#yandere!jungook x reader

[darkestcorners]

polarity | 04 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x (f) reader

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+ , toxic relationships, unhealthy and obsessive behavior , mentions of mental health, manipulation, blackmail, cheating,

word count: 13.4k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you…

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | ❄️CS | 03 JK | 04

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A/N; Hi babes! I took quite a lengthy break for personal health issues but I’m back! I hope you enjoy this chapter :) ❤️❤️🥰

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you finally had pulled away from Jungkook. The tears were dry on your cheeks now. You stared down at his phone, the screen had finally stopped displaying the crude video and now it was paused, only the thumbnail was just as raunchy. Turning away, you lifted yourself off the floor, clenching your fists. You eyed Eunji's gift, not being able to stand the sight of it anymore. This time your feet moved at the speed of light, pulling a knife out from the wooden block near the kitchen sink. You saw Jungkook turn his head, quickly coming to his feet when he noticed what you were doing but it was too late, you plunged the knife directly into the leather material.

“Baby,” Jungkook called out, letting out a sigh in defeat when he noticed you were already repeatedly dragging the knife across the expensive purse, completely ripping it apart. Your hands seemed to work on their own, throwing every last bit of your pain into ruining it.

“Enough.” The knife was yanked out of your grip, he placed it on the counter beside you both and took the purse out of your hands, letting it drop to the floor.

“No! None of it is enough!” You cry out, you run your hands over your face and take a deep breath. You needed to calm down, you had to calm down. Jungkook was watching you with careful eyes, as if he was getting ready for you to lunge towards the knife again but you didn’t bother with it anymore. The sight of the purse didn’t heal nearly enough of your broken heart. 

Have you really been so blind? The more you think about it, the more obvious the signs are. Eunji wasn’t newly like this, her behavior didn’t come out of nowhere. Why was your heart and mind so hellbent on convincing yourself that her true character was a surprise? Was she not always like this? You remember all the small instances in that moment, all the seemingly insignificant times she had ignored you or paid little attention to your feelings. Even back in high school, you remembered the times she would spend hanging out with other people and completely leave you out of the equation.

You would never ask for an apology, or even an excuse. You would simply take it as it was. 

The times she would forget to bring you something when she went out to get food or drinks, even when you had specified to her and given her the money. How little attention she would pay you when you shared your thoughts about your future, your concerns. The conversation would always end up going back to her somehow. But she is never rude about it.

At least that’s what you thought. She is always sweet, understanding and shallow.

All the topics you had, they were all surface level, they never went deeper than what she wanted them to. 

You had been too in love with your friend to realize that what you viewed as a childhood bond was simply a familiar acquaintance to her.

The moment the door opened, revealing Eunji’s distraught face, was the moment you knew you had stopped loving her. The sight of her tears rolling down her face, the mascara staining her soft cheeks and her blood shot eyes should have broken your heart. Because no matter how hurt you are, you always ached when the one you loved was in pain.

But you didn’t ache, a satisfied feeling had settled in you at her suffering. All the love you had for her was gone in that second. Both platonic and romantic.

“How fucking could you-“ You didn’t let her finish her sentence, your hands were still shaking and you could feel Jungkook’s eyes solely focused on you, his following your every move as you walked closer to her.

“How could I? How could you!” You shouted at her, your entire body felt hot with rage. You had never felt this type of betrayal before, never to this extent and much less from someone you had put on a pedestal for so long.

“How could you say those things about me!” You continued as you watched Eunji’s eyebrows draw together in feigned confusion. She then took in everything, eyes traveling down to the purse behind you and Jungkook’s figure standing directly in front of it.

It was even more insulting how she pretended she didn’t know what you were referring to.

“What are you talking abou-”

“Cut the act, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” You took a step closer to her and watched her expression slowly start to fall into that of guilt.

“Talking so much shit about me to your boyfriend? My personal issues? Making fun of me?” Her eyes darted downwards at the last part, her gaze no longer holding the same fierceness they had when she burst through the door.

“Why?” You ask, knowing full well you couldn’t bear to know the answer.

“Why would you do that to me? I was your best friend!” The lump in your throat almost stopped you from making out the next words.

“I-I fucking loved you!”

If you were expecting somewhat of a shocked reaction out of her, you got none. Which only confirmed the voice audios Jungkook had shown you, confirmed that she already knew.

It was silent for far too long. The room felt heavy, everything felt heavy. Eunji's eyes slowly lifted up to glance behind you, at Jungkook. The look on her face formed into something you couldn’t decipher, her pretty features twisted and she shook her head.

“So you decided that instead of talking to me, you go and fuck my boyfriend?” She whispered, eyes picking you apart now.

You wanted to deny it because it was the furthest thing from the truth. If only she knew the true intentions of that day, if only she knew that you had sacrificed so much of your sanity for her. You had been willing to put yourself through hell just in order for her not to end up hurt, to spare her feelings and heartbreak. You had put her feelings above yours, time and time again.

Everything had been for her.

But the entire time, your best friend had not once thought about you. Instead, she had spent her days completely betraying your trust, saying the cruelest things about you and breaking your heart into pieces.

“Stop acting like a saint, if you couldn’t figure out that I didn’t share the same feelings for you then you’re really more clueless than I thought.” She added with a scoff, flinging her hands up. “ Do you know how uncomfortable it was for me? I was sparing your feelings!”

“ Sparing my feelings?” You let out an angry laugh, not being able to believe what she was spewing.

Eunji nodded, more tears streaming down her face.

“Yeah! I was! Maybe I was a coward but at least I didn’t go and fuck your boyfriend and film it!” She shouted back, clearly seeing you as the traitor and not the other way around.

“Not that you would even have one to fuck.” She muttered bitterly at the end.

Her words ripped open a new wound.

“I guess now we’re even.” You say slowly, a sad smile hinting at your lips and you knew she saw it.

That fueled you more, seeing the surprise on her face at your words. Knowing she never expected something like this from you. It wasn’t like you.

Yet you couldn’t stop yourself, somehow that wasn’t enough.

“It sucks, doesn’t it? You have everything and your boyfriend still chose someone like me.” You remember the words she had used to describe you.

Awkward , embarrassing, an inconvenience.

“Y/n-”

“Your pathetic space of a friend that couldn’t even order a coffee without stuttering, taking your perfect boyfriend so easily.” Her mouth fell open. “ Fucking him so easily. That must hurt your ego.”

The words were foul, incredibly mean and insensitive. You hated them, you wished you didn’t mean them but in that moment, you meant every single thing.

Eunji’s eyes glared, they still held that guilty glint in them but your last words had hit her. Her lips snarled as she gritted her teeth.

“You fucking bitch!” She barked out and took a step towards you, her hand ready to swing at you before Jungkook crossed her path. His body coming up in front of you before she could even get close to striking your face.

You saw him grip her forearm, his face lowering to hers as his jaw clenched.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He seethed, his voice taking an edge to it that promised a threat behind it.

Eunji’s tear-filled eyes left yours, landing on Jungkook’s.

“You,” She said as she shook her head. It seemed as if every single emotion swirled behind her gaze, she looked like she wanted to say so much but her jaw clenched, lips setting in a straight line.

“I loved you.” She said through her strained voice, that sentence breaking the last bit of sympathy you had for her completely. “ I trusted you.”

Even now, Eunji’s main focus was not you but Jungkook.

She loved him. Not you.

It was never you. The bond couldn’t be broken when it didn’t even exist in the first place.

But Jungkook didn’t even spare her an apology, his face remaining void of any emotion as he stared down at her.

“Stop embarrassing yourself more than you already have.” He snapped instead, sounding like he was dealing like an annoying toddler rather than an ex girlfriend.

The betrayal on her face was evident, her bottom lip wobbling as she took in the situation for what it was.

“Get the fuck out. Both of you.” She hissed after realizing that her boyfriend wasn’t going to beg for her, much less give her an explanation . Unfortunately, that brought you a bit of joy inside you.

She quickly tore away from Jungkook’s grip and pointed towards the door behind her.

“Get the fuck out!”

Her yell bounced off the walls, you had never seen her look so angry and beaten down. You supposed she could probably say the same for you. Jungkook looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes held the clear message in them.

“Gladly.” You whispered before making your way towards your room, you wasted no time in pulling out your suitcase from the closet. Throwing it to the floor, you began to take off all the clothes from the hangers, messily piling them up inside before moving over to your vanity. You reached over and took your laptop from your bed, letting it drop inside with all your clothes.

No thoughts were running through your head in that moment, no rational plan as to what you were going to do next. All you felt was rage and the need to get as far away from Eunji as possible.

“I hope you realize that what you did was the biggest mistake ever!” You heard Eunji shout from the living room, venom clear in her voice. “ I bet Jungkook didn’t tell you everything he said to me about you!”

You pause for a mere second, face scrunching up as you grip some type of lotion in your hand.

“Shut the hell up.” Jungkook’s hiss quickly follows and you’re surprised to hear not another peep from her until you finish packing your things.

Crossing the hallway, you stop by the bathroom and shove your toiletries into one of the outer zippers of the suitcase before finally making your way back to the living room. You shove past her, and it took a great amount of self control for you not to lash out at her completely. But it wasn’t in your nature to get physical, you knew it would accomplish nothing.

You didn’t have to look back to know that Jungkook was right behind you, he slid past you and swung the door open before taking the suitcase from your hands. He walked out in front of you, muttering to you to follow him but you paused at the door frame when you heard Eunji’s voice.

“I hope it was worth it, whoring yourself out to Jungkook for some type of revenge.” She says but you don’t look at her, not being able to stand the sight of her anymore.

“ There’s something seriously wrong with him.”

Her last words to you make your stomach sink.

“I know.” You say before slamming the door shut in her face. Your legs hurry to catch up with Jungkook down the hallway.

---

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The sound of the traffic ahead adds to the inevitable climax, you watch as the intersection lights switch and cars speed ahead, some angrily honking at others. You don’t bother looking up when you tell him the words, instead your gaze falls on the pavement. The suitcase next to you is light with the few items of clothes you managed to throw in, not bothering to even pay attention to what you had left behind. It didn’t matter, you were never stepping foot back into that apartment. It was better to leave most things behind, to get rid of any slight memories of her.

It was funny how fast things could change in a heartbeat. You never thought you were the type of person to have extreme emotions, except for the obvious one. Fear.

Fear had consumed you most of your life, it was the most prominent emotion that never seems to become unrecognizable to you. Other than that, your emotions regarding everything else always fell rather flat. Some would blame it on your people pleasing personality, others blamed it on your mental state and Eunji would say you were merely just a pushover.

But it wasn’t that.

It was that you truly didn’t think you were capable of feeling such intense emotions. Even love for Eunji had been quiet, persistent but quiet nonetheless. It was never overbearing, never got too overwhelming that you couldn’t keep it in anymore. You were sure you could have kept it hidden for years to come, no matter how much it hurt for it not to be reciprocated. That’s just who you were, someone rational, sensible, patient.

That’s who you thought you were.

Up until Jungkook entered your life and unraveled the ugliest parts hidden beneath you. He had broken you apart, hand picking the pieces himself and choosing which one was the most raw and immoral.

Pieces that you had never imagined would be a part of someone like you.

“What?” Jungkook asked incredulously, you could feel his stare burning into you.

You knew he was probably confused by how drastically you seemed to be changing your mind. It was clear that Jungkook thought he had you figured out, that he had thought you would willingly leave with him after the scene you just pulled.

But for once, you wanted to be the unpredictable one. Jungkook may have revealed the heartbreaking truth about Eunji but you couldn’t forget all the damage he put you through.

The wound was freshly opened, you could still hear Eunji’s voice, the look on her face. You were still in shock of what had just occurred. Your heartbeat was only just starting to slow down, coming down from the adrenaline rush.

You kept relieving the scene but the rage didn’t come with it. You merely felt numb.

“There’s something seriously wrong with him.”

It was amusing that Eunji thought she had told you something you didn’t already know. Something you hadn’t known from day one.

“I said I’m not going anywhere with you.” You repeat, lifting your gaze to him at last. He was already glaring at you, looking incredibly frustrated with your response.

“Where else will you go? Hm?” He asked, looking off to the side before raising an eyebrow towards the apartment building behind you.

“I don’t think your little friend will open that door back up for you.”

You hated how condescending he always sounded when he realized he wasn’t getting his way. His attitude continued to serve as a reminder of the spoiled child he really was.

“I don’t care, I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” It sounded confident at least. The truth was you didn’t have any other friends to go to but you would rather sleep on the side of the road than go with him.

Jungkook looks like he’s ready to let out a laugh at your suggestion.

“Like where? Last time I checked, you don’t have any other friends around here.” You break eye contact, looking down the street as the complete truth in his words hit you.

He seems to realize the harshness of his implication quickly.

“I don’t mean that as a bad thing, baby. But you need to be realistic, I’m trying to help you.” He coaxes you, the nickname adding even more softness to his undeniable blow.

“I don’t get it. I was right all along, I helped you see the truth about Eunji and yet you still can’t trust me.”

A part of you wanted to believe he really had your best interest in mind all along but the more paranoid part of you knew you couldn’t fully ever trust him. Sure, you didn’t regret sending that sex tape of you both to Eunji, to rub it in her face despite the blackmailing Jungkook had put you through but that didn’t mean you should let your morals completely vanish.

That ugly part inside you wanted to go with Jungkook, to be with him out of spite and hurt Eunji more than anything.

“I’ll go to a motel.” You had a bit of money left in your account, not much considering the expenses you had just wasted for Eunji but it was still enough to afford a room until you figured out what you were going to do.

“And then what? You can’t stay there forever, you don’t even have a job.” Jungkook was blatantly throwing every one of your disadvantages in your face and you felt yourself slowly slipping into a state of panic.

“You’re coming with me.” He stated. His words were rigid and left no room for argument. He wasn’t asking you this time.

Unluckily for him though, he no longer had any hold on you.

“No.”

Your tone was firm, not allowing yourself to break or crack underneath him. You tried your best to push the growing panic inside of you, you couldn’t afford to let your anxiety ruin this right now.

Jungkook looked taken aback by your reply, his eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes darkened.

“No?” He repeated, as if giving you a chance to rethink your response.

“You can’t blackmail me anymore, Eunji has already seen the tape. My friendship with her is over, you don’t have anything to hold over me now.”

It wasn’t completely true but it was satisfying to finally say the words to him. Jungkook could very well blackmail with sharing the sex tape elsewhere, to your college peers but that would serve no purpose. Not only could it end up in a legal headache for him but you doubted anyone would care upon seeing it. You barely knew anyone from your college and they hardly knew you. Despite how utterly humiliating it would be to have something so intimate become public, you doubted anyone would pay it much thought.

