#servant kim taehyung

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Bound By Blood (m)

synopsis: A servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. These are the conditions that have granted you life, yet are they are the same ones that can take everything away. He can take everything away. But he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.

k.taehyung x f.reader

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: wc: 16.0k

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: genre: royalty au, soft yandere, fluff, smut, smidge of angst

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: content: soft yandere!prince!taehyung, maid!reader, power imbalance, talks about death/violence, blood, slight predator/prey dynamics, manipulation, misunderstandings, dom!tae, tae calls reader lamb, oral (f.receiving), marriage related dirty talk, virginity kink/loss of virginity, size kink, praise, reader is fucked dumb, implied kissing reader while she sleeps, implied offscreen somno, implied stalking, ownership, tae is rlly sweet and adorable

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: notes: hello!!! this was meant to be a drabble but as you can see it spiralled out of control lmao. i got a little hyper fixated (and grew a really bad crush on this taehyung) so it ended up being way longer than i initially thought! regardless, i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it!!

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

The Kim Empire. 

Your home, your family, your livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

They practically brandish your mind, have been since you were no more than a babe. Stuck in the clutches of everything Kim since you were born. Your mother a maid, your father gone from the face of the earth. At least as far as you are concerned he is, anyway. 

He is better off dead. The alternative of him living scott free in some far off land, meanwhile you have to serve the hand and foot of the king sets no more than the bitter taste of coffee beans against your gums. 

Bedding your mother, no more than a fresh-faced maid at the time. Outcasting her the second after when he had to have known the rules of the palace. The demise it would cost both her and her future daughter. Perhaps every generation that followed as well– if there were to be any, that is. 

Housestaff are not meant to have relationships. They are meant to serve the king and his bountiful family. How are you meant to do anything else with a child bouncing at your hip, a husband grabbing at your ass. 

You’ve heard the speech plenty of times. The words ingrained in your skull just as the brand you received when you were far too young to remember the pain of it. Evidence that you are bound to the palace by blood until the very moment you take your last breath. 

The punishment for becoming pregnant within the walls of the palace are simple: your child belongs to them. For anything within the Kim Estate is their rightful property, given to them by the grace of god. 

You, a gift from god to serve the empire. You would snort at the notion if training from a young age prohibited it. You are just a result of your mothers kindness, her naivety. 

You could never find it within your heart to blame her. She was just a girl who thought she was in love. Fired for her love. Had her daughter taken from her to serve for her love.

Love is something you will never be granted the property of. 

You will be granted an allowance to send home to your mother to keep her afloat. You will be granted a room to sleep in, clothes to wear, food to eat. A secure job in which you can never be fired– well. That is a lie. Though, your termination would come at the end of an axe, rather than a piece of paper. 

You used to muse at the thought– when you were a young girl, no more than 11 or 12. Going through your melancholy years, hating the rest of the world for simply existing. For putting you in a position where you could not change your fate, instead had to endure your present. Feeling like a  girl trapped in a tower just like the bedtime stories had always prescribed. 

One time you had caused such a ruckus in front of the oldest Kim son you really did think you were going to get the axe. Hell, you were even prepared for it. Locked away in a cell for two nights, brought before the executor. 

Right before the swing was meant to be brought down against your neck the head maid ran into the room, gave some sort of letter to the man. She apologised profusely, gripping your ear and dragging you away from the scene. 

You hadn’t acted ary since then. It taught you your place. Made you realise the need to survive buried deep within your bones. In the innate way some sort of wildcat would lash out until it was bloodied and on its last breath. 

You would not die at the end of a knife. You’d live your life, acting a maid until you could die peacefully of old age. Even if it meant surrendering yourself to servitude for the most annoying brat you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

A quiet sigh slips past your lips at the mere thought of him. The sound would get you punished if anyone were to hear, especially in respect to the coveted crown prince of the kingdom. Few share the same opinion as you of him– but then again most that work here aren’t forced. 

It is only when the stars are strung high in the sky that you allow yourself to feel such things. When you stay awake past the beginning of rest hours, most of the staff (save for the night shift) falling to sleep hours prior. Only then when you’re out in the gardens do you allow indignation to satiate your brain. 

For the few hours of freedom you may hold dear until the next morning begins and you are forced to live the same day once more. Over and over again until the end of time. 

Your fingertips reach out as you walk, bruised from the scrubbing of floors, to find purchase against the walls of flowers rimming the maze. Rough fingertips dance against the gentle petals of roses, lulling in the feeling. Picking themselves against the thorns without much of a thought, not withdrawing. Only pausing feet to observe. 

How can something so delicate and beautiful wish to cause harm? It does not. It simply desires a way to survive. You could never fault it for that. 

“Pretty, are they not?” A dark, husky voice sends cold down your spine. Hairs become on edge, back straightens taught, ears perk just as if you are an obedient dog. Fear flashing through your entire being.

You do not wish to turn around. Do not have any want to face the man that has caught the air in your lungs. The one catching you in the garden without any proper attire in place. Though you must. You must bow, grovel at his feet for forgiveness for allowing him to see you in your nightgown. For not being in bed as you should. 

Prince Kim has never been known for being kind. 

Your body acts for you while your mind sets on pause– taking several steps forward, bending your body at the hips to give a proper 90 degree bow. Your hands clasp before you, hair coming down in front of your face. 

“Prince Kim–” You rush, suddenly out of breath, “Please forgive my insolence. I-I am not of right attire or mind to be standing in front of his excellency right now. Nor should I be excused for touching the property of the palace. I have no proper excuse and any punishment you decide will be deserving. Please forgive me.” The words recite from your lips like a bible– instruction of them being heard time and time again. 

Cold night air whips at your ankles, fluttering the gown around your ankles. The chill only adding to the cold sweat you’ve discovered has perspired. Making your hair dance around your shoulders.

You expect something, anything really. A slap, a single word. Though there is only silence in response. Silence that extends far too long and feels far too pungent for your taste. If he was going to do something, you rather he just get it over with. 

After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the baritone of his voice once more.

“Pretty, are they not?” He asks again, repeating the same sentiments as before. Confusion bristles through as a kite in the summer air. Why is he asking you this? Is he not annoyed he caught a maid in such a level of disrobement? What is he trying to gain? What does he want? 

All the questions you do not have any hope to answer rush through you causing you to feel confused and incomposed. Every boring lesson you were forced to sit through never taught you how to deal with this exact situation. You aren’t sure what he wants, nor your place in the garden. The thought scares you. 

Against your better judgement, you allow your chin to tilt up only slightly. Only enough to look at the man– to try and read the expression on his face so you can better analyse your next action. 

The shock you feel when you find his face is only inches from your own, frame bent down to make his eyes level with yours is something you cannot explain in words alone. 

You would prefer to scream and run, however that is not an option at this moment, or so it appears. Instead, your eyes only widen in shock, in trepidation. Your mouth opens into a small ‘o’ as you stare.

Never before have you made eye contact with a member of the family. Never before have you had the luxury to view one so close. In any other circumstance, you suppose, you would surely be punished for such a thing. Someone lower should never view a future king in such a way.

You wish you could say he was a heinous, ugly beast for hatred of the palace alone. Yet you can’t, for he isn’t. He is beautiful. 

Sure, you knew that already. Paintings of him are plastered across the walls– his face is everywhere eyes are able to reach. Yet this close, at this angle, you can’t stop the way your heart skips a beat. Can’t help but admire every facet of his complexion before being thrown in front of the lion again. 

A gorgeous, blinding smile wipes across his face the moment you face him. Lips forming into an adorable box after he finally has your attention fully drawn on him. You’re startled back once again, sending your brain into a further whirlwind than before. 

He desires an answer.

“I um… Yes. I suppose they are.” You nod slowly in response, following in his footsteps as he returns to full height. 

You must follow his lead– it is how you will survive. 

You usher a stray lock of hair over your shoulder, trying to stop it from hitting your face. The air starts to become stale again, feeling empty in the lack of his reply. It is awkward, and the way he stares at you, eyes darting around your face– your figure, has you feeling in some sort of girlish, embarrassed way. 

You think you dislike the feeling. 

“Are you a fan of roses?” His arms are pulled behind him, wrapped together as he bounces on his toes in something that looks like… boyish delight? The muddle of your brain can't help to understand a single thing. He is making no sense, trying to make conversation with you. Trying to find a morsel of companionship in someone who is meant to bow to him like he is the true god of your mortal plain.

You will have to oblige until he allows you to depart. 

“I suppose so.” 

He frowns. Try again.

“I adore them, the palace always has the most gorgeous petals all year round.” You smile at him, hoping it masks any discomfort you feel. 

The smile returns to his own lips as he begins to walk. Tilting his head to you as a cue to join him. You try to keep your paces a few behind his own, a maid should never walk beside a member of the family. Though he only slows in response, matching your gate even though it is obvious he hates having to slow down. 

Why is he behaving in this manner? It makes no sense to you. 

“The flower of devotion.” He nods, breaking the silence once more and keeping his eyes straight ahead. 

You almost want to admire his profile– the gentle curve of his nose, yet you refrain. Training your eyes ahead, keeping your fingers laced in front of you. Trying to look as put together as possible at this moment. 

“Is it?” You quiz, unable to take the awkward silence anymore. He doesn’t seem to mind it. Unbothered, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose, flowing sleep pants. 

“Of many other things, as well.” He nods, sending a slight smile at you. 

“I don’t know much about the language of flowers.” Though it feels wrong to be talking with Prince Kim so casually, you try your best. The more you give in, mayhaps the sooner he’ll bore and the faster you will be able to run from the cage. 

“Tell me your favourite, maybe I can tell you its meaning.” He pauses and you find yourself at the foot of the gazebo. He reaches out his hand, offering to help you up the small stairs of it. 

All over again you find yourself taken aback. The prince is requesting that you touch him, not for his service, but your own. He desires to help you. Is for some reason treating you like a lady. 

You don’t understand it, yet with great hesitation you oblige. You place your hand on his much larger one, allowing it to encase it. Help you up the stairs.

“I don’t know many…” You hope he cannot hear the hesitation in your tone, “Though I’ve always been fond of lilies.” You tell him, attempting to pull your hand away from his own as you reach the top. 

He doesn’t allow it, keeping your small palm tight in his own. Fear trickles in once more, circling around your heart, constricting it. 

You knew you shouldn’t have trusted him in the slightest. It is here where you shall face punishment for all the previous misdemeanours committed. White stone shall be painted with red and you will be left to your own devices to clean up the mess.

Your lungs start to take in more air, though of course you try to disguise it. Turning around to face him, to discover why he has kept you held firm, air is leaving your lungs for another reason entirely. 

He holds your hand close, examining your fingers. Tilting it back and forth, smoothing his thumb over the back of your skin. If he takes note of the little dots of red, he doesn’t make comment of it. He only curls his fingers upwards, hooking against your own. Bringing your hand up to his lips as if it was the most delicate thing on earth. Staring at them with a passion you doubt you’ve ever seen before.

“Rebirth.” His breath fans across your knuckles, slowly lowering to place a gentle kiss against the skin. His lips are soft, so gentle against your weary flesh. So full of safety, so full of song.

When he retracts, he pulls away no more than a millimeter, though his grip tightens. 

“Purity.”

Your first meeting with the prince had left you with a flurry of emotions, none of which you could hope to syphon through. For hours he kept you in the gazebo, sitting with you. Talking until it appeared the sun was cresting over the horizon. 

He refused to release your hand the entire time. His fingers playing with your own, perhaps obsessed with the feeling of your tiny hand laced with his own pristine skin. Did not pay any attention the several times you tried to excuse yourself, only changing the subject of conversation to try and keep you in place.

It was strange. Confusing. You did not understand the reasoning or cause behind any of his actions. 

Well, at least until the next morning while you were scrubbing the floors. Your friend Annabell cleaning right by your side. Catching up, gossiping about the new recruits found in the manner. It is only times like these when you actually get the chance to talk, to giggle with someone meant to be your equal in both age and house status. 

The only chance you’re truly able to forget about the fact she is able to leave once her contract expires. But it does not matter– any small amount of spite you hold is slashed away by her kind smile. The understanding in her eyes as she treats you like just another maid set to work for the king instead of a captive. 

It is only after the 7th yawn of the morning she asks about the poorly covered bags under your eyes. You had gone to bed with the rest of the girls, there is no reason you should be so tired. You never appear to be, at least it is not shown around others.

You struggle with yourself for a moment, trying to decide whether the night before was meant to be kept as a closely guarded secret to your chest. Yet one look at your closest confidant had you spilling everything. 

The entire night– the stars, the flowers, the way he prattled on. How tight he gripped your dirty, calloused hand against his pristine soft ones. 

You feel strange speaking of it, remembering it in any way. It causes your cheeks to heat and a fury to settle below your ribs. 

It is a strange feeling, yet not an entirely unwanted one. 

Your eyes train to the floor as you spill your soul, unable to keep it in once it starts pouring out. You try to keep your tone as neutral as possible– to tell her about the night as if it was a simple news story you heard from a guard. Though, you’re unsure of your success in the matter. 

A poised laugh leaves the lips of your counter, her eyes cresting into half-moons. 

“You cannot be serious right? You tell stories.” She giggles, shaking her head before continuing her assault on the floor. 

You simply shake your own. 

“It happened, I was as shocked in the moment as you seem to be now.” She lets out a small bellow of giggles once again. 

“No, no. I believe it happened entirely. I’m only talking about the fluster of your face.” She giggles, lifting her rag and shaking it for dramatic effect. You roll your eyes, cracking a small smile.

“There is no such thing.” You laugh knowing that there is. 

“Oh my heavens. Y/n, you cannot tell me you’ve grown fond of the Prince, have you?” Her words are hushed now, much more so than before. As if someone may be listening to the conversation. 

You tense in reply, unsure of the answer yourself. The closest you’ve ever felt to fondness of another man was a stable boy a few years back. Only 17 at the time, head wrapped in romance novels that you didn’t entirely understand. He was handsome and he was kind. However just as you were starting to become closer to him, he was sent away to work at another palace. 

You had not been optimistic since then.

She takes your silence as an answer in itself. Moving towards you, gripping your shoulders and hauling you to sit on your haunches. Forcing you to look at her face as she speaks. 

“You cannot be serious.” She repeats again, hoping for any sign of doubt. All she receives is bewilderment in reply, “Y/n. You can never trust Prince Kim.” 

You sigh, “I know, Anne, I–” You’re cut off with her own voice again.

“No, not in the way you’re imagining.” She sighs, letting her hands drop from your shoulders to continue scrubbing at the floor. Making work of herself as she speaks, “The other maids don’t tell you of much, do they?” 

You can’t deny it. Your seclusion within the castle walls is only partly of your own design. 

Other maids do not feel as though they can trust you, seeing as you are full property of the crown. In their eyes, you hold not a crumb of loyalty to your own kind. Few maids speak to you like Annabell does for fear the second they say anything wrong you are going to tell the world. 

You would never, though your word is worth its weight in feathers to them.

“They don’t care for me as you do… no…” You admit, continuing to clean as well. She already knew the answer, letting out an exhale before she speaks.

“Prince Kim has a pension for… debauchery… I shall say,” She flinches at her own words, yet doesn’t know a better way to put it, “The variety in which he uses pretty words to seduce young ladies to bed with him. Royalty from other lands, general’s daughters, maids. It matters not. He likes them for the night then pretends they shall never exist again.” 

Each word she speaks sends another stab into your gut. A dull pain blooming from the same places which a swirling was forming before. 

Ah. It all makes sense now. 

“Oh.”

“He has a particular fondness for the other maids, you know. Bedding them without a second thought.” A grimace forms on your friend's lips, scrubbing harder into the already shining floors, “There is no reason to form any sort of affection for that man. It will only end with his seed inside your core and a knife in your heart.” 

Yes, everything she is saying makes perfect sense. You feel almost stupid to not see it before. Maybe you just didn’t want to see it– want to think about it in any sort of fashion. But this makes much more sense than the crown prince wanting to speak to you for any other purpose. Explains why he was acting as a true gentleman to someone so much lower than him. 

However, you find that it does not take away the cavernous pit that has formed in your gut. 

“I see, I have no desire for either.” You nod your head in understanding, not sure of what else to say. “I don’t understand why he’s taken an interest in me, though.” 

She gawks, “I don’t understand why it has taken him so long to in the first place.” She shakes her head.

“Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. Y/n, you must promise me. You will not fall for him, nor give any part of yourself to him. He is not someone that will care for you like you deserve.” She states, blue eyes piercing icicles into your own. She is determined and will not relent until you agree.

“I do not wish to. Not after hearing all of…” You make some sort of motion with your hand, “that. Anyone would be a fool to like him.” 

You nod your head while Annabell smiles in agreement. 

“Good.” 

Those are the last words you exchange with anyone for hours. The rest of the day passed by with lightning, an endless turnstile of things to take care of. A ball was to be held soon meaning the castle would be a wreck for the next few days. Too much planning, cleaning, sewing, coordination had to take place before anyone could rest. 

Honestly, you were grateful for it. A break from thinking was much needed. As is a good night’s rest. 

You sigh, already imagining how lovely it would feel to pull off your shoes for the day. Peel the cotton off your body and replace your dress with something more comfortable. 

Oo! Hopefully enough warm water will be left for a quick bath. That would be just wonderful, your muscles would be able to unfurl. The perfect thing to lull you into a glorious sleep.

Your arms stretch over your head as you finish descending the staircase into the maid hallways. Bones in your back pop from the pressure, causing a sigh to make its way from your lungs. Your nimble fingers make their way to the ribbon holding your hair in place, untying it and allowing the tresses to fall. 

Soon you would be in the maid resting quarters– your appearance would matter not there anyway. 

You send small smiles to other staff members passing you, those that have either just woken for the night or those who still have work to do. Yet in return, each one of them just stares at you with an incredulous look. Turning and whispering to their friends as if you were not still in front of them. 

You can’t help to understand why. Those around you may not have considered you a friend, but they were never rude. Always polite when need be. It has you feeling strange, some type of nervousness as you get closer and closer to the hallway extending to the maids personal rooms. 

Rounding the corner, you discover exactly why. 

His frame looks entirely out of place standing there. A perfect, pristine picture in a hallway of drab, illuminated only by the lanterns hanging on the wall. Royal blue tunic draped on his shoulders only emphasising his status. 

He looks as though he was never meant to be here. Like a mistake was made along the cobblestone walls. No, he looks as though he is meant to be among the living. Not in your dreary, windowless life. Nothing could change that. 

You stand there frozen, a deer caught in the lanturn of a hunting party. A pounding of your heart, as well as the dark swell of your gut coming back to life. Why is he here? Why the hell does he have a bouquet of flowers?!

You wish to scream, but you don’t. You have already been caught. 

His eyes look up from where he created a small pile of dirt on the floor. His face coming alight in an instant, pushing himself to full stature from where he once leaned against the wall. Long legs making their way towards you while he suddenly has the decency to hide the bouquet behind his back. 

Annabell certainly did not mention this method of Prince Kim’s seduction. You had never seen him down here before. 

“Hi.” Is all he says once he is finally face to face with you. His face bright and youthful. Excited.

It seems all formalities have been dropped in his mind, though you refuse the notion. 

“Prince Kim.” You simply reply, lowering yourself in a curtsy. 

He pays no mind, almost pretending you never did it in the first place. Instead, he simply rocks back and forth on his heels, bouncing slightly in delight. Wanting something, unable to voice it. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, hoping to end the encounter swiftly to stop all of the prying eyes leering into your being. 

“I brought you something.” His eyes do not break contact with yours once and you can see his hand twitch by his side as if it wants to reach out for something. You're glad he has the decency to hold back, so you shall do the same by pretending you never saw the flowers in the first place. 

You choose not to ask yourself why he brought you a present. It must just be a trick of seduction.

“I am honoured to accept such a thing.” You send a small smile his way, something between real and fake. It seems to make him beam. 

His arm comes out from behind, holding the flowers between both of your bodies. You look down at them, shock written across your features. 

Sure, you had noted them as flowers before. But you think these may be the prettiest ones you’ve seen in your whole life. Petals of orange, white, and purple cloud in your eyes. Stomatas filled with the sweet pollen.

Lilies. All different kinds– ones you’ve never seen before.

They’re out of season, at least you think they are. How did he get these? Why is he giving them to you? Why is he trying to get the butterflies to return? Why is he trying to make your heart explode?

“Prince Kim…” You’re not sure what to say– instead gently reaching out to feel the velvet of a petal. Staring intently at their colours, unable to pull your eyes away. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, as if you’re the only two in the hallway. As if other maids are not passing, as if they are not staring at the two of you.

“Yes… I… I’m not sure what to say.” It is all so hypnotic. 

“Thank you would be a good beginning, no?” His smile is soft, a light chuckle present in the tone.

You pause, tilting your head to look up at him fully– a large, real smile donning your lips.

“Yes. Thank you.” 

You feel as if you are floating, just as you would when reading those romance books in your late teen years. Like the world has stopped moving save for the prince in front of you slowly passing the flowers into your arms. 

Your hands brush against each other and you feel his fingers twitch, tightening ever so slight. Wishing to grab onto your hand just as he had done the night before. Wishing to insect every line that traces over your fresh once more.

However, he refrains. Allowing his ringed fingers to sink themselves into his pockets.

“I was just going to have them delivered. I’m not really meant to be down here, you know,” His smile is shy, “But I didn’t know your room. That, and I wanted to see you again.” 

You look down, unable to keep the eye contact he presses you for. Prince Kim is too much for you. You don’t understand how he couldn’t be too much for anyone. 

“Oh…” You’re a flush, “Thank you for saying that.” 

“It is nothing to thank me for.” He chuckles, bangs dimming the hues of his eyes, “I’m sure I bored you with all of my ramblings.” 

He did, partly, but that was more discombobulation for the situation and a sense of tiredness creeping into your bones. You shake your head quickly.

“Of course not. I had.. Fun.” Mayhaps fun isn’t the right term, yet there is no word that exactly describes your emotions of last night, nor the ones of today.

“As did I.” His lips are tight in a smile again, feet bouncing on their heels once more. He’s nervous, wants to say something again but isn’t sure how.

You’re not sure how to feel about learning what that habit means. Not sure how to feel about what any of this means. You have not had a moment alone to truly dissect what all of it is. 

“I would love to spend the night talking to you again, if you would allow me.” You don’t think you would love anything more, yet you know you would not be able to function. Would probably make a fool of yourself, too. 

“I-I think it would be best if I were to get some rest… I had not even an hour before I had to start working last night.” 

He frowns, “That’s not good for your health…” He pauses, searching your face for any signs of distress, “Then let's talk in your room. I will only stay until you sleep.” 

You pause, air drifting back into your lungs.

Ah. Right. 

The words of your friend sink in once again, breaking you out of whatever trance he had put you under. Whatever spell he laced through both of your ears to have you singing songs of praises for him and the crown. 

He wants you as a notch in a bedpost. Nothing more. It is clear as day and you are a fool to think anything other than that. This is all just a cleverly rehearsed show. You will not fall victim like your mother. 

All royalty is the same. Use use use. Beat a dead horse until it stops coughing up any sort of reprise. 

Your posture is suddenly tense, fist gripping the flowers so tight your knuckles appear white. 

How dare he think so low of you. How dare he think he might be able to fuck you for nothing. 

“Men are not allowed in the women's private quarters.” Your voice is staunch, though it is not as if he can tell nor cares. 

If he does, he doesn’t show it. 

“Ah,” The lilt is still evident in his tone, the cat playing with the mouse, “But I am not any man, am I?” His body leans a bit closer, pulling his face parallel to your own. Smirk playing on his lips. 

Beauty is a deceptive thing, isn’t it? “When I am king I’ll make it so I can see you whenever we both desire.” Something heats in your gut at those words, yet anger quells it just as fast. 

“It is a shame that you are not King yet, then.” You nod politely in his direction, trying to excuse yourself. Yet your words only seem to excite something in his eyes, lighting a fire behind them. 

“My, I didn’t know you felt that way.” He smiles coy. A flustered sensation overcomes you as you realise the double meaning behind your words. You had made it sound like you wanted him in that way when that could not be farther from the truth.

“I do not.” You state, your voice ice. Though once again, it seems that it does not pierce him. 

“There is no reason to be so cold, Y/n.” He sing songs, tapping one of his long fingers against the side of his head. 

“I am not being cold! You are just not listening.” You sigh in exasperation. Exhaustion and annoyance make you forget yourself, causing your volume to rise just as his own does. This only seems to excite him more. 

“I have heard enough.” He giggles, boyish and what others would describe as cute. Right before you’re able to argue back once again, he cuts in with his own voice once more.

“I will leave you for now. Find a pretty place for the flowers.” 

He smiles generously at you, beginning to walk away, “Have a good night. I’ll see you soon.” 

In your shamble of a disposition, you’re left stuck there. Staring at his back as he retreats down the hallway. 

The shock of everything that had just transpired coming over you all at once. How poorly you had behaved. How you spoke to him. He could have you killed for any one of those things however instead he left you with a bouquet of flowers and a promise for another night. 

You scramble to find yourself, to move yourself from out of the eyeline of every other maid. To make your way to your room, your one sanctuary as quickly as possible. 

It is only when you’re in those walls, hard oak door shut firmly beside you that you have to remind yourself of your promise to your best friend. Remember that the prince fights his battles with words and emotions. 

Your second meeting with the man had left you even more confused than the first. Thousands of questions and emotions real through your bones at a pace your brain can’t manage to understand. Leaves you fuming, trying to form a single coherent thought as you analyse the last two nights with a ferocity unimagined. 

In your state, however, you neglect to think of the one question that should be dancing before you, held on a string just out of reach. 

Why did he know your name? 

It is apparent that since that night, Prince Kim has located which room you find habitance in. 

This morning, another letter has found itself slipped under the base of your door. They have become commonplace now– letters detailing apologies for why he was unable to visit, what he had gone about on his day, his regrets that he has not heard back from you in what feels like ages. 

He’s tried to speak to you a few times in the palace when you work. His eyes always trained on you with something you’re unable to describe when you clean nearby. 

You wish you could say it was perverse in manner, but it was nothing of the sort. 

Every once and awhile you would catch a lily pinned to his breast pocket. He would send you a secret smile whenever it caught your attention. As if it was a tale meant for only the two of you to know. As if he wanted to carry a portion of you with him.

You may be naive in saying so, nor do you have much experience in the matter, but these do not feel like the actions of a man who simply wishes to find home under your dress. These feel more personal. More extravagant than anything else. 

Nevertheless, you ignore every single advance. Annabell made you promise, and it was a promise you were intent on keeping until your dying breath. 

Put the letters away in a box, never to be responded to. Avoided looking at him whenever he was near. Rushed out of rooms when it appeared he was intent on  making his war for you.

Icing out the prince is what is best. Whatever lilies he will wilt and die and you will be able to continue on with your hatred of the Kim family as well as your blood pact with the throne. 

You only wish it was that easy.

“Y/n!! Miss Y/n!!” There is a scramble outside of the door, voices hailing for your presence. You don’t know why– you’re on wash duty. Anyone, unless they’re extraordinarily new, would know that. 

The voice grows more erratic, more panicked. As if their life depends on finding you in that very moment. The other maids in the quarters send their glaces to you, urging you to go yet not one opens their mouths. 

At least one bonus of endenturing your entire life to the palace is that you have grown in rank. More than 10 years has granted you a decent position. 

A hushed sigh slips past your lips and your hands find themselves forcing the pile of sheets into the washing tub. Your hands quickly wipe away at your apron, ridding them of any moisture before pushing open the door. 

Stepping into the hallway lined with stone you notice only a single girl. Her entire form shaking as she paces the hall– panicked. Blonde curls bouncing with every step, cheeks a fluster. 

A new recruit, indeed. Celley is the name she wears. 

She had just entered with the last batch of new maids, starting at the palace no more than 2 months ago. She was a recruit you were unsure of– not having a lick of grace or balance, nor any experience with serving. But you suppose there are many reasons maids are chosen. 

You do not like to think of them.

Her feet are suddenly clamouring over to you, noticing your presence for the first time since you’ve stepped in the hallway. Her small, shaking hands grip your shoulders, holding you with all the will she seems to possess. 

“Excuse me have you seen–” She stops herself, tiny pants pausing as her eyes go wide, “Oh my days! Miss Y/n! You must hurry!” She rushes, hand gripping your wrist as she tries to pull you away. 

Though your face twists in confusion, your feet remain firm. 

“What’s the matter?” You ask, both sympathy and concern entering your frame. You can admonish her later for her lack of manners, however now, the girl seems truly frightened. Her large steel eyes looking back at you, pleading. 

“The crown prince! He’s!” She’s out of breath once again, continuing to try and urge you on.

This time, the second the word prince is muttered, you begin to follow her pace, “He’s lost his mind! He’s going on a firing spree! Locking up anyone who tries to calm him!” 

“What? Why is that? Did something happen?” You ask hushed, urging the girl to keep her voice down. Though you both are similar in age, it is apparent who has experienced this type of thing before. 

“He got into some kind of spat with his father. His instructor was fired when he tried to continue on with their lesson.” It seems she understood your message, continuing to hurry you down the halls. 

“And what am I meant to do?” 

“I-I don’t know!” She lets out a quiet yelp, pulling you closer as you exit the maid hallways and enter the palace ones, “His personal maid is away visiting family. She said to leave everything to you if something were to happen! I-I didn’t know what else to do!” 

Damn Eleanor and everything she stands for. Why the hell did she have to bring your name into this?! Shouldn’t the head maid be called in times like this?! Not you, someone who wants nothing to do with any member of the royal family. Especially the crown prince himself. Sure, there must be rumours spreading around but you had managed nearly three weeks without speaking to him!

You let out a sigh, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to appear more confident, more put together. You will do this, and you will come out victorious. Every battle before has left you victor. What is one more?

“I understand. It will be dealt with.”

The least you can gain is the idyllic picture of the prince to be shattered forever. That would be the most ideal outcome, something to truly force him out of your heart for good. You will not fall prey to him and his earthly desires. He will not win your heart. 

At least that is what you hope. 

The throne room's doors stand before you, delicate lacings of gold worth more than your entire being etched into its surface. A glittering picture for what is sure to be a bloodbath behind its contents. 

A deep inhale of warm air fills your lungs, hand pressing against the door as you force it open. Face someone you have not wanted to see nor extinguish the flames of in nearly a month. 

He stands before you, 20 paces ahead. A broken bottle in his hand as he heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the passion of ten thousand suns. The look of murder in his eyes as he stares down at a maid, her form on the ground. Bowing with as much might as she can possess, looking for any exit possible. Few other maids stand around the room, keeping their heads low, avoiding any eye contact possible. 

Though he looks like a mad man– mayhaps a god of war himself, not a single hair is out of place on his head. He is still the picture of sovereignty. And though your breath spikes, you find that you are not afraid. 

What a strange feeling it is.

The creak of the door sends single to him, has him whipping his head to face you. Anger etched into his features, a new target befalling his sight.

You stand tall, moving towards him. You will rise to the position given to you, even if it shall mean your inevitable downfall. As long as the new staff are safe.

Only, when he looks to you, no wrath is found. No anger or deceit. The second his eyes meet your own, his expression drops along with the bottle in his hands. More glass littering the floor in its wake. 

His eyes soften, his lips turning from a sneer into a gentle frown. His shoulders automatically lower, and suddenly it appears that there is no one else in the room. His legs move automatically, carrying themselves to you with such a hurried pace you would have thought he had seen a long lost friend. 

Oddly, this scares you more than when he was angered. 

