ria gulped and hugged Yuna tightly, glaring at the door, which was seconds away from being forced open. When it finally burst open, Taehyung stood there, his heaving form and the darkness surrounding him instilling fear in Ria. But she remained strong for her friend, gripping the knife tighter.

Yuna shook her head, afraid to face her furious husband. Ria widened her eyes, finally taking notice of Taehyung's appearance. He was covered in blood, as if he had bathed in it before coming to find his next victim.

"Hand me over my wife now," Taehyung demanded, struggling to control his urge to harm the woman who had influenced his wife to leave him.

Ria stood her ground, gripping the knife tightly. "Stay away from her and leave this place! Or else, I will call the police!" Ria screamed, attempting to scare him away. But a cold fear ran through her spine when Taehyung only laughed and took short steps toward them.

"Busan, at xxx address," Taehyung said blankly, smirking at the terrified female. Ria's eyes widened, filled with horror. No, he wouldn't.

"Oh, I would," Taehyung said, seemingly reading her mind as he chuckled and stopped just an arm's length away from them.

"Don't touch them!" Ria suddenly screamed, causing Yuna to startle and look at Taehyung, making eye contact with him. He smirked, opening his arms as if inviting her to take them, but she shook her head, overwhelmed by fear at his appearance. She felt an urge to vomit.

"Now, wifey, come here, or else more people will be killed today, hm? Let's not make it worse," Taehyung taunted.

Yuna's eyes widened in fear, and she cried out loudly, trembling in terror. This man was a monster. How could he do this?

Ria stood there, paralyzed with fear, accidentally loosening her grip on the knife, which fell to the ground. She looked down in defeat. Her family's lives were on the line, and she felt powerless.

Taehyung saw this as an opportunity and grabbed his wife, who screamed and struggled to break free. Annoyed, he punched her in the face, gripping her hair and punching her again. Yuna lay unconscious after those two punches, and Taehyung sighed, picking her up.

Suddenly, Taehyung stopped in his tracks and looked back at Ria, who had remained quiet throughout the ordeal.

"If I were you, I would stay the fuck away and never come back," he threatened one last time before walking out of the house with a proud smirk on his face.

However, guilt flickered in his eyes when he noticed the bruise on his wife's beautiful face. He sighed again.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had just behaved,"

he mumbled to himself as he placed her in the backseat and drove away, taking his wife back to his cage, waiting for her. He was sure this time he wouldn't let her leave him again. He had gone crazy for a day when she left him, losing control in front of the party and the cameras that captured his every action and shared it with the media and his fans. It was all because of his wife. God, he didn't know what would happen if she managed to escape his grasp.

...

The guards quickly opened the giant gates as they saw the fast-approaching black car racing inside. The car came to a stop and parked perfectly in front of the gold and white mansion. Taehyung stepped out of the car, still dirty and disheveled, but his undeniable handsomeness remained. He ignored the wide-eyed gasps of the maids as he swiftly walked to their room, carrying his still unconscious wife.

After cleaning himself and his wife up, Taehyung stood on the balcony, puffing on his cigarette and closing his eyes. He chuckled at his thoughts, then glanced at his wife and the handcuffs binding her to the bed.

He left the room and made his way to his study, situated in a far corner of the mansion. Sitting down in the chair, he turned on the TV to watch the news about the still-burning building where he had been just hours ago. His name appeared on the screen, along with Nova's picture. He laughed as the reporter offered condolences to him and the woman's family, scoffing at their sympathy. He poured himself a glass of wine, smirking at the situation.

"You can come in," he said, and the people outside the door entered. They marveled at how he could sense their presence even without looking. Well, it was to be expected when there was always a paparazzi tailing him.

"Boss, we successfully eliminated all the people at that event," Jimin said, playing with his gun as he slumped on the couch, closing his eyes. He still felt the pain in his stomach after eating the burger from the event that they had blown up, killing everyone inside. Jungkook sat quietly at the far end of the couch, his face stoic.

...

Taehyung twirled the alcohol in his glass and looked up at the two. "I can see that," he smirked, his gaze shifting to the TV screen still displaying the burning building. The sight brought a creepy smirk to their lips. They had grown just as mad as their boss, even if they didn't admit it.

...

Yuna stirred in her sleep, attempting to soothe her aching jaw. But when she felt restraints on her hands, panic washed over her, and she let out a surprised yell upon realizing her wrists were handcuffed to the bed. "No! What is this?" she exclaimed, tugging on the restraints in a panic. Her fear intensified when a dark, dominating voice filled the room, though she couldn't see its source due to the darkness.

"You really think you can escape from me, my love?" the voice asked, madness swirling in its eyes as it looked at Yuna, his prized possession, who began to cry.

"Since the day you married me, you have become mine, forever tied to me whether you like it or not," the voice continued. It stood up and slowly crawled onto the bed, causing Yuna's panic to escalate. She cried out in fear as the figure loomed over her, kissing her cleavage and neck. It was then that she realized she was only in her undergarments, making her feel vulnerable.

"Stop!" Yuna yelled, but her voice was muffled by the sudden, harsh kiss that silenced her. Her husband devoured her lips as if it was his last.

Yuna spent the entire night crying helplessly as her own husband forced himself on her, claiming it was an act of love and asserting his ownership. But for her, it felt like he was raping her soul. She hated herself for being powerless, unable to stop the repeated assaults. As exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she teetered on the edge of consciousness, she heard him whisper in a dark, chilling tone, "You are mine, forever and ever, and no one can change that." He devoured her lips once more before darkness claimed her completely.

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[hyuuukais]

me: oh my god i need to drink my jungkook coffee i bought less than a week ago before it goes bad-

the jungkook coffee: best before april 2024

#lakes thoughts #i can't even always drink coffee i bought this for jungkook #I DON'T EVEN LISTEN TO BTS THAT OFTEN 😭😭😭😭 #something possessed me

[nemjoonsart]

JUNGKOOK for CALVIN KLEIN 🌸

#bts #jungkook #bts art #bts fanart #jungkook fanart #jungkook x calvin klein #jk x ck #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #park jimin #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #min yoongi #kim seokjin #my art #me for the last eight straight hours : 👁️👄👁️ #girl something possessed me i don't know what #i mean i do know what it was the spirit of thirst but idk why none of the other thirst inducing things jks been doing triggered it #i'm not going to look a motivation horse in the mouth tho so here it is #speedpaint to follow #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bangtanarmynet #networkbangtan #i think one or both of those might be on hiatus #oh well #artists on tumblr