It wasn’t high school, most college students were too immersed in their own lives to form any gossip. Much less over someone they barely noticed. A lot of them even uploaded explicit clips of themselves online for money. It was hardly that much of a scandal nowadays, well, that’s what you hoped for. You were a nobody, in a way that came to your advantage for these types of things.

Besides, was Jungkook really willing to share your sex tape with strangers? While you couldn’t completely read him, something told you he wouldn’t be a fan of the idea at all.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at your words before nodding to himself.

“You really think that low of me?” He scoffed. “I wouldn’t have actually sent that tape to Eunji. I only said that so it would give me time to prove to you how horrible your friend was.”

You think over what he’s saying, not being able to figure out if he’s lying or not.

“After all, it was you who sent her the tape. Not me.” Jungkook’s right in front of you now, you felt his breath on your lips as he lowered his face to yours.

“You encouraged me!” You accused him.

“Encouraged you?” He lets out a dry laugh, disbelief washing over his face. “ You didn’t need any encouragement, you were practically beaming when you sent it to her.”

His intruding eyes trap you. Before you know it, you’re unable to look away from him. The slight breeze makes his dark locks fall over his forehead.

“You were also the one who came onto me that night, not the other way around baby.” Your heartbeat picks up again at his words, the distasteful truth was something you kept on denying but he was not planning on letting you escape it.

“Or in case you want to blame me for that too, the tape shows your willingness all too clearly.”

Your lips curl in disgust but he right after all, you had been the one who walked right into a pit of your own misery. You were the one who willingly climbed into his bed and sent that tape.

“After all, you can’t hate me that much, can you?” He asks in a deep whisper, his eyes trailed down from your face to your neckline and it takes you a second to realize what he's staring at.

The necklace.

The butterfly necklace he had given you on Christmas. You had not taken it off yet.

It was as if the seemingly sweet gesture was actually a claim on you.

You don’t think twice before your hand makes contact with his cheek. The slap was surprisingly loud and you instantly regret it. It earns a few concerning looks from a few people that walk by. The new onlookers make you want to back away and hide in shame, your own action shocking you as much as them.

How was it possible that he managed to appear the victim each and every time?

Jungkook doesn’t even flinch at the hit. He merely turns his head, hand coming up to touch the area where you struck him. He lets out a small laugh, one in disbelief.

“I never fucking want you see you again.” You spit out, wishing you had not let your impulsive thoughts win and hit him. This once again looked like some couple quarrel despite being anything but.

Amusement glinted in his eyes for a second as he took notice of the lingering stares from strangers looking at both of you.

“You’re insane, I mean it.” He bites the inside of his cheek as you continue to throw every insult his way, his jaw clenching at every sentence that leaves you. “ You’re absolutely fucking insane!”

“When will you get it through your head that I will never love you, huh?” You add more fire. You didn’t know what it was about today, maybe the fact that it seemed like you had lost more than your best friend already so there was nothing much else to keep you afloat.

The slight amusement in Jungkook’s eyes wears off the moment you say that and his gaze sharpens.

“Do you seriously think I’d ever love someone like you? Someone who ruined my life!” You get up in his face, holding zero remorse for the guy in front of you. What was once a scowling stare is now a look of utter distress. Those brown eyes widen for half a second, the lightest layer of tears filling them.

He’s looking at you like you have punched him in the gut, like you just told him the worst possible news to exist. It stirs up something in you but you blame it on the fact that you’re just being sympathetic towards someone who doesn’t deserve it. You convince yourself it’s not because deep down, you might have grown some type of feelings that were completely against your better judgment.

You reach over behind your neck, unclipping the necklace and shoving it into his chest. He grips the chain, clenching his fists around it tightly, the veins on his hands visible as he blinks rapidly. No tears leave his eyes but you can tell it’s because he’s trying everything in him to hold them back.

“Just because Eunji was a shitty friend doesn’t mean that you’re the good guy.” You make it clear to him, hoping some of it sticks to his head and he finally realizes the pain he caused.

“ Leave me the hell alone, okay!? I hate you!”

With that, you take off and pull your suitcase behind you. You ignore the people who you walk by, knowing the dramatic scene you had just given them front row seats to. Glancing behind you, you can’t lie and say you’re not surprised that Jungkook is not running after you. He stands exactly where you left him. You catch his stare and watch as he tilts his head to the side, looking down at the necklace in his palm before he storms off in the opposite direction from you.

You almost sigh in relief but the panic of what you were meant to do now doesn’t let you rest in victory. You pull out your phone, instantly searching up motels near you while simultaneously trying to get an Uber to pick you up from the end of the sidewalk.

—-

The room could’ve been worse, that’s what you kept telling yourself. The paint chipping off of the side of the pale green walls was the least that worried you. What was more concerning was the foul odor that always seemed to be coming from the sink in your bathroom, something was obviously up with the pipes but you refused to complain about it. You really were starting to realize how painfully unwilling you were to speak up to people, or even form simple conversations in general.

The days turned to nights before you realized. All you had done for most part was stare out the small window, applying to as many jobs as you could and hoping one would call back for an interview. While at the same time hoping they didn’t because the entire idea made you shake with nausea.

Lifting yourself off the uncomfortable bed , you stretched out your sore arms. You didn’t like thinking about how many bed bugs may be residing in your mattress, you wouldn’t get a minute of sleep if you pondered over it too much. You dragged your feet over to the bathroom, taking the orange bottle in your hand and shaking the remainder of your pills in your hand.

2 left.

You sighed, running a hand over your face.

If you ran out, there was no guarantee you would be able to afford a new prescription until your parents sent you your monthly paycheck which was nearly three weeks away. You knew you were screwed if you stopped taking your medication, it was the only thing making your anxiety bearable.

Swallowing the tiny pill down, you washed your hands before slipping out into the confining room again. You glanced down at your phone on the nightstand, expecting there to be missed texts, calls or even voice mails from him.

But there was zero.

Jungkook had not tried to contact you one time. Not a single time since you had left him standing in that street.

Was it possible that you had finally gotten rid of him? And if so, why did it seem like his absence was more of a curse than a blessing?

You hated how much he took up your thoughts still, when you fell asleep every night, his pained face was staring right back at you. Those round brown eyes were guilt tripping you even in your unconscious realm. It was hard to shake off the feeling that you had made a mistake, that maybe he wasn’t the giant villain you had made him out to be.

But you knew better.

Didn’t you?

You let out a staggered breath, unable to control unwanted feelings surfacing. That familiar vulnerability was coming back, the fear of being alone and not knowing what to do. Here you were, stuck in a shabby motel room with nobody to comfort or help you.

Your aunt.

She was the only person else you knew that lived close by, you had been trying to contact her but she wasn’t responding to any of your calls or texts. For a moment, it started to seem as if all of what Eunji had said about you was not far from the truth.

An inconvenience.

Is that really what you were to people? To everyone around you? Even to your own parents? You couldn’t find the courage to call them up and ask for money, and much less to go back home when you still had school to finish. It was time to grow up and function like a regular adult, so why was it so hard for you to accept that?

No, accepting it was one thing but actually doing something was the difficult part. The thought of any interaction with strangers made you squirm, it made your heartbeat rise to an abnormal and irrational rate. You felt like a complete coward.

All you wanted was to be home with your parents, to run back to safety of their arms. You would give anything to turn back time and tell them you didn’t want to move out after all, that you would attend the community college near your house instead. None of this would be happening if you had not followed Eunji out here and deluded yourself into believing she was your actual friend, much less a possible lover.

Eunji is gone from your life now and as much as you despised her for everything, you also despised how she wasn’t here to tell you how to fix it or take care of it. You missed the familiarity of her presence, the stable smell of your home and what you swore wouldn’t ever change. It was setting you off. Why was it that you came out the one still losing? You were the one who had to leave, the one who was left with practically nothing. Granted, the lease had her name and she did cover most of the expenses so it was hard to ultimately blame anyone but yourself for being so naive.

That led you to another boiling point though, why were you still so dead set on keeping your morals in check when she never did? The intrusive thoughts were flooding in, the possibility of letting yourself fall to the deeper end. Maybe you shouldn’t care about what’s right , it has not seemed to get you anywhere. All it accomplished was your best friend stabbing you behind the back. Besides, hadn’t your sense of morality already caved in? You slept with Jungkook, you seduced him while he was still in a relationship with Eunji. You sent the tape to her, you hurt her for your own selfish reasons. To one up her. Maybe you and Jungkook weren’t so different after all.

You let out a choked sob, your fingers came to tug on your hair as you knelt down on the carpet floors next to the bed. Snot trickled down your face, your cries only getting louder and louder the more you tried to make sense of your situation.

So much for acting tough in front of Jungkook. If only he could see you right now.

In between your blubbering, you picked up your phone from the night stand and scrolled through your contacts. Through your blurry vision, you stared at Jungkook’s name and your thumb hovered over the call button.

Jungkook wouldn’t consider you an inconvenience.

Pushing the insane thought away, you clenched the phone tighter and let out a frustrated sigh as you let it drop to the floor. It was coming, the feeling of loss of air, the claustrophobia you felt within your own skin. Dry heaving, your entire body shook as the panic ran its course through your body. Nobody was here to comfort you today.

He wasn’t here to tell you that you were in fact breathing and that you would be okay. Your eyes kept going back to your phone, it would be so easy to pick it up and call him. To tell him to come for you.

You couldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

But you wanted to so badly.

—-

You knew something was off the moment you stepped on campus. It was hard to explain but you initially thought it was all your pent up anxiety that you were still attempting to keep at bay. However, your intuition seemed to be right for once because the moment you stepped inside the academic advising office in hopes of changing the schedule to one of your classes, you were pulled to the side by the receptionist and asked to visit the administrator’s office.

Your legs had wobbled on your walk there, your head was already too exhausted to fit any more worries inside it but it swam with the possibilities of what could be the issue. Has something happened? Perhaps they wanted to speak to you about your credit score or your financial aid.

All those minuscule concerns went out the window when you stepped inside the office though, you were met with concerning and less than happy stares.

Eyes scanned over the paper you were handed once, twice and three times. You knitted your eyebrows, a wave of nausea hitting you in an instant. The edges of the paper crumbled by how hard you were gripping it.

An expulsion hearing.

“No, this is a mistake .” You said immediately. It didn’t make any sense.

Plagiarism.

You wouldn’t ever commit such a rookie mistake. Of all your nearly two years in college, you had never even received as much as a warning for possible plagiarism. You had written countless papers, all of them had been analyzed to every single little error that you had wasted no time in fixing.

Sure, you had been distracted recently, stressed beyond belief but that wouldn’t cause you to commit such a reckless mistake. It wouldn’t be possible, no matter how absent minded you had been.

Your eyes trailed down to the small inked letters , your mind instantly searching for the title and class. The paper had been for Mr. Clark’s class, it was a final semester essay that took up nearly half of your grade.

“We talked to your professor. Mr. Clark said it was as much of a surprise to him, apparently you’re a rather good student.” The woman stated, giving you a hard stare behind her circular shaped glasses. Her presence was intimidating and you were finding it hard not to completely crumble under it.

“I mean yes, I try to be. I wouldn’t ever do this, it has to be a mix up.” You reason, still not being able to believe what you were seeing and hearing.

“Listen, as you already know plagiarism is an incredibly serious accusation and especially for us here. We have no tolerance for it.” She says what you already know, your heart sinking further as you prepare for what she is about to tell you next.

“If this paper you wrote is in fact yours and you submitted it, you will be expelled.”

No.

No.

What were your parents going to think? They had been working their asses off for practically their entire lives just for you to get expelled? All their sacrifices would be going to waste. They put all their faith into you. You were the one who begged them to move out of your small town to apply to a college in the city.

You had told them it would help you branch out and get better. That it would be worth it.

“We sent you an email as well, all the details will be on there with the date of the hearing. A meeting will be held to decide your situation and the severity level of the plagiarism.”

“Wait, I-I can fix this.” You tell her and she gives you an unsure look, eyeing you down.

The first person that came into your mind was Jungkook.

Could he help you?

The answer was yes, maybe. He had told you his mother was an attorney, one of the best in the country. He obviously came from a prestigious and wealthy family, they had to have some power to help you, couldn’t they? But was it even fair to ask that of him? You would be giving him what wanted, you would be asking for his help, needing him.

What other choice did you have though? It wasn’t like you had a solid chance of fixing this on your own.

The evidence was clear on those papers, what will you say to defend yourself?

It was your lousy word against a college professor. Sure, you were a good student, a very good one but you weren’t the top student in that class. What power or credibility did you actually hold? Once again, you fell at the bottom of the food chain in your society, it felt oddly familiar to what Jungkook had told you when you threatened to press charges on him.

Ironically, the person who you were most afraid of was the person you needed most right now.

“Just-“ You say with a defeated sigh. “I’ll be at the hearing, I can prove it wasn’t my paper.”

You hope.

You turn to leave, embarrassment washing over you as you crumble the piece of paper in your hands and speed walk through the halls of your university. Keeping your head low, you hope nobody has found out about this or asks you about it.

“Y/n.” The gentle call of your name makes you stop in your tracks and you glance over your shoulder. Hoseok’s familiar face comes into view, he stands a few feet away before he makes his way over to you cautiously.

He eyes you, taking in your less than put together appearance. You knew you looked rough.

“Are you alright?” He asks hesitantly. “I.. I just haven’t seen you around at the library in a while.”

You grip your bag as you glance towards the entrance doors in front of you.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again after the stuff with Jungkook.” You explain and you wish you could tell him that you’re trying to keep him safe and out of Jungkook’s insane tactics.

“I know,” Hoseok nods. “ Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to get that upset with you. Your boyfriend just caught me off guard you know? Made me look like I was intentionally hitting on someone else’s girl.”

You could tell he was regretful and it makes your heart skip a beat. Despite such an unpleasant encounter , he was willing to check up on you and hold no resentment. He really didn’t deserve to be in your less than welcoming life, much less get involved with someone like Jungkook.

“He’s not my-” You close your eyes, gritting your teeth. “We broke up, you don’t have to worry about him.”

The lie slipped out so easily that you almost cursed outwardly right after saying it. What were you thinking?

You were headed to Jungkook’s apartment right now and you were telling this guy he had nothing to worry about regarding him.

“Really?” Hoseok’s eyes lit up but he looked down when he noticed your sour expression.

“Sorry, I mean, I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, I’m the one who should be sorry for his..behavior.” You quickly reassure him with an awkward grin.

Hoseok smiles at you with that perfect smile that lights up his handsome face.

“Uh well, then I guess we could go out for coffee sometime?” He suggests and then clarifies.” As friends, I mean.”