You start into a bow, “Prince Kim, I’ve come in place of–” 

His arms wrap themselves around you before you can speak another word. Pulling you in, wrapping you into his scent as you're pressed against his sturdy chest. Strong arms keep you in place as he tries to make his body become one with your own. 

His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, one hand raising to tie itself in your hair. It forces you to stay in place, stay attached to him just the way he wants you to be. Allows him to inhale, breathing in all of you. Finally delving into the scent that he has been craving.

Your eyes only widen, hands staying firm at your side in shock. Heart beginning to race, head becoming lost in the soaps that only a member of a family could possibly own. 

You’re not sure what to do. How to behave. As far as you are concerned or aware, this is something that no other has had happen before. At least not so openly. Not so brazenly in front of a myriad of other people. 

But, it seems to calm him. To placate him in a way you’re not sure anyone could explain. 

You try to make a small twisting motion with your hand, try to urge everyone else to leave while they have the chance. 

They seem to take it, exiting the room as fast as possible. 

You’re sure word of this will spread throughout the castle quickly. You hope the consequences will not be dire. 

“Prince Kim–” You begin to speak after everyone has cleared out, after he holds you for what feels like a lifetime. You can’t find it in you to want him to pull away, no matter how embarrassing this seems. 

“Shh,” He quickly silences you with a gentle press of his lips to your pulse, “Let me stay like this for a moment.” 

You are unable to move. Unable to breathe after he kisses you. War could begin in that very moment and you’re not sure you would have noticed in the slightest. You are stunned into obeying his whim as he simply inhales and exhales. 

The umber in his voice only comes after a millennia, after his shoulders have completely sagged. After all the tension is removed from his body. 

“You didn’t respond to my letters.” He still doesn’t pull away, his grip on your hair tightening a fraction. 

You pause.

“I…I didn’t know where to send them.” You lie and his hand loosens. The correct answer. 

“My study. Put them under the door to my study.” He instructs like a king would. 

You’re not sure why the tone of his voice sends shocks to your gut. Pooling into something you only find in your dreams.

“But if someone were to see them–” 

“Let them.” Mumbles in your ear to you and you alone, a growl practically spiking through his voice, “I want them to know.” 

Oh. This is new. This is definitely new. This is not the same way you felt with the stable boy years ago. This has become something entirely alienating. A completely different beast. You know that now as his baritone voice sends waves straight through your gut. 

You simply nod in reply, your mouth unwilling to say anything back. The arm around your lower back grows more firm.

“Tell me where you will put your replies.” He commands into your ear. 

“Under the door to your study.” Your reply is automatic, years of answering to the kingdom evident in your tone. 

He sighs, unfurling his fingers from your locks to gently pet the top of your head, “Good girl.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft as he touches you.

“Good lamb.”

You sigh, fingers deftly searching through your wardrobe for just a single pair of underwear. But once again, you turn up empty. It seems like every day that passes, another pair disappears without your knowledge. 

Perhaps one of the new girls is causing a fuss, messing up the laundry for everyone else. 

That is the only logical solution, at least. 

But logic doesn’t seem to make much sense at all anymore. You couldn’t hope to understand why few of your other belongings have come up indignant as well. 

Your favourite perfume, one of your stuffed animals, even your toothbrush! All have magically vanished from thin air over the course of the last week. 

It is too bad that you haven’t had the time to think about it, either. Preparations for the ball have been raging throughout the palace. Everyone has been on their toes, unwilling to face the wrath of the planners as they try to make everything perfect. 

You have had not one moment alone to think, either swept up in cleaning, decorating, or well… recently you and the prince have been going on walks through the garden at night. Though that doesn’t matter much. It doesn’t mean anything– just another thing he made you promise to. Claiming he wishes to spend as much time with you as he can. 

His recent fixation is trying to get you to call him by his true name. 

You would never dare, nothing is more inappropriate than such a title. It is something only his most beloved is meant to call him, and that person is certainly not you.

You try to force any thoughts of him out of your head, though it is clearly a fruitless endeavour. Especially with the dream you had the night prior. 

His hands finding themselves between your legs, touching you in a way no other has. 

You flush, quickly shaking all thoughts of the night away. 

The tea! Your tea, yes. A prescription from the doctor for this very thing.

More often than not, you wake to find a mess between your thighs. Sticky arousal between them in a perverse fashion. The region sensitive and overstimulated combined with a mess of dreams. More sexual in nature than ever before.

Embarrassed, you had turned to the only person you could trust. The palace staff’s doctor. 

She had told you it was normal– that you were simply having what she described as ‘wet-dreams’. The title alone made you feel embarrassed.

Nevertheless, she prescribed you a tea to help calm your nerves. It was meant to be passifying in nature, calming any lush desires you may have beginning to form. 

You were not sure how it functioned, however you trusted her. Found that it quelled whatever fire burned inside of your heart for the time being. 

Perhaps just a new oddity to add to your reality, you suppose. 

Finally, you find a proper set of undergarments to pull over your legs. Letting out a breath in relief now that you finally have them. 

Today is going to be busier than the last month combined– the ball is tonight. You know for a fact you will be rushed around the palace all day, fixing everything into an acute sense of perfection that only the Kim family is known for. 

You reach to spray your second favourite  perfume across your skin, only to find that the bottle has gone missing as well.

Your hairs stand on edge, a dark pit forming in your stomach.

It is all too strange for you to want to understand. 

Okay, now you’re sure Annabell must be wrong. She has to be, right? There is no other conclusion possible. 

The thoughts run through your head as you pace the small confines of your room. Thumb between your lips, biting the skin feverishly. Contemplating what it is exactly that you should do. A heavy box sitting on your bed, a letter laying next to it along with a single lily.

A month ago, you met Prince Kim in the gardens. A month ago you spoke to him all night long. A month ago he brought you flowers. He has been leaving you letters ever since. Three weeks ago he held you in his arms, made you promise to write him back. Made you promise to meet him in the gardens as many nights as you can. 

But this, you could not accept. You could not possibly think this is real. Why has he gifted you something like this?

A dress lays on your bed. The most gorgeous dress you have ever seen, in fact. Lined with crystals and gems, many layers of tulle poof from the underskirt. It must’ve cost a fortune, but it was not meant for you.  It is a dress meant for a princess, not a simple maid of the palace. Not… Not someone the prince simply wanted to bed. 

So why did it lie here, along with a lace mask and a pair of shoes. Why did it come with a note from the Prince, telling you to put it on for tonight's events? Is this why the head maid dismissed you so early?

No. You could not. You will not make a fool of yourself. You do not belong up there, dressed as a princess when you are far from the thing. That is your decision. It will be the one you stick to.

Even as hours tick past on the clock, even as you can hear the night in full swing, you stay locked in your room. Feeling the same as you did when you were a girl locked in the dungeon all those years ago. Helpless, indignant, stubborn. 

Lost in your thoughts as you try to piece together a puzzle that has several spaces missing. Feelings for the stable boy– life with him, it would have been easier than this. You’re sure of it. 

You allow yourself to imagine what life could have been like if he stayed. It would have been a cosy, peaceful. A straightforward one that didn’t leave so many questions in your head. Jungkook was always like that, spoke his mind without leaving anything to be guessed. You adored it, wished you could revel in it now. Wish you could kiss him under the cherry tree once more.

A pounding wakes you from the dream you were just beginning to weave. Loud, angry knuckles against the firm oak of your door startling you to your feet in an instant. Chills running down your spine as if your body already knew who was behind it. 

You wait too long to reply, another series of rapts following in quick succession. You’re in trouble. You’ve angered the prince in a way you’re not sure you’ll be able to find your way out of, but you have no choice. He knows your inside. You know you must face him. You must be brave.

Right before another series of knocks can echo against the walls, you finally pull the door open. 

There stands the man you knew would be there all along, sculpted like the lord had made him himself. You wish you could behold him properly, to stare at his beauty in the suit specially prepared for this night. One he asked your opinion of several times during its construction.

But you are unable to, not when his shoulders heave like a bull planning its charge. Not when his eyes are narrowed into a glare that enters your soul without consequence. Never before had you felt his anger directed at you. 

The future king would be a fearsome thing. 

“It appears you are not dead.” He states, cold and detached in a way you have never heard before. It makes you feel small, feel weak. Though by now, you know he wants an answer. He will not accept the lack of one from you anymore. 

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, “I suppose not…” 

“Then what do you suppose.” You flinch. You’re not sure.

“I– Prince Kim…” 

“Taehyung.” He interjects, though you ignore him. Only his future wife is meant to call him by that name.

“Prince Kim, I could not possibly accept this gift. You have to understand.” The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink. To appear as small as possible to placate the lion you’ve wondered into the den of. 

“I do not. You are to accept any gift I am to give you.” He is stern as if lecturing the ground beneath him. He looks massive in your tiny room, taking up much more space than you wish to grant him.

You begin to grow frustrated, annoyed. Does he have no sanity? Does he really think it is okay to play with the hearts of women so carelessly? It is disgusting. Repulsive even! You do not deserve anything like this. You begin to grow tense, grow firm like a wolf cornered. Ready to lash out with no remorse. 

That is what you are, anyway. A cornered animal with no hope to escape. 

“I won’t.” You raise your shoulders, stand taller and stare him straight in the eyes. If this will have you sent to the axe then so be it. 

He grows just as tense in reply, his lips forming a sneer as he takes a step closer towards you. 

Never before has Prince Kim been opposed like this before, you’re sure of it. The way his irises become darker is proof. 

“And why is that, lamb?” He mocks, and the fire inside of you only begins to glow brighter Of course, you’re just the lamb that's wandered into the lion's den. The lamb being prepared for meal. 

Steam clouds around your head, jaw becoming tense as you try to hold back your rage. Rage for your mother, rage for the life she was taunted into the same way the prince is trying to do to you now.

“I will not become another woman you bed and then lay waste to!” You practically shout, unable to hold back your emotions anymore. 

His nostrils flare, “Excuse me?” 

“You heard my words.” You state back, indignant, “I will not be an idiot. I will not become another woman who you use for your own pleasures!”

You hear him scoff, head turning away from you for the first time as he looks around your room. 

“You think that little of me?” His eyes make their way back to you, his face having the expression of somewhat… hurt? 

Suddenly, you’re unsure. You feel stupid all over again though you’re not entirely conscious as to why. You hurt him? How could you possibly hurt the most powerful person in the country? 

You falter in your stance, and it is obvious that he takes notice. Uses it to his advantage as he takes another step closer, makes his hand find your own. His thumb brushing soothingly over the knuckle. His hands are always so soft. 

“What else am I meant to think? I’ve heard the stories, Prince Kim.” Where once was fire lays blistering coals. Hot to the touch yet unyielding in their passion. The air in the room has changed in much the same way.

“Tell me of them.” He asks you, his voice now gentle, soft. 

It is strange, the complete change he’s had since first entering your room. Has your brain going a little haywire. Especially with the way he stares at your hands. Like they could be locked forever. 

“I…” You feel flush, embarrassed to mutter the words in front of the prince, “I’ve heard you seduce women… princesses, noblemen’s daughters, maids… the lot. Then you abandon them the next morning with your seed in their core and a knife in their heart.” 

You keep your eyes to your feet, face feeling hot by repeating the words of your friend. You refuse to look at him, you cannot take the embarrassment. 

A light chuckle leaves his lips, a hand coming up to attempt to muffle them, “Sorry, sorry.” He shakes his head, a playful glint in his eyes. You’re baring your soul to him! How dare he laugh! 

He coughs to muffle the rest of the sound, returning to the moment, “I apologise. I just had the realisation. You’re jealous of them, aren’t you lamb?” 

A mess of flutters takes up your stomach, your shoulders raising in alarm. Your lips open to try and form words, to try and deny the allegations made your way, yet you are entirely unable. 

Especially with the way he moves closer, crowds your space with such ease. Leads close to you, whispers words in your ear, voice lower than before. 

“You wish it to just be you I lay with, is that so?” You can practically hear the smile in his voice as another, more erotic chill finds its way down your spine. 

“Th-That isn’t–” You try to speak, but your voice sounds as light as air. He moves closer, arm carrying itself around your back, pulling you flush against him as he speaks sinful words. Words only for you. 

“Ah…” He sighs in relief, lips practically touching your ear once you’re finally connected to him, “You don’t like it when I go fuck your friends then come to spend my nights talking to you… writing to you… touching myself to the thought of you.” 

You cannot take it. You cannot take this, take him. Your head is spinning, clouding with the drug known as Prince Kim. Your knees feel weak, your limbs feel all too heavy. How can someone so pretty say such sinful words without a second thought. It’s too much. Far more than your poor little heart can take.

Your arms come up, press as firm as they can against his chest despite how weak they feel.

“Mmm…?” He asks in response, pulling back to look down on your face. Mock confusion spread across his features. He takes a step back, pretending to look you up and down. Like he is just playing a game of poker while all of your tells are as clear as day. 

“Or is that not what you wish?” He asks, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, “You would like things to remain the same?” He smiles, drawing conclusions all on his own. 

He pauses, waits for you to say something, anything before continuing. But you do not, so he will keep playing this game by himself. 

“Then I shall go find someone to keep me company for the night. Mmm..” He taps his chin in contemplation, turning on his heels, meanwhile panic and dread fills every facet of your being, “What were those ones you’re friends with again? Celley? That pretty blonde? Oh, or maybe Annabell. I’m sure she would be prepared to go for a second round.” 

What? What? No, No! What is he talking about? Why is he starting to walk away?! Wait, Annabell, second time?! She has before?! 

Oh heavens, oh gods. 

“Anyway, I'll be sure to write to you after. Have a good night, dream of me.” You begin to hyperventilate as he takes one step out the door. No, he can’t leave. You don’t want him to. You don’t want him to be with anybody else. You can’t let it happen. You can’t afford such a thing! Ever! That is not where he is meant to be! 

Your body carries you before your mind does. Hand slipping out, gripping onto the back of his coat with all of the strength you can muster. Feet planted firm in your room, doing everything in your power to not let him leave.  

It is really too bad you do not see the sick smile that forms on his lips. Maybe then the pieces of the puzzle would have finally clicked in place. 

Instead he only tilts his head backwards, painting a complexion of boredom.

“N-No! I don’t want that!” You finally manage to stutter out, knuckles turning white with the strength you hold onto him. Afraid if you let go in the slightest he will pull away and disappear forever. “I don’t want you to be with other women!”

The silence that follows your confession feels a mile long. 

“Then go put on the dress.” Out of any response there could be, that certainly was not the one you were anticipating. 

“What…?” 

His chin tilts in the direction of it, urging you on, “If that is the truth, then go put on the dress.” 

“I…” You hesitate for only a moment, but scramble to motion once the prince turns to leave once again. 

You make quick paces to your bed, keeping your back to him. You feel his eyes on your back, intent on giving you no privacy to ensure you follow through on his order. 

In fact, all he does is close the door behind you. Making sure no one will be able to see in. No one will be able to watch you save for him. 

You slowly peel off the cotton of your nightgown, trying to appear brave even though his eyes are trained on your form. Even if your slip still remains on, you have never been this uncovered in front of a man before. You feel entirely bare. 

You do not look at him as you finally find your way through the tool, slipping the garment over your head with struggle, yet his face is practically predatory. 

You don’t know his plans, or what he wishes to gain. You never do. 

As the fabric settles over your hips, half of you wants to question how the size is perfect, but you refrain. Too embarrassed by everything else to even consider it an option. Your hands reach behind you to attempt to lace up the back on your own, yet another pair are already present in their place.

When did he get so close? How did he get so close without you hearing a thing? Your heartbeat must be the only sound in your ears, that must be it. 

His fingers work down your spine, tightening the dress so it fits you perfectly. Tying it off with skill you did not know he had. You feel his breath on the back of your neck. A fire begins to grow in your core. 

“I was going to present you to my father tonight.” He admits, placing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “The ball was meant to find my bride.” 

“Oh.” Those are the only words you can say when he is so close, arms enclosing around your waist. Pulling your back flush with his chest. 

Only words you can manage at the revelation.

“Imagine his disappointment, more so my own when the girl I had been speaking to him about did not show.” He grunts, almost as if it hurt him. Guiding your body to stand in front of the full mirror in your room. Asking– telling you to look at yourself. 

The sight is strange, yet incredible. The crown prince of the entire nation standing in your bedroom, in the maids quarters. Surrounded by squalor and chaos. Arms wrapped around a maid dressed as if she could be a queen. 

You look up at him to the best of your ability, regret plastered across your features, “Prince Kim–” 

“Taehyung.” 

“--I’m so sorry.” He does not look you in the eyes. They stay trained ahead, not straying once from the mirror. One hand rubbing small circles into the fabric covering your stomach, the other sliding to your waist.

He touches you without care, without reason. Feeling you against him for all that it is worth. 

“Actions have consequences, that is all. They can come later.” He states plainly, “For now I just wish to indulge in you.”

He brings his face down, placing it right next to yours. His hand rises, making your chin face the mirror as well. 

He forces you to make eye contact with him through it, forces you to understand each of his words clearly. 

“You’ll let me do that, won’t you?” 

You take a deep breath, gulping down all the air you can manage. You don’t think you’ve wanted anything more. 

With no more than a nod, his lips are on yours. 

Spinning you around, pressing your back against the mirror. His hands cupping your cheeks with such intensity you fear they may become etched into your skin forever. Keeping your lips closed against his own. 

His body cages you in, pressing entirely against you. Forming against you in perfect harmony, feeling two souls become one. Feeling each other fully for the first time– no pretence or public eye in the way to stop it. 

His teeth nip at your lower lip, biting in a way that has you opening them in pain. He takes the opportunity to lick his way inside, somehow pushing even closer to your body. 

Something hard presses against you and the discovery has your knees wishing to collapse. 

The prince can’t possibly be this big. He simply can’t.

The kiss has you reeling, unsure of anything. Unsure of what to do at all. It is nothing like your first kiss under the cherry tree with Jungkook. That was soft and sweet, docile as two people discover something new.

This, this is nothing of the sort. It is hungry. It is a beast that has been starved, finally getting its first meal. It is intoxicating. It is needy and desperate in a way that has your fingers trying to press themselves even deeper into the glass. It has your breath being robbed. Your lifeforce wilts away to satisfy only the prince. 

The groan he lets out as you finally give into him, finally allow him to take control of the kiss as arousal pools in your gut. It is one of the most deadly siren’s calls you think you’ve ever heard. One that would have any woman throwing themselves overboard for just a taste. 

“Finally,” He grunts, pulling no more than a millilitre away from your lips, wetness still connecting them, “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you.” He mumbles, hungrily connecting his mouth back to your own. 

Before you know it, you’re lost in the man once again. Allowing him to move you, to guide you to your bed without withdrawing from you once. Tangling your fingers into his hair, trying to make sure he doesn’t pull away. Making you drunk off of his taste, off of him. 

When he kisses you like this, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to live without him. 

Your knees hit the frame of your bed and all of a sudden you're falling backwards onto its plush lining. Panting, trying to regain some of the air he stole from you.

For the first time you’re able to look up at him, to discover the mess that he has become. Cheeks red, lips swollen. Eyes dark and twisted with lust. Hair ruffled messily from where your fingers laid. Shoulders rising and falling with effort as he catches his breath as well. 

He looks gorgeous and you can’t help yourself hoping this will be only a sight for you forever. 

He leans down, pecking your lips once more, “I couldn’t stop myself from imagining this. Since the moment I placed an order for your dress.” 

He huffs, dropping to his knees in front of you. You sit up on your elbows, face twisted into confusion as you look down at him. 

God. It is too dangerous to look at him right now. You know that as another wave of heat runs straight to your core.

“Pushing up the future queen's skirt.” He groans, hands gaining purchase on your hips, pulling you down so your waist sits at the edge of the bed, “Letting myself have a taste of her while everyone else at the party danced.” 

O-Oh. Oh. He sees you as, oh god. 

His fingers bunch in the material of your skirt, drawing in a shaky inhale as he holds onto any drop of sanity left. 

When he sees no hesitation from you, he slowly begins to push the material up your legs. Eyes trained on your own, looking to you for any sign of discomfort. 

“Have her come undone on my tongue while no else was the wiser.” He groans as he finally comes face to face with your panty covered core. 

Your brain moves at a snail's pace, trying to keep up with every tiny movement the prince makes. Trying to process his words while your head becomes fuzzy with your own arousal. 

You feel like mush, so pliable in his grip.

His large hands slowly begin to part your thighs, to look at what he has been craving for so long when your brain catches up with you, embarrassment overcoming your being. 

“Y-You can’t! I-it is dirty to do such a thing.” At least, that is what you had been taught. Though, the look in his eyes and the growl from his throat tells you the opposite.

“You could never be dirty. No part of you could ever be.” The sound he lets out is more akin to an animal than anything else, and suddenly you feel like a schoolgirl. Flustered and embarrassed beyond anything else. 

The muscles of your thighs untense, the look on your face blushed and biting. 

“You will let me?” He asks again, and despite your embarrassment, you nod. He is going to be king… his word is rule afterall. He wishes it, so it will happen. You could not be more pleased to oblige. 

His grip on your thighs is more firm than before, blunt nails digging into soft flesh as he pries your legs apart. He lets a groan resonate from the back of his throat at the sight. Panties sticking to your center, wetness pooling just behind causing the material to almost become transparent before him. 

You did not know it was possible for a man to have such an effect on you. 

Without a second thought, he pushes the material down your thighs. His tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt, savouring the flavour for every cent it is worth. 

He moans at the taste, not wasting a second before he dives back in. Lapping against you like it is his last meal. 

A mewl leaves your lips, too many feelings crossing you at once for any of them to be worth anything. 

Embarrassment, shame, fear all vanish the moment his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against the small bundle of nerves in a manner that has your back arching against the bed. Fingertips digging into the sheets to find a second lease on life. 

You try to look down at him, to find him between all of your small pants of pleasure, however he is gone. Disappearing until the layers of fabric while he brings you sensations you never thought were possible. 

His tongue moves like it is made to pleasure only you. Taking turns flicking your clit to lowering into your center. Licking up any bit of arousal he can make out. Trailing up once again to press flat against the bundle of nerves.

All of it has your legs kicking, your breath melting. 

He is not quiet either, letting you know exactly how much he adores this. Adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped tight around his head. Adores every little sound and reaction you have to give him. Adores the taste of you on his tongue. It was only meant for him.

It feels like he has been wishing to do this far longer than you would ever know. Consuming you whole from the inside out. Causing you to become addicted, to desire him just as much as he carnally craves you.

His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as your hips begin to rock against his face, seeking out every ounce of pleasure that he is willing to give you. Your adorable mewls and whines grow louder, peaking every time he sucks on your clit. 

A coil has begun to form in your gut, feeling as though it could snap at any second. You wish you could see him, to look at his face and see the crazed gleam in his eyes. Observe the exact look on his face as he licks your cunt. 

You try to picture it. Try to imagine the way he would look up at you from between your legs. The dark umber his eyes would become, the gentle circles he would rub into your thigh as you finally make eye contact. 

Your walls clench around his tongue, sending a new waves of whines out of your mouth. He somehow moves faster, more precisely with every movement. Like he is able to hone in on the exact things that have your thighs quivering. 

His tongue moves up, takes your small, worn clit into his mouth. Alternating between sucking against it, flicking at it, and pressing against it firm with the flat of his tongue. 

Without warning, nor any reprise, one of his thick fingers is thrust into your wet heat. Filling you in a way you have never been able to do to yourself. Stretching you. And all of a sudden, you’re flying off the edge of a precipice.

“Prince Kim!” Your back arches off of the bed, head thrown back against the mattress as you let out a moan. Your hips jolt, cunt squeezing around his fingers, heels digging into the floor as you come undone before him. 

He works you through it with ease and grace, finger slowly thrusting in and out. Tongue firmly planted against your clit to ride you through your high. 

It would not be your last of the night. He must be gentle. 

Slowly, you relax against the bed, chest heaving from exertion. He pulls away from you, standing to full height before leaning over your shaking form. 

Your arousal coats his face, a sheen from his lips and chin evident against the soft yellow glow of the room. He looks down at you, concern and adoration written across his features. Though in his eyes, it appears that the beast has yet to be quelled. 

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You taste yourself against them. 

“You are delicious. I wish to eat you every night until I die.” He mumbles against your lips, his knee sliding between your legs. Muscle pressing against your swollen cunt. 

You try to flinch away, yet the hand on your hip keeps you in place. 

He will not have you running away. 

Not now. 

Your cheeks flush at his words, wide eyes looking up at him like he is all that matters. 

He is. 

He presses his knee further against your pussy while his lips trail down the column of your neck. Urging you towards the headboard with no words spoken until your head is against the pillows. 

Your arms wind their way around his neck, keeping him in place, “I-if we were married, I would let you.” You manage to speak, your voice shaky.

He only smiles in reply. Fingers digging deeper into your waist as if he is holding himself back.

“Then we shall call this practice for our wedding night.” He smiles, sitting back on his heels. 

Marriage, wedding night. You allow the thought to ghost through your mind, willing it to be reality. 

He smiles down at you, taking note in the way you seem to gleam at the idea. A small chuckle leaves his lips, you really are too cute for your own good. 

His voice is no more than a whisper, forcing you to stay enrapt, “You will let me, right?” He asks, eyes glancing down to where his pants strain against his hips, “I wish to make love to my future wife.”

Your mouth practically waters at the sight, his hard cock pressed taught against the expensive material. You swear there may even be a wet spot where his cum has leaked through. 

Your pussy clenches, wanting nothing more for him to find his way inside. For him to claim you for himself. Destroy you so no other man can have you in the same way.

You struggle against yourself for no more than a moment, but the way his hand reaches down, grips at his cock. Brushes his thumb over the surface has you moaning in want. 

“Please.” 

He smiles, the motion following swift. All at once his hands unbutton his pants, pushing the material down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring free. He groans at the feeling, thick length hitting his stomach. Pretty pre-cum dripping down the side.

Your eyes go wide. If you imagined him to be large before, seeing it now looked impossible. He is thick, long. Far too big to ever hope to fit inside of you. 

But the desperate groan in his voice, the hungry look in his eyes only has you spreading your legs. Wishing nothing more than for him to destroy you.

One hand wraps around the base as he moves closer, the other forcing the skirt of your dress as high as it will allow. He makes space for himself in between your thighs, slotting himself in. Ready to do what he has been waiting years for. 

Not yet.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the worry. So he leans down, planting a gentle, soothing kiss to your lips. One filled with years of time behind it. 

He knows he must be careful with you. Knows all of his patience will have been worth it when he is finally able to take your virginity. 

“Will it hurt?” You as quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close. You find comfort in him. Find a sense of safety within his eyes. 

He nods in response, “Only for a little while, I promise.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a soft kiss against them once more. 

He slowly rubs the fat head between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Your hips buck slightly in response, and he can’t help but smirk. 

So sensitive. So ready for him. 

As much as he wants to be rough, he can’t. He can’t scare you away just yet. 

He looks into your eyes once more, “Ready?” He asks, giving you one final chance to back out. You only nod your head, pulling him close, hiding your face in his neck. 

His head catches on your opening with the final drag of his length through your lips. His hands practically shake in excitement, as he guides himself inside. Letting go only once the tip is buried within your walls. 

He feels your teeth sink into his coat, your body burning with the stretch of him. He only has the first inch inside, yet you think it is more than you could possibly take. 

A choked cry leaves your lips as he continues to slowly thrust inside. Your arms cling to him as tight as possible. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as he fills you, forming your entire body just around him. Just around his cock. 

He pauses only once half of his cock is buried in your needy cunt. You feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, to bring you back down to reality from the pain you feel digging at your core. Trying to bring you some sense of comfort. 

You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, expecting to see them soft. Filled with concern. Though there is nothing of the sort there. 

Behind his bangs is only the look of pure insanity. 

Though he tries to be compassionate, he really does.

“Are you doing okay?” His voice is strangled, coming out in only desperate cracks. He shakes, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself inside. Fuck himself deeper and deeper, until your cunt is shaped for his cock alone.

But he holds restraint. Just enough.

The way he looks at you, the way he speaks has a wave of pleasure rushing through your  skin. Your walls clamp around him, tightening even more. 

He is falling apart before you, because of you. 

He has gone mad because of you.

The feeling only makes you want to urge him on. See just how far the prince can fall.

You nod your head, looking at him with all the affections in the world, “Don’t stop.” 

He groans at your words, mind losing itself as he snaps his hips forward, forcing his cock inside until his hips are firm against your own. Teeth digging into the fragile skin of your neck.

You cry out in pain, your walls squeezing around him in shock. Pain coursing through your entire system as you are filled to the brim. Walls stretched as wide as humanly possible. The head of cock so deep inside you swear you can feel it in your lungs. 

“Shit.” He groans, mouth falling open, “This pretty thing is wrapped around me so tight, lamb. So fucking tight I can’t think.” 

He slowly tries to move his hips, though you only shout in response. Your legs wrap around his back, doing their utmost to keep him in place.

“Hurts!” You whine, shaking your head quickly. 

Fucking hell. What is the point of a pussy as sweet as your own if he can’t use it properly?

His hand moves between your legs, growl of impatience slipping past his lips as his fingers find your clit. They work with urgency, with need. Rubbing tight circles into it, trying to get you to feel the same pleasure he does.

You whine, overstimulated. Shots fired in all directions leaving you messy and confused. 

With every circle, a mewl sounds from your throat. Slowly your legs behind him loosen, the pain from before mixing with pleasure to become something wonderful. Something that has you whimpering for him to not stop. 

“See?” He grunts, slowly slipping out of your heat until only the tip remains, “We were made for each other.” 

He forces his cock back inside, fucking you open just for him. Only ever for him. 

Your nails dig into his back, heels digging into the mattress as you moan for him. As your cunt becomes addicted to the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. Addicted to everything he has to offer.

He moves too fast, too hard for you to even hope to keep up with. Hips pistoning into you, forcing you to take everything he has to give and more. Forcing you to be the perfect little doll for him, give him all the pleasure he can want and more. White mixing with red around the base of his cock.

Your back arches off the mattress to try and get closer to him, to try and keep up with him in any hope of the sentiment. Hips trying their best to keep him as close and as deep as possible, knowing they crave one thing and one thing alone.

“Prince Kim!” You moan, yet he growls in response. A sharp slap to your thigh sounds throughout the room as his hips pause, fingers removing themselves from your clit. 

“That isn’t my name to you anymore.” His voice is low, menacing in your ear. One more poke of the bear and you will be punished. “Tae–Hyung.” 

He emphasises the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, one that brushes against the bundle inside of you. One that leaves you crying out for him. Clinging on to him. 

“Say it.” He grunts, animalistic and desperate. Yet you’re too lost in yourself to realise how debauched he’s become. Looking less and less like a man, more like a demon come to lay waste to your soul. 

That is close enough to the truth, anyway.

“Say it until it becomes the only word you know. Every question I ask, every time I fuck myself into this sweet little cunt. Your only reply should be my name.” He grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at him. 

Your fucked out little features as you bob your head in compliance.

“I-I” You swallow, trying to understand his words as he pounds away at your core, “I understand!” 

He smiles, almost proud of the work he has done today.

His hips only move impossibly faster, impossibly harder in a way that has that knot in your gut tightening once more. 

“We’ll start simple then. What is my name?” He asks, angling his hips to press against your sweet spot with ever slight movement. Breathe panting, his mind falling deeper and deeper into the thralls of your body. 

“P-Prin–” You stop yourself, a pinch coming down on your skin, “Taehyung!” 

He groans, almost coming undone as he hears your name fall from your  lips for the very first time. The pretty sound your voice makes with every letter. 

It could be the only thing he hears for the rest of his life.

“Who are you going to marry?” 

You whine, your head thrashing around slightly. He smiles. You must really enjoy the idea of that, huh?

“T-Taehyung!” You manage to stutter out again, feeling your release coming closer and closer as the seconds pass by. 

“Who is the man you have fallen for?” The answer to the question is easy, especially when he is fucking into you like you’re the only woman that matters. Nothing matters except for him. 

“Taehyung!” Your brain is too fuzzy to process anything else. Anything other than the way his cock fills you. Anything other than the one word he told you is your gospel. 

“Who is the boy that kissed you under the cherry tree?” You don’t even know anymore. 

Does any man exist beside Taehyung anyway? You doubt it.

“Taehyung!” He smiles into your neck. 

“Who was the boy that was going to have you killed? That saved your life?” His words don’t process through your ears, yet you know what you are meant to say anyway.

“Taehyung!” He groans, his hips stuttering, losing their pace ever so slightly. 

“Who do you belong to?” 

“Taehyung!” You whine, your thighs shaking. The coil so tight you think you may just die if it doesn’t come undone in this very moment. 

His breath is quiet, only a rough whisper in your ear, “Cum.” 

Just as your king commands, you fall apart around him. White dots in the corner of your eyes as you clamp down around him, your legs pulling him close. A cry of his name leaving your lungs as if it is the very air you breathe. 

You feel him paint the inside of your walls white, his hips stuttering– fucking himself as deep into you as he could possibly manage. If you had any sense left in your little head you would have told him to pull out, yet your brain is so high. Filled with pleasure that only Taehyung can provide. 

Waves of arousal crash around you as he slows his hips, ensuring that you ride out your orgasm to its fullest before pulling away. You wish he could stay buried inside of you, just like that. Yet you doubt that would be very wise. 

“Was that good for you, little lamb?” He asks, slowly helping you into a sit. You’re not sure how to properly answer– mouth feeling dry. Your head has not yet come crashing back down, though that is probably a good thing. 

Facing reality is too scary right now. Especially when Taehyung is so warm. So caring as he removes your dress. Slips your nightgown back over your soiled body. 

“Very…” You nod, unable to take your eyes off of him as he moves around the bed. Tucking himself back into his pants, removing his shirt and dress-coat. Placing them over the back of a chair. Neatly hanging the dress on a hook, taking care that it is not damaged in any way.

Your arms find themselves reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiles once he takes notice.

“Would you like me to stay the night?” It is clear he was already planning on it, but hearing the words make you smile oh-so bright. 

“Yes, please.” You nod quickly, eyes already feeling tired. You did not know how he had so much energy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Right now he is meant to be in your bed, arms around you. In fact, you become annoyed that he isn’t already. 

“Alright.” He smiles, slipping next to your form. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

You feel so safe. So warm with him. So protected that you can’t stop yourself from falling asleep.

“Goodnight my lamb.”

The Kim Empire. 

His home, his family, his livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

Yet, the only thoughts that seem to brandish his mind since the young age of 15 are about you. 

When you first stumbled in front of him, carrying a tray of tea. Spilling it all over his shoes. That quick curse that left your lips before looking up at him. The wide, doelike vision you had once recognition had set in. One the realisation of error set into your bones.

He will never forget the way his heart began to race in that very moment. The way he felt a cloth of sickness overcome his whole body at the mere sight of you. Looking so serendipitous below him.

At first he thought it was hate, how silly he had been back then. Ah, the way he sent you to be killed was just funny to him now. He is grateful he talked to his mother before your execution date. Spilling his soul to her, detailing how he could not seem to remove you from his brain.

Ah, he was lucky he managed to get the letter to the executioner in time. What a pity that would be if he couldn’t. Then he wouldn’t have been able to lay next to you now. Wouldn’t be able to play with your hair, caress you like he pleases. 

It is truly too bad that was not his only trial on the road towards you. It was really a pity he had to send Jungkook away. Taehyung quite liked the kid. He was fun to play with and wouldn’t shy away from his games. 

But he just had to try and seduce you. Poor thing. You really were too innocent at the time. More than eager to kiss him for no reason. To give him even a peace of your heart that was meant for Taehyung alone.

He remembers as clear as day, the rage he felt as he watched your soft lips press against another mans. How terribly he wanted to go out and strike Jungkook with a sword. Of course he didn’t though, that would have scared you away. He would have hated that.

He thanks god every day he was really your first kiss, even if you didn’t know it. 

Patiences was the hardest battle of all, and he will admit, he has faltered a few times over the years. Kisses stolen while you sleep, a few of your belongings robbed to keep him satiated. Mayhaps a few trips to your room in the night. 

But who could blame him? He was a man in love. There was nothing that could stop him when he was so hungry for you. 

Ah, and then of course his father. He wanted to separate your love as well. A maid could never possibly be suited to be queen, blah blah. He doesn’t care. And at least that fight allowed him to hug you for the first time. 

God. You felt so perfect in his arms, then and now. You have always been meant for this. Meant for him.

If his father plans to keep standing in the way, he will simply have to remove him from the equation. His bonds to the man are as thick as water. He cares more for you than he possibly could anyone else.

You’ve belonged to him since you were born, anyway. If a maid becomes pregnant while working for the castle, her child becomes property of the state. Of the crown. Of him. 

It only makes sense that you are meant to be with him until death. It is the path lined for you. Your fate since birth. 

He knows it as his delicate fingers trace over the small patches of blood dirtying the sheets. Evidence of the hours before, of your virginity robbed. Of your promises to him.

You are bound to him by blood after all.

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[sunnebeam]

fall from grace.

DRABBLE.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

warnings: smut (are we even surprised at this point? as usual, minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc of the time period, but in this day & age please use protection), royal au, mentions of actively trying for a child, other warnings withheld due to possible spoilers

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: finally!!! this cute lil drabble completes my 'smut with storylines' collection (which is basically just an unofficial collection of smutty drabbles i wrote for each member lol). anyways, enjoy reading and don't forget to share ur thoughts! ^^

The kingdom's people call you the Peasant Queen.

Some say it in jest, some say it with affection. But you believe a majority say it in disdain.

A lowly peasant as the Queen? A former palace servant as the King's beloved wife? A complete disgrace!

A number of people chalk it up to a love potion. Others point to a curse. Some say you resorted to black magic to bewitch the King. And the crazier the theory becomes, the more they pin the blame on you.

But in truth, you never wanted to become the Queen. Never asked to be and never expected to be. But your husband, King Taehyung, always knew you were going to be one.

"Is everything to your liking, my love?"

You turn your head to your husband's voice, your eyes softening when you see his boxy smile. You nod at his question, turning your gaze back to the windows of your shared chambers, where you can see from a distance the extravagant floral arrangements you had insisted on for the palace gardens.

"Everything is perfect, my King," you respond, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and his hard chest against your back.

"Good," he says simply. As long as you're happy, he supposes he can be happy as well.

"Thank you, my King," you suddenly say, turning in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you for helping me commemorate today's significance."

His smile hardens but you don't notice.

"Of course, my love."

Your smile widens.

"He would have loved the flowers," you mumble, your smile never faltering.

His eye twitches but you don't catch it.

"I'm sure he would have, my love," he murmurs. "After all, he always used to love what was mine."

"What was that, my King?"

"Nothing, my love," Taehyung mutters then leans his forehead against yours. The both of you stay like that for a few moments, quiet and leaning against each other, before he asks you, "Have you drank your tea for the day?"

Warmth rushes to your cheeks at the mention of the tea that's supposed to help with fertility and conception. You nod, confirming that you have indeed already drank the concoction.

He smirks, his hands reaching for your garment and removing it from your body. The action still makes you bashful no matter how many times he's done it before.

"Still so shy, my Queen?" he teases you while he's removing his own garments.

"I can't help it, my King," you gasp when he pulls you to him, your naked bodies pressing against each other. "I have never been with another man. I have only ever laid with you, and yet you always manage to make me act so... salacious."

Taehyung always loves to be reminded that he's the first man to have taken your innocence. But on days like these, when the garden looks so decorated upon your insistence and the day holds so much significance to you, your words leave a slight bitter taste in his mouth.

Because he was almost not your first. It was almost not him.

"And I'm the only man to see you in such state, my love," he growls, his fingers reaching down to prep your womanhood. When he sees that you're ready for him, he spits on his hand and coats his cock with the wetness before sliding inside you. "Never forget that. Ever."

"I won't, my K-King," you stutter when he starts thrusting in and out. "You're my first..."

A harsh thrust.

"...you're my last..."

And another.

"...and you're my only."

He groans in pleasure and satisfaction, placing his hands on the underside of your knees to lift you up and wrap your legs around him. You, in turn, wrap your arms around his neck and let him carry your full weight with ease.

"That's right, my Queen," he says with conviction, bouncing you up and down on his dick, letting gravity heighten the pleasure for both of you. "I'm your husband. Your King. Me."

Not him, he adds internally.

Because although you've been married to Taehyung for two years now, the thought of him still pops up every now and then. Although you've been Taehyung's wife for two years now, you still decorate the garden with flowers to commemorate his birthday. And although you've been Taehyung's beloved Queen for two years now, you still talk about him from time to time.

"I love you, my King," you whimper when your husband angles your body in mid-air and his thrusts start to reach deeper spots inside you. "I love you so much!"

She loves me, Taehyung chants internally. Not him, not him, not him.

Your King pounds into you with renewed vigor, making you scream wantonly in delight. Your pussy tingles with each movement, clenching around his fat dick uncontrollably.

It doesn't take long before you're creaming around him, your juices gushing and making it easier for him to continue fucking you through your climax. Just as you're coming down from your high, he spills inside you, his member twitching inside you and keeping you plugged up.

Taehyung promptly carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and placing a pillow underneath your lower half. He then pulls out of you slowly, and when he's completely out, he inserts two fingers inside you, making sure not a single drop comes out.

"Maybe we finally made one," you mumble adorably, a hopeful look in your eyes.

Your husband merely smiles. Finally conceiving a child with you... the thought makes him feel content.

Maybe it's time he lets go of his grudges. Maybe it's time he feels secure in the fact that you married him. Maybe it's time he forgets about the palace gardener you fancied before him.

Maybe it's time he forgets about Jeon Jungkook.

After all, although you were in love with Jungkook first, you never ended up telling him. And although Jungkook was in love with you as well, he also never ended up telling you.

Because Taehyung made sure of it.

And although, in the end, you ended up marrying Taehyung, he'll never let you find out the truth.

And the truth is that Jungkook never went back to his home village to take care of his sick mother. The truth is that Jungkook never died from catching his mother's sickness himself. The truth is that Jungkook never even made it home, to begin with.

All you truthfully know is that Jungkook is dead.

But you'll never know that it was all by Taehyung's royal, bloody hands.

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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[aseaofyoongi]

a years interlude | kth

kth x reader (f)

genre: 19th century; one-shot

rating: mature audiences only (18+)

summary: a story of pain, healing, love, and the yearning of the heart.

warnings: slight mention of blood; non-descriptive (brief) mention of dead fetus (lost baby at birth); memory loss; slight fluff; penetrative sex; cunnilingus; clitorial stimulation; nipple play; hand job; taehyung looking like a 19th century prince in his photofolio; if non-19th century things are mentioned i am so sorry, i tried to do as much research as possible but so many personal things went down while I was writing this that research was slim.

word count: 10,9 thousand words

posted: friday january 6, 2023

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The Levate was your home. It had been assigned as your unruly fate far before you were even a fetus in your mother’s womb.

It was your destiny.

The tale commenced about two-hundred years prior, with your great grandmother. She was a mere lass—young, beautiful and most importantly educated girl. It was a rarity for its time. Initially, the men in her family, your family, were destined healers but your great grandmother’s father's bloodline was referred to as fragile and it was ‘cursed’ with just daughters.

One after another after another.

A couple of years passed before the men of the village realized that their people would only benefit in allowing the women of your family to become a part of the legacy and aid those in need. . Especially, the wives of the select few who were in need of assistance during childbirth, word had it women were growing uncomfortable in being presented with male assistance while they carried their babies for nearly nine months and then having inexperienced servants assisting during deliveries— numerous women left to neighboring villages which implemented the requirement of having qualified female only aids during their pregnancies and in their labor confinements.

After a rather hefty consensus the people of the town spoke and your family was granted their titles as former healers and reputable midwives.

Upon shadowing her nearly retired father and the accoucheuse from neighboring villages, your great grandmother learned the complexity of your modern medicament rapidly. She was very astute, stretching as far as the barriers of your society allowed her to reach. Truth was despite everything she was still a woman and was only allowed a speck of liberty—and one single mistake sent her down a bridle pathway of damnation for an eternity and her grave would be dug up by the Kim family.

The Kim’s were the most powerful family in the village, simulating the most vicious predators at the peak of the food chain. They were pythons while the rest of you were rodents. Their formidable force stemmed from their affluence leading them to soar like eagles in the expansive sky, high beyond the passing clouds—they were as close to royals as Hawkshead could attain.

Your great grandmother had been called on by Viscountess Kim to service in the delivery of what would be their fifth child. They were hoping for a male to supply as an eventual successor after being consecutively burdened by a string of daughters. The task was seemingly simple as she already had a hefty resume in delivering babies day in and day out but this particular delivery was. . arduous. The pressure was immense, she knew there was little room for error, and despite the dozen pound weight dragging from her shoulder, she graced her mind with confidence; the assurance of her skills and began her duty as a midwife.

Things began as usual, the dimly lit birth chamber was crowded by servants as they serviced Viscountess Kim any and all of her absurd requests ranging from kneading her feet beyond comfort to fetching her intricate suppers that could only be found a whole town away. The room was aromatized with the soft scents of chamomile, her remedy for easing the nerves. That was all she could provide but of course, medicine then, wasn’t what it is now.

Her duty was to sit and wait. And then sit and wait some more—until baby Kim has decided it was finally time to meet the world.

From her place at the delivery stool her eyes roamed across the unblemished midnight sky. There were innumerable stars prancing around the black vastness accompanying the moon as they danced a soft tango together. Nights were serene; peaceful and she always found herself enthralled in it. The twinkling seams of the stars were dazzling yet there was no way she could look away. Initially, there was a brief silence amongst the emergent storm sweeping across the dormitory, she recalled screaming; frantic screams. In the beginning they were muffled, so far away, for a brief second she had thought Lord Kim was chopping off someone's head down the corridor—except, it wasn’t.

Lady Kim was beginning to hyperventilate, she broke out in sweats, and the lady maids were flailing their arms in the air calling your attention, their attempt at getting her to snap out of her trance.

“We need help,” she’d heard from one of the many nameless figures accompanying the Viscountess.

“Just give me some space,” she abandoned her spot near the window now sitting at the foot of the bed, “fetch me more linens.”

She was heaving, trembling, gasping for air and her screams could likely be heard by the Levate. Her forehead glistened, “I need him out of me,” her breathing was heavy, “I need him out.”

There was a cold bead of sweat rolling down her back but she remained in her position waiting for baby Kim, (hopefully, a boy), to greet you with bright chocolate eyes and raucous cries. You instructed her to push, and she complied. Again, you communicated the same and she did as told. She pushed harder and harder, until the fetal head crowned.

She almost sighed with relief.

Almost.

But the room was eerily still.

Baby Kim, the baby boy, was now in her hands but he was not weeping—his eyes were closed, and his skin was a shade of periwinkle.

He was not breathing.

“How is my baby?” Lady Kim asked.

But she stood, completely still, the tiny body of what was supposed to be a healthy scion laid in her arms, unmoving.

“How is he?” She asked once again.

Your great grandmother’s skin glimmered in the dim candle light as the sweat trickled down her forehead. She quickly walked the boy to the baby bassinet and laid him down.

“Is he OK?” her pleas to know rumbled in the inner walls of your ears, and all you could do was rummage through your brain for an answer on what to do—this had never happened before. She’d always delivered healthy babies, always.

How could this happen? She had not pulled too hard, the mother seemed in good health. . What evil lurked in the shadows to drag this baby away from its mother before she even has the chance to hold him in her arms?

Lady Kim sat up on her elbows—her eyes were mimicking the sparkle of shining glass, she was shaking with anxiousness; fear.

“The baby-”she stammered, “h-he’s”

Words failed her. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and no matter how she tried to structure the news, sentences did not come easy to her.

“He’s what?” the Viscountess yelled, her voice vibrating through the walls like a high pitched sound wave, “how is my baby boy?”

“Baby Kim has passed on, Lady Kim. My sincerest apologies,” She bowed as her voice cracked delivering the unfortunate news.

The viscountess’ wails were inconsolable, they were haunting and your great grandmother couldn’t help but hang her head in shame. Everything her father taught her was flushed down the drain, her career as a healer was compromised and her life was not guaranteed at the sake of her failure.

All her certainties hung by a single thread and her freedom disintegrated when a lock and chain adorned her wrists and soon as Viscount Kim heard of the unfortunate events surrounding the birth and death of his only son. He—they blamed her for the entire thing, despite her best interest always being the delivery of a healthy boy. They did not listen to her, instead they ostracized her and held a trial to supply her culpability. Her charges included, ‘conspiring against the noble Kim.’

You closed her journal up and slouched on your rickety rocking chair, swinging back and forth lightly.

That was all written by her.

She wrote it as an autobiography for the following generations to understand—it was a reminder of the story you didn’t need to read because you knew it by heart; you lived it; you simulated her pain.

After the verdict was delivered by the counsel, composed of those hand selected by the Kim family, for the proceedings of an unjust trial. They were ready to send your great grandmother to be executed. Hastily, they came to the realization that our family were the only healers in Hawkshead and the nearest family of honorable medicinal knowledge settled days away from our village, so instead of ending her life. . They decided to sentence her and the women to follow to be banished, and sent her on exile to the Levate.

So they walked her to the outskirts nearing the barrier of the viridescent enchanted forrest—she was to reside there and if her knowledge was ever requested they would seek out for her, but that was not her only duty, she was to assist all men injured in the Levate and guide them out the barrier in the direction of the village.

It was the punishment of imprisonment without the shackles, but at least in a cell you had cell mates, guards, people around you—there was nothing but emerald pasture and brobdingnagian trees for miles into the dense forest.

Her husband and son stayed behind in Hawkshead and they continued the legacy of male healers while the women in our family were condemned by her mistake. We were sent to fend for ourselves in the estranged surroundings of the Levate as soon as it was decided by the Kim counsel. A lot of them wed and snuck their husbands in and out of the forest but it wasn't in your intention to subject a man through the complications of the barrier but specially you did not plan to contribute a child into the damnation of this curse. Your predestined beginning and end was as it was, your inevitable demise. There was nothing you could do about it but your principles—your conscience wouldn’t allow you to drag someone else to be a subject of this morbid ordeal and while residing in the Levate was out of your reach; celibacy was the only aspect of your life you had control over.

It’s been a continuity of the same thing, day after day, the same sky up above, the same redundant emerald leaves on the same golden tree branches.

Everything was the same.

It was revolting and it sent you on a spiral of drumming headaches, the same four walls in this same cabin, and the same scenery outdoors.

Five years down, an eternity to go.

An eternity. Seems like ages away but our perception of forever is but mere speck in our reality because to the people out there—living, laughing, loving, life is dazed and comes and goes in the blink of an eye but within the barriers, behind the unchanged days and the repetitious routine your eternity has exceeded the five years you’d been in here and it seemed roads away from where you stood in that moment.

Though you were promised occasional outings of aid, not a single person back in the village has requested your healing abilities for months now and no one ever stumbles past the barriers unless absolutely necessary. You were completely alone, left to rot in abandonment—the Kim counsel knew that but you were certain the infliction of isolation was their specialty for torture.

Nightfall approached quicker than expected that day but you supposed it was the repercussions of being cocooned behind your probing thoughts for a clock’s worth. After dining and changing into your nightgown, you found yourself laying down on the creaky bedstead, you kept your window open becoming astounded by the luminosity of the night sky. The pale crescent moon shone like a bright pearl, and the blanket of winking stars stretched to infinity. Their soft glint mimicked the flickering candle light of your neighbors back at the village, and for a single moment. . you weren’t forgotten, they were just a door away keeping you company until you were finally able to drift off into a deep slumber.

“There’s word in town about the death of the Lord Kim,” There were two girls walking by the southeastern border of the Levate, close to where you currently kneeled picking berries.

Although you could not see their faces, the youth and naivety in their tone was indication enough that they were young, far too young to acknowledge the gravity of their claims.

Being in seclusion was a dead man’s curse because despite the exigency of claims floating around the forest’ border you could never truly confirm its legitimacy.

One of the girls hushed the other, and they began their soft whispers but you could still hear. They were to keep away from the barrier, you should’ve probably warned them but their gossip was far more interesting.

“How could you even know of this?” one of the girls questioned, you didn’t dare peek out from your place behind the bushes to see who they were. . just listened, “what business have you in the Kim estate?”

“For starters, they called on that knowledgeable nurse from Lockwick and the lady maids have been spreading word around town.”

“I suppose you’re right but how could we be certain? They all hide so discreetly behind those golden gates.”

“Process of elimination obviously,” —you’d admit this is the most intel you have eavesdropped on in the last one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. They continued, “The Kim daughters are all married off, their son is off on a voyage and Lady Kim was seen in town just two days ago. Who is the only person we have failed to see for weeks?”

“I suppose you’re right,” she continued in a whispering voice, “that still is no proof of his passing. I think we should wait and keep this to ourselves if we don’t want to end up like that girl who was banished there.” They were probably pointing into the Levate and were certainly referring to you.

Is that all you were in the village? A fable? A tactic to scare kids into respecting their elders? Did anyone even know what happened?

You sat on the soil which likely stained your blush pink skirt—you couldn’t bring yourself to care however.

‘like that girl’

‘that girl’

The words bounced in your head, their kinetic force dented the delicate walls of your brain. You just played their predicament over and over in a continuous loop. You were alive, breathing but you were as good as dead.

Noone remembered you or your name or what you stood for. Noone knew who you were anymore. You felt like an ant on a planet of giants—so insignificant and useless.

Your only consultation lay beside Lord Kim, in his deathbed if he was even dead. Your hope is rooted, that with his passing, the abolishment of the previous ancient laws and regulations would be mandated. This could be the opportunity to get out of here for good, to leave Hawkshead and live for yourself. You had never wished for the cessation of anyone before but you sure hoped there was a stone with his name engraved on it somewhere, especially after the hand he’s dealt in the suffrage of the women in your family, especially after he held onto the grudge of his ancestors as if they were his own.

Your brain was still frazzled by the rumors of the young girls, still, you attempted to map out who the following Viscount would be to serve as a successor. You doubt any of their daughters would come back, they are all married into wealth far richer than the Kim’s could even dream of. There was their eldest son who was off on a voyage and no one had seen sight of him for the last 11 years. No one knew exactly who he was anymore or what he looked like for that matter.

If speculation was right and Lord Kim has passed—their mysterious son should be coming into town. Perhaps, you could try and arrange a meeting with him, and argue your case.

You could be free.

At last there was hope. The possibility of a future you actually had the chance of living.

You skipped the rest of the way to the cabin. Your feet felt lighter against the verdure path—a buoyant spark coursed through your blood stream, the current sent you floating in mid-air. Intoxicated off ecstasy at the mere grasp of the potential freedom you so desperately craved.

You stood near the barrier.

You were still in the Levate but there was a shift in the surroundings you were so accustomed to. Your initial thought was to run once and for all but your thoughts kept you grounded right where you stood.

Of course, you’ve thought about escaping but if the journals had taught you anything it was that running away would only lead to your demise.

All of your ancestors who disappeared. . turned up in a wooden box days after. You supposed freedom in the afterlife was much better than no freedom at all but you craved living and besides you couldn’t give the Kim’s the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

You couldn’t.

You breathed slowly as the figure on the other side stood facing you. Its face was blurred and the usual lines outlining one's eyes, nose and lips were consumed by irrefutable darkness.

“Who are you?” You yelled out. . No response, “what are you doing so near the barrier?”

It held its hand out—palm stretched out reaching for you; calling out for you.

“I cannot leave unless called for medical assistance purposes,” you stepped closer to the barrier. . definitely digging into treacherous territories, “this is my home.” The words tasted so sour on your tongue, because although you were forced into the Levate it certainly wasn’t a home.

It remained in the same position, you knew you should’ve been petrified but his demeanor was inviting, it called out to you. His vocal vibrations perforated right through the barrier and enchanted the soles of your feet leading you to inch closer and closer to it.

“I can’t. .” you mouthed.

You looked back into the thicket there was nothing left for you here.

One step closer.

The bottomless feeling of loneliness vanished and was replaced with optimism. You shouldn’t wait to go far away.

“I shouldn’t. .” you mumbled.

“Come to me,” you heard, the voice was monotone, displaying no real sense of emotion, “we must make haste.”

“No. . no. .” Your objections convinced no one at all, not even yourself—but your eyes were closed and you shook your head vigorously, “No. .” you chanted over and over.

The voice which was once louder than yours, sounded farther and farther away, its words became muffled and disintegrating in your head. Suddenly, there was a shift and his pleas to have you disobey the rules set upon your life became cries for help.

“Help,” it repeated once over.

“Shut up.” You screamed, finally opening your eyes, there was nothing but darkness. . and you were laying in bed.

You were just dreaming.

You sighed, relieved to learn that you were not on the brink of insanity. . a little deprived of formal human interaction but you weren’t entirely a lost cause yet. Perhaps, the whole thing was rooted from the lone thread which remained intact, the same one which was to eventually lead you right out of the Levate, if the Kim son was as merciful as he was rumored to be in the village back when you were younger.

You sat up on your bed, a cold bead of sweat traveled along your temples and once again you found yourself in solace within the night sky. It was peaceful, as usual, but you couldn’t help but wonder how far the sky stretched. Was there such a place on earth where the heavens met its end? A place where you could climb up the stars as you would a ladder and swim amongst them forever.

There was a whimper, initially, it was faint and you thought it came from a traveler on the pathway near the barrier. But the whines became louder and louder and they were followed with soft cries for help. Unfamiliar, to the one in your dream this voice sputtered much more emotion, whoever it belonged to, surely they were hurt.

You slid on your slippers and made kitten strides towards the front door of the cabin.

“Is there anyone here?”

You grabbed onto the door handle, before stopping for just a second to take a deep breath. After grabbing the lit up lantern from the nearby countertop you made your way out of the house.

“Where are you?” you called out once stepping off the last wooden staircase.

Realistically speaking, you were aware you should’ve armed yourself with a kitchen knife for protection—but you were steered by adrenaline almost; shaken with the possibility of your first patient in five years. Guzzled, with the idea of the presence of another human being on the premises.

“I’m on the left side of your lovely home.”

“Lovely. .” You scoffed, more like hell.

When you finally reached him, he was crushing your rose bush as he remained sprawled out on the ground.

“Are you in need of some assistance, sir?” You asked in the utmost innocent voice.

“Uh,” He groaned, “Yes. . yes please.”

“How did you end up past the barrier?”

“I came. .” he scratched the back of his head, his voice you noticed was grave, much lower than you could remember any man sounding like back in Hawkshead. It was soothing, and felt just as it does when the sun hits your skin on a hot summer day, “I can’t actually remember..”

“The barriers have that effect on people, especially those who were not cursed to be in here.”

“Cursed?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ll explain soon. How about I help you up and we can chat inside. I’m getting a bit cold out here.” You stretched for him to grab, he did, and you quickly led him to the safety of your home. You sat him on one of the dining room chairs and pulled the second one for you right beside him.

“Welcome to the Levate,” you placed the lantern on the table. The swaying of the candle’s flame reflected on his perfect fucking face.

Actually, was there anything more passionate than the word perfect? because if there was, it would still not be enough to describe the beauty of the man you’d just housed.

“The Levate.” He repeated, his expresso eyes glimmered under the flickering flame, they sparkled like the hundreds of bright friends you had found in the dead of night every dawn.

“Yes,” after washing your hands and gathering a bottle of whiskey, cloth bandages, tweezers, and a cold compress for his head you took a seat beside him

“Is this forest part of the village up ahead?”

“You remember Hawkshead?”

“Is that the village?”

You hummed.

“Vaguely.”

You placed the cotton cloth with ice against the bump on this forehead, “Is it ok if we remove this sleeve of your shirt?” You pointed at the bloodstained sleeve with the scattered holes which were likely a result of the thorns dug into his arm from your roses. He nodded, “does it hurt?”

He shook his head, “not really.”

“Can you remember your name?” You asked, slowly removing the shirt as to avoid more injury.

“Tae,” he winced. “All I remember is being called Tae.”

“Ok, Tae. .” you began, “This is going to pinch just a bit but you let me know if you want me to stop.”

Tae nodded. His arm had seven thorns adorning his honey-toned skin. “Do you remember anything about your family?”

“Not really,” You pulled out the first thorn and he winced, just six more to go, “I remember I have a mother and like 5 sisters but their names are blank. Is this normal here. . In the Levate?”

“Yes,” you pulled out two more, “It is. To on goers the Levate is a pause in time. This is the forest of abandonment—while in here your mind is on pause and all your memories are tampered by the forces casted upon the ambience.”

“So when I leave—”

“I have never had the liberty to leave but I believe I’ll be but a faint memory.”

“Are you stuck here?” You pulled out the remaining with little to no reaction from him.

You nodded. A faint smile was pressed upon your lips.

“I suppose I am.” After grabbing the whiskey and pouring some into a cloth you began dabing his wounds to prevent infection. His gaze was on you like a spell and while you tried to remain focused you couldn’t help the stutter in your movements as you began wrapping his arm up.

“What does that mean?”

“My great great grandmother made a very wealthy family in the village angry and ever since then the healing female descendents have been casted to an eternity of damnation here in the Levate. This is our home for the rest of our lives.” You looked right into his gleaming orbs in an attempt to hide the melancholiness in yours, his were soft; soulful; and you could easily map out the entire galaxy in them.

“Have you ever tried to just up and leave?”

“Others have tried but it didn't quite work out.”

“These people really hold onto grudges don’t they,” he shook his head.

“I guess it’s human nature.”

“What’s yours?” You stood to discard the supplies you had used to assist him. The ill-lit cabin was the worst reminder of what your human nature was; the Levate was too; your lineage; you were.

“To be alone.”

“And you believe that?”

“Doesn’t really matter what I believe because it is as it is. There’s nothing to change now and the only person who can is on voyages nowhere to be found.” Saying it out loud was unsparing—every time those hopeless words met your tympanum it added to the deeply rooted sentiment of wanting out, of searching for a better tomorrow.

“Who can?”

“Their son.”

“And he’s gone?”

You shrugged, “not dead just away from Hawkshead.”

He slouched back on the chair, lips spread widely in a yawn, his toned chest was exposed under the two torn buttons on his white top—he looked exhausted.

“Well this is the only home in the Levate but you are more than welcome to stay over as long as you like.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, my tiny prison is your tiny prison.” You smiled.

“I love the decorative statements you’ve made here,” he unhurriedly scanned the cabin’s walls, taking it all in inch by inch, “especially this unique wall paper.”

“It’s sun dried flowers. . they were all dead.”

“Well they certainly bring life to the place.”

“Thanks.”

His smile was wide, so luminous it lit up the pathway back to the village even from here. “And where shall I divulge in my slumber? I require a lot of commodities, you know.”

“Of course, will a sleeping bag or a duvet do?”