If you weren’t two seconds away from a full blown panic attack, your cheeks would have heated up at his swoon worthy words, the suggestive look he was giving you made you feel all types of ways. It was what you imagined was the beginning of an innocent crush but it was a feeling you had no business indulging in. Especially now. All you could feel at the moment was uneasiness, you needed to figure out what you were going to do with your expulsion.

“Y-yeah, sure.” You kept glancing back at the entrance, swaying side to side from one leg to another.

Hoseok looks pleased with your answer and stares expectantly at you.

“Uh…can you give me your number?” He asks sheepishly as he scratches the back of his head and you look down, eyes landing on the phone he’s holding out to you.

Your mouth makes an ‘o’ shape when you realize and you shakily take the phone from him and type your number in.

“Cool, I’ll text you then.” He takes his phone back and you give him a nod in confirmation before practically running out of the building. You notice him barely walking away once you slip out of the large door and you don’t doubt he’s wondering what the hell was up with your weird behavior.

But you don’t waste time in pondering over how you’re going to get Hoseok out of your life now that you just accepted a date with him. Instead, you walk over to the end of the sidewalk and wait for your Uber to come pick you up.

—-

The moment the vehicle drives off you feel out of place. No matter how often you have been here, the initial shock doesn’t wear off that Jungkook lives a completely different world than you. He lives in his own fantasy land that will never be threatened , his security will never be taken away, his comfortable life will always be a given. On the flip side, it also proves that he is as untouchable as ever.

Your mind wanders off to what would have happened if you had just simply agreed to go with him instead of lashing out in the first place.

It’s simple, you wouldn’t be living in the sketchiest part of the city with a door that is barely locked and a pile of insects as your roommates. You force yourself to stop slipping into that security and materialistic mindset that isn’t you.

But you can’t help but feel bitter that both Eunji and Jungkook are still living comfortably without a worry while your life is the one being destroyed. Why did Eunji deserve no consequences but you did? Why was life being so kind to her after she was the one who broke you?

You make your way through the lobby, the marble floors were blinding. You bite your nails anxiously , the annoying habit coming back as you wait for the elevator to stop on the desired floor. Once you step out, you feel like the ground is swallowing you up. Every step towards Jungkook’s apartment was as if you were headed towards your death sentence.

The last thing you wanted was to have to resort to this but surprisingly you didn’t feel as much shame as you probably would have a few days ago. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you paced up and down the long corridor.

You were sweating through your clothes, your skin feeling sticky as you let out another shaky breath. If your life continues to take such horrendous routes, you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

Suddenly, the door in front of you swung open. Your head snapped up, seeing Jungkook’s familiar figure making his way out the door before he immediately paused once he saw you.

His eyes scan you over, cocking his head to the side as he waits a few seconds before breaking the silence.

“Thought you never wanted to see me again.” He says, his words are laced with genuine confusion, hurt even but it’s hard to believe them when his face looks so smug.

You lick your lips, letting out a sigh as you think over just forgetting about this and running back towards the elevator.

Jungkook seems to take notice of your agitated state because his eyebrows immediately knit together and a frown settles on his lips.

“What’s wrong?” He demands, inching closer to you and letting the door shut behind him.

“ My university,” The words pain you to say, embarrassment immediately washing over you. “ They are accusing me of plagiarism.”

You hold up the crumbled piece of paper that you have read over 20 times now, each time giving you a bigger headache than before. His eyes drop to the letter, a look of understanding crossing his features.

His frown deepens, looking at loss for words as concern flashes his eyes.

“I didn’t do it! I swear, I would never.” You don’t know why you’re eager to prove your innocence to him but it was as if it was a knee-jerk reaction at this point.

Jungkook eyes you, slowly looking back and forth between you and the paper in his hands. He motions for you to hand it to him and you hesitate before giving it to him.

“It has to be a mistake, I would t ever turn in an essay that was blatantly plagiarizing.” You shook your head. “ I didn’t write that, I mean I did but not that. It has so many paragraphs that I didn’t write.”

Jungkook holds no expression, his dark eyes carefully reading over the paper before his fingers move to fold it closed.

“Baby, this is bad.” He states, his gaze hardening and you don’t know why that’s the breaking point for you.

As horrible as it was, he had undeniably become a safe space for you. Someone who showed complete and utter devotion to you, even if that’s what you swore you never wanted from someone like him. He was still always there to comfort you, to borderline coddle you and reassure you.

It was something Eunji had rarely shown you.

“But I didn’t do it!” Naturally, your voice starts to break, quickly getting defensive which makes you look even more guilty. You feel a bubble of anger at his words and at his almost accusing stare.

“Y-You believe me, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s dark eyes soften as he takes in your panicked expression.

“Of course I believe you, baby.” You blink your tears away as the smallest bit of relief fills you. His familiar reassuring tone is back, the same one he always seemed to use when you were having meltdowns or panic attacks.

Even after you had told him you never wanted to see him again, even after the fight and cold words thrown his way, he still didn’t reject you or push you away. It should have sent alarm bells off, it should have reminded you of just how obsessed he was with you that he simply didn’t see any flaws in you or was willing to put them all aside.

It would have freaked you out a few weeks ago, but a few weeks ago you had also sworn your best friend was someone you could confine in and someone you would never stop loving.

Look where you were now.

“But your university administrators won’t believe you, there’s proof of you submitting the essay online,” Jungkook added slowly, holding up the letter as he explained the horrible reality to you.

His words are like a slap in the face, pulling and drowning you beneath the surface. You stare at him, wide-eyed with sheer terror.

“I need your help,” You whisper, hating to admit it but you were left with little to no choices. Everything was being ripped away from you.

“ Y-Your mom’s a lawyer, right? Maybe she can help me?”

As soon as you say it, you want to take it back. What if Jungkook refused? After all, you had practically yelled at him to leave you alone and now you were crawling back to him, asking for his parents' help? Guilt filled you, he didn’t deserve any of your guilt but yet the feeling took over you completely.

Jungkook was quiet, seemingly taking in your words and you couldn’t escape his gaze this time.

“I-I know what I said but I’m sorry,” You explain further, swallowing down your dignity and any ounce of self-respect you had left. “I really need your help, please. I have nobody else right now.”

His silence was killing you, the way his dark eyes seemed to be studying you deeply was nerve wracking. All you knew was that you couldn’t let him deny you, not now.

You close the space between you two, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as you practically beg him to do the impossible and somehow fix this.

“Please, please I can’t go back home to my parents. It would be a disaster.” Your lips tremble, your mind already envisioning the disappointing scenario.

Jungkook’s eyes close in on your hands tightened on his shirt, the vision causing deja vu as you’re reminded of the exact same position you were in that day in the car with him, threatening you with telling Eunji of the kiss he had given you.

His thumb comes to caress your cheek while the other holds the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. You don’t miss the way the tiniest bit of a smile tugs at his lips but you choose to ignore it as he holds you against him.

“Come inside.” He muffled against your hair, reaching out to open the door back up behind him and guiding you inside.

It wasn’t a no.

Yet this response makes you much more nervous .

His hand stays on your lower back as he walks behind you, you both slowly make your way to the leather sofa that sits in the middle of his living room. Your bag slips off your shoulder as you take a seat on the comfortable cushion. You watch as Jungkook walks over to the kitchen, his toned legs looking more prominent in the tight fitted jeans he has on and you wonder where he was going before you showed up. His attire consists of a loose button down, exposing the upper part of his chest.

“I could help you, you already know that baby.” He says from behind the counter, he looks to be heating up some water in the electric kettle and you watch as he takes out a mug.

His words calm you a bit.

“Really?” You ask, eyeing him and he looks up at you, slowly nodding.

“Haven’t I always?”

You don’t respond, he wouldn’t like your honest reply.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” You say instead.

Jungkook smiles at that but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He stirs the honey into the tea before making his way back over to you.

“We all make mistakes, don’t we?” He finally says as he hands you the mug.

“ Stop that .” He frowns, pulling your fingers away from your mouth and urging you to drink the tea. You had not even realized you were biting them again.

Why was he acting so nice?

He felt like a ticking time bomb.

You were expecting a dramatic lash out about how ungrateful you were or throwing back at you everything you had said to him. Anything. Anything but this. You take a long sip of the warm liquid, relishing in the taste. You could feel Jungkook’s stare on you the entire time as he kneels in front of you.

“Have you been eating right?” He asks once you wipe off some of the tea spilled from your lips.

“Not really,” You admit. “ I can’t afford that much right now.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to like the sound of that at all, his sharp eyebrows knitting together once again. You hope it evokes some sympathy in him to accept your plea of help.

“Baby, why didn’t you listen to me?” He asks, his hand coming to hold the back of your neck as he moves closer to you. You shiver at his touch on your skin. “I told you to come with me, you didn’t have to go through all of this.”

Fighting the urge to say was you were really thinking was harder than you thought. It was even more terrifying that you wanted to agree with him.

“So, will you help me?” You press.

His eyes lock on your lips, then move to your eyes. His mouth quirks up.

“I can do more than that.” He promises. “ I can fix everything.”

You blink slowly, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I can get you into the best university in the city, remove the plagiarism accusation from your record and start over like nothing happened.” He continues, smirking when he notices your eyes widen. “ You can move in with me, you will have everything you need. Everything you wish for.”

You stared at him, searching for the lie in his eyes. Something that would give away that he was joking, bracing yourself for the “SIKE”.

None of it came. He was dead serious.

“I…that’s not really necessary.” You say as confusion fills you. “I just want help with my expulsion.”

Jungkook looks at you, his fingers tightening on the back of your neck and he lets out a silent laugh.

“Baby, I don’t think you understand.” He deadpans. “Those are my conditions.”

Conditions.

Of course.

How stupid of you to think Jungkook would offer you anything without a catch. You think over his words as understanding finally hits you. You would move in, live with him, be with him.

He would give you everything but in return he wanted you.

You had been so naive again. You were having doubts that Jungkook wouldn’t forgive you but he found the perfect opportunity to trap you once again. Make you dependent on him completely. Your horrendous luck came with an even bigger burden than you thought.

Every bad thing that happened to you was just a way to push you towards him more.

But that sick feeling was back.

That crack was opening, the one that threw your moral compass off course and broke it completely.

That feeling of relief, the relief that he was someone who still wanted you.

It comforted you.

“You were wrong, you know.” Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your betraying thoughts and you give him a questioning look. His hand leaves your neck, and moves over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as he taps your chin.

“When you said I had nothing to hold over you anymore.” He continues as lifts himself to his feet, your eyes follow him as he circles behind the sofa and leans directly behind you.

“I have your whole world in the palm of my hand, baby.” His face is next to yours, leaning right into your ear and you flinch slightly when you feel his fingers touching your neck again.

He’s putting the necklace back on you. You feel the cold chain on your skin , followed by the sound of the clip locking in place.

“And if you refuse, I bet your parents would be delighted to see that little sex tape of us.” He whispered darkly in your ear before laying a kiss on your cheek.

Your heart stops at his threat, letting out an unsteady breath.

He wouldn’t.

“Which do you think is worse?” Jungkook’s footsteps are heard again and he’s standing right in front you. You look up at him as he tilts his head in feigned innocent curiosity . 

“For your daughter to be kicked out of college for plagiarism or for you to get sent her sex tape?”

Your stomach drops, you almost reach out to cry to him that you accept every one of his conditions . To beg him not to even think of making those words a reality for you.

“Except for you, it would be both.”

You grip your knees, your arms are trembling and you are trying to keep yourself from looking even more weak and pathetic than you already were. Jungkook bends down, his fingers gripping your chin painfully as he forces you to look right at him.

“But it won’t have to come to that, right baby?” You shake your head back and forth, confirming his words and he gives you a satisfied look.

“I’ve missed you so much these past days, what kind of shithole motel did you run off to? Hm?” He asks, his tone switching back to that gentle one. His erratic emotions make you as dizzy as ever.

You tell him the location and he sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. He takes your face into his hands, laying small kisses on your lips

“You could have been in so much danger there all alone. What were you thinking?” He scolds, you could feel the passive aggressiveness. He was upset, but you didn’t know if it was simply because you didn’t go with him or everything else you had yelled at him for.

You supposed there was no use in trying to figure it out, he had already gotten you back in more ways than one.

“If you claim to love me so much,” You say quietly, pulling away from his lips and he pauses. “ Why are you so willing to let bad things happen to me?”

So willing to hurt me.

His eyes don’t hold a clear answer but they are filled with so much intensity , that same intensity with how he always seemed to look at you. Like he wanted to consume you completely.

“ Do you still not get it? I can’t bear to not have you with me.” He presses his thumbs into the skin of your cheek, hard. It sounds like the thought itself pains him and you’re completely overwhelmed with the way it makes you feel.

It feels so foreign.

All your life, you were always the one chasing and hoping for your love to be recognized, to be reciprocated. You never imagined someone would ever feel this much towards you.

“And if I can’t have you,” He continues, thumb moving to touch the skin beneath your lips. “ I’ll make sure to ruin your life until your only option left is me.”

—-

You feel Jungkook’s fingertips graze the skin of your arm, moving in an up and down motion. You never would have thought you would end up in his bedroom again willingly but yet here you were, the familiar soft sheets underneath you and the scent of his subtle cologne consuming you once again.

His lips were marking your neck, the pleasure was undeniable and you let your fingers run through the dark strands of his hair.

The suitcase sat in the corner of his room, empty of course. All your belongings were already tucked away in his closet but the worst part is that you had put them there yourself. Jungkook had watched you, a surprised yet content expression on his face as he helped you hang your clothes right beside his and arrange everything to your liking.

“Did you mean it?” He says in between his kisses as he drags his lips up your neck until they reach your jawline. His body is pressed up against you in no time and you let out a gasp when he grabs your waist and flips you on your back completely.

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Mean what?” The sheet slips off you, revealing your naked body but you find yourself not trying to shield yourself from his invasive stare anymore. This time you simply welcome it.

Jungkook rests his hands on either side above your head and your eyes linger on the ink on his skin, his full sleeve tattoo on display. He takes a moment to admire you, biting his lower lip as his eyes travel down from your chest to your lower region.

“That you won’t ever love me.” His eyes are glossy, the hurt behind them was hard to overlook. It tugs something inside you.

Him repeating the words you had shouted at him makes you nearly look away from his wounded gaze. Initially, you assumed it was part of an act, that he didn’t take the words to heart or didn’t actually ever care what you felt towards him as long as he got what wanted.

Now you could see you were wrong. Despite how selfish and reckless Jungkook was, there seemed to be a layer of him that longed for you to feel the same way he did about you. It was a rare moment of weakness, he let you take a look inside his heart but he was seconds away from shutting the door completely again.

“I don’t know..” You whisper and you’re not lying.