“Duvet sounds lovely.”

“I’ll fetch that for you.”

Mornings were always your favorite time of the day. You awoke, read a few pages from your ancestors journals or medical books, prepared a pot of tea and fetched the daily nutritional offerings left for you by those in the village. It was a routine, one you have grown accustomed to, and embraced dearly because it reminded you that despite being shunned away you were still here. Alive. Breathing.

You rubbed sleep off your eyes and sat up on the bed.

“Good morning,” the voice was invasive and although you knew Tae was here, you just weren’t used to having anyone around.

“Good morning to you.” you reciprocated, “you seem to be doing well this morning.”

“It was but a couple of scratches.” His back was still turned to you as he scrambled around on top of the stove, “I’m much better. I really hope you weren’t expecting me off this early.”

“Honestly, I thought you would’ve ran out of here as soon as the sun emerged.”

“Why is that?”

“A lot of men flee from the burden of not knowing. Actually, no. . Nobody has ever stumbled amongst my gardens before. I assume they would all run for the hills.”

“Assumptions are not facts.” Tae handed you a piece of bread and a small cup of coffee, “I hope you do not mind me staying just for a bit though.”

“That is fine with me.” You deliver softly. The only burden weighing on your shoulders was getting used to being around Tae and then having to watch him cross that barrier to his regular life back in the village without the faintest memory of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

You nodded, “I’m alright.”

“So. .” he rubbed his hands on his slacks, “What’s on the itinerary for the day?”

“Not much actually,” you laughed as you were reeled back into your pathetic life, “there are very few things to do in here.”

Tae smiled so tenderly it felt as if you were floating on water—as if you were being swayed aimlessly on a body of water. Allowing the curvatures of his mouth to direct you as they pleased. It felt so refreshing having someone smile at you that way. You couldn’t quite get enough of it.

“Anything in particular you need to get done?”

“I need to go wash my clothes in the river.”

“I’ll come along.”

Upon making it to the river you landed at the usual spot on the river bank where a couple of boulders sat. You placed your basket on the ground and reached for the first item before smearing soap on it to slap, twist and rub the clothes against the rock.

You repeated the same for everything you brought over which was not necessarily a whole lot but you felt the need to distract yourself from being so indulged in Tae’s presence.

“So what are you going to do to arrange a meeting with this wealthy person to get you out of here?” He laid on the grass, his head touched your calf slightly and you swore you could feel the small sparks beginning to ignite as his dark hair tickled your skin.

“First, I have to see if he’s back in town.”

“And how would we know?”

You shrugged, “They’re pretty well known so I’m hoping word gets around and somehow makes it back to me.”

“That’s an absurd plan.” His protests were right but you really had no way of arranging for things to be executed in a better way.

“Well, Tae, that is the best I could come up with. There’s no other way.”

“Are you even being watched here?” He asked.

“I walked the perimeter of the Levate previously but I didn’t see anyone guarding it but all my previous ancestors who have attempted an escape have been killed shortly after leaving.” You twisted the cloth a bit harder against the hard surface.

“So they’re not caught leaving but instead on the road out of the village. I’m guessing they’ve been unlucky enough to encounter people who honor that wicked family.” Tae continued, “how many have tried to escape?”

“Two.”

“One’s a coincidence but I believe in a situation like this two might be intentional. I’m not sure I remember but there might be guards watching movement in and out of the village”

“Seems like it. . but I do not plan an escape. I wanna leave out of here honorably and to break this stupid curse once and for all. It needs to end with me.” You rubbed harsher and harsher.

“I promise I will remember you. I’ll help you get out of here,” he sat up and guided your chin towards him—your eyes met his once again. They were dark this time, almost black and you could tell he actually meant the words he said and even though you did not quite believe he had a say in remembering anything upon crossing the barrier you smiled either way. He believed in you and your hopes of getting out and that’s all that mattered.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed playfully.

“You won’t have to wait long.” He held your hand and his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I promise.”

Promise. The density of the word was far too great and while you wanted to believe Tae’s dulcet words, you knew that even if unintentionally he would forget about your existence the moment he left.

His heart was in the right place but you could not get your hopes up on empty promises.

You just had to find the Kim son.

“It’s really no trouble. I don’t want you knocking door to door back at the village asking about the girl living in the woods.”

“I’ll do it if I have to. You are not your ancestors’ mistakes. You deserve a chance at a life to live.” His touch was still soothing against you, it mimicked the softness of silk and you could maintain your fingers intertwined for an eternity. Funny enough in this situation an eternity did not seem long enough to have Tae holding you as he was.

“I’ll be here.” There was a flutter in your heart—something you’ve never felt before, “I would ask about you but your memory is impaired at the moment.”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I’m hoping I’m an only child and hopefully a succeeding prince.”

“A prince would never set foot in Hawkshead.”

“Perhaps I was in search of my princess.”

“In Hawkshead?” you shook your head, “again. . unrealistic.”

“Not entirely.” He laid back on the grass and closed his eyes, “It is no secret how desperate princes tend to be.”

“So now you are desperate?”

“Perhaps,” he shrugged.

“Perhaps—” you reiterated, “and what exactly is his desperateness dependent on?”

“The lady I would be searching for I guess.”

“I’m sure there are countless potential maidens to choose from back in Hawkshead.”

“Hawkshead?” He chuckled amusingly.

“Well, yes, that was your intentional destination. Was it not?” A breeze swept swiftly easing the haze raging in your head as a result of Tae’s words and the scorching mid-summer sun.

“Intentional?” he shrugged, “Sure. But I believe I ended up right where I needed to be.”

“You believe so?” You hummed.

“I know so.” Tae was confident and the certitude behind his words sent a shiver down your spinal cord—just twenty four hours with him and your heart began to pounce at your chest whenever his voice graced your ears. Your movements slowed and you felt breathless as if his being alone sucked the air right out of your lungs.

“The implications of this place are less than ideal don’t you think?” you resonated.

“You have lived it darling. Is the Levate substandard?”

“It is like a prison chamber,” you scrubbed the top in your hands so hard it felt like you were grating your palm on the boulder.

“Do you not believe yourself to be free?”

“I live the same days over and over again, Tae. There is no freedom within these borders.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

His being was alluring like one of those paintings your father kept in his study back home. The soft strokes of the emerald grass complimented the honey tone Tae seemed to have adopted for the duration of summer. Elegance augmented his features from his dark locks, to the soft smile curved at his face, to his attire.

He belonged in an art gallery.

He cleared his throat, “can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Is your love already promised to someone else once you leave this place?”

“No.” One word responses were not usually your forte but Taehyung’s question was rather surprising, although coming from the peak of his curiosity you expected nothing less, “why is that inquiry living in your head?”

“I wanted to decipher whether I would ever have a chance with you.”

“Perhaps, if it is written in the stars, we could meet back in Hawkshead and during courtship we could attend the balls in each other’ arms.”

“The balls are pretentious and congested with chaotic gestures of desperate daughters. . I want no distraction in my attempt to romance you,” he was a sweet talker, you had noticed, swatting the butterflies in your stomach was useless — you could already feel yourself colliding against him.

“In society we would not be granted the privacy you require. .” you shook your head, “do you want a forced marriage at the cost of your hands accidentally touching mine?”

“Not forced. . My willingness is voluntary.”

“You live inside the fantasy brick walls of your creative mind..”

“Are you saying you would mind?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Good. Now push over,” He kneeled beside you making your elbows grace each other ever so slightly. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose or if he even felt what you did but your feet levitated into the stratosphere. His touch even unintentionally swept you right off your feet, “allow me to give you a hand.”

It’s been three days since Tae stumbled upon your rose bushes and sadly it was his last night here in the Levate. He was to cross the barrier early morning and embark on his quest to help you out of here. . if he even remembered.

You really hoped he did but there was no certainty and that very detail would gnaw at your anxiousness until you were given the chance to be face to face with him once again.

“What are you so deep in your head about?” Tae asked from his position on the floor.

“Many things.”

“What? Will you miss me?” He joked.

Yes. You wanted to shout out but you didn’t.

“Not one bit.”

“I don’t believe you,” you were sure there was probably a smug expression plastered on his face but you were too busy glancing out the window to verify, “your days were graced by my charm.”

“So narcissistic,” you heard him gasp, “perhaps you are a descendent of royals after all.”

“It is in my bloodstream.”

An ear-splitting silence fell between the two of you. You realized even just his company sufficed to provide you with warmth and comfort you needed.

“Have you ever tried to count how many stars look over us every night?” The vibrato of his whispered; grave utters bounced right off of the oak walls.

“That would be impossible.” The luminous points invaded the night sky as they did every other night. They were your faithful companions.

“Not at all,” slumber was catching up to him. You could hear it in the stammering, “every night as we lay under the same sky, let’s both count the stars until we finally get to reunite once more.”

“How would we know we are watching them at the same exact time?”

“Just trust your heart.”

“I know it’s selfish. .” you began, “but I wish you could stay for a bit longer.”

Tae did not respond, not vocally anyway. Instead, he turned in the direction of your bed from his place on the floor. His expression was tender, his cheeks were impaled by dimbles.

You would miss his company, and his eyes, and his smile, and the unspoken intimacy you felt dancing between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it as intensely as you did even in such a short time? You wouldn’t dare ask—but your heart was convinced he did, while your head remained on his departure the following morning. No matter how many times he promised, you were aware you would be a granule of sugar in a short three days of his abundant existence, one he would not be able to remember the moment he walked out on the other side.

You wanted to kiss him so badly. His lips were so inviting. . It would be your perfect departure from him.

But there was no use if he would not be able to recall any of it once he crossed over.

“I would stay with you forever,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes abruptly—but he was already fast asleep. Surely, you’d imagined it.

Surely.

“Lord Kim,” a voice sounded through the other side of the door, “are you decent?”

He hummed back groggily and almost immediately his doubled doors were pushed open. The Butler of the Kim estate, Hoseok, invaded his dormitory.

“I told you since I have come back, Hoseok,” he yawned, “you are more than welcome to refer to me as Taehyung.”

“Of course Sir,” he stumbled, “I mean, Taehyung.”

Taehyung sat up on the canopy bed surrounded by fine silk sheets. Ever since he was able to make it home after being missing, life in the Kim estate seemed like so much for just one person. It all did. This bed, his room, his new title as Viscount Kim ever since his father passed away twelve months prior.

Before making it to Hawkshead, Taehyung had gone missing for a period of three entire days, and although his mother had kept this information from him at the time, he managed to obtain the location from where he was found by staff in the manor after his mother passed just nine months ago.

They told him he had been laying down near the northern border of the Levate forest geared towards the entrance of the village.

Back then, he was coming back home to assist his mother with the funerary ceremony for his father—but after losing her as well just a few months after he was shackled to this place as he was officially the new and esteemed, Viscount Kim Taehyung III.

“I just wanted to announce that dinner would be served in about ten minutes, sir.” He did not make it a habit to correct Hoseok on the usage of anything but his name once again. For, he knew his father and ancestors before were rather stern with how they managed life around the home.

He knew his changes would take some getting used to.

“Would you like me to close the drapes, Sir?”

“No, Hoseok, they’re fine. I like to look at the night sky before falling fast asleep.”

“Very well, I’ll see downstairs in ten.” Hoseok walked towards the door and reached for the golden handle before opening it.

“Hoseok,” Taehyung called out, “the files that I requested a few days ago. Have they been fetched yet?”

“Yes sir, they’re bringing up the last of the few boxes and everything should be in the study right after dinner.”

“Thank you so much, Hoseok.”

Hoseok disappeared behind the mahogany door and Taehyung was left alone once again.

Just him and his thoughts.

And somehow they always brought him right back to those three days he couldn’t even precisely remember. The Levate was always known to be desolate; scary and unexplored. Those were the stories his parents always recounted as a warning for him to stay away but he could not help the feeling that there had been someone out there who took care of him.

But who could willingly reside in that creepy forest on the outskirts of the village?

Tae walked over to his bedroom window taking in the sights of the stars swimming amongst the late night sky. In the couple of minutes he stood by he counted hundreds of them. There was a sense of serenity in being able to witness their brightness, there was a bubbling urgency in him in wanting to assign a number to all of them, although it seemed impossible.

He would one day, though, and that was a promise he made to himself.

After scarcely getting through dinner as he did not have too much of an appetite, Taehyung invited Hoseok over to the study in an attempt to get through all of the documents he needed to before dawn.

Under the flickering flames of the candles around the room, Hoseok took the couch with one box while he sat in the leather chair behind your father’s desk with two more. The first few documents detailed finances, work affairs and where your father usually geared towards for business encounters. On the bottom of the first box there was a folder with a black stamp sealed in the top right corner, spelling the word, confidential in all capitals.

He quickly pulled out the folder and scattered the documents out in-front of him. It was a family tree with all of the female descendants circled in red ink for the last two-hundred years. There were two years listed under every single name, one for which they were banished and one for the date indicating they had passed away.

The most recent one showed the latest descent had been banished around six years prior.

Taehyung, flipped through a couple more pages in the document before landing on the agreement between the council, the Kim family and the first ancestor to have been banished.

Apparently, she had attempted to assist in the birth of a Kim ancestor hundreds of years ago who passed during the delivery and instead of public execution, they had sentenced her to banishment in the Levate. Although not stated in the original document they made a new regulation after her passing to imprison all the female descendants on her side of the family as a repercussion to avoid the death of any more babies in the village by the carelessness of their hands.

“This is absurd,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “come here, Hoseok. Did you know about this?”

Hoseok hovered over your shoulder as he began scanning the document, nodding slowly as if he wanted to lie instead but opting against it in the end.

“I found out when it was time for your father to banish the recent descendant six years ago,” he leaned on the dark walls of the room, “but your father wasn’t as understanding as you are. He threatened me and my family in exchange for my secrecy.”

“But he’s been gone for months, Hoseok.” Taehyung reasoned, he was mad that the butler had not brought it up at least once in the past few months, “You’ve had so many opportunities to bring it up to my attention.”

“I did not know many details, Sir,” his lips quivered and Taehyung could see the exasperation glooming over Hoseok, “All I know is the latest descendent was banished and only you have the power to bring it to the council for reconsideration as a Kim.”

Taehyung’s expression softened, “thank you for providing me with the details now. Would you please seek out the council and arrange for a meeting tomorrow afternoon?”

“Of course.”

“This is all for tonight. Please let me know of the meeting time and location come early morning. Good night, Hoseok.”

“Good night.”

The meeting was arranged in the Kim garden early afternoon and while you had discussed some pressing points the council held relating to your parents passing, it was time for you to bring your own concern to their attention.

Most of the original council has now been overtaken by an earlier generation for reasons similar to your own.

“Joon, I presume Hoseok mentioned the reason for the calling of today’s meeting.”

He nodded as he gobbled on yet another tea sandwich, “he provided a brief synopsis.”

Joon was the descendent of the original founder of the council and whatever he said went. He was far less serious and strict than his father was but Tae supposed they all were. None of them were their fathers.

“Why don’t you detail what you want to propose with a bit more clarity, Taehyung?” Yoongi cut-in as he noticed Namjoon was far too indulged in the delicacies table. Yoon was more of the straightforward kind of guy and had fought tirelessly to be kept out of the council but with the passing of his father he had no choice but to step in as the eldest Min son.

“This is regarding the descendants of the Levate. I wanted to propose an official release as the original document was altered after the first healer passed away.” you detailed, “it is not fair to continue the imprisonment of those women in that forest.”

“I agree,” Jimin cut-in. His family was known for being quite liberal and you figured the recorded vote against the sending of that woman to the Levate all of those years ago came from his ancestor.

“That’s 2-5, as I am obviously voting against keeping her there,” Tae said.

“I’m with them seems a bit cruel and unusual,” Seokjin conquered.

“Same.” Yoongi said.

He was the more traditional man of the bunch so it surprised you when Joon seemed to be the bearer of bad news.

“I also agree with your arguments but the only way out of banishment for the healer is marriage to a Kim descendent. It is stated in the original document that you should have read Tae.”

“Don’t ‘Tae’ me if you plan to enforce the rules of our beastly fathers.”

“I plan to do no such thing,” Joon quickly argued, “but we were sworn in to provide transparency to the people of Hawkshead. We are not royalty by any means but as founding families we do not and cannot sit above the mandates of those who came before us, for if we do, how can the people trust in us as the new replacing founders.”

“I’m afraid he’s right, Taehyung,” Seokjin was the voice of reason, “we cannot afford having the village against our judgments and decisions at this time.”

This is not what he originally planned for.

“With all due respect Tae,” Yoongi began, “How about we near the borders of the Levate and summon the descendent. From there we can propose the marriage proposal and see where she stands. If it is not an option for her she will unfortunately have to enter back into the Levate until we can seek a viable way to get her out.”

“It is settled, she does not need to be paying for reparations of an accident that took place years ago. Therefore, all in favor of the marriage proposition to lift banishment say I.” Joon was an honest man, and Taehyung was sure the pressures of being head of the founding council was a heavy-bearing occupation and though this wasn’t the conclusion he was hoping for—it was a start.

A wave of I’s circled around him.

He hesitated but ultimately caved as he saw no other way as of now, “I.”

Approaching the Levate was quite intimidating and it certainly did not help that Yoongi, Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon had offered to accompany you on the trip to the initiation of a possible loveless marriage.

They stood near the carriage as he walked towards the barrier. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as a wind of familiarity immediately brushed past his face the closer he got.

Taehyung hoped this would not seem odd to you but he was trying his best to get you out of the Levate as soon as possible.

Taehyung saw her figure nearing the border of the green pasture and automatically noticed her smile beaming from ear to ear. She was as radiant as the flowers embedded in the wealthiest of gardens in the village, as dazzling as the sun and her aura was as familiar as the late-night stars he had begun conversing with ever since he made it back home earlier that year.

“Tae, you’re back,” her voice was silky and your name sounded like honey dripping from her lips, “you promised and now you’re back.”

He cleared your throat “I promised?”

“Sorry,” she began, “yes, some months ago you had stumbled into the Levate after being back from a voyage. After falling on my rose garden. I did a miniscule job of pulling out the thorns and you stayed about three days before heading off,” her recount of the events cleared the patches of missing information within your memory.

“Why can’t I remember any of that on my own?”

“The barrier of the Levate erases your memory as soon as you cross over,” her eyebrows were furrowed, “but if you cannot remember how come you are here?”

“My name is Kim Taehyung III, a descendent of the Hawshead founding families. After the recent passing of our fathers the replacement council made it our mission to overturn the cruel mandates set forth by our ancestors.”

“Yes, we discussed that while you were in here,” she said softly, “although, I did not know then that you were the person I needed to speak to.”

“Your case was the first to come to our attention, mine especially, as a Kim descendent. In the unofficial documents by the founders however there is a minor detail standing in the way of your immediate liberation.”

“What is the minor detail?”

“The only way of our banishment for your family is through marriage.” Taehyung said.

Her pupils were blown and her voice quivered, “who would I have to wed?”

“Me. Otherwise you would have to remain in the Levate until the council finds another way to get you out.”

The agreement of marriage came unexpectedly to you but in your time together she had recollections of only pleasant memories plus made you made him promise to drag you along on his explorations when he had to go off on voyages.

You craved to see the world.

Taehyung agreed and after the small wedding ceremony with the founding families bearing as witnesses. The two of you became husband and wife in the local church after your meeting a couple of days prior. Everything was geared on high speed and happened just a few weeks after your meeting with the proposition.

The two of you barely had any time to talk between the legality of documents and the preparations of the hurried marriage.

“Are we all alone?” you asked, flickering on the lights of the family room as you walked in the Kim estate.

“It is the beginning of the honeymoon traditions,” he informed, “the house is left vacant for the husband and wives and the next couple of days we get to ourselves before embarking on a voyage to visit extended family.”

“Is my family still around in Hawkshead?” you asked to take a seat on the couch, he followed sitting across from you.

“They live a boat ride over now but not far. They were granted leave by my father as the remaining siblings seemed to be brothers who were born just a couple of years ago.”

“I have brothers?”

“Twin brothers,” he confirmed, “we can go see them tomorrow if you would like.”

“Can we go later on in the week?”

“We shall go right before heading off to see mine early next week. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fine.”

He scratched the back of his head, “I forgot to thank you for your care back in the Levate. I am sorry I cannot remember anything about our time together.”

She shook her head, “it is not your fault my Lord. I was just happy I could assist, plus you made those three days the best of my time in the Levate.”

“You can just call me Taehyung if you would like.”

“Taehyung.” she repeated, “so it is true that the replacing founders are trying to implement structures of change to Hawkshead. They seem to be less austere and puritanical than their ancestors.”

He flashed a boxy smile in your direction, the one you missed so much over the past year, “I heard they are trying their hardest.”

“I am glad their compassion now graces the land,” you complimented, watching as his cheeks turned as red as the roses he had stumbled upon in your garden, “thank you Taehyung, for keeping your promise of getting me out of there.”

“No need to thank me. Unfortunately, my descendants were at fault for this entire ordeal. It is the least I could do.”

You gazed at the way his cherry lips were moisturized by his tongue. Perhaps, a nervous tic you had not quite picked up back in the Levate. Was he nervous? Replaying, the rather chaste kiss he left on your lips back at the altar and his clammy palms holding yours you deduced he was in fact nervous.

All you could ever think of however was his body heat in your proximity.

“It will forever be engraved in my heart that even after losing your memories of me after crossing the barrier, you still cared enough to get a stranger out of that situation,” you placed your hand on top of his.

“It was my basic duty after everything inflicted on your family all these years,” you noticed the change in his tone as he breathed out ruggedly, “please do not assume you owe me anything because of this. You do not.”

“I know you are a perfect gentleman, Taehyung but my heart beat for you the moment we met back in the Levate. What I feel is not forced or payment for your heroic antics,” his eyes remained on his lap and he seemed to be averting eye contact at all costs, “but that doesn’t mean you are forced to reciprocate something you cannot remember.”

“I cannot remember it,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “but I can feel the way my heart races when you come in my proximity. I felt it during our meeting. I feel it even now.”

The heat rose rapidly as you felt the way his eyes began mapping out your figure sprawled out on the couch. You figured it was a bit onerous though, as the wedding dress gifted to you wasn’t too flattering on your body. You made short strides towards him and stood in between his thighs, after unzipping the fabric you saw as it pooled at your feet exposing your inner-wear.

His carnal desires were reflective on the way his eyes scorched to a deep umber and his lower lip was blanketed under his teeth.

“Can I take you up to my suite?” The question sounded in your ears like a song being played delicately on the keys of pianos.

“Take me to your suite.”

Taehyung carried you bridal style sharing plenty of laughs at the countless trips and stumbles as he trotted up the stairs with you in his arms. You both finally made it to his massive sleeping chamber—it seemed a bit crazy how you were shoved into a tiny pocket of the Levate while Taehyung slept this lavishly every night.

You didn’t hold it against him but it was ironic how your worlds were destined to be so different and somehow clashed.

“Your house is so grand,” your eyes wandered through the different shades of blues adorning his room, “and to think you wanted to stay with me in the forest.”

“What?” he scoffed, “you do not see me as someone who can forage off the land?”

“You are far from the term, Kim Taehyung.”

“Assumptions are not facts,” he laid beside you on the bed and suddenly you were taken back to that morning in the Levate when he uttered those exact words.

“You have said those exact words to me before, you know.”

“My wisdom transcends the erasure of memories from a magical forest. You didn’t know?”

You giggled landing a soft punch on his elbow. “It seems I was not aware.”

“Now you are,” the tips of his fingers felt like waves of static shocks against your skin. He traced the outline of your chin, the nape of your neck, and collarbone before stopping where your cleavage began.

Your eyes were shut tightly as his cold touch continued exploring your searing body.

“Darling, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Taehyung, you have been the muse of my wildest dreams and the root of my deepest desires for the year following your leave,” you caressed his delicate cheeks with the back of your thumbs. He melted right into your touch, “I have longed for you and now I am finally here with you.”

“You waited for me?”

“Well realistically speaking,” you shrugged, “I had nowhere to go. My only option was to wait.”

He winked, “I will remember it my way.”

As a substitute to the small talk the both of you had engaged in to relieve some of the tension clinging to the air, you found yourselves leaning into each other at a leaden speed until finally your lips crashed into one another. His tender lips tasted of strawberries exactly as you imagined.

And the way his lips moved against yours was agonizingly mellow - and made you feel faint.

Who would have guessed being free could ever taste so sweet. . so fucking sweet.

The two of you were bare, crashing back into the ocean of his silk sheets. His wandering touch landed on your breast, while his kisses continued sweeping you off your feet. . his fingers focused on your nipple as he began rolling, pinching, and rubbing the sensitive bud.

“Taehyung. .” you breathed out.

“I’m just getting started,”

His pillowy lips trailed down your stomach leaving icy wet kisses on your skin leading you to succumb to the delicacy of his care. Your paradise you quickly realized was at the mercy of Taehyung’s ministrations.

The way he pecked your body so sweetly was intoxicating.

Just when you believed he reached his destination, he continued to travel lower and lower positioning himself between your thighs.

“Taehyung?” your eyes met his as he hovered over your arousal.

“Do you trust me darling?”

He propped your legs up on his shoulders. A yelp escaped your lips as your pussy was now placed right in front of his face.

Your heart began pounding against your chest blaringly - it became so potent you could almost hear its rhythmic beat against the shell of your ear.

“I trust you.”

The feeling was electrifying and beat through you like a bolt of lightning igniting a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. His effects on you were lost in the darkness invading your surroundings; still he devoured you as if you were the last meal he’s been presented with.

His tongue licked and sucked your clit. Your breath hitched and all your voice could manage were incoherent babbles accompanied by the chanting of his name.

“Y-you are so good Taehyung.”

He hummed against your folds.

“So good, Taehyung.” You repeated, lacing your finger into his dark strands.

There were spurs of white light behind your eyelids as you became enthralled in the way he continued to move against you. The pleasure was addicting and you were afraid your longing wish was to have Taehyung on his knees every hour of every day and at every given moment.

“Please do not stop,” He continued, “please.”

There were successions of shooting stars ornamenting the heavens and finally you reached the breath-taking place where the earth and the sky meet.

Your heaven.

“You were so good darling,” he paused, “you took my breath away.”

His voice is now deeper than you remembered. A train of moonlight invaded his dormitory. Taehyung looked as stunning as ever, his hair is a disheveled mess, his lips adopted a deeper hue of scarlet while his features were inundated with his sweat.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yes.”

The feeling was foreign and dissimilar to the feeling you had experienced hen his mouth ate you out, you felt full with him inside of you and although initially there was pain, the more you grew accustomed to it the more pleasure you felt.

His hips moved slowly in and out of you.

Your whimpers mixed with his groans was all that could be heard through the house.

Still, his agonizing pace remained, while his finger landed back on your clit as he traced the number eight repeatedly.

There was no falter in his movements, continued, and continued and continued once again.

Those shooting stars from before burst into beautiful displays of fireworks and for the second time that night you reached your high.

When Taehyung pulled out of you he was still hard, “I am going to head to the bathroom.”

You cut-in, “can I help?”

“Oh,” he moaned, “can you?”

“I want to.”

He sat at the foot of the mattress and patted the spot next to him for you to sit—you did.

“Use your hand. Is that ok with you darling?”

“Yes, can you guide me?”

“Of course.”

The tip of his cock disappeared behind your grasp while his balmy palms covered yours. He guided you down to the base and back up to the tip—the motion he set was swift and you could only ogle as Taehyung masterbated using your hand for release.

The thought made you wet all over again.

He whimpered, “I’m so close.”

His hand remained on top of yours but his motions were no longer leading, he was too engrossed in his own pleasure. You hastened the speed, now determined to help him feel as good as he made you feel.

His whispered moans only motivated your movements until finally his come covered your hand.

After disappearing for a couple of seconds Taehyung walked back from the wash room with a towel in hand, “sorry I didn’t warn you about this,” he wiped you all clean.

“I liked it,” you murmured, “I would like for you to teach me many more things.”

“We have a whole eternity for that darling.”

“Eternity. . That sounds nice.”

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author’s note: this feels a but rushed in certain parts and I apologize for that but this story is been something that has taken way too long and I was truly just looking to put it out — hopefully it’s enjoyable though.

thanks for reading. comments, likes, reblogs and messages are always appreciated. let me know what you think <3

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Quarterly Fic Recs 2023 #3

Hello! I can't believe how quickly we've reached the third list of the year! I wasn't able to read as much as I wanted, but I hope you all enjoy these wonderful fics <3

Namjoon

baby fever @95rkives

summary: what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

drunk in love @joon4eva

summary: you and whiskey are never a good combination. or: you’ve been in love with your best friend for years and you might tell him about it while drunk.

Jimin

menace @eoieopda

summary: Your shithead brother, Seokjin, is throwing his annual Valentine’s Day party. You didn’t want to go in the first place - and now his shithead friend, Jimin, is responsible for getting you there.

all mine @souryoong

summary: your new boyfriend can’t make you finish, but your ex boyfriend sure can.

thank you for your service @jiminniethemarshmallow

summary: As a servant of your kingdom, all Jimin wants to do is please you and service you in any way that he can.

Taehyung

high tide @kookslastbutton

summary: Due to Taehyung’s job as a cruise ship Captain, you are constantly miles away from each other. Weekly phonecalls help and this one gets a little nasty and a lot sweet.

Jungkook

something borrowed @alphabetboyluvr

mafia au

chained to you @hisunshiine

idol au

into the wild @bonny-kookoo

summary: The wolf pretending to be the grandmother, just to later swallow the poor red riding hood whole- is he attempting to gain your trust as well just to feast on your flesh later, once he gets hungry for a meal?

seven days @kithtaehyung

summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven.

and my man, thank you to my man @darklingjeon

dealer au

because, i love you ch. 12 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should   be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time   on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks   then.

things you don't know @btsgotjams27

summary: it’s been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. after moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.

Yoongi

heartache @sailoryooons

summary: Unresolved feelings lead to nothing but heartache when you run into Yoongi at a wedding five years after breaking up. Especially when you realize that despite Yoongi have feelings for you, there is still another woman on his arm. 

right here ^

summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment. 

Taehyung

backstage @jeonqkooks

summary: what’s the best way to release energy for someone with an oral fixation?

champagne problems @still-with-koo

summary: you turn down taehyung’s very public marriage proposal. inspired by champagne problems by taylor swift.

Jungkook

6:42 a.m. @bangtanintotheroom

summary: Jungkook is ready to kick off a new day of loving you.

OT7/Multiple Members

cosmic collision @gimmethatagustd

summary: A responsible weedman, Yoongi always tests out new marijuana strains before selling them to his customers. When his supplier offers him a new strain, Cosmic Collision, Yoongi is eager to try it. What he doesn’t expect is the alien that comes with it.

Seokjin

the one with seokjin and without complaints @eoieopda

summary: you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin.

musical chairs @ugh-yoongi

rival teachers au

lucky ^

things you said when you were drunk

view @noteguk

summary: in which seokjin likes to show people what is his.

sugar sweet @ditttiii

summary: Jin loves sweet things. Jin loves you. add it all together, stir the mixture up, and ta-da! There he has his dessert! Enjoy ♡ Or alternatively where Jin basically uses you as his damn plate and loves every second of it!

wash 'n dry @seokoloqy

summary: The one where Seokjin is the cute RA who catches you doing laundry at 1 AM and you both have time to kill.

thunder @/ppersonna

summary: you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year. apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

Yoongi

angel @/sailoryooons

summary: Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences.

carnival of terror @theharrowing

summary: The carnival is in town, and it is unlike anything you have ever experienced. Will you make it out alive?

crescendo @/ugh-yoongi

established relationship

loose lips ^

friends to lovers

baby maker @shadowkoo

summary: You and Yoongi have been relishing the comfort of your newly married life, savoring each moment together. However, there’s an additional want tugging at your heartstrings – the thought of becoming a mother. That’s right, you want a baby. Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s ready for the journey of bringing a baby into your lives. But he’ll agree to anything that makes you happy, and if it’s a baby you want, it’s a baby you’ll get.

on your period @7ndipity

summary: Yoongi looks after you on your period

don't come yet @jl-micasea-fics

established relationship

night short #25 @euphoricfilter

make up sex

Hoseok

sensuous @delugguk

hot emo hobi @minisugakoobies

i'm yours @yoongiphoria

If you're making a mistake, it's bound to be your favorite one.

bad things come in three @hyungieyoongi

established relationship

hoseok drabble @here4kpopfics

brother's best friend

intoxicated @peachypinkygloss

summary: Drugs make everything better. Even sex.

bones @floralseokjin

summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?

Namjoon

signed, sealed, delivered @fresh-outta-jams

summary: You’re in college when your soulmate tattoo finally shows up: an address. Sending a letter couldn’t hurt, right?

the rich man's crochet club @kpopfanfictrash

summary: When they were freshmen in college, Namjoon began a club with his six closest friends. The one thing they all had in common? V i r g i n s as fuck. Obviously, they couldn’t call the club the Virgins Club and so, the Rich Man’s Crochet Club was born. Until time passes and Namjoon is the only one left. Now, the Club has one, final mission: to get Namjoon laid.

not so dinner date @bangtaninborderland

idol au

breakfast @hamsterclaw

summary: Turns out your big dumb goon can make eggs.

everything slow @hobidreams

summary: your boyfriend catches you missing him with your hand between your legs, his name a moan on your tongue. it looks like you need a little help…

tonight ^

how will you spend the night with your man?

love language @rmnamjoons

summary: Exactly one year before one meets their soulmate, their love’s first words spoken to them appear as a tattoo on their wrist. When Namjoon’s tattoo appears, however, it’s not of words, but of the most beautiful set of eyes he’s ever seen.

there was a bug @/kimnjss

summary: you and joon have been best friends for years, unexpectedly his feelings start to grow more than platonic. deciding to keep this to him, joon stays as your best friend and roommate. things are going fine, until one night you’re forced to sleep in his room.

out of my league @ppersonna

summary: Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

will you let me? @bratkook

summary: Namjoon wants nothing more than to see you stuffed full of his cum, and as his mind starts to wander with thoughts of the future, he has to know if you’d let him.

the package thief @/blog-name-idk

summary: You have a new neighbor who is incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he seems to hate you for no discernable reason at all. Does he think that just because he’s hot, he can get away with being an asshole?

#i truly wish i had read more #but life got rocky for a moment #i promise i don't purposely exclude members #i read what's on my dash mostly #and i've been mostly reading drabbles bc i can't focus for very long #i hope you enjoy these fic recs <3

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In liberosis can u share the men pov too when they were drinking and smoking at yoongi*s

characters: kim seokjin and inaya (aphotic), min yoongi and shiza (liberosis), jung hoseok (psychomachy), park jimin and rei (nodus tollens), kim taehyung and tanaz (enouement), jeon jeongguk and azumi (kaiho).

words: 2.068

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking.

original one-shot: liberosis

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series

the smoke from the finest cuban cigars is blinding but not for this particular group of men in their early thirties, enjoying the finer things in life; aptly aged scotch and cuban cigars. it's like there is something different in the air and they cannot think back to a time when they all were together — having fun. well, it is a weird group composition to begin with — other than their ages, not one set of the men had a single thing in common.

we have a detective of the violent crimes squad; the civil servant, detective jeon jeongguk and opposite to him is sat the oldest of the group; a typical capitalist businessman, kim seokjin, who has never given a flying fuck about staying in tune with the laws of the land he gladly corrupts for his benefit. beside him is sat the host of the party; who is bound by his profession to give lots of flying fucks about the laws of the land, but he gladly tweaks the loophole of the statutes — advocate min yoongi, the defense lawyer. the trio of the older men is completed with the rich chaebol hotelier on the other side of seokjin; dressed in the finest of silks that your eyes will ever lay on, jung hoseok who has a penchant for complaining about anything that seems out of place, but he has not pointed one finger tonight — guess shiza has done a great job and yoongi cannot help but feel proud of his feisty little wife. by hoseok’s side, dr kim taehyung, the top surgeon of the country, is sprawled in a half-lying position, reaching over for the canister of scotch to refill his glass. the man on the other side helped taehyung reach the canister to which, taehyung gave a nod as a thank you, he would smile too but he is not comfortable smiling at strangers and park jimin is the newest addition to the group. taehyung does not even know who this jimin guy is and frankly he is not bothered much about it — he misses his braniac hyung, professor kim namjoon who could not make the party due to work reasons.

jeongguk and jimin are sat on one side of the expensive kashmiri pashmina rug while the other four men were sat opposite to them maybe three-four feet away. taehyung belonged to the trio of the younger men but he would rather drink boiling hot lava than be seen anywhere near jeon jeongguk.

“so, jimin. what do you do for a living again?” seokjin voiced when he noticed that the men had started to let loose after a drink or two. he took the position of the leader of the group quite naturally, guess it comes with the age and experience.

“uh, i choreograph kpop idols.”

“fuck. have you ever worked with IU?” jeonggguk’s doe eyes turned to jimin in a second.

yoongi couldn’t help but let a snicker at the youngest’s excitement, “such a kid.”

“unfortunately, no. but i work with all the top artists of sme, yge, hybe, starship and all.”

“well, this man here owns half of KBS,” hoseok’s index finger wrapped around the glass of scotch came off and pointed at seokjin.

seokjin let a humble laugh, “half? oh please,” he turned to jimin, the serious facade returning to his features, “i own merely 49% of the stakes.”

jimin hates to admit it but his jaw physically fell open in front of such sophisticated, well put men as the word ‘merely’ floated around his brain like a windows XP screensaver.

“such a show-off,” jeongguk scoffed, taking a puff of the cigar to which the oldest just chuckled.

jimin turned to jeongguk, “detective jeon, if i owned 49% stakes in KBS, i would probably get that tattooed on my dumb forehead.”

jeongguk laughed, coughing the smoke out at the broken humour, “call me jeongguk, please.”

“how did you land that cutie?” taehyung gestured with his eyes at the bespectacled girl sitting among the wives in the sober baby-blue playsuit, park rei.

jimin felt a slight tinge of jealousy, just a slight tinge and it was not the bad kind — not the kind which would make him want to take it up with the surgeon for calling his wife cute — but more like the good kind where he is proud to show you off without feeling threatened constantly. being among happily married men makes jimin feel so secure — a company of men he would look to be included in.

“ah, she was a tough one to come around but looks like i have finally tired her down.”

hoseok raised his glass, “i know right! that tiring down shit works wonder.”

jimin laughed, clinking the advanced glass with his before both taking a sip. tiring women down is what civilised, cultured men of this modern society do, right? the nerve of these men.

“can’t relate,” jeongguk boasted with a smirk, his biceps flexed through the thin material of the untucked shirt as he reached for the canister of scotch. 

taehyung snorted hard at that, bringing jeongguk’s unwanted gaze at him, “what?”

“are you jealous of me?” jeongguk was quick to retort.

taehyung could taste the bile at the distasteful question, “you have got to be kidding me!”

yoongi glared at jeongguk while hoseok put a sober hand on taehyung’s shoulder to lower down the steeply rising testosterone level of the room.

seokjin, taking on his pacifier role, spoke up, “tch, tch, boys. don’t ruin the fun. we are having a good time, right?”

the men nodded slowly, one by one after the thick air around them settled down.

the newbie, jimin, did not miss the piercing glares the younger duo gave each other. it was clear that it took both of them a lot of self-control to step down from an ugly fight. he watched jeongguk pouring himself another glass and downing it before turning to him, back to his jovial mood. remind jimin to never get on the bad side of any of these men; they all hold such a domineering aura, ready to put anyone in their places like they own everything. they all are from different walks of lives, working in different professions yet they all have that exact same trait of toxic masculinity engrained into them, including jimin.

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the men were engaged in quite the conversation when azumi walked up to jeongguk, placing her hand on his shoulder to nudge him out of the conversation, “we should get going. you’ve duty in the morning.”

jeongguk frowned, sighing the smoke out through his nose before handing the half-smoked cigar to hoseok, “yes baby,” he turned to the men, “unlike you rich pricks, i have work in the morning.”

“mm, officer. thank you for your service,” seokjin hooted, gaining a laugh from the rest of them. 

jeongguk chuckled, wearing his jacket, the right sleeve of which he kept getting wrong till azumi held it up for him to slide his right arm in. her husband placed the arm over her as she walked him out after bidding farewell to the wives.

jeongguk almost sprained his ankle while getting off the stairs at the porch of the min mansion but azumi managed to keep his balance.

“how much did you drink?”

“i can still drive.”

“over my dead body? right,” azumi shook her head before unlocking the passenger door and pushing her husband inside who would not simply go down without a fight.

slamming the door shut, azumi got in the driver’s seat. she leaned to the other side and pulled on the seatbelt to wrap it around her intoxicated husband. 

jeongguk smelled her hair, getting comfortable in the seat.

“you drank too much,”

“you wanna bet?” he sprang to life, his figure advancing towards her.

“with a sore loser? no, thank you,” azumi rolled her eyes in faux annoyance before driving home.

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taehyung and tanaz were next to leave as taehyung received an emergency surgery being scheduled early morning tomorrow.

tanaz smiled at shiza, “thanks again for having us.”

“you have made it into a beautiful home, mrs min,” taehyung smiled too, before opening the door for his wife.

“you sure you can drive?” tanaz asked checking the time on her watch.

“i am never out of control. we have been together a while now and you know it,” taehyung mentioned, opening the passenger door for his wife.

“you never tire of the gentleman facade, do you?”

“why would i tire? i am a gentleman,” taehyung shrugged, before revving up the engine.

tanaz chose not to drag it further and changed the topic, “you fought with that asshole jeon, right?”

“how did you know?” taehyung’s eyes were trained at the road.

“the permanent scowl plastered on your face isn’t hiding anything.”

“you know i don’t like that ass.”

“you and me both bro, amen.”

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rei kept staring at jimin, who drove carefully, he was not drunk out of his senses but enough to make him tipsy.

jimin caught her constant stare, “what?”

“you smoked. i have never seen you smoke.”

“i don’t. that was just a cigar,” he shrugged.

“fine. but i absolutely hate the smell of cigarettes. i hold my breath everytime i enter min sir’s chamber. anyways, did you have a good time?”

jimin nodded, changing gears after the signal turned green.

“see! and you thought you would be bored alone. they are all nice people.”

“well, i was able to make friends, luckily that’s all. oh, by the way, i will be going out with jeongguk tomorrow for some drinks.”

“really? of all the people, you chose to be friends with that guy? i don’t like his vibe, i don’t know. there was also a weird tension between the ladies regarding jeongguk and taehyung,” rei shrugged, “it was all peculiar.”

“doll, you are overthinking. i will also be meeting with seokjin hyung about some work.”

rei let a soft sigh in reply before turning her gaze out the window, watching the tall buildings fly by in a blurry haze.

“look, jeongguk seemed chill, the others were a bit snobbish.”

“well, they all earn more on a daily basis than our combined income monthly so maybe being snobbish comes naturally to them,” rei shrugged.

“do you want to live that life?”

“i wouldn’t last a day. i just wanna live a calm life with you and chill.”

“mm, my doll is so perfect,” jimin placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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hoseok’s driver escorted the reputable man back to the comfort of his house and wife before seokjin and inaya left.

usually seokjin hates driving but it is such a beautiful night to not enjoy the starry sky. a full moon shining so brightly on the road ahead that the streetlights were put to shame. seokjin pushed a button of the convertible which slid the hood down for the couple to feel the fresh air on their faces. inaya was caught off-guard and the scarf holding her hair in place flew away. a breathless soft squeal left her lips as she held her flowy top part of the dress down in place.

seokjin grinned, he slowed down as he did not want the moment to ever end. his right hand left the steering wheel to take inaya’s hand in his before he brought it to his lips to leave a chaste kiss on her knuckles.

inaya blushed and turned her face the other way to look at the scenery passing by.

seokjin’s fingers played with inaya’s wedding ring, still holding on to her hand, “you didn’t drink, right?”

“no.” inaya sighed. yes, here we go. the moment is ruined.

“jagi, you know i am only looking out for you. i want what’s best for you, for us.”

“yes, yes,” inaya took her hand away, leaning on the passenger door, resting her chin on the windowsill. 

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . MEET THE MEMBERS OF VARSITY !

Are you a new Smartie who wants to learn the VARSITY members? Are you trying to pick a bias? Well, you're in luck! Here is where you can learn about our wild and rebellious boys!

( tw. mentions of helicopter parents (?), religion, + disowning )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . RATSAMI DEVAKUL, known professionally as JACE, was born as an only child on March 22nd, 1998. Born to an uber religious family, he was expected to grow up in the ways of God, get a normal, steady job, get married to a nice girl within his religion, and have two children and live next to his parents. However, his dream to become an idol interfered with his expectations, and his parents were not happy to hear of his dreams. They continuously set him up with girls from their church and sent their servants to follow him wherever he went. 

In 2010, when Jace was twelve years old, he ran away from home and was found by a couple of American tourists at the airport. They took pity on him, and decided to stay in Thailand for another week to help him find his parents. However, when they did find them, they refused to acknowledge Jace as their son and disowned him. Taking the chance to leave his old life behind, he decided to go to the United States with the couple, who adopted him and he was renamed as Jace Montgomery. He lived in Connecticut for six years.

In 2016, he auditioned and was accepted into STARBORN CREATIVE, where he trained for a year before debuting in VARSITY.

STAGE NAME › Jace

FULL NAME › Jace Ratsami Devakul 

ENGLISH NAME › Jace Montgomery

BIRTHDAY › March 22nd, 1998

BIRTHPLACE › Phuket, Thailand

NATIONALITY › Thai-American

ETHNICITY › Thai

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Lead Rapper

FACE CLAIM › Opp Weerapong (THE7) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . KIM TAEHYUNG, known professionally as ELI, was born on June 11th, 1998. As the youngest of three siblings, he grew up surrounded by his older brother and sister boxing and dancing, and aspired to join them. He took up both dance and boxing at the age of seven, soon becoming the youngest member of his father's gym to become a boxing champion and the best student of his class at his dance school. This caught the attention of STARBORN CREATIVE, and in 2016, he auditioned for the company. He trained for one year before debuting in VARSITY.

STAGE NAME › Eli

FULL NAME › Kim Taehyung

BIRTHDAY › June 11th, 1998 

BIRTHPLACE › Ansan, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Visual

FACE CLAIM › Lee Juyeon (The Boyz) 

( tw. mentions of running away )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . HIROI KAZUYA, known professionally as KAZ, was born as the oldest of three siblings on July 27th, 1998. Growing up, he helped his parents run their small restaurant, but was always getting into fights at school, skipping class, and overall being a so-called 'problem child' at school. He developed a love for dance during his middle school years, and joined a dance crew called BLUE RYUU when he started high school. In 2016, a month before he was to graduate, he ran away with a group of his friends and crewmates to South Korea. There, they all shared an apartment together as they looked for jobs, and Kazuya ended up auditioning for STARBORN CREATIVE. Once he passed the audition, he trained there for one year before debuting in VARSITY.

STAGE NAME › Kaz

FULL NAME › Hiroi Kazuya

BIRTHDAY › July 27th, 1998

BIRTHPLACE › Sapporo, Japan

NATIONALITY › Japanese

ETHNICITY › Japanese

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Main Dancer, Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Nijiro Murakami (actor) 

( tw. mentions of death due to childbirth, sexual abuse, + running away ) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . YOSHIKAWA KENJI, known professionally as KENJI, was born to a young couple on January 22nd, 1999. His mother died giving birth to him, and his paternal grandparents wanted nothing to do with him or his father, so he was raised by his maternal grandparents and schoolteacher uncle while his father went out to work as a metalsmith. As he was growing up, from the age of six, Kenji had been mistreated by his uncle, who sexually abused him. As soon as he turned sixteen, he moved into the school's dorms, where he lived for almost a year until he ran away with a group of his friends to South Korea in 2016 a month shy of his graduation. There, they all shared an apartment together as they looked for jobs, and Kenji ended up auditioning for STARBORN CREATIVE. Once he passed the audition, he trained there for one year before debuting in VARSITY. 

STAGE NAME › Kenji

FULL NAME › Yoshikawa Kenji 

BIRTHDAY › January 22nd, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Sapporo, Japan 

NATIONALITY › Japanese 

ETHNICITY › Japanese 

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Main Vocalist, Face of the Group  

FACE CLAIM › Kono Junki (JO1) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . SILAS KIM, known professionally as SILAS, was born as the oldest of two brothers on March 26th, 1999. Born to a well-known mechanic father, Silas and his younger brother had been surrounded by racing cars and their famous drivers since they were children. Both boys were interested in the racing world, and both were taught the arts of mechanics and racing. However, in 2014, Silas wanted to become an idol after seeing EXO perform one day as he was visiting family in Korea for the summer. A year later, his family permanently moved back to South Korea and both Silas and his brother auditioned for JYP Entertainment and STARBORN CREATIVE. They were both accepted into STARBORN CREATIVE, and in 2017 Silas debuted in VARSITY. 

STAGE NAME › Silas 

FULL NAME › Silas Kim 

KOREAN NAME › Kim Dowon 

BIRTHDAY › March 26th, 1999 

BIRTHPLACE › San Francisco, California, USA 

NATIONALITY › Korean-American 

ETHNICITY › Korean 

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years 

POSITION › Lead Rapper, Sub Vocalist 

FACE CLAIM › Yoo Yongha (WEi) 

( tw. mentions of divorce ) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . DIAZ MONTOYA-HWANG, known professionally as DIAZ, was born as the oldest of two brothers on October 8th, 1999. When he was three years old and his brother was a newborn, his parents divorced and his mother won full custody of the brothers, moving to Cancún, Mexico, where she remarried to a Mexican schoolteacher in late 2001. As he grew up, Diaz developed a talent for songwriting and rapping, his mother having been a retired songwriter. He and his childhood friend Reyna ended up traveling together to City of Mexico in 2014 to see Kpop group SHINee perform, inspiring them to become idols. In 2015, Diaz and his family traveled to South Korea to allow the brothers to audition for STARBORN CREATIVE, where he trained for two years before debuting in VARSITY.

STAGE NAME › Diaz

FULL NAME › Diaz Montoya-Hwang

KOREAN NAME › Hwang Handuri

BIRTHDAY › October 8th, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Cancún, Quintana Roo, Mexico

NATIONALITY › Korean-Mexican

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years

POSITION › Leader, Main Rapper, Visual

FACE CLAIM › Park Serim (CRAVITY)

( tw. mentions of a car accident, death, + bullying ) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . JEON HYUNSU, known professionally as HYUNSU, was born as the oldest of three siblings on December 19th, 1999. His parents were a loving, happy couple who worked regular jobs as a florist and taxi driver. When Hyunsu was eight years old, his mother died in a car accident, when a drunk driver lost control of his car and ran into his mother's flower shop, killing her and two of her customers. After her death, things went downhill for the siblings; instead of being understood and helped in school, they were bullied by their peers for being motherless, and the teachers did nothing to help. To escape the bullying, Hyunsu and his sister would hide in the music room, which inspired him to become an idol. In 2016, Hyunsu auditioned for STARBORN CREATIVE, where he was accepted and trained there for a year before debuting in VARISTY.

STAGE NAME › Hyunsu

FULL NAME › Jeon Hyunsu

BIRTHDAY › December 19th, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Incheon, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Lead Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Kang Seokhwa (WEi)

( tw. mentions of neglect (?) ) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . FABIAN MOON, known professionally as FABIAN, was born as the second oldest of five children on November 16th, 2000. As he was growing up, he was pushed aside in favor of his other siblings, leaving him to learn to fend for himself around the house. He spent more time avoiding his house, moving into his high school's dorms and becoming involved in more after school activities, including his school's choir. In 2017, as soon as he graduated, he moved in with his aunt, who took him to live in South Korea a few months later. He auditioned for STARBORN CREATIVE and Fantagio Entertainment, only being accepted into STARBORN. He trained for a year before being added to VARSITY in 2019.

STAGE NAME › Fabian

FULL NAME › Fabian Moon

KOREAN NAME › Moon Hwiyoung

BIRTHDAY › November 16th, 2000

BIRTHPLACE › Stanford, New York, USA

NATIONALITY › Korean-American

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Jung Wookjin / Nine (OnlyOneOf)

( tw. mentions of a car accident, death, + bullying, implied grooming ) 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . JEON JISU, known professionally as JISU, was born to a loving couple on November 20th, 2001. As the youngest of three siblings, he was babied a lot by his parents and older brother and sister. When Jisu was six years old, his mother died in a car accident, when a drunk driver lost control of his car and ran into his mother's flower shop, killing her and two of her customers. After her death, things went downhill for the siblings; instead of being understood and helped in school, they were bullied by their peers for being motherless, and the teachers did nothing to help. To escape the bullying, Jisu would hide in the art room, where he met the dance teacher who had been modeling for his art class. He soon entered an inappropriate relationship with her, where she took him to STARBORN CREATIVE in 2019, where he was accepted and trained there for two years before his addition to VARISTY in 2021.

STAGE NAME › Jisu

FULL NAME › Jeon Jisu

BIRTHDAY › November 20th, 2001

BIRTHPLACE › Incheon, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years

POSITION › Main Dancer, Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Song Hyeongjun (CRAVITY)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ ७.*´. ꒱ . . . HWANG MINSU, known professionally as HARU, was born on December 4th, 2001, to a teacher and a social worker. Growing up, he was always surrounded by kids who didn't have a proper home, and he would help his parents as much as he could to make the kids feel safer and be more open. This originally inspired him to be a teacher like his father, but later decided to become an idol when his friends dragged him to see a dance crew busking on the streets in 2014. Since seeing the crew, he changed paths and decided to become an idol. In 2018, he auditioned for STARBORN CREATIVE and was accepted, training for three years before being added to VARSITY in 2021.

STAGE NAME › Haru

FULL NAME › Hwang Minsu

BIRTHDAY › December 4th, 2001

BIRTHPLACE › Jeongeup-si, North Jeolla, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Three years

POSITION › Maknae, Lead Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Center

FACE CLAIM › Jang Dongil / D1 (DKB)

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—whims & inconsistencies | 2

→ posted: july 1, 2022

→ pairing: kim seokjin x poc!reader

→ genre/au: victorian era!au, pride&prejudice vibes, angst, smut, fluff

→ chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature

→ wordcount: 3.4k words

→ chapter warnings: mentions of misogyny, reader is an orphan, mentions of parents passing away, a lot of vulgar things implied, smut scene that includes masturbation and graphic depictions of first time sex, secrecy, missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, size kink, praise kink, body worship, mutual orgasm, overstimulation, cunnilingus, losing mind to pleasure, impregnation/breeding kink

❂ Lovers Through The Ages

        ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Naia (@opaljm​) through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  AU Type: A Love That Brought About Scandal (1500s-1800s)

⤐  Theme: ---

⤐  Kinks: first time sex, secrecy, missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, size kink, praise kink, body worship, mutual orgasm, overstimulation, cunnilingus, losing mind to pleasure, impregnation/breeding kink 

→ credits: @hobeemin​ for the most amazing banner idea. @peachiilovesot7​ you are the best beta reader i could ever ask for. thank you to @moonleeai​​, @heathfritiiiary, and @cherrysoulth​ for all of your positive cheering and comments on the story! the story is flowing so well thanks to your input!

→ an: i decided to start posting this story because it fit so well with this months idea for the network and then i rearranged the chapters and added this smut scene just for the event! there is also a map of sonyeondan! you can click the link below to see the city and help build the setting in your head the way that i see it! Updates should be weekly! If you would like to be on a tag list, please reply to this chapter or send an ask!

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The next day, you sit with Jiwoo to eat a late lunch, talking about the whirlwind that was the previous night. It was absolutely amazing to recount the glamor of the party, and both you and Jiwoo avoid talking about the not so pleasant events, from Mr. Park approaching you to the three rakes who tracked you into the gardens before you left for the evening. 

When the two of you find yourselves with a lull in the conversation, both lost in your thoughts of the evening, Jiwoo begins to eye her plate, moving her food around mindlessly.

She hesitates before she finally brings up the end of the night. 

“YN, you need to be careful of Seokjin’s youngest brother.” Finally looking up from the table, she makes eye contact with you and you can see fear in her eyes. 

“The other two can be ‘all bark’ when by themselves, but when they have Kim Taehyung leading them, the three of them are—well—to put it plainly, uncontrollable. We are lucky that we were together and within hearing distance.”

You feel that same sense of dread traveling down your spine thinking back to Taehyung and the words he said to you. 

“Jiwoo, you didn’t tell me that those three wagtails approached you last night!” Hoseok ambles into the drawing room with his hair still sticking in every direction, but with a clean outfit ready to accept visitors for the day. 

Jiwoo looks at her younger brother with thin eyes, her glare scary as she looks around for a passing servant or maid.

“Quiet, Hobi,” she intones with use of his nickname, “we don’t need any rumors being spread by gossip mongering people with nothing better to do.”

Hoseok yawns, arm waving away Jiwoo’s concern; how lucky he is to be a man. He knows nothing of watching around the corners for people who wish you ill intent who can tarnish your name with a lie as easily as they can smile in your face. 

“Jiwoo, I am sure they meant no harm at all. Right, YN? Unless—did they say or do anything questionable?”

“Yes,” she hisses, dropping her utensils with a soft clink. “They approached us while we were getting air. And they said the most vulgar things. It was despicable.”

“You should have called for me!”

“Hoseok,” you interrupt, taking in the way Jiwoo’s hands tremble. “We were out in the garden. You were inside a ballroom for a debut party. You would not have heard us, and who would we have sent to get you? Should one of us have left the other alone with three men in the dark?”

Hoseok relents, his face turning serious as he begins to wake up and use his brain to see the other point of view. He has the decency to apologize to his sister for judging your actions.

“If you can manage it, avoid them at all costs, YN. They’re wealthy beyond belief and the tales they have told at the gentleman’s club, well, let’s just say that it would put a curl in mother’s hair, and you know she can’t hold a curl to save her life.”

Jiwoo nods as Hoseok continues. His words bring you no comfort, and you know that your differences in such a monoethnic area, instead of being celebrated for being diverse, make you a target for negative talk and actions.

“I don’t want to scare you, but this society is full of jealous wenches and rakes. And if you make one of the rich mad, they’ll spout off lies that people will believe because they’re bored and live for drama.”

“You’ve already stolen the spotlight from some of them…I heard some of the gossip last night, the way so many of the men’s eyes were on you—the Lee’s daughters and the Min’s were not too thrilled to be ignored.”

You sigh, reaching for your cup of water.

“I spent most of my night tucked away with Kim Seokjin, talking. The women need not worry about me and who was looking at me, I wasn’t looking at any of them.”

“Oh, we know, and they know too. You had the Kim Seokjin’s attention the entire night, and they were royally pissed off about it.” Hoseok lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head once he quiets back down. “It was quite fun to witness if I am honest.”

The bell hanging at the front door clangs loudly, and you hear more than see the butler make his way to the entrance so that he can see who was visiting. You gulp down the rest of your water in apprehension of who was at the door, and after hearing the indecipherable murmurs, the tension in the drawing room is interrupted with an announcement.

“Kim Seokjin to call on LN YN.”

The butler disappears after introducing Seokjin, and everyone stands to receive him into the room. A maid scuttles in with a tray that has tea cups and a steaming pot, and Jiwoo thanks her quietly before she disappears out of the room.

“YN, you look lovely this afternoon. Jiwoo, always a pleasure. Hoseok, you should go put some water in your hair, it’s sticking up in the back.”

You can’t hold back your giggle, and Seokjin thinks it is the cutest sound he has ever heard. How he can be even more enraptured not even twenty-four hours following since he last saw you baffles him. 

“Thank you Seokjin,” you greet. “You are handsome, as always, I assume.”

“You are too kind. I wanted to see if you would like to go for a promenade with me. I would like to spend some time getting to know you better outside of a noisy party environment, if you should so desire.”

Warmth floods your cheeks despite telling him you wanted this to happen. You answer shyly, and Hoseok stands to inform his parents of the events for the day. His mom would be free, but his dad would be heading to work, so you assume that Mrs. Jung, Hoseok, and Jiwoo will chaperone the outing. 

You are restless as you stand in the foyer waiting for the last of your chaperones to appear on the stairway. Seokjin tries his best to not stare at you, but everything about you pulls his attention. 

He is but a man, afterall, and the swell of your breast as you sigh in frustration at Jiwoo’s untimely need to refine her look all but causes him to break out into a cold sweat. He wipes his hands on his trousers, in what he hopes is a discreet manner, but you notice it anyways. This is something he likes about you, the way you seem to attune yourself so easily to others around you. 

“Hoseok, it is getting rather hot in the entryway, and we have been standing here for quite some time. Shall we start without Jiwoo?” you ask, antsy to spend time with Seokjin but also to quell the nerves it seems you both have.

“Jiwoo, dearest sister, get down these stairs right now, or you will remain home!”

Hoseok has no qualms at yelling at his older sister in front of the company, and his mom apologizes to Seokjin who just grins.

“Nothing we don’t also do at my house, Mrs. Jung. It is quite a relief to see that we are similar.”

She appears relieved at his response, looking at you with a smile and simple nod that lets you know that she approves of him so far. Despite not being your biological parents, the Jung’s will take on the role while helping you find a suitor, so having Seokjin impress them is a plus. 

Jiwoo finally appears and descends the stairs with a new dress on and her hair styled differently from earlier. You roll your eyes as she pretends she did not take up such a large amount of time and heads straight for the door with an unbothered, “shall we go?”

Seokjin leads you out to the carriage, holding your parasol in order to help you climb in so that you can head to the Citadel Market in the center of town.

Upon arriving at the Citadel gates, you see just how busy the square is, with many townsfolk out to do their shopping and handle various businesses that they have. To the back is the L-shaped castle home that belongs to the lordship of Sonyeondan, Bang Si Hyuk, and the many stalls for merchants are set up in the courtyard.

The carriage pulls up near the citadel wall across from the fountain that sits in the middle of the secondary courtyard outside of the gates, which is where you all disembark and begin your promenade among the townsfolk. Many residents of Highgate are out at this time, and this is just the level of being seen that would be needed to begin the talk of courtship between you and Kim Seokjin. 

Hopefully this would dissuade others from attempting to call on you at this time, though later you realize this is highly unlikely: the higher ranking a man is that calls upon a woman, the more she is sought after. Luckily for Jiwoo, this will prove most beneficial, since she is associated with you as close as can be without being actual relatives, she is also seen as a coveted gem.

Walking with Seokjin is every bit as pleasant as you had hoped it would be. He maintained his distance as was expected by spectators to the affair, but if the road was unsteady would present his arm to you for balance. The walking path around the secondary courtyard was decent, four-hundred meters* or so, with the carriage lane taking the portion closer to the buildings and the citadel wall to avoid running over townsfolk. 