He doesn’t seem to like the response by how long his stare lingers on you but you suppose he’s relieved your mind has strayed away from a definitive answer.

He lowers himself, his forehead resting on the valley of your breasts as he lets out a small breath, the tip of his nose pressed into your skin.

“You can,” He mutters against you in an almost pleading way. “ You can love me.”

Your eyes fall shut when you feel his mouth sucking again, his lips moving further down until they reach your stomach.

“I can make you love me.” You hear him say, and your mind barely processes the words because you’re too busy focusing on how inviting his touch is. His wet kisses getting lower and lower make your head feel fuzzy.

I can make you love me.

His words are so heartbreaking to hear because of how very well you know the desperation behind them. The need to want something so bad, to make someone burn in the way you do.

It’s a feeling you know too well.

You couldn’t make Eunji love you back.

But maybe what you felt was never as strong as you thought it was. Because it never made you feel as good as you did right now.

“Wait,” You stop him, your hand gripping his hair. He looks up through the loose strands in between his eyes, his stare alert.

“I..I want to try something.” You say unsurely, not knowing exactly how to voice your desires. It wasn’t as if you had done it before. Jungkook stills his movements for a second before he lifts his head fully back up and sends you a questioning look, if he was expecting anything, it definitely wasn’t this.

You swallow, your hands pushing down on his shoulders and he looks confused at first before he realizes what you’re trying to do. He shifts to the side, letting himself fall on his back and against the pillow as you move over on top of him. Your movements are clumsy, not completely sure how to go about it and it feels conflicting. All of it does.

Jungkook seems to be enjoying it, the lust instantly returning to his eyes as he watches you try to navigate yourself. You’re now in the exact position he was in, and your arms settle on his shoulders as you cradle his waist. You feel his hardness instantly and it sends a wave of pleasure through you, you could already feel the wetness pooling.

“Fuck,” He groans, his hands coming to grip your waist as he tugs you closer to him, urging you to finish what you started. You lean down to connect your mouth with his and he moans into it, one of his hands coming to grip the side of your neck, deepening the kiss.

Something about having him underneath you feels rewarding. Time and time again, you felt yourself always being talked down to, powerless and with no sense of control even in your own life. This is the closest you have ever felt like the roles were reversed, you were latching onto the tiniest bit of control you could have. If it all disappeared, you were afraid you would be completely lost and there would be no returning from it.

The kiss turns harsh, your fingers digging into his skin and it only seems to encourage him more. He guides you onto his length, the hardness feeling odd in this new angle and you’re afraid he won’t fit. But Jungkook keeps reassuring you with quiet gentle whispers and you let out a gasp when you’re fully inside him. The fullness felt like too much.

It takes you a while to get used to, your fingernails continue to dig into him as you lean back, eyes traveling to the area where both your bodies are connected. Jungkook squeezed your upper thigh as you watched him let out a satisfied breath.

“You have to move, baby.” He tells you with an amused breathless laugh, his eyes hooded.

Your entire face felt hot. Lifting yourself up a bit and then coming back down, slowly starting to move your hips. Jungkook moans, grabbing your arms and bringing them back over to his shoulders. You stare down at him, watching his mouth fall open as another groan of pleasure leaves him.

Quickening your pace, you fall into a steady rhythm and every movement sends shocks of pleasure through you. It felt so good and this time, you didn’t feel guilty for participating in the blissful act.

“Like that.” Jungkook nods, eyes falling closed for a second as his face scrunches up, losing himself in the feeling of your warmth engulfing his throbbing cock.

“Ah,” Your mouth falls open, letting out the cry as you feel Jungkook's hips lift up, matching your movements. The added force makes your legs tremble.

“Your tits look so good.” He says in between breaths, his hand coming up to squeeze them as your body continues to bounce on top of him. “ Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” 

He licks his lips, mouth quirking up in a half smirk that reveals his upper teeth when he notices your fingers curl around his neck, tightening slightly. It should bother you that he can’t even seem to take your attempts to dominate him seriously, he seems to find them endearing if anything.

His own fingers wrap around your hand on his neck, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“Go ahead,” He breathes, a challenge glinting in his eyes. “ Choke me, baby.”

And you do, you try to. Your hand squeezes around him tighter and tighter with every single thrust but the moment he brings his eyebrows together , you panic and let go of his neck completely, thinking you have actually hurt him or cut off oxygen.

His eyebrows continue to knit together as he lets out another deep groan of pleasure, and your body jolts forward a bit at his unexpected hard thrust. Your legs are seconds away from giving out. Your hands fall back to support yourself on his upper chest and that’s when you realize your mistake. Jungkook’s dark gaze locks with yours, the smirk still evident on his swollen lips.

He’s realized you couldn’t ever really hurt him.

“That was cute.” He voices, something flashing behind his doe eyes that you can’t quite catch. Biting his lower lip, you feel his fingers connecting to your folds, causing your own face to scrunch up at the sensitivity.

“Oh my god,” You gasp, feeling the familiar knot start to unravel, his fingers moving faster as high pitched whimpers leave you.

But even in the midst of your high, something sticks and burdens you. No matter what the advantage was or how much you thought you knew yourself, Jungkook seemed to know you much better. You wondered when that happened, when this stranger became the person who had the key to every one of your locked away thoughts.

No matter the head start, Jungkook was always first at the finish line.

Whether you liked it or not.

—-

The vibration of your phone shakes you out of your light sleep. You squint your eyes, not being able to focus your vision immediately. Your hand reaches out to grab it while you blink away your tiredness and rub your eyes.

The bright screen lights up and you frown, unlocking it.

Hoseok.

You had completely forgotten you had given him your number. Your eyes read over his text.

From Hoseok: How about we meet up at the cafe around noon? :)

You curse, staring at the message as you slowly turn your head but there’s nobody laying beside you. Shifting your gaze from the empty space, you look back down at your phone and notice the time.

9:34 A.M

As if on cue, the bathroom door of Jungkook’s bedroom opens and he walks out with a towel in his hands. He’s running it through his messy wet locks and your eyes involuntary fall towards his boxers, it’s the only piece of clothing he’s wearing.

Panicking, you immediately lock your phone and tuck it beside you.

“Morning,” You greet him, your voice cracking slightly from the morning grogginess.

Jungkook’s eyes darted to the space you swiftly moved it to. Suspicion is clear in them but he doesn’t say another word as he walks over to the closet. You watch as he shuffled through it, picking out a simple gray t-shirt before carrying it over to the bed.

“Are you going somewhere?” You ask him timidly, not being able to read the mood. Was he upset? Or was he just not a morning person? There was so much you didn’t know about him, and it bothered you tremendously.

He flicks his eyes up to you, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’m going to fix the situation with your university, baby.” He tells you with a small smile.

“Shouldn’t I go with you then?” He leans back,sliding his shirt on and you catch yourself staring at the flexing of his toned stomach and arms.

Stop it , you scold yourself.

“No, I think it’s better you stay here and rest. You’ve had a rough week.” He assures you as he finishes dressing himself. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

You’re about to say you aren’t exactly eager for him to be home but you stop yourself. Even you didn’t believe that anymore. It made you feel completely crazy to indulge in the comfort he gave you because it was so wrong.

Jungkook had cornered you to the point of no escape. If you did anything to upset him, you were completely fucked.

You would be left practically homeless, and if not that, you would be returning home as a complete and utter disappointment. Either way, you couldn’t win. There was no way to even try to outsmart him now, no loophole. He was your only resort.

It should make you feel angry, enraged.

Yet it didn’t evoke any of those strong unpleasant feelings. It didn’t make you feel much of anything. You could blame it on the fact that you were too emotionally worn out already and too exhausted to fully process the situation but you actually didn’t know if those were the true reasons.

None of what you felt was simple or straightforward anymore.

“There’s breakfast for you on the table.” Jungkook’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts as he walks over to your side of the bed. He runs his hand over your hair, caressing it before he tucks a strand behind your ear.

“Make sure you eat.” He stated firmly.

You hadn’t forgotten how domestic and normal he could act, how easily he slipped into an ideal persona.

“Okay.” You give him a weak smile and watch as his eyes travel over to your right side , your phone poking out from under the set of pillows.

“And make sure to answer my texts.” He returns his gaze to you, eyes narrowing slightly when you move your body to hide the view of the device.

“I will.” You reassure him. He tilts his head, dark eyes taking in every bit of your face.

“Let me see your phone.”

It was a command, his voice taking that snarky tone you know too well by now. You gave him a bewildered expression, heartbeat picking up instantly.

“What? Why?” It was too quick, your reply was too quick and he noticed it.

“Why not?” He throws back at you, raising a dark eyebrow in protest.

Glancing behind you , you pick up the phone and wave it around in an attempt to appear casual about it.

“I was just checking the time, calm down.” You frown but he takes the phone out of your hand regardless.

You watch nervously as the screen lights up, his finger swiping up but then he pauses when he realizes you placed a password on it. He bites the inside of his cheek, a habit that you have noticed usually signals he’s upset.

Expecting him to demand you to open it, you brace yourself but he simply lets your phone flop back onto the bed. You stare at it then a gasp leaves you when his fingers grip your chin, lifting your head up. His hold is tight but not painful.

“Don’t play stupid fucking games with me.” Jungkook warns you in a low whisper. His menacing look makes you cower, feeling as if you had just committed some type of adultery.

“Have you not learned your lesson?” He asks with a mix of bitterness inside his question.

“She doesn’t love you.”

It takes you a minute to process what he’s saying.

He thinks you’re texting Eunji.

“I-I’m not-”

“You better not be.” He cuts you off with a glare, shaking his head almost as if he’s disappointed in you. “ I never want to hear you even mention her name. I’m serious this time.”

“Are we clear?” He tugs your chin higher.

You nod, or at least try to with the forceful grip he has on you. He swallows, loosening his grip when he notices your frightened and perplexed expression. His eyes warm and he pulls his hand away. He mumbles a quiet “sorry” at you before smoothing out the skin on your cheek.

“Will you be okay alone baby?” He changes the subject , seeming to leave the phone situation behind. For now.

You can immediately tell what he was referring to when he asks you the question. The panic attacks.

If only he knew you had already endured them by yourself. But the thought of going through them again made you feel like you were on the brink of losing your mind.

You wouldn’t have to go through them alone again now, you thought as you saw the little gleam of hope at the end of a pitch black tunnel.

“Yes.” You whisper, bringing your legs over to the side of the bed and sitting up completely. You reached over to throw your clothes back on, letting the comforter fall from your chest.

Jungkook seemed to not be convinced but he reluctantly nodded and placed a final kiss on the top of your head.

“Call me if you need anything.” He orders before making his way out the door. You listen carefully as his heavy footsteps echo down the hallway as you finish slipping on your sweatpants.

The door finally shuts and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You reach over to grab your phone again, quickly unlocking it and clicking on Hoseok’s contact.

You bite your lip, contemplating on what you should do. It wasn’t smart to be in contact with Hoseok but what would he think of you randomly telling him to leave you alone after handing him over your number? You want to punch yourself for being so stupid. You needed to stop overthinking this, it wasn’t possible for Jungkook to control every single detail of your life.

He wasn’t that insane, was he?

You almost let out a laugh at the stupidity of your own question. He was.

Letting out a sigh, you change his contact name to a random girl’s name, hoping to cover any suspicion in case Jungkook does demand to see your texts. Then, you send Hoseok a text telling him you can’t meet him today and that you will get back to him tomorrow .

If you were going to get rid of him, you had to break it to him gently and carefully. He didn’t deserve to be put in any possible danger but he also didn’t deserve to be treated with such carelessness.

Lifting yourself from the bed, your bare feet pad against the floor as you make your way to Jungkook's bathroom. You lift up your toiletry bag you had placed on his sink last night, the mirror in front of you providing the memory of that night you spent with him the day when you realized he had been filming everything.

You ignore the uncomfortable feeling, unzipping the small bag and taking out your anxiety medication. You popped your last pill inside your mouth before opening what seemed to be a medicine cabinet.

At first, the inside seemed fairly normal. Jungkook had a couple of allergy medications and painkillers, some male vitamins as well. But then, your eyes lingered on the familiar orange bottles. You squint down at them, lifting one of them up as you read the label.

‘Zyprexa 10 mg’

You knit your eyebrows together.

Jungkook took antipsychotics?

You stare at the name, thinking back to your knowledge about mental disorders. Olanzapine was usually used to treat either schizophrenia or bipolar disorder and from what you have seen of Jungkook, if you had to take an educated guess, it would be that he didn’t show any signs of schizophrenia.

Bipolar disorder however, that was what caught your attention.

His unstable behavior, how easily he could change moods and go from one extreme to another. His impulsive and aggressive behavior at times. Those symptoms were clear and in your face. But was it that? Or was it something more serious.

You unscrew the lid on the bottle, it didn’t seem completely full so you could only hope he was in fact taking the medication everyday. You felt conflicted, unsure of what to make of this. It would explain some of his behavior but not all of it.

That led you to another dark realization.

From your knowledge and what you had studied, borderline personality disorders usually stemmed from severe trauma in childhood. Your mind was scrambling to connect the dots and think rationally. Jungkook had made a villain out of his mother, but he never mentioned any direct abuse. You wondered how far that supposed ‘neglect’ from his mother had gone.

It didn’t make that much sense to you. Jungkook seemed to grow up wealthy and healthy, all the awards he had won and sports trophies in his room. That didn’t seem like an indicator of a broken childhood or an unhappy one. Although, you knew things weren’t always as they seemed. There was silent, more subtle abuse that went unnoticed.  Could it be that? How far did it go back? You knew what Jungkkok had been referring to wasn’t financial neglect but rather the emotional kind.

But had he been telling the truth?

A knock disturbs your snooping, making you jump and let out a small yelp. You place your hand over your chest as the knocking continues and scramble to put away all the medications back the way they were. You close the medicine cabinet with a loud ‘bang’ and hurry outside.  A third knock is heard as you exit Jungkook’s bedroom and enter the hall. 

You freeze in the middle of the long hallway though, realizing the knocking is coming from the front door.

Jungkook would have a key and he had barely left. Who else could it be? You hesitate for a moment, debating if you should answer it or not but you assume it may simply be a package being delivered that needs to be signed or maintenance even. You shiver, the apartment is incredibly cold and you hurry down the hallway to unlock the door.

Not even bothering to look through the peephole, you carefully swing it open.

Upon first seeing her, you don’t recognize the middle-aged woman in front of you. Her dark hair is tightly styled in a slicked back bun and her attire screams wealth. She holds a tupperware container in her perfect manicured hands. Some type of food seems to be inside.

Her features finally click inside your brain, especially her eyes.

They are the same eyes of the woman you saw in the family portrait at Jungkook’s family home on Christmas.