You hold your parasol and a fan, using it to cool you down from the summer heat as you talk with Seokjin, and time seems to go by fast, and yet somehow slow at the same time.

“So, tell me a little about your life growing up. I know that your family lived here, but you were sent to a girl’s boarding school at a young age.”

“That is quite right. My father was a traveling merchant. He settled here after meeting my mother and falling in love. He was not from here, as I am sure you have heard, but he loved it all the same.” Seokjin’s eyes attentively watch you as you talk, a soft smile gracing his full lips as he listens to every word.

“We lived right outside the Sonyeondan gates in the Highgate area, as my father still continued to sell his wares. He had a friend who would deliver things like spices and other household wares. I remember the house always smelling so wonderful when the crates would arrive.”

“You speak of your father so fondly,” Seokjin states, and you nod.

“Oh, he was a great man. Of course, these are the memories of a seven year old, so of course, to me he was the tallest, most handsome, and respectable man. He treated me and my mother like queens.”

“As I imagine, it was deserved.” Seokjin’s smile is sincere, and you don’t miss the way his eyes sparkle as you continue to talk.

“Oh, I think I was quite the handful as a child, but they indulged in my every whim, no matter how inconsistent I was with my childlike desires.”

“Well it appears that one of those platitudes stuck with you over the course of time.”

You nod, knowing he speaks on your musical inclination. 

“Yes, one of the last things I told my parents was that I wanted to be a virtuoso violinist, because there has yet to be a woman who holds such a title. Those months before their passing, they were so excited to listen to me play and afterwards, it became my refuge. Boarding school was…” You grimace as you remember how the girls treated you. “It wasn’t what they told me it would be.”

“I hope to hear you play sometime.” 

You can’t help but cover your face with your fan as you feel it heat up at Seokjin’s words.

“Yes, I would love to play for you.”

The two of you continue to walk in a comfortable silence, both thinking about the other and the blooming adoration growing in your chests.

“Well, I know at the party we talk all about superficial things, likes and dislikes, how people danced…” You grin as you remember Namjoon stepping on a woman’s toes and Hoseok embellishing his steps so much that his partner became confused and messed up her steps. “But I want to learn more about what you’re looking for in a partner, in a wife.”

Seokjin’s face grows a little serious as he thinks about his answer.

“I guess, unlike most of my peers, I want to have a partner who is smart, who is the better half of me. I want someone who I can talk to about my day who can understand what I talk about, and can distract me when life is tough. Being my wife would afford her with most anything she could ever want, as our family is very close to Lord Bang, but she would have to be able to deal with scrutiny and gossip.”

You smile from behind your fan at his words. 

“My family has always been here in Sonyeondan since it was founded, and my father is part of the parliament here. I will follow in his footsteps, and as a founding family, we hold a large role in the political scene. As the eldest, it is my duty to undertake this position. Gossip is always part of the political scene, and this is something I need for my future wife to know and be able to withstand. Most of it will be directed towards me, but people do not hesitate to spread it towards other family members if they feel so inclined or incensed by a situation.”

As Seokjin spoke, you grew fascinated with his descriptions, envisioning life by his side. 

“So in all honesty, I guess I want a wife who is my equal. Smart, steadfast, honest. I wouldn’t mind her to also have looks that match mine as well, a beauty among mortals, and everything else, such as being a virtuoso violinist, would be a plus.”

You can’t hold back the giggle, feeling like a foolish schoolgirl with a crush. For the first time ever, you find the idea of being someone’s wife, if that someone were to be Kim Seokjin, might not be as terrible as you originally thought. 

That night, after setting up another date for him to come by the Jung residence for dinner, Seokjin tosses and turns in bed. He can’t get you off his mind; the mere reminder of how close you had been to him today makes him feel drunk on thoughts of you.

The way your perfume lingered on his person long after the return carriage ride where a hole in the road had jostled you into his arms for a second—or was it an eternity? He just knew that feeling you in his arms like that was something he wanted to feel again and again. 

The way your breasts had pressed against his body, your hand flat on his chest and the parting of your lips as you gasped—Seokjin could imagine you under him. He could see the way you would look up at him, eyes imploring him to debase you, ruin you in ways only he could accomplish. He could hear the way you would sound if he were to grind his body against yours, the whimpers he could draw from your full lips if he should just press himself into your body…

Seokjin feels no shame in the way you elicit the most primal of reactions from him when he’s alone in the dark of his room. Closing his eyes, he adjusts his sleep trousers to release his hardened length. Lowly groaning, his hand lightly holds the top of his shaft allowing his thumb to slowly trace back and forth through his pre-cum. 

His mind is detailed at creating you, and it takes mere seconds for Seokjin to imagine you in his house, with him secretly tugging you into the large bathroom attached to his bedroom so he can set you on the large sink vanity. Pressing kisses to your neck and collarbone as he pulls down the dress to reveal your tits, nipples pert and searching for his touch as he lowers his plump lips to wrap around them and suck harshly until he’s colored your skin with his claim.

Oh! What he would do to you if he was able to get you all alone like this…his large hands traveling under your skirts along your womanly curves until he’s able to press his regal fingers against your folds between the opening of your knickers. He so easily imagines the way your lips would so fervently press against his as his fingers delve into your most precious of areas, the way your virginal walls squeeze against his welcome intrusion, you gasping into his mouth as you both swallow; him swallowing your sounds so as to not be caught and you swallowing his long and slender fingers into your shallow depths.

He imagines it would be easy for him to lower his head after giving you your first orgasm and disappear up under your skirts, his tongue seeking to taste you as he swirls and suckles against your pearl, one hand clutching an exposed breast so as to twiddle your pert nipple as the other hand presses your thigh to keep you open for him. He can already hear the way you would praise him for his ability to kiss you in multiple areas of your body.

Seokjin rotates his wrist, spreading the copious amounts of pre-cum around his cock, before giving himself long tugs to enjoy the feel of what he imagines to be the steady strokes he would deliver into your tiny heat. He can feel the way you would quiver in his hold when his cock, thick and angry, splits you open for the first time, your precious pearl begging for him to write love letters across it as he thrusts into you, clutching your body to his in a seated missionary. 

His hand catches the same rhythm he dreams to take you with; he imagines being able to take you openly in his room, you bouncing confidently on his cock as you face away from him, allowing him to enjoy the view of your coveted curves only he gets to see free from any clothing, the way you would seat yourself fully on him, his hand pressed to your tummy in order to feel himself embedded so deeply inside of your tight cunt, he knows that when he cums, he’ll be getting you pregnant. 

Seokjin can’t hold back his own whimpers as he takes short, quick breaths—he can feel the pull building as he imagines you losing your mind to the pleasure he gives you with each stroke, as he imagines you on all fours as he thrusts into you, his thighs meeting your plump ass so that he can watch the way it bounces with each slap…the way you would scream his name so that even the butlers and maids know that he is the one you chose to marry, he is the one you allow to fuck you so deeply and intensely that they have to throw open all of the windows because the whole house smells of your sex. 

With a loud groan and the thought of you loudly repeating his name like a mantra as you tremble around him, Seokjin expels himself, dripping all over his hands after the first spurt lands on his lower abdomen. He continues to stroke himself through his climax, prolonging the orgasm with thoughts of you on your knees, tongue covered in the mess he made and swallowing him down, until his cock no longer weeps and he can’t bear the overstimulation. Climbing out of bed, he makes haste to his bathroom—the same one he envisioned fucking you in on the vanity—to clean himself up.

Once his head hits his pillow this time, he easily succumbs to slumber, with his dreams full of you.

series masterlist —thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed this chapter! see you next week!!

© hisunshiine 2022. All rights reserved.

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[mountains0grace]

TAEKOOK Fanfic Recs:

Strawberries & Cigarettes : by kimkook

112k

It’s raining again. It’s always raining when he comes to New York. Jungkook hears a gasp the same moment something painfully pokes between his shoulder blades.

The stranger looks up, his eyes slightly unfocused. He shakes his head and the wet strands of black hair send little splashes all over Jungkook’s face. He doesn’t mind. He keeps staring at the mis-matched eyes with his mind pleasantly quiet. The stranger returns his gaze, frowns a little, and takes out a small umbrella.

“Don’t walk under the rain like that.”

MY THOUGHTS: SCREAMING CRYING GOING NUMB WITH OVEREMOTIONAL DOSES — put down everything rn and go read this

Saudade : by soperatic

165k

noun, A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never be had again.

Who would've thought that Jeongguk would be the answer and Taehyung would be the solution all at once, for one another, even after years apart?

MY THOUGHTS: have mercy on my soul, this make my chest ache in all the best ways

Where the Light Shines : by moonflower1306

135k

Taehyung takes the role of a servant for a bratty but rich heir named Jungkook in order to seduce and cheat him out of his inheritance.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS: i seriously can’t live in this world FF AUTHORS ARE TOO GOOD. this was brilliantly written. in awe. also, go watch the movie, but high key prefer this fic which really surprised me cause of how much i love the movie

Current Ongoing (REALLY FLIPPEN GOOD ONES) Fics to definitely subscribe to:

Ordinary, Corrupt Human Love : by zerorequiem

75k

Art is suffering, and Jeongguk suffers for his art. And then there's Taehyung, who refuses to suffer. Together, they may just learn what it takes to make it.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS: holy moly cows of all glory, i just started this yesterday and i’m all for it! i seriously was jumping up and down i’m so excited to see what happens next!!

Abyss Between Us : by mySweetWords2U

266k

“For the peaceful coexistence of both kinds, the council has decided to not let the situation escalate further and agree to their proposal that brings nothing but peace and harmony to us. Taehyung must marry the human according to human customs and protect him, cherish him and treat him as his mate going forward."

Or, True Blood Vampire, Kim Taehyung, never thought fulfilling his mother's last wish would land him in an arranged marriage with model, Jeongguk.

Things would have been easier if Taehyung didn't despise humans to the core and if Jeongguk wasn't a hopeless romantic, wreaking havoc on his frozen heart.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS: okay okay okay okay. are you telling me you haven’t clicked on this masterpiece of writing!? please please please be kind to yourself and read this. the fact that this is completely free to read is like ahhhh. a serotonin booster:))) i’m seriously no joke in love with the author.

Call it Magic : by ughbeatz

74k

Taehyung left everything behind and went to Seoul with nothing but his dreams in the pocket… He didn’t expect Jeon Jungkook and his loud thinking to get in the way, though.

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Or the one where Jungkook and Taehyung can read each other's minds after some events and will try everything in their power to make it stop.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS: this one is so precious and soft im like dying over it

#taekook #taekook fanfiction #bts #bts fanfction #army #k-pop #fanfic #booklover #gay #love #romance #reading #fanfic rec #taehyung #jungkook

[vinetae]

BTS Kim Taehyung Fics Recs List

!Credits to all owners!

Date: October 26th, 2022

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⊙ | 𝕷𝖚𝖝𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 | ⊙ - KTH ~ Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. ~

α pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

α word count: 7.1k

α summary: A loveless marriage drives you to a dark part of your city in search of the things that once made you happy. Instead, you find a man who awakens carnal desires deep inside you that you never knew existed. An impulsive decision and a loss of control make for the best paintings but driven past the point of no return- tell me, is it worth falling for?

α tags/TW: 18+, smut, bts smut, taehyung x reader, reader insert, artist Taehyung, strangers, knife play, blood play, rough sex, master x servant relationship, dom x sub relationship, dominant male, dirty talk, unprotected sex, affair, alcohol consumption, sex under the influence, daemon au

α part: 1 of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge.

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all the kinks #7 - quickie (Taehyung x Reader)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 759

Warnings: Premature ejaculation? I dunno, I don't want to throw him under the bus like that.

Listening to: Singularity by BTS

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divine seduction | kth. (m) - KTH

➵ summary: you despise your quarterly meetings with the demon king, kim taehyung, for many reasons. one; being that he’s maddeningly charming, two; he tests the limits of your relationship every visit, and three; he’s gotten under your skin so bad, you’re ready to show him that two can play his game.

➵ pairing: demon king!taehyung x angel queen!reader

➵ genre: angels/demons, royalty, enemies to lovers!au, fantasy!au, smut, pwp, light angst, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 11k

➵ warnings: fantasy depictions of angels and demons, explicit sexual content, hard but sweet dom!taehyung, switch/sub!reader, huge dicc!tae, dirty talk, biting, blood play (he’s a demon with it), bondage, handjobbing, size kink, pain kink, punishment, degradation/humiliation, nipple/breast play, possessiveness, choking, marking, so much licking (taehyung loves tasting his angel), begging, crying, orgasm denial/control, spitting, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, anal play, sex toy, double penetration, throne sex, reverse cowgirl, hitting it from the back, hair pulling, finger-sucking, deepthroating, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, creampie <3

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almost sweet (kth) - M

pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

genre(s): pwp, smut, some fluff

au: slice of life, bdsm, established relationship

word count: 5k

summary: life has felt like too much lately. your boyfriend agrees to give you a night of pleasure with a touch of pain.

trigger/smut warnings:  dom!tae, tae has a big dick, degradation (uses of 'whore' and 'slut'), mocking, ass slapping, pussy slapping, creampie, oral (m), rough throat fuck, rough fingering, squirting, silk ties and a ball gag are used, he makes her clean up after herself, rough sex, hair pulling, lots of spit, unprotected sex (wrap it up please!! and be careful!!), tears, hints that he's broken skin, praise, aftercare, strawberries, both of them are deeply in love with each other, and everything is consensual

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Sex Operator. - KTH

Summary: Taehyung is a phone sex operator and you unknowingly meet the day after he helps you with a problem.

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sweet night | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (dance instructors!au, enemies to lovers)

Genre: fluff, romance

Summary: You finally address the incessant teasing of your fellow dance instructor Kim Taehyung.

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of self-doubt, she calls him a bully but he's not, suggestive but not really?

A/N: thank you @notyouroppar betaing my fic and letting me live to see another day <3 I don't know why Taehyung is such a difficult one for me but this one did actually come quite naturally to me! This is a drabble request (yes I am still going through them and I am so sorry for being late I really am I promise I will be quicker with them!) Drabble that is 3k long, so a fake drabble as my beta likes to call them.

Rating: pg13

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experimental error - KTH

→ scenario: Out of fear of being bad in bed, you ask your best friend to help you become better at sex.

→ pairing: taehyung | reader

→ genre: best friend au | smut

→ word count: 6k

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saudade - KTH

➜ no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

pairing: vampire!taehyung x (f) reader

genre: angst, smut • soulmate au, supernatural au

warnings: mental health issues (depression, mentions of ptsd and a panic attack). mild sexual content (soft dom!tae, loss of virginity, fingering, masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, multiple orgasms, biting, unprotected sex, dirty talk). lowkey horror. lots of demonic stuff if it spooks you.

rating: 18+

word count: 21k

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To be continued...

#BTS #bts #bts fic recs #bts fanfics #kim taehyung #kth #bts kim taehyung fic recs #because i've got writers block and i only had time to make these sad excuses of fic rec lists

[thearmyprof]

Waiting for Sunflowers to Bloom

Rating: M

Pairing: Jin/Jungkook

Word count: ~17k (ch. 1: 3,455)

Chapter: 1/5

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!AU, Fantasy, Fairy Tale

Warnings: No major warnings, see tags below for more details

Event: This fulfills the squares: Jungkook x Seokjin & Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace for the Sound of Music kpop writing bingo @kpopwritingbingo

Prince Jungkook was foretold to have a prosperous and fulfilling life, as long as he weathered the storms on the horizon first. Luckily, he has his trusted companion and best friend, Seokjin, and a wood full of fae folk to help him. A bedtime story about a kind-hearted prince that defeats evil, heals his people, and finds love along the way.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44570485

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Minor Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Fairy Tale with a Twist, Fairy tale remix, Nymph Kim Namjoon | RM, Dragon Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Leprechaun Min Yoongi | Suga, Pixie Park Jimin (BTS), Changeling Kim Taehyung | V, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, minor character death

CHAPTER ONE.

Prince Jungkook was born under a set of auspicious star signs in the waning weeks of summer. The King and Queen of the Kingdom were elated to finally have an heir after many years of waiting. The people rejoiced, taking the prince’s birth as good tidings for the kingdom as a whole.

During the Harvest, the soothsayers were brought to read the fortunes of the royal family, as is the tradition of the people during the bountiful time of the year. The soothsayers, in a private audience with the King and Queen, foretold the prince would weather many storms, but his trials would ultimately bring glory and prosperity.

While the royal parents fretted over the hardships their son, only weeks old, was fated to have, they took solace in a foretold good outcome. Celebrations lasted all Autumn season in the kingdom, which was also blessed with a particularly plentiful harvest.

The first few months of Prince Jungkook’s young life were blissful. During the Winter Solstice, the fairies of the realm came to bless the new child. The fae blessed him with sweetness and innate beauty. The tree nymph blessed the prince with patience. The dragon blessed him with twin conviction and compassion. And finally, the leprechaun gifted the baby a pair of well crafted shoes to take his first steps in. As their fairy dust tickled his nose, Prince Jungkook giggled and cooed benevolently. The King, Queen, and subjects all sighed at the sweet-hearted prince and knew he would grow into a kind and wise leader someday.

Prince Jungkook’s first storm came the following springtime. While the realm blossomed and warmed, a terrible plague ripped through the lands. Soon, many succumbed, with the healers unable to find a cure for the often fatal disease. The Queen was one of scores who lost their life that year.

Although the prince was too young to understand, the kingdom was changed irrevocably. The King fell into a fit of melancholy in which he closed himself off from the world, only attending to those duties of utmost importance, leaving everything else to advisors and servants of the realm.

Prince Jungkook’s care was placed primarily in Nanny Yeonhi, an older woman who cared deeply for her ward. The two lived comfortably with their own retinue of servants in the prince’s wing of the castle. Here, the prince was insulated from much of the goings-on in the castle and the outside world.

The realm suffered dearly for many years after the plague decimated the population. Harvests and crafts were impacted from lack of a workforce. The economy hobbled along, unable to generate enough for trades with other kingdoms. The lack of decisive leadership further exacerbated these issues.

Relations with the fae folk and other kingdoms languished under the King’s absence. Soon, the nymphs and pixies were not attending to their blessings of the crops and weather. Not out of smite or laziness, but a lack of an invitation—something the fae need in order to use their magic in another’s boundaries. Babies, humans and animals alike, were born sickly. It was as if the King’s desolation had cast a wide shadow across the entire realm.

When Prince Jungkook was five-years-old, a young boy was sent to him from another wing of the castle. The boy was an orphan of a Duke who had died in the plague. The Duke’s estate fell into ruin in the years proceeding the Duke’s untimely demise. The boy was eventually sent to the castle to serve until he came of age. 

At ten-years-old, Seokjin was perhaps too grown up to be a companion for Prince Jungkook, but for the pair age did not seem to matter. Never did the older complain when giving additional tutoring lessons to the prince, assisting with tasks such as dressing the younger boy, or chasing him through the grounds. The pair did everything together, carefully tucked away in their wing of the castle under the watchful eye of Nanny Yeonhi.

~

The second storm of Prince Jungkook’s life began slowly, with dark clouds first gathering off on the distant horizon. The creep was so slow, even, that the prince did not even know he was in a storm until it was far too late to escape the torrential winds and pouring rains.

The King of the realm was convinced by his advisors to take a new bride.

The new Queen Hana brought new life to the castle. Her father, a king of his right in a neighboring kingdom, spared no expense at her dowry, sending a large retinue of servants, a small militia, and much in the way of goods and libations. 

The wedding was a grand affair in the summer of Prince Jungkook’s tenth year. It seemed the entire kingdom had turned out, with many grand celebrations both within the castle and without. During the ceremony and grand feast, Prince Jungkook was sat at the royal table on his father’s left hand side. It was the first time the prince was so near the King in well over a year. Prince Jungkook took solace in the proximity, even if his father did not deign to speak with him.

The Queen was sweetness and light. Her smile seemed to glow as brightly as the hundreds of candles they used to illuminate the hall. She even danced a song with Prince Jungkook, much to the delight of all the Lords and Ladies present. Even the King’s melancholy seemed temporarily abated as he smiled at his new bride.

After the month-long celebrations, life returned to normal in the prince’s wing of the castle. Prince Jungkook rarely saw the King and Queen and was never summoned to court for any reason. The prince, however, did not mind. He was mostly timid outside his small circle of people in his wing of the castle. He did not revel in attention being drawn to himself. He was happy to continue his tutoring lessons, practicing sword fighting and archery, and exploring the forests abutting the gardens of his castle wing.

Life, for Prince Jungkook, was peaceful. Little did he know of the storm brewing on the horizon.

~

“Your Highness!” Seokjin yells as he runs through the corridor, his light armor clanking as he goes. “Your Highness!”

“What is all this racket, Master Seokjin?” Nanny Yeonhi admonishes as Seokjin slides into the kitchens wildly looking around for the missing prince.

“His Highness has been summoned by the King,” Seokjin pants out, doubling over as he catches his breath. “Have you seen him?”

“I believe he is with his tutor now,” Nanny Yeonhi says with pursed lips. “This is probably just to do with the prince’s fifteenth birthday celebrations.”

“The King hasn’t summoned His Highness in so long,” Seokjin says, breathing more under control. “I must find him.”

Seokjin turns on his heel and heads to the library to find his prince.

“Do you think this outfit is enough, hyung?” the prince says, with his eye trained on the long mirror before him. He fidgets with his sleeves, a habit Seokjin has been trying to break him of when he’s nervous. “I don’t want to disappoint the King.”

“Let me just fix your hair a bit, Your Highness,” Seokjin stands behind the prince with a comb and practiced motions. Soon he has the prince’s long, unruly hair off his face with the top half of his hair in a bun. He settles the thin silver metal of the prince’s crown underneath the crown in a most pleasing way.

“You look as Prince Jungkook should, Your Highness,” Seokjin says, his eyes tracking up and down in the mirror.

Jungkook is wearing a simple silver blue hanbok with enough layers to denote his stature. Thankfully, he has not yet gone out riding or to the training yards, so he is still tidy and unmuddied. He thinks, as he often does, that the gods must be smiling down upon him.

“Prince Jungkook, dearest, don’t stand on formality, come, come,” Queen Hana coos. She sat regally on the Queen’s throne wearing a rich purple dress. Though her face wears a bright smile, she is still intimidating.

The King’s throne is conspicuously empty.

Jungkook rises from his bow and steps forward towards the Queen. Two steps behind him, just to his right, Seokjin mirrors his motions, per protocol. However, with only 6 steps left to reach the throne, Seokjin stops as is respectful for his standing in the court.

The Queen reaches out her hand, a small pout on her lips, to Jungkook. He swallows down a nervous turn in his belly and obliges her by resting his palm in hers. He tries to quell the voice inside his head that tells him, like this, he is trapped.

“Prince Jungkook, my heart, how have you been?” the Queen says, voice sweet like songbirds. She uses both her hands to hold his, caressing his knuckles.

“My Queen, I have been well,” Jungkook says. He prides himself that he does not sound as anxious as he feels.

“A little bird told me that our dearest Prince is turning fifteen in only a few weeks!” Queen Hana exclaims. “We must prepare celebrations in your honor. It is not everyday in this kingdom a royal prince comes of age!”

“You are too generous, Your Majesty,” Jungkook replies, looking down at their hands.

“Nonsense, nonsense,” the Queen says. “I have heard many good things of your growing up, dear Prince. You have grown into a fine young man.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Jungkook bows his head.

“I also hear we have Master Seokjin to thank for many of your accomplishments,” the Queen continues.

“Yes, Your Majesty, he’s been an invaluable companion to me these many years,” Prince Jungkook takes the opportunity to praise the older. “His skill in sword and bow have become unmatched in the castle.”

“Wonderful,” the Queen says, a smile splitting her face. “I think a reward for Master Seokjin is in order, don’t you?”

Jungkook, unsure of what she might mean, nods meekly. 

“Master Seokjin, step forward,” the Queen says, waving him forward with one of her hands.

Seokjin steps forward two steps and bows low. “Your Majesty does not need to reward me. Seeing Prince Jungkook growing in his own skills and coming of age well is reward enough for me.”

“Very commendable, indeed,” the Queen says. “Still, your father was a Duke, was he not?”

“He was,” Seokjin replies. Jungkook is the only one in the room who knows his companion well enough to discern the tension in his jaw, the tightness in his tone.

“And you have been of age for almost five years now, yes?”

“I have,” Seokjin says, his eyes still lowered. Jungkook, watching him, noting the tension in Seokjin’s frame.

“Well, I think being a simple companion, now that the Prince is coming of age, is no longer appropriate for you,” the Queen continues. “You are deserving of something more.”

“Your Majesty?” Jungkook asks. He feels his skin prickly with anxiety and wonders if she can feel it where their palms touch.

“I shall be promoting you to head of the Royal Guard,” Queen Hana presses on, ignoring the prince completely. “I believe that the time between now and the Prince’s celebrations will be sufficient to make the transition.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, thank you,” Seokjin says with another low bow.

Jungkook is bewildered by this turn of events. A part of him knows that this promotion is good for Seokjin, much more prestigious than his current post. However, a much larger part of him is already mourning the loss of his friend. The Royal Guard are stationed at the barracks at the front of the castle. To Jungkook, Seokjin might as well be relocating to the other side of the world.

~

“You must remember everything hyung has taught you, Your Highness,” Seokjin whispers to Jungkook.

The pair are hidden together in the darkness of night under a large comforter in the prince’s quarters. They are not touching, but close enough that Jungkook can feel Seokjin’s warmth. He longs to reach out a hand and grasp his friend’s in his own, but there is already too much uncertainty in the air.

“Yes, hyung, I’ll remember everything you say,” Jungkook murmurs.

Jungkook can barely make out the smile on his hyung’s face in the darkness.

“Now that you are coming of age, there will be many dangers ahead,” Seokjin says. “There will be more pressure, especially if the King continues his absences in the court.”

Jungkook nods. “I’ll be careful, hyung.”

“I know, this is not what you want, in your heart, my Prince,” Seokjin says. “We are bound by fate not our choosing, I’m afraid.”

“I know, hyung,” Jungkook says. He feels the heat of tears unshed and refuses to let them fall. Not on their last night together. “I’ll remember your words, hyung.”

When Jungkook wakes the next day there is a single parchment left on the pillow where Seokjin had lain the night before. On the parchment is a drawing of a sunflower and the single word, “remember.” Jungkook smiles and allows a single tear to fall before he tucks the note carefully into the book at his bedside.

The meaning of sunflowers is loyalty, longevity, and adoration.

~

In the year that follows, unease begins to spread in Prince Jungkook’s wing of the castle. Little does he know, the disquiet spreads throughout the rest of the castle and, therefore, the kingdom as well. The Prince, however, is distracted by his own loneliness as one by one, those important to him are dismissed or leave the castle. To further his own sense of isolation, he’s only been able to visit with Seokjin a handful of times. The visits are short and never enough.

Just week’s before Prince Jungkook’s sixteenth birthday, Nanny Yeonhi dies. Her illness and subsequent passing came as a shock to the young prince. The servants and physician explain that she was old, this was her time. Her body is sent off to her distant family, as is custom. Prince Jungkook is left completely alone.

~

“Your Highness, the sun set long ago, we should prepare you for sleep,” a middle aged servant says as Jungkook sits by the fountain in the garden just off his wing of the castle. 

“Momentarily,” Jungkook murmurs. He had spent the day thinking of a way to ask for the resources to create a small memorial for Nanny Yeonhi. He hadn’t come up with anything—yet. 

Jungkook pulls out a small folded parchment from inside his breast pocket. The paper is soft from being folded and unfolded and touched so often. On it the sunflower is somewhat faded. Jungkook runs the tips of his fingers lightly over the petals. Then he caresses the word “remember” gently. 

It had been at least two months since he last saw Seokjin. Even then, it had been in passing, when the prince was summoned for something or other. Jungkook feels a pang in his heart at the longing for his best friend.

The servant, undeterred, clears their throat. Jungkook sighs quietly, not wanting to seem put out, and replaces the note into his pocket before standing up to head back inside.

Jungkook is startled awake by a hand shaking his shoulder.

“Your Highness, Your Highness, please wake up,” the whisper of a voice sounds familiar and anxious.

Jungkook groans and half-opens his eyes. The room is dark, lit by a solitary candle on the bedside table. Standing over him is Seokjin.

“Hyung?” Jungkook mumbles.

“Please, Your Highness, wake up,” Seokjin says again. “Prince Jungkook?”

“What’s happening?” Jungkook feels a trickle of dread as his mind becomes more awake. “Why are you here?”

“You must away, now,” Seokjin says. He turns towards the chests and cabinets along the wall of Jungkook’s bedroom. He has a sack that he’s adding some clothing to.

Jungkook sits up and rubs his eyes. “Why must I go? Where am I to go?”

“You’re in danger if you stay here,” Seokjin says as he brings a change of clothes for the prince. “I must get you away quickly. I will help you through the woods as far as I can go without it being too suspicious.”

Nothing is making sense. Jungkook is too tired to decipher his friend’s logic.

“I have put a map in your bag and some provisions to get you to the border. If you can get across the border, you might find refuge there. You are so likable, they will certainly help you.”

“I don’t understand,” Jungkook says.

“I’ll explain more once we are away from here, Your Highness.”

Seokjin helps Jungkook dress in dark clothes, fit for longer travel.

“We would go faster on horse but I don’t want to raise suspicions with the horses being gone,” Seokjin says as they head out the garden towards the woods.

“Won’t the alarm be raised once they find me not in bed?” Jungkook asks.

“No, I have already dealt with that manner. If my plan works, they won’t look for you ever again.” Seokjin’s words make Jungkook shiver involuntarily.

The woods are dark, so dark. The pair decide not to risk a light, though. They want to put as much distance as they can under the cover of the pitch blackness. They orient themselves by checking constellations whenever they get visibility through the trees. Jungkook is just glad they have dry weather and clear skies for their journey.

The year is well into autumn and the air is crisp, but cold. Seokjin explains at some point during their walk that he packed Jungkook extra furs for later, when the winter weather hits. Jungkook sincerely hopes he is settled somewhere sheltered before that happens.

The first night of walking passes in an adrenaline fueled blur. Both fell, tripping over tree branches and other invisible obstacles in the dark, on numerous occasions. By the time dawn’s light began filtering through the trees, they are muddy, sweaty, and generally worse for wear.

They find a large rock to take shelter under to nap for a few hours. When they wake again, Seokjin hunts down some rabbit for them to cook and share. Having put some distance between themselves and the castle seems to have relaxed Seokjin some.

“Hyung, how long must I stay away?” Jungkook asks after they finish eating.

Seokjin eyes the prince warily, then sighs. “I don’t know. There’s a possibility you might not be able to come back.”

Jungkook nods at this. As much as Jungkook wants to be surprised by this comment, he’s not. He had been feeling like his days in the castle were tenuous at best. The King has been absent for too many years, the Queen has too strong of a hold over the court. Despite her lavish platitudes, Jungkook knows she despises him, the legitimate heir to the throne. A throne he has never had the desire to sit on.

“Can you come with me, hyung?” Jungkook asks. He also already knows the answer to this, but asks anyway.

Seokjin’s eyes hold all the sadness of the universe in them. Jungkook regrets asking.

“I must go back, it’s the only way to keep you safe, Your Highness,” the elder says.

Jungkook nods, not trusting his voice.

After three nights of travel, which they primarily conduct after dark, Seokjin can go no further. He must turn around and find his way back in order to convince the royal court not to come looking for the prince. Jungkook is not sure how Seokjin is going to do that, but the elder promises that it will be convincing enough.

“After our parting, you are a prince no longer. Go live your life as you have always wanted, Your Highness,” Seokjin says with a kind smile.

Jungkook knows he means well, but he never intended to live any life, as a prince or not, without Seokjin by his side. He’s not going to say that now, though. Not when the elder has done so much for him.

“Remember, Your Highness, you have a light inside you. Those with pure intentions and pure hearts will be drawn to your light. Just be yourself, full of kindness and care, and you will never want for friends,” Seokjin says. He has his hands resting on the prince’s shoulders in a warm embrace.

“I’ll remember your words, hyung. I remember all of your words,” Jungkook says with conviction. “Please, be safe, and come to me when you can. I will be waiting for you. I will always wait for you.”

After a long kiss to the prince’s brow, Seokjin turns and flees back into the forest toward the kingdom Jungkook can no longer call home.

Chapter 2 >

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[flowerwrites06]

hey about the drabbles can we get a marriage on the rocks ish au where oc has always given more than what is reciprocated to the relationship?? any member is ok :)) I love your writing

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Human!OC (Name: Angel)  Warnings: relationship neglect, angst Word Count: 1k+  Author’s Note: I hope this was to your liking, nonnie! I’m not sure how good it is but I tried my best lmao 

Being the more affectionate spouse in a marriage brought no trouble to Angel. She gave him little gifts, kissed him more, hugged him longer and had always been the first to initiate anything. Taehyung would be slow in his reactions but eventually he played along. Whenever their kisses became heated, he’d take the lead. That was enough for a while.

Tonight, when the moonlight was at its full shape, Angel and Taehyung sat at the dinner table. It was the warmest room in the mansion as the fire was constantly refreshed. She prepared a meal herself, crimson tea and blood cakes. Not just blood but a mixture of berries inside a thin rice pastry. It was Taehyung’s favourite and after pushing the initial thought of human blood on her hands, Angel enjoyed making it.

Angel resorted to reading her favourite book once she was done with her brief supper. She used to sit next to him so they could have conversations but after enough silence and short answers, reading was the next option. The constant cycle of accommodating to however little Taehyung interacted with her.

“I have a ball my mother wants me to attend,” said Taehyung. “I’ll be gone for a few days.”

“Oh. Is it private?”

“Mostly senior vampires, nothing to worry about.”

Angel smiled, maintaining the patience she had tried to master ever since the first time Taehyung kept her away from these events. She didn’t turn into a vampire so it was less likely that she’d be able to take part in those events. Angel had to deal with that much. It wouldn’t have been difficult if Taehyung showed a little more affection behind closed doors.

It was fine. She was fine.

Until a knock came on the door. It echoed through the empty mansion. Hada, their head servant, answered.

“My Lady Kim,” said Hada. “Why are you—”

“What? I can’t visit my own brother in his house?” Kim Taeran was one of Taehyung’s ten sisters. The oldest as Angel remembered. Her dress, gleaming in a blood red, clinked along with her gold jewellery as she waltzed into the dining hall. “Brother! Are you still eating?”

For the first time, Angel saw a glimmer of emotion flicker across Taehyung’s face. Angel, on the other hand, was elated to have seen someone from his family. She’d only heard a few stories here and there.

Taeran’s wide grin faded though when she noticed Angel. “Oh? Who’s this?” She lifted her nose, immediately taking in her scent and grimacing. “Dear oh dear, a human.”

Angel stammered, looking over at Taehyung. Did his sister not know who she was?

“This is Angel,” he said. His eyes narrowed at Taeran, piercing into her.

Taeran’s eyebrows lifted high as a smirk stretched across her face. “Angel…aww.” She looked down at her like she was a lowly animal. “You poor thing.”

“Taeran.” Taehyung spoke through gritted teeth.

“I knew my brother was cruel but this takes it to another level.” Taeran laughed.

Angel shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t.” Taeran pouted. “My brother talked about marrying a human to piss off our parents. I didn’t think he’d keep up with the lie so closely. Keeping her in your mansion and not telling her.” She stroked Angel’s hair, making sure that her sharp nails tugged at her scalp so she wouldn’t pull away. “I half-thought you sucked her dry and left her somewhere already.”

Angel looked over at Taehyung who had neutral expression on his face. As usual. As per usual. All the time. Even in this moment, nothing changed on his face. The days of being patient, breathing deep and telling herself to believe that Taehyung was just quiet or reserved. All of that came down and settled like rot in her stomach, making her sick. Her heart was being crushed by her own lies that she had created to feel better.

Every coping mechanism she made backfired and cut through her skin.

Taehyung grabbed onto Taeran’s wrist, pulling her away from Angel. “Leave us now.”

Taeran stumbled back from the force, letting out a mirthless laugh. “You can’t be angry at me for your own fuckups, brother. You were the favourite for too long anyway.”

Hada quietly escorted Taeran out of the mansion although the vampire continued to laugh like it was the best joke she’d heard in a while.

In some way, Angel agreed with her. It was a joke. Every ounce of effort she had made in this relationship amounted to nothing in the world nor in Taehyung’s heart.

“Taeran likes to create drama,” said Taehyung.

“Is what she said true?” Angel asked, staring up at him. “You married me only to anger your parents.”

“Our marriage angered my parents.”

“But was that your intention?” Her voice tightened just as her chest did.

Taehyung stayed silent, pressing his lips tight.

Angel sighed as tears began to blur her vision. She stood from her chair, wanting to distant herself from him as the silver moonlight shone through the window. “I gave you three years of my life and it was just some joke to you.”

“My parents never approved of our marriage, I kept you away from them to protect you.” Taehyung gestured roughly, trying to grab hold of her arm but Angel yanked him away.

“It’s not just your parents,” Angel whimpered. “It’s you. You barely talk to me, or kiss me and everytime you touch me, it feels distant.” Her throat clogged making it difficult to speak but she still tried. “I tried…I tried so hard to be okay with it. But you pretend I don’t exist with them and you pretend I don’t exist with me.” She chuckled sadly.

Taehyung’s expression softened. “If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You used to show me affection,” she said. “It was so natural to you for a while but then—you just stopped. Now I know why. Take the naïve girl from the village below and be on your merry way, right? They’re all just disposable to you.” Angel stomped past him but Taehyung grabbed onto her arms, forcing her to look at him.

“Just listen to me, I did—” he cupped her cheeks. “—for a moment, for a small moment, I did bring you here to anger my parents. But that changed, okay?” His thumb traced along the soft underside of her eye, wiping away the fresh tears. “I didn’t come this far, this long just because I wanted to prove something.”

It was the most intimate Taehyung had sounded in so long. The same whispers he used to give her after a night of passion or quiet mornings. Angel had forgotten how good it sounded, the warmth that travelled down her spine.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you. Please.”

How easy it would’ve been to fall into the sweet comforts. How desperate she was to gain some semblance of this measure from the man she loved. To see the pure tenderness in his eyes and feel the caresses of his hands so vividly. But it couldn’t be this way. Angel shouldn’t have to come this far to feel these simple things.

Angel moved away from his grasp, ignoring how much his touch lingered and nearly scarred her skin. “I’m going home.” She pulled off the transparent ring around her finger, decorated with pressed flowers.

“Wait,” Taehyung’s voice began to break but she knew she had to keep going.

Placing the ring on a nearby table, Angel quietly whisked out of the mansion she had so lovingly tended to. The gardens she had nurtured with all her heart. The bond she tried so hard to maintain with grace. It was all going to be left behind.

#taehyung #drabbles #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #taehyung drabbles #bts drabbles #drabble game #taehyung x oc #bts x oc

[simplyeu4ria]

chapter 7:the werewolf heartthrob

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Pairing: Werewolf! Jungkook x Unknown identity! Reader  ~(severely unedited: started 02/05/2022 ended 01/06/2022)~

Genre: high school au, werewolf au, angst, uncomfortable moments but only on a couple of parts, lots and lots of fluff, family abuse (mentions only) but Namjoon saves the day

Rating: +17 au

Summary: You are y/n the simple orphan girl, who lives with your step-parents who don’t treat you right. The school make a laugh at you but when Jin and Jimin help you your life changed from the bad to the good. Jungkook the heartthrob is not what you think behind those cold stares that you get across the classroom. With him and his six other stepbrothers and a couple of girls they reveal they are more than just the popular…

Word count: longest story I have written so far 45004 (and coincidently 4 versions of this story, 5 weeks to make, and 4 years of loving BTS)

Warnings: some uncomfortable moments, mean talk, mention of degrading names, mild swearing

a/n: first request/story on this account; since this a popular type of oneshot for Jungkook I am sorry in advance if this like another oneshot, have fun reading

I have noted similarities in other ffs throughout, please notify me if you find another

I can say that this original and that its my own work, but since this is not subjected under copyright because its Tumblr please do not copy my work you will feel guilty in the end, trust me.

Happy indulging into an infp-t’s mind common things you will see;

Subtle reference to books that I have read

Very romantic moments

Things that don’t make sense but makes sense in my head

Maybe a spoiler to the next book idea

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It was 2 hours before the ball, you and the girls had a 1-hour nap. You were currently helped into your dress thanks to the maids, the girls helped with you the makeup and hair. You repeated the same to them. You were all excited to say the least, excitedly talking about what could happen in the ball all throughout dinner. You on the other hand were excited but more so nervous, you were going to meet your real parents and whatever Hoseok was planning. You sighed whilst looking through the large window hoping for the best.

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Jungkook was sighing loudly before shaking his hands nervously, him and the boys were entering the upper entrance to the ballroom. One by one all the boys entered, in this order Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin. Once Jungkook entered after Yoongi went down the stairs, the drum sounded to the right of him. The guests looked up to him, ‘Jeon-Kim Jungkook, son of Kim.’ the servant announced; Jungkook bowed, and everyone bowed back he glided down the right stairs and waited behind Namjoon.

He waited for the rest of them to enter before they walked the rest of the stairs. Before walking through everyone as a group with the boys, he could feel the stares at the back of his head.

Jungkook sighed before he walked away, watching the three Kim brothers propose to some females and by tradition takes them out for a dance, he watch them glide throughout the room.

Namjoon in a perfected but clumsy movement. Jin in his wide graceful movements. And Taehyung who was graceful, but at a different pace depending on the beat of the music. Jungkook chuckled at their humour.

Jungkook then heard another drum sound. He looked at the entrance again this time from below and he saw Seulgi and Irene entered, ‘Kim Irene and Lee Seulgi, Ladies of the Kim house.’ They curtsied and separated whilst waiting on the stairs, just like he did. Then the drum sounded again Jungkook this time saw Lisa and Rose ‘Lisa Monoban and Lee Rose, Ladies of the Kim house.’ They curtsied before entering the stairs waiting behind the other girls.

He then heard the last drum sound Jungkook this time saw you, his mate. You were wearing the same dress as the appointment in the shopping mall, this time your hair tied up with a wreath pin holding up a bun at the back of your head with simple makeup to match. You were wearing the necklace that his Mother gave you, with matching earrings and a clutch bag of the same colour.

‘L/n Y/n lady of Kim and Byun house.’ You curtsied and Jungkook could hear a series of gasps and chatter. He presumed that they had thought you couldn’t changed your rank because you were a ‘mere human’. You were smiling gently as you glided through the crowds of people before heading to grab a glass from the waiter.

Jungkook could see many un-mated males were trying to get a glance at you as you walked by, but you just walked by them just giving a few nods to some other people. They wanted you as their mate… but that wasn’t going to happen on his watch.

He sighed before looking at his watch 2 hours till he is crowned Alpha, 3 hours till the moon at his highest point and to claim you as his. He glanced at you already finding your deep eyes looking back at him.

He raised the glass in his right hand to you, you smiled before raising your glass to him.

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You were walking around talking with one other Luna she was part of one of the northern mountains regional packs. But she kept talking about her son to you, probably trying to convince you to like him. You just merely nodded at everything she was talking about, whilst you were making your third turn around the ballroom.

You made eye contact with Seulgi for the first time, she immediately understood and excused herself out of the conversation she was having before walking over to you grabbing you by the wrist. Making up some excuse that you needed to go see the Alpha Kim for some important business.

Once you got away you sighed and thanked her, she smiled before hugging you. She was guiding you through the ballroom you were walking whilst happily talking, you got a few glances like the ones at the beginning of the ball. But you ignored or smiled at the direction of the glances. But to be honest you didn’t care; all you wanted was to be happy.

You occasionally walked by the boys. Namjoon talking to some betas from other packs, Jin smiling along with him. Jimin dancing with Taehyung, laughing whilst dancing at very different paces from each other, both winking at the two of you when they passed by. Suga talking to some old Alphas. But you hadn’t seen the rest of the girls and Hoseok or Jungkook; speaking of latter group…

You heard a loud chit chat of girls, when you turned your head to see the commotion. You saw Jungkook and Jimin again, from the looks of things Jungkook was getting swarmed by girls. Jimin went to save him but got stuck in the mess (more like him flirting around), you could see Taehyung and Jin laughing at their situation before making eye contact with you; before you all dissolved in a burst of giggles.

‘Y/n!’ You turned your head to find Mother calling for you, whilst bringing Alpha and Luna Byun with her, you and Seulgi both curtsied at the two of them. ‘Good Luck.’ Seulgi whispered in your ear before she disappeared out of your sight. You turned back to the two of them.

‘I have bought you Alpha and Luna Byun, since you wanted to discuss matters with them, they have some free time on their hands to discuss with you, do you want me to come with you?’ you nodded before bringing them close to you whilst saying; ‘This is about the situation…that me, Mother and Luna Byun have discussed.’ They widened before they nodded before the 4 of you walked away outside the back entrance of the manor. You are wearing wolfbane cloak to stop you from changing uncontrollably during the full moon, since you don’t have a moonstone yet. You all walked the down the stairs before heading into guarded garden.

There were several deltas waiting at the entrance, all mated waiting outside, once they saw Mother Luna they bowed. They turned and walked around the garden to guard it. You nodded at the leader before entering the gardens. You had specifically asked for deltas, from Mother, to guard those gardens you didn’t want any uninvited guests to attend your secret meeting. You wanted mated deltas so that there was no risk of men other than Alpha Byun attending the meeting.

Once you got to the centre. You stood in the middle before turning around to face the three of them. ‘I do think you are my parents. When I went through the photobook and through my drawings again. I got a dream last night or my memories came back to me and I finally met my wolf today, just before the day broke. Her name is Aiyana ‘The eternal flower’.

I also remember the last few words you spoke to me,’ you glanced at Luna Byun ‘She’ll find her mate and friends and then she can be herself again, she can come back home. My little moon, be safe I love you. Your father loves you. Your pack loves you. We are proud that you are…’

‘a pure-alpha female, when we meet each other, I hope you can fulfil the prophecy and find your True Alpha mate. We are always together in this mikrokosmos.’ Your mother finished of the lines. Your eyes glinted from blue to red and you heard your wolf Aiyana say ~‘We are home.’~ you smiled, and tears left your eyes. You were glad you wore minimal make up otherwise you’d be looking very odd. You smiled before grabbing taking the wolfsbane cloak, hiding inside a large bush tree quickly changing into your wolf, before leaving to run to your parents.

They gasped and held you close you whined happily snuggling into their legs, licking their fingers when they petted you, they smiled at you whilst giving you kiss on your head. You walked to Mother who smiled at you before petting you affectionately.

You whined before hiding into the bush tree again coming out once fully dressed and cloaked, you walked over to them cuddling them close while they responded. ‘Oh, my little moon.’ your Mum smiled at you before giving you a kiss on your nose. You then looked at your dad who smiled back at you before he gave you a kiss on your head.

You snuggled into his neck. Before letting you to hug Mother who smiled at you. ‘Mother thank you for bringing me to my real parents.’ ‘Its an honour to help such a beautiful girl like you.’ She said whilst hugging you back with that you all walked back to the ballroom to get ready for the announcement.

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Jungkook was looking at the time on his watch before he kept on looking at the back entrance waiting for his mate to appear through the door. The boys were looking at him as he walked left to right back and forth, ‘Jungkook-ah you better stop walking around so much you are making me get a headache.’ Jin whined at the younger one.

It was true though to everyone walking by they were looking at the younger Alpha curiously. ‘Sorry Jin-hyung I am just nervous. I can’t see y/n here yet and I don’t think I can make a good speech without her.’

‘Don’t worry she just walked through the door with her parents and Mother who is heading our way to meet Dad.’ Suga said whilst looking at the back entrance. Jungkook glanced at y/n who was already with her parents, who were also smiling happily…so she accepted her parents.

Jungkook smiled happily before making eye contact with his parents, who smiled back at him bringing him into a hug ‘Good luck in the future.’ They both said. They then hugged the rest of the brothers, before they headed up the stairs.

Jungkook gave one last look at y/n who was smiling at him, she smiled at him wishing him good luck, Jungkook saw sadness, but she smiled through it and nodded back to him. He vowed that he’d take care of her till the very end and to never let her have sadness in her eyes…

He heard the drum sound again, he smiled reassuringly to y/n before breaking his gaze before looking at his parents who was going to announce his take over. The boys stood up beside him and patted his back reassuringly…before hearing their father’s last speech as Alpha.

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You looked at Alpha Kim whilst standing next to your now parents. You were smiling happily about how Jungkook is going to be the new Alpha, but sad about mates part of this. You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if you see Jungkook with someone else.

You looked at your hands, scared. Your parents held you close, you smiled at them. They smiled at you supportively at you, making you confused to why they were so happy. You were more muddled when you looked back at Jungkook who was already looking at you, you gave your best smile and Jungkook gave you a comforting smile, weird.

You nodded before mouthing ‘Good luck!’ he smiled at you. You nodded and looked back at his father, who was already smiling at you. You felt hands on your shoulder you looked over and found the girls looking at you. You nodded before focusing on the speech again.

‘Hello everyone! I hope you are enjoying the ball. Today is a big announcement for our pack hence why we have invited everyone in our pack and the neighbouring packs. We have also invited the Alpha and their Lunas who have brought their first-born sons and any eligible high ranked females prior 3 days ago. For the increased chance of finding their mates, in this large event of many people, with the privilege and help from the Moon Goddess herself. I wish you all unmated individuals in this room great deal of good luck to find their mates, with my hope and gratitude for the future.

‘Today I am also making a big decision myself. I am going to pass down my rank to one of my seven sons, who have all attended today. There will be a change in the systems, which might be controversial to you all, but my chosen alpha choice who thought that it was a good idea. I agreed to this because I do believe this is best for my pack specifically in our circumstances. I hope it can set a future example for other packs in the future.

‘My son who I have chosen for the leader of the Eclipse is…Jeon-Kim Jungkook.’ Over the loud cheers and claps, you could see Jungkook being congratulated by his brothers. He headed up the stairs whilst hugging his parents, hugging his father. You saw Jungkook raise his hands commanding silence. He was looking at you, you widened your eyes before nodding indicating you can do it.

‘I am Jeon-Kim Jungkook, I am happy that my Father has chosen me as the new pack leader. I am to take over as Alpha in the coming October on the full moon, since I need to graduate at my school along with the rest of my brothers and our closest friends.’ He indicated by gesturing to us girls and his brothers.

‘Regarding the change in the systems, all Omegas and Deltas ranking system will stay the same. However, all me and my brothers will have joint leadership of the pack. However, I’ll be the head leader and control all things with the guidance of my sub-pack Alphas who are my brothers.

‘All deltas and omegas will answer to my brothers, depending on their strengths. My brothers: Namjoon will take care of the laws and social relationships, Jin will take care of food supplies and some imports, Suga will take care of weaponry, Hoseok will take care of social matters within the pack, Jimin will take care of training for deltas and Taehyung will take care of the rest of the importing and all of the exporting. My Brothers will answer to me regarding any big changes, that need to be held in our pack. I will have a beta to myself as will my brothers.

With this joint leadership, the close relationship and immediate response should allow close connectivity between our packs to allow for good relationships between regions and our neighbouring sub-packs.

I will send copies of the document of these changes to our government official buildings and to our neighbouring packs who will trade with us in the next years. Those who wish to see the document must come to me or my brothers to personally request for a copy.’ There were a series of mutters before a large clapping sounded between the groups of people. I guess everyone agreed to the changes, good.

Jungkook lifted his hand indicating silence again indicating he hasn’t finished his speech yet; ‘I as an Alpha, I am meant to claim my mate before I have ascended into my leadership role as Head Alpha. And many of you might be curious to who is my mate. I have already found my mate 2 months ago, way before this event started; I found my mate the moment I joined my human school. Which I think you can guess…will explain why I kept to myself throughout the most of this event of the winter solstice.

‘Because I have found my mate already, I hope you all can accept my mate, as the Luna of this pack. She is from another pack, and she has a special status and a more special place in my heart. Which is why I end my speech here and I shall ask for her dance right now.’ He said before heading down the stairs again, hugging his parents, before smiling to his brothers who encouraged him, teasing him by pushing him towards his mate.

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You watch him glide through the crowds, whilst people made space for him. You heard people say ‘Alpha Jungkook.’ As he walked by, he just nodded and thanked them. Every time he walked by some unmated female, she’s wait a little, but Jungkook ignored and walked by them.

They would frown before saying ‘Alpha Jungkook.’. Jungkook had a clear line of direction, he never paused but walked through crowds of people, making his way to the back of the ballroom. You presumed that it wasn’t you, but you were about to move, but everyone, your parents and the girls around you held you into place. You looked at them all confused, but they urged you forwards, and you walked ahead reluctantly.

Once you saw Jungkook and he made small eye contact with you and his eyes flashed red, you widen your eyes. You widened your eyes more when he was walking in your direction, once he was about 8 feet away from you, you met his eyes. You were about to leave and make way for him, but he walked faster to hold you into place by just his stare. You felt all eyes on you when he held his hand out you, you gasped covering your face with your hands.

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‘Lady y/n of Kim and Byun house, I accept you as my mate. Will you dance with me?’  he said whilst bowing to you with his head down.

You were silent and widened your eyes, but nodded your head when he raised his head. And you gently held his right hand. You were suddenly pulled by him, whilst he guided you to the middle of the ballroom, people moved making way for you.

They widened their eyes bowing to you with Jungkook when you glided by, but you were only looking at him too confused to notice the stares. Jungkook on the other hand, was looking forward before finally turning his head making eye contact with you, once you were in the centre of the ballroom. The two of you bowed to each other, Jungkook gently held you in a dance formation.

A soft waltz came on, and Jungkook lead you on through the dance. You were grateful that he did because right now you weren’t thinking straight. You just looked at your hand resting on his chest feeling his heartbeat against your hand, you could feel his eyes on you, so you glanced up.

You saw his dark eyes looking at you. You blushed and looked down again. You hear him sigh before he whispered before saying ‘Y/n talk to me. Your silence is scaring me.’ You looked up again before saying;

‘Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I got so scared that you might have been promised to someone else.’ You were embarrassed that you were asking him such question, but he placed his lips to your cheeks before grinning at your red cheeks.

‘I wanted you to accept me, I didn’t want to force you to accept me as my mate. You used to be a human and I wanted to give you a choice to love or not. After all mates, is forever, I wanted you to be sure. And I didn’t want to jinx whatever, the curse is. I wanted to tell you so bad, but because of the curse. I didn’t knew you loved me until we had that argument, I could see it in your eyes.’

He dropped his tone to whisper in your ear; ‘But you are being something so big, being the only Alpha Luna for the pack and the only pure-female-alpha, in the world, it got me scared. Which is another reason why I argued with you, I didn’t want to risk your identity being found if I told you that night, I am sorry.’ He nuzzled into your neck before leaving gentle kisses to your neck. You sighed and nodded, before nuzzling back to him. Before nodding opening your mouth to ask him, your voice dropping in tone.

‘I also heard that you and the boys kept on talking about rumours, during the dinner and the other events. Is that another reason?’ he nodded before replying;

‘If people found out that we are mates, there would be a big uproar. You saw those looks the other unmated Alphas gave you on the first night. They wanted you and if they found out that we were mates, they would want you more, those horny asses.’ He said grumpily you giggled in response, before nodding at him to continue.

‘And if people found about your identity there would be another this time a much more bigger uproar. E.g., if everyone knew of your identity when we got here all the Alphas would be after you, there would be a big fight. Whilst you are stuck with them, I will be stuck with those stupid females, who don’t know personal space…’ You kissed his cheeks. He looked at you before raising his eyebrow at you inquiringly. ‘I get the idea now…lets just enjoy things, okay?’ you said. Jungkook smiled before nodding giving you snuggles to your face, and you did the same.

Soon the song finished, and you and Jungkook bowed to each other, respectively. And another song started to play to a much faster more fun rhythm. People took it as a sign to take to the floor. Jungkook pulled you into a hug before he waltz with you. You smiled at him through out the song, happy of the outcome of this event.

You then saw Jungkook glanced in the direction of someone before he widened his eyes, before taking his hand away from your waist looking at his watch. You got confused and turned your head to the direction of Jungkook’s glance and saw Hoseok was pointing to his watch and mouthing ‘Its time!’ ‘Its time!’ Jungkook then stopped and held you by the hand and pulled you outside through the back entrance.

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You turned your head to look back, but you saw everyone looking curiously between the two of you. Some people even followed you, but Jungkook was faster. Once you got the back entrance you whispered shouted to Jungkook ‘Wait my cloak!’

‘No time I’ll explain later, we need to get to that place now otherwise, the uproar will soon begin. When the moon is at its highest point.’ He said lifting you bridal style before running to the forest. Once you were isolated near the border of the forest but just deep enough for privacy, Jungkook changed from his all-black suit into his black wolf, his red eyes looking at you. You understood the look and climbed onto his back as he carried you deeper into the forest.

Jungkook in his wolf form could smell other wolves nearby, he could recognise them as the deltas who were given the requested assignment to protect the gardens, while y/n could reveal her identity. He howled and he could hear other howls in response.

They other deltas were near place protecting it and getting it ready for them, just as Hoseok explained to him earlier that night. He ran until he saw the willow tree, he could see the moon in almost its closest position, just above the willow tree. 

Once he had reached the edge of the clearing he stopped, and you took it as sign to get off him. Jungkook changed into from his wolf into his human form again, before pulling you into a clearing. You looked around and saw a large willow tree, with large circular markings on the ground you recognised these marks from your dreams.

But you were more surprised to see Jungkook in full clothing on, you thought he would be shirtless. Jungkook said ‘Custom-made, doesn’t break when I need to change into my wolf. No need to worry I won’t do anything just yet.’ He chuckled at your red cheeks. Jungkook looked at his watch…11:10, it read. He had to get ready now.

Jungkook brought you to the centre of the ring of markings and held you by your hands. You looked at him confused but was reassured by his smile. You looked at him before you heard sounds of movement, you got scared. Jungkook rubbed a finger reassuringly on your hand, you saw the wolves, and recognised them from the gardens, they stood at the border or the clearing protecting you.

You widened your eyes when 6 of them entered the clearing with the 4 familiar girls on their backs. 3 of which you recognised as Jimin, Jin and Hoseok. you realised the rest of them were the boys, who you had yet to see their form and recognise them. While the boys who had change along with the girls joining the outer circle markings on the ground.

Then you heard a large crowd that walked closer, you recognised them all as attendees from the ballroom. They walked closer to the two of you but stopped when they could hear the deltas and the boys growling. You turned your eyes to Jungkook and saw his deep reds this time. You assumed he was mind-linking because he had a dazed look in his eyes.

Then you heard rustling behind the willow tree you saw the white wolf with the ash-grey eyes, come out. ~‘Isn’t she the wolf that turned me into a human at a young age the wolf with the white eyes, before I met Jungkook’~  you felt your wolf agree with you, but she seemed happy but not defensive, weird.

Jungkook smiled before letting you go the greet the women hugging her human form. She changed into a short, tanned woman with silver tattoos covering her body she was wearing a white dress with several glittering silver pieces of jewellery, her white hair shining under the moon.

Her kind eyes darted towards the girls who had just entered the circle markings. You looked at them curiously. They just smiled at you and started to follow the white-haired ladies instructions. ‘Y/n this is my great aunt, she used to be the last True Female, gifted by the moon goddess herself to become the next priestess. But she didn’t find her mate.’ Jungkook said and you went to greet her by bowing deeply.

She smiled at you before bringing you into a hug; ‘You have grown since the last time I met you, I am sorry for what happened in the past, it was the only way to protect you.’ You smiled and nodded in understanding.

Once you had let go of their Great Aunt, she had turned to look at everyone, they had all bowed to her you realised that she was the High Priestess. She must have called everyone here… but for what?

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‘Hello to all of you, children of the great moon goddess herself. Today I have asked to pause the celebrations of the winter solstice to tell you all that the True Alpha Couple prophecy has been achieved.

Byun Y/n is the daughter of Alpha Byun and Luna Byun here. She is the True Alpha female, now that she has found her mate Jungkook, she is now the Future True Luna. You all might be wondering why you didn’t knew before that she was the daughter of an Alpha and how she has lived this long without getting caught. Let me tell you all…

‘Byun y/n was born on the 27th of May 2004, 1 year after Jungkook who was born on 1st September 2003. She was born and kept secret, by her family. Many people who had visited her family for important businesses, and had their memories wiped, so that there would be no news of her would leak to the surrounding packs.

‘Once she had turned 7 years of age, she turned on at midnight in the morning of her birthday. Her pack could only keep her safe for so long. A long-time friend of theirs’ betrayed them, as they wanted the Alpha spot, and to forcefully marrying y/n without her consent. He had leaked her information and made a bargain to a group of hunters who executed most of her pack. He planned to fake a rescue of her pack to drive the hunters and to become victor, but ended dying because the hunters themselves, killed him.

Soon her pack withstand all the attacks from all the species including their own. One severe attack affected y/n’s mental health, changing her into her wolf completely and almost permanently . Her parents couldn’t take it anymore, to see their daughter undergo so much suffering. They had asked me and my loyal secret mate, the beta of the pack, to take her to safety and change her into a human permanently and to wipe her memories. And we hid her in a human settlement under the care of a couple, who couldn’t have a child.

‘Only then once she had found her mate she could be reveal once again to the night creatures of our world, which was 2 weeks ago. I had planted the idea of True Alpha Couple in Namjoon’s head so that he could reveal to his parents, Byun y/n’s true status.

‘It was only then Jungkook was decided to be Alpha, because Jungkook knew that they were mates at that time. Things happened and I had a vision of Jung-Kim Hoseok would help me bring them together, to help achieve the prophecy. Hoseok planned things and now here we are. I now hereby declare with my power that Jeon Jungkook and Byun y/n are the next True Alpha Couple of this century.’ The High Priestess explained.

You looked at Jungkook who was looking back at you, you smiled at him you were glad that someone else revealed about you to everyone else. You looked at the High Priestess who smiled at you before her eyes turned into a bright silver.

 -‘Byun y/n when you are ready you can change into your wolf. Jungkook will change with you, so don’t worry.’- You nodded and Great Aunt started to chant a recited text in some ancient language. Jungkook walked away from you, and you walked to the willow tree which brought down it silver leaves to cover you. You smiled at the tree before taking off your dress for th 2nd time that night and changed into your wolf again.

The leaves of the willow lifted again, and you walked back through the hanging branches, they brushed against your white fur. You looked around and you heard a series of gasps. You knew your coat was a rare colour. Since that it only belonged to an Alpha female who was part of the southern isles, but nobody has seen those in 320 years since the extinction, from what your parents told you.