You watch those big dark eyes of hers that look identical to those of her son size you up from head to toe, and they pause directly at your neckline.

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[hyun-xxe]

You're Mine, Silly! (PART 2)

summary: He was once your Bias of your favorite Kpop group, BTS. However, seeing his true colors made you rethink everything you ever thought of him. Who truly is Jungkook?

Warnings: non-con touching, non-con kissing, kidnapping, drugging, forceful grabbing, non-con sex, smut

Part 2!

*sorry for any spelling errors!*

Yandere!Jeong Jungook x F!reader

You didn't want to meet up with Jungkook, it was the last thing on your plate. However, you knew the power he held and how he could make your life a living hell.

After receiving his text about where to meet him, you texted your boyfriend everything that happened to update him about the situation.

Your heart broke seeing his messages and how sad he was, Elijah didn't deserve this and neither did you.

Jungkook: make sure to dress nicely, ok? i want to see my love looking her best!

You sighed as you slipped on your pink floral dress, the cotton material hugging your chest and body nicely. Not only that, you also made sure to place your phone on voice message so you could use anything against him if the worst happens.

After seeing you were ready, you drove over to the newly opened cafe that everyone was currently obsessed with. It scared you knowing that the place was most likely going to be packed with customers and some might be fans of the group.

You texted Jungkook, letting him know you were there. When he told you he was inside, you grabbed your purse and walked through the doors only to be shocked at the scene.

He wasn't wearing any disguise or hat like he promised, he was just out in the open, smiling at fans and even signing one paper from a fan. It made you freeze in your step. He set this all up and there is nothing you could do about this.

His eyes met your figure and he stood up, pushing some of of the people out of the way. Once he met you, he gave you a kiss on your cheek before directing you to sit down in his booth.

All the fans around him smiled and giggled, ogling about how cute you two were. A big part of you wanted to scream that he was a crazy man and that you two weren't even dating, but you knew you would be the one looking crazy.

"How are you my love?" he asks, giving you a big smile.

If none of this were to happen, you would've fallen for that smile and gushed about how innocent he is.

"I-I'm doing good. I thought this was going to be a private dinner?" you whispered, looking around and making sure no one was listening. Luckily his bodyguards were sitting in the booth behind you guys so you had freewill to talk a little louder.

"Oh, I don't recall saying it was going to be private darling. What made you think that?" he chuckled, picking up his menu, "What do you want?"

Was this man serious? You thought to yourself. It pissed you off how condescending he was being and made you feel stupid.

"Jungkook, you know why I am here in the first place. Besides, you promised you would wear a disguise!" you hissed, giving him a glare.

He gives you a sad look and sighs loudly, loud enough for some nearby to hear. "I-I'm sorry Y/N! I didn't mean to surprise you like this! I just wanted the be-best for my love!" he looked down at his hands, playing with them.

You saw the others give him a look of sympathy all while giving you a tiny dirty look. He was playing his cards.

"No, don't say that honey," you grabbed his hand softly, making you cringe inside, "I just had a tired day at the office and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

Jungkook gives you a smirk, earning his respect just a little for also playing this game. But he knew he could do better.

Taking his hand out of yours, he placed both on each side of your face and pulled you in, giving you a almost sweet kiss, but you knew that this kiss also had a warning to it.

After he released you, he held your hand again, preventing you from wiping it off in a subtle way.

"Are we going to talk about this whole thing?" You ask, glaring at him, "I want to go back to how things were."

He pretends to ignore you as he picks up his menu with his free hand, scanning through the options, "They have a blueberry muffin, you want to try that?" he asks.

You grit your teeth at his reaction, "Jungkook, I'm talking to you. You had the fucking audacity to kiss me without my permission and now you're ignoring me."

"What is there to talk about?" he questions, "We are on a date, lets just enjoy it."

He was getting crazier and crazier each time he opened his mouth. This man truly believed that based off your five minute convseration with him that night, that both of you were together and happy.

"This is NOT a date! This is to put those rumors aside and get back to my life with my loving boyfriend. Now, if you have nothing to say, I am going to leave."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "You really think I'll let you go this easy?" he lowers his head a bit, "You're fucking stupid if you think you can just walk out of here. Did you forget the power I have? Do you really want to test it?"

The threat sounded fake and real at the same time. You didn't know if he was truly insane enough to pull a stunt like that, but knowing him and how hes acting, you knew better than to test his patience.

"Why me, of all people? Isn't there much better girls out there?"

He gives you a soft look and you could've sworn you saw the normal side of him.

"There is just something about you that caught my attention. I just couldn't stop thinking about you and knew I ahd to make you mine," he leans in closer to you, "This hold you have on me is making me crazy. If i could, right now I would bend you down and fuck you right here, showing everyone you're mine."

Your eyes widened and your face became hot. Did he seriously just say that?

"Oh, that idea made you blush huh." he smirks.

You shake your head, "No, it didn't! Jungkook, I have a boyfriend. Just because you found me attractive and fell for me, doesn't give you the right to pull this shit."

Your response made him go quiet for a minute as he seemed to be in deep thought. Did it really work? could that wake him up?

He stood up and held out his hand to you, "Come on love, lets get out of here."

You were so confused by his actions and looked around to see everyone looking with their phones out.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, not taking his hand yet.

He smiled and grabbed your hand by force, "I wanna show you something!" he hoist you up from your seat and leads you outside to a black van where the windows were shut closed with curtains.

"W-wait!" you say, trying your best to pull back, "I have my own car, I'll meet you there, I promise!"

Jungkook shakes his head, "No, there is no need. Give your keys to my guys and they'll take it for you."

You looked at him as if he was crazy, which he was, "No, are you kidding me? Thats my car!"

He steps close to you and whispers in your ear, "Do you really want to act like a brat with others looking right now?"

Knowing he was right that others were watching and recording, you gave your keys to his guys and got inside the van with him.

As you entered, you looked aorund and noticed the black interior. The curtains were enclosing the back to the front and it made you scared about the ideas this crazy man had in mind.

"Where are we going?" you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

"You'll see." he says and starts the car, driving to god knows where.

It took about 15 minutes to make it to the destination and as you looked out, your heart dropped. It wasa secluded area where the trees were tall enough to block out the sun that was out. It was obvious you were in the woods but you couldn't tell how deep since this entire way you were just lost in thought on how to escape.

"Uhm, what are we doing here?" you asked, giving him a nervous smile.

He turns to you and unbuckles your seat belt, "Come on, lets go back there."

You turn to open the door and run out, but he locked it just in time.

"do you think I'm that stupid without taking into account that you could easily escape?" he laughs, "How cute."

"W-what if you try and kill me?! I don't want to be near you!" you screamed, banging on the window, hoping there was someone outside that could hear you.

"Y/N, I would never hurt you like that, I love you too much to even think of that. come on, lets just go back there."

As you two finally make it to the back, you tried your best to pull on the handles of the doors, hoping it would open. You don't know what plans he has, but you sure as hell weren't going to stay and find out.

"If you fucking touch me, I'll do everything I can to scratch and bite." you warned him, pointing your finger at him.

He just smiled and moved closer to you, "You threatening me turns me on just a bit." his voices darkens. "Please, continue your threat."

You found him sick and scooted farther away, but as your back hit the door you knew there wasn't enough space between you.

"Please, Jungkook, lets not do this. Just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this."

He stares deep into your eyes and smiles, "Are you kidding me? I will never let you go, you're the best thing that has happened to me." He reaches his thumb out and brushes against your lips, playing with them.

You pulled your head back, pushing his thumb away. "Don't you touch me! Don't think I won't hurt you!"

Jungkook takes a step back, "fine, whatever you say princess. I won't touch you."

You thought of plans to escape and were to lost in thought that you didn't notice how hot it became. The windows felt cool and so did the seat, so why did you feel like you were burning up.

fanning yourself and looking around, you tried getting cool air to hit you, but even if it did, the feeling would go away after a second. "Why is it so hot in here?" you asked, looking at Jungkook who seems to be perfectly fine.

"What are you talking about?"

You ignored him and tried sitting up, flipping your dress up to fan your stomach and legs. When your hand accidentally brushed your breast, you flinched back. It felt so sensitive.

Suddenly, your core felt wet and when you sat up more, the friction of it hitting the seat made you bite back a moan. It felt so good, and yet so sensitive.

You needed to feel it more, so you did it again and this time, a string of moans left you.

Jungkook looked over your way with his eyebrows raised, "Is everything good there?" he asked, smirking at the scene.

Trying your best to act normal, you nodded your head. Every place of you ached and you needed to be touched. "What is happening to me? Why am I acting like this?" you bite out, squeezing your eyes shut.

He moved closer to you, his had gracing over your breast, drawing out more moans from you.

It felt amazing.

"Did that feel good?" he questions in a lower voice.

You nodded your head, still refusing to open your eyes.

"Want me to do it again?"

you shake your head, remembering Elijah and how devestated he would be if he found out about this. He was already hurt by everything, why would u hurt him again?

"G-get away from me, now!" you yell, looking the other way.

Jungkook chuckles and moves closer, his body trapping you. His lips ghost your neck as he licked up to your chin. You tasted amazing. "We both know you need this, why fight it?"

his had went to your boob as he played with it all while sucking on your neck and chin. Everything felt amazing and you couldn't find it in you to tell him to stop.

A moan left you as he turned your body to him.

He kissed up to your mouth and looked deep into your eyes, "You want this, right?"

You shook your head, "E-Elija- nngh!" he kissed you with passion, cutting off your sentence.

His hands started to roam dangerously low to your area and it felt too good to stop him. You didn't want it, you wanted to fight him off, but you couldn't.

Jungkook's fingers touched your clit and started to rub circles, feeling the wetness through your panties.

"You say no but your body says differently."

He stops kissing you and lowers his head to your core, removing your panties down to your ankle and staring at your glory.

It looked delicous and he wanted to taste every part of you.

Diving his head in, he starts to lick around, and once he heard you moan loudly from his tongue swirling your bud, he continued to do so at that pace, sometimes going faster and rough.

"P-please st- nnghh! Mhmmm~" you lewed out, heading thrown back as you felt your legs become weak from the sensation. You felt a knot in your stomach and felt yourself needing to release.

"S-so close!" you yell, moans leaving your lips.

You were so close, but he stopped. Why did he stop.

Looking down, you notice the smirk on his face. "You told me to stop, so I'll listen to your wishes." he wipes your juice off his face and was about to stand up, but you pushed him back down.

"Please, Jungkook! Please, pleasure me and take me." you plead, wanting to feel that rush again.

He smiles and raises an eyebrow, "But, who do you belong to?"

Everything about Elijah left your mind as you felt him near your core. "You, I belong to you!"

Thats all he needed to hear as he dove back in, licking and slurping up all your juices. As he was doing so, he entered two fingers into your pussy, feeling you tighten around his fingers. He needed to be inside you.

When you released all over his face, he made sure to lick it all up. It felt like heaven to him seeing your face and how good he knew you felt.

He quickly unbuckled his pants and drew out his hardened member, picking you up from the seat and onto the floor, he crawled ontop of you and gave you sweet kisses.

"I've always wanted this." he whispers before shoving his dick inside, feeling your pussy tighten around his member gave him the euphoria he never knew he needed or could experience.

He brutally kept his pace fast and strong, hearing you moan out his name and claw his back knowing it would leave marks on him and it excited him more, it would leave your marks.

As he kept slamming in you, he gave you kisses everywhere and made sure to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He loved how you reciprocated things back and soon, you came all over again.

He was so close to he held you close as he finally released inside of you, white strings coating your walls.

Jungkook laid on top of you, after that, still leaving small kisses on you. He made sure to keep his dick in you so his cum could stay there, hoping that soon maybe, he could be apart of your forever.

As things died down, everything crashed on you. The betrayal that you knew Elijah was going to feel, Jungkook taking advantage and having his way with you.

All of this made you gasp. You haven't taken your pills in months and you didn't wear protection.

Jungkook looked up and smiled, "I'm never letting you go, I love you too much."

#yandere jungkook #BTS #jungkook #smut #kpop #yandere #kpop idol #female reader

[ephemeralbvtch]

His Regret, Her Misery

Pairings: husband!yandere!jungkook! × f!reader

Synopsis: Is it possible to show affection towards a child who is the sole reason you can't leave your husband?

 Genre: nightmare

 Warnings: manipulation, forced sexual harassment, kidnapping, shooting, emotional

•••

This was wrong in every way and you knew it. Even though your heart swelled with pride like a mother holding their child for the very first time after birthing them, your mind told you otherwise. The child you held in your arms looked nothing like you.

His nose was straight, yours was slightly upturned. His eyes were sleek and yours were bambi looking. His mouth was wide and had a happy grin to as if he was forever-smiling while yours were down turned and pouty.

"I am not your mother," you whispered as you laid the baby back in his cot.

•••

Soft lips grazed your neck as you moaned lowly. A thumb swiped your lower lip and gently tugged the said lip, motioning you to widen the gap between your teeth. Despite being reluctant to do so, you obliged. Opening the gap between your teeth you let the thumb push in to your warm caverns.

"Suck."

Even though you were disgusted at the command, you followed it. Swirling your tongue around the thumb, you arched your back onto the robust chest of the man behind you.

Your husband.

As you pushed yourself against your husband, he let out a low groan. You had hit a spot.

"Oh no," you grimaced in your thoughts. This is not what you wanted.

"Baby, don't you think you're testing my limits...huh?" a breathless voice murmured against the shell of your ear.

You didn't reply. Instead, you held on to the hand that was around your waist. He took that as a yes. The thumb that was once in your mouth was now travelling down your smooth skin alongside the rest of his prying fingers.

In a matter of seconds, the contents on your kitchen table were thrown down. You heard the new flower vase, and the bottle of jam along with the cutleries fall on to the floor. You turned your head around to look at the mess made on the floor.

This was the... You weren't even sure how many times your husband had destroyed things in order to get what he wanted. After all, he had you wrapped around his pinky after...

"Baby?"

Your unanswering state made him turn your head towards him. A finger under your chin and a forceful tug made you stare right into his soulless eyes.

"Jungkook...the jam..." you trailed off.

He ignored your whining as he delved into your lips. Slightly biting them and tasting the blood that seeped through the small bite he created. Removing his lips from yours, he hungrily trailed them through the valley of your breasts. Your sheer nightie was pulled down so he could have access to your now hard nipples. Sucking onto one of your mounds he fondled with the other. Your hands raked through his dark brown locks as he pleasured you to the utmost.

Though you hated him, you could never resist the pleasure you got from what he did. It was as if he knew how to tug at every little string in your heart and play you like a marionette.

His marionette.