Your great x3 grandmother was the last of them. So, it seemed unlikely that these werewolves had seen these coat in a long time. Your parents told you that the gene for the coat colour was dependent on the other genes making it rare. It must have got lost in the Alpha line since a new True pure-blood Alpha wasn’t born. But came back maybe when Jungkook was born since he did big achievements. According to Jungkook, it must have triggered something, for you to be born and have this coat colour.

You walked to Jungkook who was already in his wolf form, and you nuzzled into his neck. He purred in appreciation, he walked around you and walked up to you before nudging at you before licking your nape. You walked over to Great Aunt who smiled at you before she pulled you close and patted your head.

You walked back to Jungkook who was lying down on his chest, and you lied down next to him, nuzzling your head underneath his head. You then heard shouts and statement being made at you, from the unmated individuals. You looked around worriedly, but Jungkook growled so loudly that it silence everyone, He got up suddenly standing over you in protective form, he then closed his eyes tightly.

-‘SHUT THE HELL UP! ALL OF YOU!’-

You heard a loud shout through the mind-link. Jungkook was using his True Alpha abilities you realised as you saw his red eyes, mixed with blue and grey. You crawled under him and quickly snuggled into his neck licking affectionately. So, he doesn’t go on a rampage, he let a loud groan before he bent down, and he gave you a possessive yet affectionate lick at your muzzle.

You whined at him, he growled at you, you whined again. Everyone looked at the two of you in confusion. Jungkook sighed before both lied against the grass again. You snuggled against his chest before you lied in front of him again, he gave you loving licks at your ear.

The High Priestess then rose her hands to speak again. Silencing the last shouters… ‘We didn’t tell anyone about this earlier because, we knew that this would happen. There would be a large fight and many wolves would have lost their lives, mates would be mate-less! Can’t you all have common sense! If you had all started to wanting to mate with them just because of Legends and better status for your pups, I think not!’ She shouted at everyone they widened their eyes at the statement.

‘You would have all completely irradicated the mating system! The same events of the 1990s genetic problem would have happened all over again! Many people would produce unfertile offspring because the mating gene would have been completely irradicated! Mates are needed for their children to pass on their genes, onto the next generation!

‘You would have to make witches, do all the dirty dark magic to gain fertile offspring! They would have instead cursed you. So that you can’t find female werewolves anymore and you can’t have female wolves at all as children. You females would have been dead at the end of the curse. You males would have had to steal innocent girls from human villages every ten years on the blue moon! You’d have to reveal yourselves, to the humans again! Everyone would fear you and more of you would be hunted!

‘Thanks to the last massacre which was 17 years ago. I had to loss my mate for all of you people to finally come to an agreement. Don’t you dare start protesting otherwise, I will make sure the celestial supernatural beings will come after you.’ Everyone went silent at the declaration by the High Priestess.

-‘Go and change into human again, then the ceremony can start.’- Jungkook whined before getting up and he nudged you to the willow tree again. What ceremony? you curiously turned your head. -‘Seasonal Engagement Ceremony. We are finally going to be promised to each other. Like an engagement for humans, but for the important ranks only, happens every full moon.’-

You smiled and nodded before you walked back into the willow tree. You changed and a basket was there which had a letter and its said.

From the girls Seasonal Engagement Ceremony dress love you lots💜!

The girls must have entered and placed it there during the commotion. You opened the packaging and saw a beautiful white dress; it was a long white tulle dress. A-line, cold-shoulder, teacup length, covered in a lace with a patterns full of stars. You slipped on the dress and arranged your hairs. You were still wearing your necklace but this time the lilac stone changed into a white one. You presumed this was meant to happen; to say that you had met your mate, and you were now to be engaged.

You exited the willow tree only to see the circular markings on the ground were glowing purple, Jungkook’s favourite colour. You looked up at the moon, finding it much bigger than before. You presumed that it was 11:15PM in middle of the night, highest/largest point of the moon when werewolves powers are strongest. You turned your head to see Jungkook in his all-black suit again. Looking at you with a shocked face or should you say a Jungshook face, you giggled at him.

You could see that the boys were standing behind Jungkook surrounding the outside of the ring. The girls on the other hand were holding baskets on either side of you, in the baskets were fern leaves and dark purple flower petals. You looked at the High Priestess who gesture you to walk forward. As you did the girls sprinkled the petals and fern leaves as you walked by. You walked ahead and saw the ground lit up by fireflies and lily of the valleys which glittered brightly when you walked past them.

Once you stood entered the circle, the circle changed to a blueish lavender. Your favourite colour was light blue, so hence the colour change being a mix of the two colours of light blue and purple. You walked ahead you stood in front of Jungkook.

Both the girls and the boys followed suit and walked to the furthest outside circular marking. Jungkook on the other hand stood opposite of you already looking at you. Once you made eye contact him, he grinned and took your hands in his and held you at arms length.

‘Today we have gathered her today to celebrate the very start of a renowned union. My great nephew Jeon Jungkook the newest Alpha of the Kim Pack. Born on the year 2003, on the 1st of September. His father is an Alpha and mother was a Luna delta who were tragically killed along with the rest of their pack in the 2007 killings at their hosting of the blue moon when Jungkook was only 4 years old.

‘And Byun y/n pure born of alpha blood heritage, taken away from her parents, at the mere age of 7. She was hidden by me and my mate into the Human World, before joining back into her world just 2 months ago. I wish her good luck, with her new status.’

‘With this in mind, will you y/n state your vows.’ You nodded before saying; ‘When I first met you Jungkook we didn’t have a good relationship at the beginning, but when I met you truthfully for the first time in your house. You were quiet and timid, but you still intrigued me, and you even saved me from that stupid Kira, back at school. I am glad we got off a good foot since then.

‘I am more glad that we learned and loved each other for the last two months. And for the longest time I have loved you, you took care of me through everything, and I hope to do the same for the rest of your life. I wish to be there for you a shoulder for you to cry on, I wish to catch you when you fall. All I wish is your full attention and love for me, that’s all I want.

‘I want a best friend, a lover, and a near-future a husband and finally a father.’ You said whilst shedding a few tears, Jungkook brought his hand to up to your cheek and he wiped your cheeks of your tears. You looked at the Priestess who looked at you and nodded.

‘And now Jungkook will you state your vows.’ ‘My dear Luna where do I start, you were there since the beginning. I did not know you were my mate, and that I hadn’t liked you at the beginning. I loved you unconsciously without myself knowing, it was only till my brother Namjoon told me and I saw your true colours. As you said we learned to love each other throughout our two months together.

‘I hope that I can be the best mate and though mates are forever, I wish that you’ll never regret your choice. I will love in this life and the next. The little things you do make me fall in love with you deeper. I want to be there for your mood swings, and I want to be reason for love and your existence in the world.

‘All I want it someone to be there by my side. To be mother of my Pack and to be mother of my children. To my love, my wife and my moon.’ He said whilst staring into your eyes, you could feel yourself blush at his stare. You smiled and nodded and caressed his hands, he held your hand tightly in response. Smiling happily at your acceptance.

‘Now, Jungkook you will exchange your ring.’ Jungkook nodded before kneeling on one leg before taking a box out of his pocket. You saw the ring; it was a rose gold band with a moonstone in the centre. He looked at you for permission once again. You nodded and Jungkook placed the ring on you ring finger on your left hand. He kissed the back of your hand before standing up holding your hand together.

‘Now you may kiss each other. And let the moon reunite you for the rest of your lives.’ You widened your eyes at him. But Jungkook being romantic Jungkook without a word held you close by the waist.

He rested his forehead against yours, you sighed and relaxed in his hold with a hand on his chest. Jungkook brought his lips to yours, and you closed your eyes when you felt soft pillows on top of your lips.

You lifted your head up to push your lips more against his. You could feel Jungkook sigh against your lips. Your hands travelled to rest against his neck putting your fingers pushing through his hair gently tugging at them. He groaned and pulled you close by your lower back. He moved his lips harder against your lips and turned his head to deepen the kiss.

You whined gently at him, when he released your lips, he nudged your nose against his. Jungkook gave you pecks before he hugged you close, you snuggled against his neck, taking in his scent. You heard claps and you grinned against Jungkook neck, giving one last hug before letting go. Jungkook shyly grinned at you before he winked at you, you laughed at him whilst throwing your head back, giving him a playful slap. He giggled before back hugging you tightly.

You then let go when you felt a nudge against your leg. You let go of Jungkook to turn around to the direction of the tug; a young girl with a crown of white flowers on a red velvet pillow.

And you bent down on your knees. She placed the pillow on the ground before taking the crown and placed it your head, you lifted your head up to you thanked her. You opened your hands to hug her she walked closer before hugging you and you held her close. You felt a hand on the back of your shoulder. You looked up to find Jungkook holding a young boy on his waist who was wearing a wreath of leaves on his head, Jungkook had the same wreath as him.

You lifted the girl off the ground to hold her properly in your hands, she held you close. You smiled at Jungkook who smiled at you fondly. The parents of the children came, and you let go of the children, who ran to their parents. You sighed and smiled at them.

The girls came next and hugged you tightly. Jungkook was bombarded with the boys, all of them head locking him giving him a hard affectionate rub against his head.

‘You’re the first to get married. Don’t say I am old.’ Jin shouted whilst Jungkook whined at him for messing with his hairs, you laughed at his antics. Jungkook whined before walking to you. You nodded before sighing ‘Well now you have to deal with him rest of your life you old coconut.’ You sighed at him at him before running away giggling.

Jungkook ran after you, ‘Yah y/n! Come back here!’. Before he tackled you against the ground. You laughed loudly when he tickled you, you shouted ‘Stop! Please!’ ‘Well, you must apologize to me and do something for me…’ ‘I am sorry, but you do tease your hyungs to much and too often, its true though. But what do I have to do?’ you asked curiously, looking at him.

‘Give me a kiss here?’ Jungkook pointed at his cheek, you gave him a peck. Again and again he asked, until his pointed to his lips. You blinked but blushed, before giving him a peck. ‘A proper one.’ He asked You whined again but brought your lips to him and he sighed whilst bringing you up from the floor, with his lips on yours. He sat you on his lap whilst holding you close. You gasped at the change in formation, but his lips never left yours. You sighed before releasing the kiss. And Jungkook kissed pecked you on your neck before hugging you tightly which you returned.

You were glad…so glad. You were home, you had found your soulmate…and most importantly found a family.

THE END

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[jjinnies]

Chapter 1: The Case (Trial & Error).

Warnings: mentions of gore and murder, blood & crime.

Word Count: 2.7k+

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As soon as Seokjin had heard of a new crime scene unfolding at the heart of Gangnam, he rushed over to his office.

The primary suspect had been arrested already without a fair trial, possibly to quell the news of the unexpected murders in the picture-perfect neighbourhood. Yet, his co-worker had informed him of the details surrounding the case almost as soon as word had gotten around of the fresh crime in cold blood.

"If the Kim family had a long list of enemies, why apprehend a butler?"

This information has been given to him approximately 45 minutes ago. Now, he sat in his pyjamas, outfit hardly considered professional, as he rubbed the sleep off his heavy eyelids.

The man's appearance currently, did no justice in establishing him as one of Korea's best lawyers. With his typical work attire – straightened black slacks and a crisp white shirt – momentarily abandoned, it seemed as though he had disregarded his self-care too.

Hair ruffled, glasses on and coffee steaming beside him in his plain black mug, he sat at his office desk. His slender fingers worked at the mouse, fingertips now drumming against the glass exterior of his desk as he waited for his computer to log him in. And once he heard the familiar ding sounding against the otherwise empty building, he leant forward in his leather chair expectantly.

Lifting the mug of lukewarm coffee towards his lips, a much-needed gulp lessened the contents of the cup. Though he hated the taste, he drank it for the rush of caffeine. And as he currently blinked to allow his eyelashes to cut away the fog from his deep, onyx black orbs, the digital clock by his desk flashed 2:30 AM like a ticking time bomb, reminding him of the little time this job always spared him with each criminal case.

Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed: his concentration kicked in. 

It was now that he began to read the threadbare details surrounding the case. 

The Kim family, a seemingly normal — if not well-off — name, rich enough to pay for hired help around their two-storey mansion. The Coroner's report had not yet been submitted, though police officials and medical experts at the crime scene deemed all murders to be committed within a ten-minute window – between 1:14 AM to 1:24 AM. 

With two children, aged 15 and 17, and the parents, Kim Taehyung and Kim Minji, all declared dead beyond resuscitation, the question of murder weighed heavily on the affluent community around them. Neighbours had already begun to eye each other warily, and rumours were spreading like wildfire. It would only be a matter of days before the wider public would discover the atrocity, and Kim Seokjin was assigned this case as a posthumous lawyer to deliver justice ASAP. To clear the fog on what had really happened within those ten, unretrievable minutes.

Scrolling down further, Seokjin bit his lip as he scanned the different types of networks he would have access to in order to help him on the case. Interviews with the Coroner, insight into the medical conditions of the Kim family, as well as police warrants to search different crime locations were all given to the lawyer. 

But as he spent more time dissecting the different components found at the crime scene, his curiosity was piqued. 

Leaning back into his chair, he rolled his broad shoulders back, absentmindedly gnawing at the end of his pen as he closed his eyes. 

The murder weapon, a kitchen knife, had already been found. The only other person in the house was the family butler, who lived in the servant quarters of the mansion. Apparently, Jimin hadn’t heard anything, and had only woken up to retrieve a glass of water. Only to find much more than he had bargained for.

With no sign of forced entry or even the presence of another person, surely the only person guilty would be the butler?

But why did it seem so easy?

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Seokjin had retired to his bedroom soon after the ticking of his office clock seemed so loud, he could barely hear himself think. There was nothing he could do in the dead of the night anyway; he would have to wait the morning before digging up more information by personally visiting the crime scene. 

And so, Seokjin found himself waiting in his car, mere metres away from the Kim residence, whose perimeter was lined with yellow police tape and stressed officers. His eyes drew to the neighbours who were huddled by the street, wondering if they could gather more information now that the dark night had been replaced by an unfittingly sunny day.

He hadn’t even realised he was standing by the sectioned off crime scene before an officer eyed him warily, and it was only then that he fished out the warrant he had been given by his agency, flashing it towards the public servant as some sort of explanation. 

He was granted entry, and he stepped under the tape to solidify his commitment to the case. 

Before him, among the many men and women photographing the dishevelled scene, stood the primary police officer. Mint-green hair was hid under his uniform’s cap, and he appeared to be signing something off before his eyes also fell towards the new suit-clad lawyer.

“Kim Seokjin? You must be the posthumous lawyer Dr Lee was telling me about. I’m Chief Officer Min Yoongi. But please, just call me Yoongi.”

The officer held his hand out to deliver a polite handshake, and Seokjin returned the gesture as he nodded.

“Yoongi, pleasure to meet you. I’m Seokjin, or Jin. What do you know so far?”

The two men walked further into the scene, away from most of the police officers. Seokjin’s hand tightened around the handle of his briefcase as he observed the outline of four figures on the floor, linked with white chalk and coppery blood to signify where they had been murdered. Other furniture had been strewn around the place – vases, chairs, books, even a few side tables.

Yoongi shoved his hands awkwardly into the navy-blue pockets of his police wear as his eyes looked back to ensure nobody was eavesdropping. He took his cap off, finding it fitting to do so when discussing deceased members of the community. It was only then that he let out a soft sigh. 

“Frankly? Not much. The case pretty much seems open and shut.”

Yoongi’s words earnt an unconvinced hum from Seokjin. The police officer elaborated.

“Jimin’s hands, his face, even his clothes. They were all stained with blood when we arrived. His fingerprints were found on the murder weapon. We couldn’t find anyone else on the CCTV footage, and there seems to be no sign of forced entry anywhere across the mansion. Poor kid seemed shaken up, but if it wasn’t him, who would it be?”

Yoongi knew that Jin was tasked with proving Jimin’s innocence. His words probably didn’t help the lawyer at all. But he was merely reiterating what he knew. 

So why did he feel a pang of guilt?

“Listen, Jin. Maybe if you wait around for a bit, at least until the juniors have some reign around here, I can take you to see Jimin. Maybe talking to him might help you.”

Seokjin nodded gratefully at Yoongi’s offer.

But before he was able to verbally thank the man, the interaction was soon cut off by a police officer walking – jogging – over to Yoongi. Seokjin would later be introduced to the young police officer. His name was Jungkook, a young but determined police officer working directly under Yoongi. Whose first case was the Kim murders.

He couldn’t be much older or younger than Jimin, Jin thought. He watched as the younger police officer’s doe eyes glanced innocently between him and his primary officer. Although his very muscular physique, combined with the array of tattoos professionally tucked under his navy-blue long sleeve, reminded Jin that he wasn’t just a kid.

“Yoongi? You might want to listen to what one of the nannies are saying.”

— 

Like Yoongi, Jungkook took the initiative to remove his cap when the distressed nanny ahead of them spoke of her late employers.

The younger police officer signalled for a bottle of water to be handed to the woman as she recounted how much she loved the family, and how heart-wrenching and callous the whole situation seemed.

Jungkook wrapped an arm around the older woman in a side hug, consoling the lady as they urged her to talk, knowing that any information right now could be crucial in the development of the case.

Jin and Yoongi watched on sympathetically, and when the other officers had found a chair and some water for the nanny to use, Jungkook squatted beside her to hold her hand in the process, occasionally using his sleeve to dab away at the woman’s horrified tears.

He felt absolutely awful for her. She had, after all, merely been expecting to see the two children she was responsible for raising all these years. Nobody had informed her of the cruel fate the family had succumbed to, and her hysteria was understandable when she arrived at the mansion, realising that she would never see the precious family she loved so much, ever again.

“T-they were like a second family to me,” she finally mumbled, looking down at her shoes, fingers fumbling with each other as stray tears slipped down her slightly wrinkled face. She sucked in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut as she attempted to rid her aching heart of its pain. 

“I just can’t believe…I can’t fathom that Jimin would do this. No…Jimin was Taehyung’s friend, like a brother.”

Yoongi noticed the way Seokjin pulled his own writing pad out, noting the woman’s name down before letting his own questioning begin.

“Mrs Song, we’re so sorry for your loss,” he began, a genuine sigh leaving his lips as he only began to imagine what the woman ahead of him was going through.

“Do you have good reason to be suspicious of anyone else?”

When asked the question, the woman attempted to collect herself. She patted Jungkook’s hand over hers gently, her motherly instincts working even now as she wanted to reassure the young police officer who felt responsible for her wellbeing throughout the short time she had been here, the crime scene.

But as she pursed her dry lips, her eyes trailed down the corridor, past both Yoongi and Jin, to observe the door of Taehyung’s office slightly ajar.

In her 12 years of working with the Kims, she had never seen the room open.

Her shaky hand pointed up, until it aligned with the space that her eyes were set on. The trio’s eyebrows raised confusedly before they tried to peer at what the older woman was trying to raise their attention towards.

Yoongi’s eyes found the slightly cracked door first.

Jungkook helped the woman drink some water, and her nerves settled a little. She continued.

“None of the hired help was allowed in that room, not even the kids. I was made clear of that rule when Mr Kim had first interviewed me for the job almost a decade ago.” 

Her mind fell back to the day she had seen Minjung and Taehoon, the two children she loved like her own for all these years. She forced herself to continue, wanting to be as helpful as possible to the people who would bring justice to the situation. 

“A few months ago,” she paused to recollect herself, “Mr Kim had handed me an envelope, which he told me contained details to all his assets. With those, anybody could withdraw any amount of money from his funds, and he assured me that the transaction was untraceable. I think it also contained his will, but I don’t remember.”

The woman continued as she explained why her boss had given her that information. It seemed arbitrary for an employee to know something so important about their employer. 

“He knew I had been struggling with money. It was my daughter’s final year of college, and I had to help pay for her costly tuition. He told me to withdraw any amount I needed to feel secure, but I declined. I couldn’t bring myself to do so, especially when Mr Kim was paying me much more than other household nannies receive.”

By now, Yoongi and Jin had taken a seat in a few chairs brought to them by the other officers. They didn’t want Mrs Song to feel intimidated. The space was cleared to give the woman more space to breathe.

“After much convincing, Mr Kim took the envelope back. He contacted my daughter secretly days later and made sure he personally took care of her student loan. But the next day, I saw Mr Kim keying in a code before opening the door to the room none of us servants had ever seen the inside of. I turned around and tended to something else out of respect for his privacy, but I saw him return the envelope back to his safe, and he left again almost instantly after that.”

Jungkook was the first to thank the woman for her cooperation. For the first time, the woman smiled, even if it was a forced gesture made simply to reassure the young man that she was beginning to feel better already.

Yoongi’s words followed suit.

“Did anyone else know of the envelope, Mrs Song?”

When the woman was directed a question, she shifted to face Yoongi. She tried to think back of all the interactions playing back regarding the mysterious room that her employer seemed too protective over.

Until one specific interaction stood out.

“Everybody hired after 2012 was told that the space was a closet for extra storage. They never questioned it because they had no reason to. All other employees that did know about the secret office have already retired or moved on to other households.”

Jin remembered from the case profile of Jimin that he had been recruited as a senior butler to the Kim family in 2017.

“But last week, when I was getting the kids ready for bed, I heard a loud sound coming from the room. In the morning, when I was watching over the kids playing in the courtyard, I noticed that somebody had tried to shatter the thick window from the outside, maybe with a stone. It only left cracks. I told Mr Kim immediately, and the new employees were gathered so he could talk to them.”

Jungkook had noticed that the window of Taehyung’s office was slightly different to the windows of the rest of the house when he had walked into the crime scene this morning. He now realised that the window had been newly replaced.

Even so, the entrance seemed much too far from streetview for somebody to hurl a stone at the window. The attempted – presumed – robbery had to be an inside job, and Taehyung seemed to think so too, judging from how he rounded up the new staff only.

This newfound information gave Jin some hope to relieve Jimin of the accusations he was pressed under. In his mind, Jimin was innocent until proven guilty.

The lawyer grounded himself back to where he was as he thanked Mrs Song for her help once again. Jungkook took this as a sign to lead the woman away from the crime scene unfit for an innocent nanny like her, and he led her outside for some fresh air, arranging a cab while the woman took some time to herself.

Meanwhile, Yoongi excused himself from the place of the spontaneous interrogation, eyes flickering to the seemingly important room before he made his way to it.

His fingertips pressed against the door, pushing the metal barrier away from him to reveal the expensively decorated office.

On his way inside, he noted that the keypad had been dented, and when that probably failed to allow entry into the room, the door had been pushed open with brute force.

He took his phone out to snap pictures of both clues.

One quick glance into the room confirmed everything the woman had been saying. His eyes zeroed in on the safe that had been left wide open, and what was once meant to be a safe filled with valuables – most importantly, a thick envelope – was no longer there.

Maybe this case wasn’t as open and shut as he had once anticipated.

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[namjinsuperior]

🔴 OT7/Autres

Voici mes idées (mis à jour quand j'ai des idées évidemment) des pairing OT7 et autres dans le sens où je ne sais pas encore quel pairing c'est, j'hésite entre plusieurs, ou du threesome, etc...

Si vous souhaitez utiliser l'une de ses idées, vous pouvez tant que vous m'identifiez dans l'histoire ou me demander la permission.

Si vous voyez un résumé d'une ff mot pour mot tiré de mes idées, n'hésitez pas à me prévenir :)

Certaines idées n'ont pas de titre ou peuvent changer. La majorité ont une photo d'inspiration.

...

Kim Taehyung est connu pour ses photos d'une incroyable beauté. Que ce soit d'une simple fleure à un être humain. Lors d'un événement privé, Kim Taehyung est invité en tant que photographe. Riches, artistes, PDG, sont au rendez-vous.

Mais lorsque Taehyung croise le regard de cet homme, son appareil ne peut plus changer de direction. Et chaque photo doit être lui.

Pour faire simple, Taehyung va passer d'un simple photographe à un stalker très clairement.

Le pairing n'est pas encore choisi d'ailleurs. Mais je pense que ça sera soit du VHope, soit du TaeJin.

P.S: l'histoire se passera à New York.

...

Namjoon gère un magasin de fleur très réputé entre Séoul et les petites villes de campagne. Sa clientèle double brusquement lorsque son nouvel employé fait son apparition.

Pairing: soit Vmin, Jikook ou MinJoon !

...

Je n'ai pas encore d'idée de résumé ou de pairing mais j'ai toujours voulu écrire une ff/AU à cette époque (le style vestimentaire est trop beau). Et il y a un certain temps j'avais demandé à mes mutus de me donner des dates/époques. Et voilà ce que j'ai eu.

Vieux barre américains - année 1935 - 1960

Une vieille Italie - 1850

Amérique du Sud - 1930

Mexique ou Italie - date inconnue

Cuba - début du 20ᵉ siècle

Année 40 en Égypte

Argentine - date inconnue

Havane à Cuba - entre 1670 et 1715

Nouvelle-Orléans - 1930

Ouest américain - 1803-1890

Ça sera peut-être une histoire de mafia/prohibition en Amérique

Mais toutes les idées sont intéressantes.

...

Dans la ville de Séoul, quatre gangs règnent sur la partie sombre et secret de la métropole.

Le gang du cœur tenu par J-Hope. Le gang du trèfle tenu par Jin. Le gang du carreau par RM. Le gang du pique par Suga.

Un jour après un accident, le roi de carreau fut contraint a quitté les siens. Deux ans plus tard, il est bien décidé à montrer a ses aînés que le "bébé roi" a bien grandi.

...

La famille Kim est composé de 7 enfants. Kim Seokjin, le plus âgé. Kim Namjoon Kim Taehyung.

Après le décès de leur mère, leur père se remarie avec Mme Jung qui donne naissance à Jung Hoseok.

Il finit par divorcé 2 ans plus tard pour rencontrer la sublime Min et son fils Min Yoongi.

Malheureusement, elle découvre que son, désormais mari la trompe avec une femme du nom de Park et qu'elle est enceinte d'un énième garçon du nom de Park Jimin.

Mais ce que la famille Kim ne sait pas c'est qu'ils ne sont pas 6 frères, mais bien 7.

La servante de maison à donner naissance au 7ᵉ fils, Jeon Jungkook.

Quand le chef de famille est au bord de la mort dû à une maladie, les 7 enfants vont se battre pour récupérer l'héritage et pour certain, regagner l'affront fait à leur mère.

...

Kim Seokjin. Etudiant en médecine à l’Université nationale de Séoul. Vit a Gangnam

Cherche compagnon compréhensif pour mon enfant Evoli et qui apprécie les blagues de papa.

Qui pensait que cette description sur Tinder allait attirer un gars.

P.S: Pairing pas encore décidé.

#bts #army #fanfic #fanfiction

[kshshgill]

"From Nobodies to Legends"

"Once you enter this fandom , their is No exit " :-

2010 , when a group was formed and stepped in music industry with thier first debut song " NO MORE DREAMS " in 2013 , with big dreams in their eyes and saved their company from being bank erupt . But didn't knew if they will succeed or not ? Group consist of seven members :-

1 . Kim Namjoon ( stage name RM ) :-

leader of the group and the only person who speak Korean and English both . Learnt English by watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S . He wanted to be a song writer , producer and a Rapper but his mother broke his computer so he can focus on studies . He was asked if want to go for solo career or with the Group ? Without hesitating , he bravely choosed the group . Now he is all ,he wanted to be . Before this he was an Undergraund rapper .

Because he was the only one who knew English , so the haters use to send Hate messages in English to rest of the members but he use to translate them in Korean positive messages for them so that they can keep on working .

2. Kim SeokJin ( stage name JIN ) :-

His mother always use to listen their friends praising their sons and didn't even say a single word of praise for him and compared to his elder brother , who was a student president of the school . So he wanted to make his parents proud of his achievements. He worked hard spending restless nights perfecting his dance routines .

He binds the group together . As a younger brother he was ushered into unfamiliar surroundings , and had to become the bigger brother for six strangers , and make them his family . He worked hard on his vocals and dancing skills yet many people called him talentless .

3. Min Yoongi ( stage name Suga ) :-

The one who had to choose between food and catching bus as his financial condition was not good . He use to do several odd jobs , so he could afford his school fees and survival . His parents wanted him to get a stable job of civil servant . Times were tough as Suga sought work in a recording studio in school . He did the job of food delivery boy and once got injured his shoulder in an accident and he lied to the members that he had fallen down the stairs .

Also he recalled his trainee days in his songs and spoke about how he use to feel during all these struggles + he spoke about his anger , frustration , depression in his songs . Now he is a song writer , Rapper , composer and producer .

4 . Hung HoSeok ( stage name J-Hope ) :-

He auditioned as he wanted to make his father proud of him . Seemed to always laugh but never felt as an accomplishment to his father . He learnt how to rap because Taehyung wanted to be a vocalist.

He was harshly criticized for his visuals saying he didn't look good . people wanted Him and RM to leave the group . He almost left but came back as he can't stand seeing Jungkook crying . He himself said that " He himself trusted the members enough to believe they were all gonna be OK together " and he was not wrong . Now he is a Rapper , Dancer , and song writer too .

5. Park Jimin ( stage name JIMIN ) :-

People use to call him Fat , before he joined the group . During starting era , once he practiced that much that as result he started bleeding from nose . People use to make fun of him . He worked hard to look good and proove everyone wrong and chased his dream . Now he is a Vocalist.

6 . Kim Taehyung ( stage name V ) :-

He grew up very poor , and he lived with his grandma for 14 years . His grandma wanted to be see him on T.V . His parents fully supported his love for music and art and wanted him to pursue his dreams . But , still he was bullied .

7. Jeon Jungkook ( stage name Jungkook ) :-

He is the youngest member of the group . Singer , song writer and Vocalist of the group . He initially had a dream of becoming a Badminton player when he was younger , but after seeing " G-Dragon " perform " Heartbreaker " on T.V . It influenced him to want to becoma a singer .

He joined BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT after seeing RM . It hurt him watching other members cry .

People use to laugh at their names during starting years . They went on streets inviting people to watch their free concert . They received a lot of Hate , Criticism , Plagiarism , Death threats and so on . They almost disband . These hardest times lead them to the most beautiful time .

They were worried about their future . This the problem most teens have , so they spoke out for people like them . They were symbol of youth .

They spoke about Mental health issues , coming of age lose , school teen life , stress , anxiety , Journey towards self-love , Individualism and so on in their songs .

Their Journey towards the Top taught us that THERE IS NO SUCCESS WITHOUT HARDSHIP.

7 YEARS LATER

Their hard work paid them off ,

32 fans turned into Millions of ARMY and counting . Performing in front of Shinning , Shivering Purple ocean

Their concert tickets being sold out within minutes .

They have come so far that the only chance to see them is to go to their concert . Or ( Never ) meet them along the streets . With 0.01% chances .

16/9/11 the won Melon Music awards

16/ 12 / 02 they won MAMA Artist of the year

Secured position in Billboard 200 and Billboard hot 100 .

Became International sensation .

Global Artist

2017 Won Teen choice awards and American Music awards .

2018 and 2021 they delivered speech in UNICEF meeting on Global issues .

and in 2020 their single " Dynamite " broke all the records and they got Nominated for Grammy .

This is how they become world's biggest boy band BTS......

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#btsforever

[yoongiandjiminfics]

Title: A Cinderella Story: Yoonmin Edition

Author: a_lonely_whale666666

Length: 7/7; 1.1k words

Description: Jimin is a modern day prince and Yoongi is one of his kitchen servants.

A visual/social media based fic.

#bts #bangtan boys #bts fanfiction #yoonmin #yoonmin fanfics #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #social media fic #prince!jimin #servant!yoongi #fluff #fluff and angst