His hand that ran down the centre of your spinal cord, in a matter of seconds wrapped around your waist. Both Jungkook's hands gripped onto your waist. You were sure it would leave little splotches of purple on your skin, that would go from a violent purple to an ugly colour of yellowish green.

As he slipped his thumb into your panties and started rubbing the pad of his thumb over your clit, you clutched onto his muscular arms. You eyes rolled and your toes curled at the build up of your orgasm. It was an euphoric feeling. Jungkook noticed your thighs shake slightly as he rubbed your clit furiously. A chuckle fell out of his lips as he watched you spiralling into an ocean of pleasure.

A cry broke out, shattering your orgasm.

You eyes opened: wide bambi-like eyes stared into the room the cry came from. You were frozen for a moment. The rubbing on your clit had slowed down because you were gripping onto Jungkook's wrist.

"S-s-stop," you pleaded as you tried to remove yourself away from him.

Jungkook groaned as he straightened himself. His hand never left your panties. Tears welled your eyes because the grip on your thighs hurt.

"You can't go now," he challenged you.

No. You should go now. It was your duty to look after him and it was a shame if you were to put your sexual desires before a child who needed you very much.

"Let. Me. Go," you uttered with gritted teeth.

Jungkook now held your waist even tighter. His stare burnt itself onto your face. A chill ran down your spine from the uneasy feeling that was beginning to stir in your guts.

Pulling up your nightie, you covered your breasts. With all your might you pushed away Jungkook. The grip on your waist loosened and the space that prisoned you was no longer there. You wobbled a bit as you got off the table. You had not gotten to finish your orgasm and it was itching the hell out of you. You wanted to ignore the cries of the baby in the next room and let Jungkook finger you until you finally reached your euphoria.

But right now, that was not possible.

As you bunched up your hair and walked over to the fridge you heard Jungkook scoff. You didn't dare look back or roll your eyes at him as it would cause an entirely different situation.

Bending down, you grabbed a milk bottle that was premade. Leaving it on the counter to warm, you rushed over to the room that the cries echoed from.

By the time you were back with Jungsoon, cradling him in your arms, Jungkook was gone out of the apartment. You were tempted to leave through the same door he left whenever he pleased, but the locks on the door screamed 'Do not leave'.

You let out a heavy sigh as you brought the rubbery material of the bottle to Jungsoon's mouth. He let the blunt tip slip into his mouth and sucked onto it feverishly. You rubbed his back soothingly as you looked at his now grown hair.

Jungsoon started back into your glassy eyes. You were on the brink of crying. Leaving the one and a half year old baby on the small sofa, you sat next to him. Holding up the bottle for him, you slightly turned away from the baby and his your face between your other arm and the sofa.

Tears swept past your reddened cheeks as you clasped your mouth shut in order to not voice out your cries. You silently cried thinking about every frustration you encountered ever since getting stuck into a life with Jungkook.

Long, sleepless nights of repetitive sex that only left him satisfied and you, overstimulated and too exhausted to even stay awake. Getting up early in the morning or in the middle of the night to feed an upset Jungsoon. And even dealing with the shit Jungkook threw at your way every time he felt like down.

Why were you even here in the first place?

•••

4 years later

"Jungkook this is not right," you let out your opinion.

The said man stopped in his tracks. He stood still as if in a deep thought. Beads of water ran down his bare torso and melted into the cotton of his sweatpants. You got up from the bed and walked over to him. Taking off the towel that was around his neck, you lightly grabbed his arm and made him sit on the bed. Standing between his legs you wiped his wet hair. Jungkook let out a small groan, expressing his tiredness. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your stomach.

"What's not right?" he asked you in a lazy voice.

You stopped rubbing his hair and got out of his grip. Sitting next to him on the bed, you looked over at him.

"Jungsoon."

With a confused look he inquired, "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing is wrong with him. I just..."

"Tell me, baby."

"You shouldn't have taken him away from the hospital that night."

"What are you talking about?"

Aah. You knew what he was playing at now. The 'I don't know what's going on' game. You shook your head in dismay.

"Jungkook I am not playing around..." you started.

Furious at what you had just said, he got off the bed and pulled on a t-shirt.

"I told you once and I am not telling you twice. Darling, I love you very much. However, you shouldn't be bringing up conversations that don't matter."

Raged by his dismissal, you too got up. Following him to the living room you stood behind him and remarked, "Jungsoon is not our son. Don’t you think his real parents are actually worrying about him to this day-"

A hand swept across the front of your face and grabbed your jaw. Tightening the grip around your jaw, Jungkook spat, "You're not his mother? How come? We both are his parents."

Drops of salty water cascaded down your face as you shook your head in disagreement. You were not his mother.

"I am not. Jungkook please. We are not his parents."

You held onto his muscular arms as you steadied yourself. But in a moments time everything was going to topple over and you were just not aware of it.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Petrified, you looked over to the voice that asked you the question. Your husband looked at the child who watched his parents with a grotesque face. This was the first time in years you heavily regretted bringing up the topic of Jungsoon.

"Why would you say that you are not my mommy?" asked the boy as a fresh layer of tears dripped down his chubby cheeks.

By now, Jungkook had let go of you. He was staring at the child with eyes that showed remorse.

"He was never our child," thought Jungkook to himself as he remembered how he had stolen a baby from the private hospital you had worked for back then.

"Jungsoon...Mommy was just blabbering some nonsense with your father..." you tried figuring out some sort of an excuse in order to get the boy to stop crying.

You brought the weeping boy closer to you and embraced him. You brushed his silky hair in a soothing manner. Every time the boy sniffed in and started crying again your heart squeezed in pain. This is not what you had expected when Jungkook had first brought the child in...

Bang

You felt yourself fall first as your legs gave away. You felt the blood sweep through you. The red liquid splattered all over you. At the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook standing in a statue like position. A dark coloured weapon in his hand.

He had done the deed. He had finally understood his grave mistake but that only meant that one of you were to be buried in your grave.

Or maybe someone else...

"Jungsoon?" you whispered as your face paled.

"Jungsoon? Baby why are you falling asleep? Jungsoon mommy is talking to you...why are falling asleep?"

Only when brought your hand to the side of his torso did you realize that it was neither you nor Jungkook that had been shot but rather your son.

Your beloved son.

You held the forever-sleeping boy in your arms. And just like that his forever-smiling face ceased in front of a woman whom he called mother and a father whom he trusted, but had lied to him his whole life. 

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A/N: don’t ask me why i killed him. lol. this was my first ff and i’m not sure whether it reached your expectations, so do point out anything that’s missing or out of line~ 

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Captive Love Ch. 4

Hello. Yes. I am alive and I am so sorry I have not posted. I have been so busy and have not had time to sit down and write but I now have a little bit of time to writs so I popped this chapter out. 

I hope you all enjoy and please please please leave feedback!💜

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS. This fic does NOT represent the boys is ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM.

also: MINORS GTFO

Warnings for this chapter: noncon fingering, public fingering, swearing(? I can’t remember what I wrote to be honest I did this at 2 am lmao) and anything else I missed

If you are uncomfortable with noncon, then i sadly suggest you leave this fic alone.

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Y/N rushed back to the servant’s house and locked herself in her room. Heart beating a million miles a minute, she slumped to the ground and cried. “Why did I do that?!” she sobbed, “Now the princes will be keeping their eyes on me…” All the poor girl could do was cry until she fell asleep.

The next morning, Y/N was jolted from her sleep when she heard a knock at her door. Fearing that it could be Lilith about to throw a fit as to why she wasn’t working or worse, Jungkook, she shrunk back further into her room.

“Y/N” the voice of Emily said from the other side of the door, “are you alright love?” Y/N let out a huge sigh of relief at hearing her friend’s voice. “E-Emily!” she said. “Can you let me in love?” Emily asked. Standing on wobbly legs, Y/N opened her door revealing Emily, Elizabeth and the girl she recognized as the one Jungkook was about to humiliate.

“Oh Y/N! You’re alright! Are you alright?! Did they do anything to you?!” Emily cries out as she begins inspecting her. “I-I’m fine! Really. How did you-” “Maria told us what happened” Elizabeth said gesturing to the girl.

The girl ran to Y/N and gave her a big hug, “Thank you miss! Thank you for saving me. I am so sorry for causing you trouble…”

“It’s alright really,” Y/N told her, rubbing the girls back to comfort her, “I spoke with Prince Yoongi, and he let us off with a warning, but that he will not give us another.”

“What happened after Maria left?” Emily inquired.

Y/N took a breath and told them what happened. However, once she finished her story, it was time to work. As Y/N got ready she feared what would happen if she ran into the princes again.

Luckily, Y/N, Elizabeth and Emily were assigned to cleaning all the dishware in the kitchen, far away from the princes, which brought all of them some peace…

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Yoongi couldn’t focus on his book all day. All he could think about was that “stupid servant girl” as he told himself. He could not for the life of him find a reason to justify his actions on releasing her from punishment. He loved giving punishments! So why… He hasn’t seen the girl all day and it was starting to bug him for some reason. Did she skip work? Now that was a good reason to punish her. But that would be odd just going out of his way to find a specific servant to punish. It would definitely capture the attention of his brothers. Had she gotten in trouble with one of his brothers? Had she-

“Oh brother!” Jungkook said barging into his room with a big smile, “I wish I was there to see it! Next time I hope to partake in the event. I can just imagine her screams… Oh I bet they were lovely! Was her skin smooth before you tore it up?? Oh, how I wish I could have felt it before she was marred…”

“All women’s backs are the same Jungkook. Smooth.” Yoongi retorts.

“Not all of them brother,” the younger huffed, “That maid was exceptionally beautiful. Could have passed as a daughter of a lord if you ask me.”

“Well,” Yoongi huffed, “it’s over with and she has learned her mistake.”

The youngest brother hummed as he paced around his older brother’s bedroom.

Yoongi closed his book with a sigh of annoyance, “What is it Kook?”

“It’s not fair you got the fun. Sure, hunting was fun…But I feel left out. Maybe I should push the girl into making another mistake so that I can take a turn with her!”

“Now why would you want that? You never mess with the servant girls to get them to mess up.”

“I know. They usually just accept whatever happens. But this girl brother, she’s different. She has fight and that intrigues me. I want to break her.” The youngest brother smirks deviously.

“Jungkook-” Yoongi stops his snap back at his younger brother. He cannot let them see that he wants to protect her. He waves his hand and gets up to walk to the door, “Don’t be stupid. There are plenty of women more worthy of your time than her. She’s just a rat. The gala is starting. Mother and Father are expecting us.”

Yoongi left for the dining room leaving Jungkook to his own thoughts.

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Once their chores were finished the girls were given some time to rest before serving dinner to the guests. So they all went to Y/N’s room to finish what they were talking about that morning.

“Well!” Elizabeth sighs sitting on the bed, “I’ve never heard of the princes letting a servant off the hook, let alone Prince Yoongi. He especially never lets anyone go unpunished.”

“Do you think he wasn’t in the mood?” Emily asked.

“No,” Elizabeth said, “He is always in the mood to punish. This is strange. Why would he…”

“Well, he still did threaten me with a ‘next time’ but I think he’s not all that bad as what others make him out to be.” Y/N said nervously.

“Oh no hun! There must be an ulterior motive. Now Jungkook is not as bad of a threat as Yoongi, so you definitely need to steer clear of any more interactions between any of the princes. Just do your job and do it well to avoid any more unfortunate events.” She said with a worried face.

Before anyone could respond, the bell rang throughout the quarters.

“Well, it’s time for dinner to be served to the family and their guests. Let’s go ladies and remember,” she said to all of them but looking at Y/N, “do your job and lay low.”

“Alright ladies! It’s almost time to begin the dinner. You all know your roles so grab your platter or pitcher and get out to the floor! I do NOT want any accidents tonight!” Lilith said.

Everyone began moving and grabbing platters of elegantly arranged foods and large pitchers of wine, ale and water.

Y/N looked at Emily and sighed as she was one of the girls who would serve wine to the guests.

Emily squeezed her arm, “It’ll be alright Y/N. There are so many girls serving drinks so hopefully you won’t be near the royal family.

“I hope” Y/N sighed and made her way to the hall.

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The dining hall was massive. All decorated with expensive paintings and golden decorative features. One long table seating up to 200 guests including the royal family at the end. The royal band playing softly as to not drown out to conversations happening at the table.

Y/N took a breath and made her way towards her guest filling their chalices with wine, not looking them in the eyes as to not taint their status with her inferiority.

The night was surprisingly going well, she had not had one interaction with a royal member. She was beginning to relax. Maybe tonight won’t turn out to be so bad. Everyone had finished the main course and it was almost time for Y/N’s 15-minute break. All she had to do was wait for an esteemed guest to tap their glass and she would refill it with the sweet wine she carried.

“More wine please!” a feminine voice called.

Y/N looked up towards the people she had been serving wine the entire night to only to see that no one at her end had asked for wine. She looked around in confusion until Lilith elbowed her in the side, “The Queen wants more wine girl.”

“T-The Q-Queen?” Y/N whispers.

“Yes!” Lilith hissed, “Rose is still on her break so just go fill her chalice! Go now!” she said shoving the poor girl towards the other end of the table.

‘That’s where the princes are!!’ Y/N screamed in her head.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Emily trying to get Elizabeth to take her place but Y/N kept walking towards the Queen’s seat.

“Ah finally!” the Queen laughed, “The wine is here! What took you so long girl?! Are we out of wine?”

Y/N did not know what to say. Her brain was malfunctioning. She had the word but couldn’t get them out in fear of saying something wrong.

“When the Queen addressed you, you respond servant!” a deep voice spoke.

Y/N flinched.

“Look at me girl.” The voice said again. Y/N looked up and into the glaring eyes of Prince Namjoon. “Are you mute girl?” Y/N shakes her head. “Are you dumb?” Y/N shakes her head.

“Words.”

“N-No your highness.” She said in a shaky voice her eyes finding Prince Yoongi’s piercing stare causing her to look down at the floor.

“Then answer the Queen.”

Y/N turned to the Queen with a bow, “A-Apologies your majesty. W-We are n-not out o-of wine.”

“Ah,” she said sliding her chalice withing Y/N’s reach to pour, “well the room is big and there is a lot of chatter so it must have been a little difficult to hear. I will let it slide, but I expect this to not happen again.”

“Y-Yes your majesty. T-Thank you.” Y/N bowed again.

She was about to turn back when she heard another voice that frightened her.

“I need a refill as well.”

Jungkook.

Legs shaking, Y/N turned and walked towards Jungkook’s seat. When she reached him, he pushed his glass further into the table beyond her reach.

“So sorry but I am still eating. You can grab it and refill yourself I hope?” he said giving her a smile that looked innocent but she, and Yoongi, knows the trouble behind it.

Y/N bowed her head and leaned over to get the glass, which was properly placed to where her bum was right next to the prince. As she clutched the glass, she felt a hand slip under her dress and rest on her thigh. She almost dropped the glass but let out a small gasp when the hand tightened on her.

“Pour the wine like that and do not move. Unless you want trouble.” Prince Jungkook said in a low voice. “And pour it slow.” He added.

Y/N shut her eyes to keep the tears from escaping and began to pour the wine slowly. Her eyes flew open when she felt a pinch on the inside of her thigh. “Open your eyes rabbit. Or you will spill, and it will be all over for you.” The youngest prince threatens.

Y/N opens her eyes slowly trying to keep the tears at bay, eyes focused on the glass.

“Slower.” The prince orders.

The trail of wine turns into a small trickle while the prince’s hand makes it to the girl’s panties.

Y/N stifles a sob when Jungkook’s hand rubs at the fabric, her face turning red. Once he finds her nub, he pinches it, causing her to give a silent gasp and a single tear.

They both stop what they are doing when they hear a clank of silverware against a plate. They look up to see Prince Yoongi staring at them with an unamused look. Y/N thought she saw anger in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure through her watery eyes.

She is snapped back to reality when she feels her panties being pulled to the side. She was even more horrified when she felt some slick disconnect from her panties. How did she get wet?

“You’re wet my sweet rabbit,” Jungkook chuckles as his fingers swirl around in her slick, “Why don’t you keep pouring my wine love? And look at my brother the whole time.”

“P-Please…” Y/N whispered, “P-Please d-don’t.”

“You want me to stop?” Jungkook whispered, “But you are so wet rabbit. It would be unfair.”

“But t-they-”

“Are too buzzed to notice, well except my brother right there. Let’s give him a show. Now pour. And no sounds.” He ordered, his hands beginning to rub her nub in circles.

Giving a silent whimper, she resumed her task whilst keeping eye contact with Yoongi, her eyes red and watery.

When Jungkook figured his fingers were slick enough, he slid a finger into her pussy. Both of them shuddered. One with fear and one with delight.

Y/N wanted to scream in pain while Jungkook almost came in his pants.

“My sweet rabbit, are you a virgin?” he whispered, earning himself a silent sob from the girl to confirm his suspicions, “Oh how fun! I’m your first fingerfuck.”

With that, he inserted a second finger earning himself a squeeze from her cunt and began pumping in a out. He looked at his brother and smirked, knowing that he was hard as well and began to pump faster.

Jungkook was in heaven. His fingers were being squeezed by the girl’s cunt. Oh, how he wished he could see her face. He then noticed that his wine glass was full, and that the girl was clutching the table liner. Jungkook looked around and noticed that no one noticed what was going on. They were all pretty much drunk except for him, Yoongi and the girl.

Jungkook then grabbed Y/N by the waist and pulled her into his lap and hiked up her skirt a bit more. The new angle allowed him to thrust his fingers deeper.

Y/N looked away to not face the other prince only to have her face turned towards Jungkook.

“Look at me rabbit,” he whispered, “I want to see your face when you come.”

Y/N opened her teary eyes to him and clenched his jacket as she felt something start to blossom in her. Jungkook immediately knew she was close and angled himself so that he and his older brother can see her come undone by the prince’s fingers.

Y/N began to cry and pull Jungkook’s hand away.

“N-No! Please s-stop…I-I can’t”

Jungkook was much stronger than her and kept going, relishing in how her thighs started grinding together.

“You will rabbit,” he whispered in her ear, “You will not refuse my gift of giving you pleasure. Now cum.”

Y/N felt her high come crashing down unwelcomed. She suddenly felt weak and fell back into the prince’s chest as she let out a choked sob. The prince pulled her skirt back in place, patted her arms and pushed her onto her feet, the poor girl breathing heavily and unstable.

“There you go. I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did!” He said with a smile, “Now back to work with you. Thank you for the drink rabbit.”

Y/N grabbed her pitcher with shaking hands and looked at prince as he took his fingers covered in her release and stuck them in his mouth, moaning in pleasure, “and thank you for the desert. Compliments to the chef!” he said with a wink.

Still crying, Y/N bowed to the prince and hurried off to the break room.

Jungkook chuckled and turned to his brother who had a tint of pink to his cheeks.

“She was cute, wasn’t she?” the youngest asked his older brother with a smile, “She’s a virgin brother! Her sweet release tasted like nothing I have ever had before. You must try it for yourself sometime brother!”

The older prince chugged his wine and nodded, “Interesting. She is an intrigues girl I must say. I will have to investigate more on her.”

“You mean ‘in’ her?” Jungkook smirks.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He could not get that image of Y/N’s face when she came. She looked so beautiful so fragile. It made him want to break her. Want to punish her for cumming by Jungkook’s hand.

The want to break her, punish her, fuck her.

Once Y/N made it to the break room, Elizabeth and Emily were about to head back out to the feast to serve.

“Y/N!” Emily said, “How was the Queen? Was she mad? Did she punish- Oh my god! Are you alright!?” She begins to panic when she sees Y/N’s tear-stained face.

“Y/N, sweetie, is everything okay?” Elizabeth began, noticing Y/N was not focusing on anything in the room and that her eyes are blank.

Y/N started to have a panic attack. Her heart began to beat faster, her mind racing a million miles a minute, her vision began to blacken and her hearing was going in and out.

“Y/N…. hear me….Y/N!!.............help!.......You’re going…………..Y/N!!!”

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hot-spot love

↣ In which Jungkook is a photographer and you accidentally break his favourite camera. Luckily, the only thing he cherishes more than that damn camera happens to be you.

Word Count: 1.7K

a/n: omg i’ve been in such a soft mood recently so like here you go. in reference to the title ‘hot-spot’ is actually a legit photography phrase. this is mostly inspired by this video i saw of a girl pranking her bf and he had a rly cute reaction so.. i made it into a fic!! pls like and reblog if u enjoy it ☺️

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Hot-spot love

You think this might be the worst day of your life. 

It had actually started off relatively well; Jungkook waking you sweetly with a kiss and hugging you from behind as you made breakfast, leaving for work five minutes late because he insisted on helping you wash up the dishes afterwards. He had left you in a productive mood and, before long, you were searching for tasks to complete.

You had cleaned the entirety of the penthouse by lunchtime — not a particularly arduous task considering it was relatively clean anyway — and then took the time to make yourself Samgyeopsal and Japchae for lunch, storing most of it in the refrigerator to have for dinner later. You smiled knowing the Jungkook would be more than excited, given that Samgyeopsal was perhaps his favourite dish of yours.

With a full belly and nothing else to do, you decided to rearrange your and Jungkook’s bedroom. You were half-way through moving the desk-lamp two inches to the left when you spotted Jungkook’s camera. Jungkook had always loved photography, and he told you often that you were his favourite subject, taking delight in the way you would immediately be flustered afterwards. You smiled fondly, picking it up to go through the photos he had taken yesterday when the two of you went on a picnic. But, as you picked it up your fingers involuntarily loosened, and you watched, horrified, as your boyfriend’s camera slipped out of your grip and careened towards the floor. 

The broken shutter glass had cut your finger as you attempted to salvage the mess, and now you sit with a steadily reddening tissue wrapped around the gash, waiting on the couch for Jungkook to come back from work. 

The sound of the door opening is both a relief and something that causes dread to bubble up within you. 

“Babe!” He calls out, and he sounds so happy you almost want to cry, “I’m home!” He comes into the living room, too focused on disentangling himself from his bag to notice your desolate state.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, pressing a distracted kiss to your forehead as he heads to the bedroom to discard his suit jacket. 

“Uh huh,” you replied quietly, before letting out a sigh. 

Jungkook pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, and then immediately turns back and heads to you, leaning over the back of the couch so you have to look at him upside down.

“Why the sigh, babe?” He questions, worry starting to dilute his dopey grin. 

“Sigh?” You ask weakly, trying to deflect. You know you have to tell Jungkook about the camera, but you hate to be the one to make him upset.

“There it is again!” Jungkook exclaimed, before leaning in to place a kiss on your brow. “Your face always gets kind of screwed up when you’re thinking too hard about something.”

You try to smile, but something lodges in your throat and, to your immediate embarrassment, it comes out as a sob. Jungkook is immediately cooing, sweeping around to the front of the couch and sitting down, tugging you into his lap as he frantically tries to wipe away your tears.

“No, no, no, babe, don’t cry!” He whines, “Just tell me what’s wrong and I promise I’ll fix it, don’t worry.” 

“I broke your camera.” Is what you try to say, but you’re crying so hard you only make it to “I-” and then dissolve into tears again. You bring up your hands to cover your face, not wanting Jungkook to see you like this, when he makes a sharp noise and his fingers close around your wrist, tugging it under for his inspection.

“Your finger!” He gasps, peeling away the stiff tissue paper to reveal your cut. He immediately drags you to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, despite your teary protestations of it’s just a small cut. After wrapping it in an unnecessary amount of bandages and several kisses ‘to make it heal faster’, he leans down to look in your eyes.

“Was that why you were crying, babe?” You can only manage to shake your head, dissolving into tears again. God, Jungkook was being so nice and you were just the worst girlfriend ever. 

“Please don’t cry babe.” He softly repeated over and over, stroking his hands along your hair and wiping away your tears, pressing kisses all over your face. “Just tell me, and I’ll make it better.” 

“Y-You can’t!” You bawl, before burying your face in your hands again. Jungkook patiently peels back your fingers and presses his forehead to yours. 

“I promise you,” he says solemnly, “I will make it ok. You don’t have to worry about anything now I’m here. And I’ll always be here.”

“You promise?” You ask quietly, and he nods, placing a little kiss to the tip of your nose to make you smile.

“I… I broke your camera.” You confess, and then bury your head in his shoulder, waiting for him to start shouting. He has never even raised his voice at you before, but you are worried this will finally set him off.

“…My camera?” He asks, sounding more than slightly confused. You pulled back, confused as well.

“Yes, your camera. The really expensive one that you take with you anytime we go anywhere.” 

“Oh…” He trails off, and then, shocking you, he breaks into a massive grin. “Oh! God, babe you’re so cute! That’s what you were worried about?” Jungkook laughed as you gave him a wide-eyed nod, tugging you into his chest again and hugging you tightly. “I’m so relieved! I thought something had happened to you. Oh, you don’t know how glad I am!”

“But, your camera-” You start, your voice muffled in the material of his dress shirt.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He brushes it off flippantly. “I can just take it to the repair shop or something. Can’t lose all those beautiful pictures I took of you, can I?” Your memories flash back to the absolutely shattered camera.

“No, I really broke it. I don’t even think it’s fixable.” At that, Jungkook laughs again, pulling back to grin at you.

“How did you even manage that?” He asks, his eyes bright with amusement but somehow that makes you cry even harder.

“I’m really sorry!” You wail, and he tugs you back into his chest again, his shirt now slightly damp with your tears. Just another one of Jungkook’s possessions that I’ve ruined, you think bleakly. 

‘Babe,” he says, sounding heartbroken. “It’s just a camera. Please don’t cry, or I’ll start crying too.” You look up at him and, true to his word, his eyes are turning glassy and sorrowful. 

“B-but what about your photos-”

“They were all of you. I’ve got a lifetime of taking photos of you ahead of me, I don’t need to rush.” You can’t help but blush when he says this. Jungkook has never been afraid to state his intention of spending the rest of his life with you, but it still sends a thrill down your spine every time. 

“I’ll get a job and save up so I can buy you a new camera.” You resolve, and immediately he’s shaking his head.

“No, no, no, there’s no need at all, babe. I didn’t even like that camera anyway. I was going to pick up a new hobby, I don’t care about the camera. All I care about is you. It’s breaking my heart to see you cry.” He cups your tear-stained cheek in his hand and you lean into it, even as you whack him lightly on the stomach. 

“That was so cheesy.” You giggle, and his face mimics your own smile, before smoothing out.

“You’re lovely even when you’re crying.” He mutters, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, tilting it backwards as he leans in and kisses you deeply, trying to convey his love for you. You accept eagerly, and when your injured hand comes up to curl into his hair, you find the cut doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

Later, when the two of you are curled up on the couch finishing off the leftovers of the Samgyeopsal and Japchae — and you were right, Jungkook was practically ecstatic when he saw his dinner — you ask him:

“How much did the camera cost?” He pauses slightly, before answering with a smile.

“You could find one for about ten dollars.”

“Jungkook!” You pout, flicking his forehead lightly. “Please tell me the truth. I know it cost a lot more than that.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you.” He says, before his expression becomes slightly more serious. “It actually cost twenty-five dollars.” 

“Jungkook!” You whine, whacking him on the arm with a pillow as he laughs. 

“Ok, ok,” He raises a hand up, blocking the pillow, “You’re right, it was actually quite an expensive camera.” Even though he was only confirming what you already knew, you felt fresh guilt wash over you. 

“How expensive?” 

“Thirty dollars.” 

This time, he is ready for the pillow aimed at his face and blocks it, grabbing your wrist and tugging you over so you are trapped in his lap, caged in by his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“Babe, stop asking about it, it doesn’t matter.” He reprimands you playfully, kissing your forehead. “I have more than enough money to replace it, and even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t care. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I have you.” He smiled. “And you’re all I need to be happy. Okay?” He grins at you, and you grin back, feeling the overwhelming love you have for this man somehow double.

“Okay.” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and check on my computer. Obviously you have something against my belongings, and I just want to make sure the monitor is salvageable.”

“Jungkook!” 

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Tag, You’re It (M)

paring: Jungkook x reader

rating: M

Gener: Yandere 

Warnings : Kidnapping 

Summery: They always say it’s someone you know, someone that you are close to that turns out to be a psycho freak, you just weren't expecting it to be your hot innocent next door neighbor.

Inspired by Tag, You’re It by queen mel <3

BTS Masterlist

“Looking at me through your window

“Boy, you had your eye for a little”

“Hi Y/n.” Jungkook, your friendly neighbor shouted from across the yard as he spotted you. “Good afternoon Jungook, How are you?” You shouted back mirroring his smile. “I’m doing good just got done with some grocery shopping.” Jungkook responded displaying the plastic bags he was holding in his arms.

With that you let out a groan as you inserted your key in the lock. “That reminds me, I have to do some shopping of my own.” A chuckle escaped from jungkook.

“I’ll cut you up and make you dinner

You’ve reached the end, you are the winner.”

“Say if you don’t have food, I hope i’m not overstepping but why don’t you come over for dinner tonight.” Jungkook asked innocently, biting his lip as he eyed you from the sided. You focused on opening your front door trying to ignore the pounding in your chest. “As much as I would enjoy that Mr. Jeon, I have some homework to get to tonight.” You said as you looked up at him. Your door was now unlocked but you didn’t want to go inside, not yet at least. You wanted to savor this moment with your overly extremely hot next door neighbor.

Jungkook nodded his head as he went to open his own front door. “Well I wish you all the luck on that homework, but just know my offer still stands.” To anyone that would have seem like an innocent invitation, to YOU it was an innocent invitation. but to Jungkook it was far from innocent. 

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“Rolling down your tinted window

Driving next to me real slow, he said”

Jogging through the neighborhood was one of the things you did every morning five days out of the week. You would jog around the block two times, stop by Mrs. Kim’s daughters lemonade stand grab a drink and continue. It was all apart of the routine.

But having a suspicious black BMW slow down as it turned down the street you were making your way down was not apart of the rutie. 

You were an observant girl, always aware of your surrounds, you liked to be kept on your toes never getting too comfortable, some might call you paranoid. So when you turned your head and caught site of the slowed down car you picked up your pase. But so did the car.

“Howdy Neighbor.” A familiar voice called out as the car was now next to you. “oh my god Jungkook!” You jumped back face flush with a beating heart. God this boy will give you a heart attack one day.

Jungkook looked at you with innocent eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked as you stopped and placed both of your hands on your knees, taking in deep breaths. 

“Yes, you just scared the living daylights out of me that’s all.” You chuckled leaning back up whipping some sweat off of your forehead, when you make eye contact with him your face flushed.

gross and sweaty in front of the handsome neighbor way to go Y/n,

“Oh my bad I didn’t mean to.” He quickly spoke with a sincere look in his eyes. You laughed and shook your head. “It’s okay Jungkook, Just don’t drive so creepy next time.” 

“Let me take you for a joyride

I’ve got some candy for you inside.”

“Say, I just got back from the store and I have some popsicles it is a hot day, would you like any?” Jungkook asked with a sweet smile that almost made you say yes right away.

You watched as the young man reached in the back of his car behind the driver's seat, you took note on how the ink on his muscular arms looked extremely good

when he pulled forward a box of popsicle you looked away not wanted to get caught drooling over him. “Thank you Jungkook.”You smiled as you watched him open the box. Your mouth instantly watered.

“Come eat it inside.” Jungkook said. You watched in confusion as he leaned over and open the car door. “Oh I really shouldn’t” feeling self conscious you took a step back. 

“Nonsense, The popsicle will melt while it’s out there, and do you really wanna hold a sticky stick while you run.” He looked at you with a teasing smile. 

Giving up you rolled your eyes and got into the car. “that’s a good girl.” Jungkook said as you shut the door face now more flushed than before and chest pounding that you pray to the gods he can’t hear it.

‘What flavor do you want?” He asked dismissing the comment he just made. You on the other hand had the words still repeating in your head. Another puls feeling shot through you but this one was not in your chest.

“Is there Orange.” You mastered to ask as you let out an awkward cough hoping he just thinks your flustered state is from the morning run. “Let me take a look.” He mumbled digging through the box.

“If not cherry is fine, you know i’m okay with any flavor except grape. the grape ones-”  “taste like medicine” You and Jungkook said at the same time. You nodded. “You're in luck missy, I found an orange.” He playfully smirked holding up the orange flavored popsicle.

-

It’s been four weeks since your encounter with Mr. Hottie neighbor and you were thankful for that. Yes Jungkook was nice company but you won’t be able to go another minute with your heart going crazy like it was going to blast out of your chest.

It was currently 1:30 am and you were laying on your living room couch trying to finish up your thesis statement for one of your college courses, that when the third rumble of your stomach hit and you got fed up. 

grabbing your car keys and throwing a jacked over your tank top you made your way out the door and to your car. One of the perks of being a college kid is being broke, ordering takeout for three weeks straight really put a dent in your pocket.

starting your car up you drove to the nearest corner store that was open.

-

pulling into the parking lot you failed to notice how it was almost empty except for wo other cars.

stepping out you didn’t bother to lock your car door the goal of getting in and getting out was the on thing that filled your mind.

“Running through the parking lot

he chased me and he wouldn't stop”

Once you were done paying you quickly grabbed your bag and pushed open the door, the cold air greeting you in the procese sent a shiver down your spine. was it worth it to go out in your pajama shorts and a tank top, looking around you took in how dark it was. no it wasn’t.

quickly opening your car door you placed the bag next to you and the keys inside. taking a peaky through the rear view mirror. That’s when you saw it

There was a person in the backseat of your car but before you could let out a bloody scream they placed the a white cloth over your mouth. 

Now you were fully regretting going out tonight.

Not taking in a deep breath you reached your hand out to the cup holder next to you grabbing the paper spry you through your arm back and pressed down on it, the attacker cussed and moved their hand. 

not wasting a minute you got out the car and did what anyone in their right mind would do. You ran. you heard the car door slam shut and you knew they got out too the fast footsteps that started to follow you proved it. but you didn’t stop, you didn’t look back. 

“Grab my hand, pushed me down

took the words right out my mouth”

You felt the hands on you, the force pushed you to the ground as a hand went clasping around your mouth muffling your scram, a muscular arm wrapped around your waist bringing you back up.

no 

no 

no 

This was not happening, You were not done for. You couldn't wouldn't except this faith and that's why you did everything your self defense classes taught you. You slammed your foot on this psycho’s toes and he released you again with a cuss.

if you would have listened. you would have noticed that the voice sounded oddly familiar.

but before you can even get one step away something hard came in contact with the side of your head sending you straight to the gourd.

your blurry vision filled with large black boots and then you lost consciousness.

-

You slowly opened your eyes, gretted to a dim light and a room with four walls, no windows in sight. just a door. panic rushed through your body and you tried to move that’s when you noticed you were hanging.

A thick rope wrapped around your wrist was hanging you up from the ceiling nothing was supporting your feet.

“Enie meenie miny mo”

A voice was heard from behind you, it made your heart stop. 

“Get your lady by her toes”

You felt something brush against your ankle and you let out a piercing scream. The sinister sound turned into a child like giggle.

“If she screams, don’t let her go” it sung.

A choked sob escaped you as the tears started to run down your face. “Whyy why why why.” You whispered to weak to speak.

“Shhh shhh, it’s okay love.” The voice cooed as a hand was gently brushing down the side of your head.

The presence of your abductor finally showed itself,  they were now standing in front of you holding those familiar innocent doe like eyes.

“J-Jungkook?” 

“Howdy neighbor.” 

#yandere bts #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader

[darkestcorners]

darknets | 03 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, mentions of physical abuse )

word count: 14.5k

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A/N; i just want to make it clear, im no expert in criminology so forgive me if there’s inaccuracies, I tried to do my best with research but it’s purely fiction!

summary: You should’ve known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02 / 03

The paper cup was held tightly in his hand. He had dropped a tea bag inside , Chamomile. It usually helped with nerves. He watched the girl through the glass, she didn’t look particularly nervous but she did look distraught. The dark eye bags gave away the limited sleep she must have endured, her oversized hoodie making her look smaller than she really was. The added bad posture wasn’t helping either. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms resting on the table in front of her as she stared down at her hands.

Detective Namjoon sighed, opening the door which immediately caused her to turn her head over to him. He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the cup as he seated himself across from her. His long limbs sat a bit awkwardly on the small chair but he squared his shoulders nonetheless.

“I understand you said she had been acting a little strange for the past few days.” He stated, maintaining a steady gaze on the girl.

“Did she have any mental health issues that you know of? Was she struggling with depression, anxiety or anything of the sort?”

Mina swallowed, bringing her eyebrows together in feigned concernment.

“No, not that I know of.” She explained, letting out another shaky breath. “ It’s just, she was acting really paranoid like, just off, you know?”

Namjoon listened, nodding slowly as another question sat on his tongue.

“Was she scared of someone perhaps? An ex-boyfriend, someone she was romantically involved with?”

“No, I mean the last boyfriend she had was over a year ago and he transferred to another college months ago.” Mina shook her head, then hesitated a bit. “But-“

The detective raised an eyebrow in question, eyes darting around her face as he silently urged her to continue.

“But..?” He added quietly, the girl seemed to be unsure of herself which wasn’t always a good sign. The behavior usually signaled she was holding back, knew a bit more than she was willing to confidently say or was afraid of saying it.

“She had a crush, a guy in our college.” She replied, frowning slightly. “ Jaehyun. I don’t why I brought it up, it’s just a stupid crush.”

Namjoon tilted his head, wondering if the girl really had just brought him up at the sudden topic of her friend’s romantic life or because she suspected him somehow.

It seemed to be an over-analysis on his part but he knew not much was out of the question when it came to missing person cases.

This could be nothing or it could be a lead.

“Did they ever hook up? Form a deeper relationship? Any red flags that you noticed?”

“I don’t think so.” Mina shrugged, looking conflicted as she seemed to try and recall the details. Her eyes were still bloodshot and dried tears stained her cheeks. It made for a pitiful scene, the scene of a girl who looked like she was imagining the worst case scenario regarding her missing best friend.

“I just want you to understand how important it is that you tell me everything.” Namjoon emphasized, leaning forward in the chair, causing it to squeak against the floor.

“You are the last person she contacted, I’m sure you know how pivotal that is.” He brought his hands together, tone light but persuasive. “ You are her closest friend, you may know things she may never have even told her parents.”

Mina bit her lip, her eyes becoming glossy again as tears threatened to spill. It was fortunate she was such an easy crier, her cousin had mentioned time and time again how much of a wonderful actress she was but she hated when Jungkook said that.

It made it seem like there was truly nothing beating inside her, like every action was calculated and void of any real emotion. But it wasn’t like that, she wasn’t like Junglook who never let emotions get in the way of the business. A part of her did ache for her friend, ached with guilt of what she had done to her. Ached even more for the uncertain future that faced her and what Jungkook planned on doing to her.

Her cousin was never the gentle or the understanding type. Jungkook had always been ill-tempered , even when they were children. She remembered how much he loved teasing her, borderline bullying her at times. A particular instance was when she was playing with her dolls, combing their hair and pampering them. Jungkook had come up beside her seemingly just being nosey until he had snatched up the dolls and ran outside with them. Mina remembered chasing him around the small rundown apartment building , yelling at him to give them back but he never did.

The next morning when she went outside, she had found them all tied up on a tree branch, their bodies hanging upside down without their heads.

When she had cried to Jungkook about it, he simply told her to get over it and that she should never get attached to useless things. He was cynical even at such a young age and she wondered if the incident had somehow been foreshadowing of what the future would hold for him. For both of them.

But then she also remembered how much Jungkook taught her how to defend herself, to stand up to anyone who would try to walk over her. He had always defended her, no matter how mean he was most of the time. She didn’t see him that often as kids, maybe if she had, he would have grown to be more sympathetic or not nearly as rough. But Jungkook was in and out of foster homes like she was, they unfortunately were always separated since they weren’t siblings , only cousins. It caused them to only be able to occasionally visit each other until their grandparents had finally taken full custody of them both when they entered high school.

She supposed this life was unavoidable considering their less than fortunate backgrounds, a life filled with deceit, dirty money and betrayal.

“I know,” Mina told the detective, letting the tears fall. “I promise I’ll tell you anything I can, just please find her.”

She sniffed, raising her head and winced instantly. The blow to her head you had inflicted on her when attempting to escape was brutal, she had bled a significant amount but the medical staff insisted she wouldn’t need stitches. The pain still weighed heavy on her head, she had taken aspirin twice already on the long drive back into town but it was as if she hadn’t taken any at all.

Her head was bound to feel awful for at least a couple more days.

She would admit she wasn’t the least bit surprised by the strength you had mustered up to throw her against that wall. She knew you always had a fight in you, you were not weak or easily afraid.

And that’s exactly why she feared for you in Jungkook’s hands.

“You okay?” Namjoon asked, observing her closely.

“Yeah,” Mina assured, adapting a higher pitch tone. “ My head is just killing me, I haven’t slept that good with everything…going on.”

“I understand.” He leaned back, nodding to himself as weighed over his options.

He didn’t want to break it to the girl at the moment but unfortunately, the case was having trouble being a top priority considering the missing person was of age. People tended to leave or travel somewhere without saying a word, that was just a fact. While he himself wasn’t convinced that was the case, as he found it rare for a young college girl to seemingly disappear with a fatally ill father and limited money in her bank account, he knew it could easily be looked over by his team.

They had tracked her card activity and it had not been used once which would usually incline she most likely was not on a simple trip or fleeing.

But it wasn’t enough to completely rule out the possibility , there were cases where people didn’t use their cards in fear of being tracked down by family members. However, her phone was also non-traceable which raised a bit more concern.

“You’ll find her right?” Mina pressed, a practiced and carefully constructed look of pure agony flashing through her features.

“You can’t let her become one of the many missing girls that never get found or worse, it’s always too late and they end up…” The girl’s voice wavered as she took a breath. “ dead.”

The detective looked away at the sight of her never ending tears, his face pinching in frustration.

“I promise I’ll try my best for that to not be the case.” A look of determination crossed his eyes, his tone stern. “ Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll let you know if there’s any updates or if I need more information.”

Mina gave him a slow nod, shakily taking the cup from the table at last and bringing it to her chapped lips.

Namjoon lifted himself off the chair and made his way out the interrogation room. The door clicked shut behind him as he walked forward and stood in front of the glass, looking through the case file and the new notes he had gathered up.

“Anything?” His colleague asked him, the shorter and significantly grumpier detective came to stand next to him with a questioning glance. His black hair was brushed back, revealing his handsome pale face that held a somber expression.

“Not much Yoongi, the friend basically told me the same thing her parents did. The girl doesn’t suffer from any mental disorders, she had a pretty normal life, decent friends and no seeming reason to flee town.” Namjoon explained.

Yoongi nodded, taking a look through the glass and examining the girl.

“She did mention she was acting pretty off a few days before though, paranoid it seems.” Namjoon adds with a frown.

Yoongi’s gaze slowly leaves the girl to land back on his partner, he seems to process the information before he voices his thoughts.

“You mentioned her father is terminally ill and the family isn’t in the best financial situation, could she have possibly run off to find some money? Shady business?” The detective offered.

“Possibly but why wouldn’t she at least tell her friends? Unless she was doing something very illegal.” Namjoon thought it out, suddenly considering the idea more before another thought crossed his mind.

“There’s another thing, it’s probably nothing but the friend mentioned some crush, a guy named Jaehyun. She seemed a little weird about him.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knitted together at the information and it was clear both detectives were thinking the same thing.

“A crush? Nothing more?”

“The friend denied it but she looked unsure of her answer, like she really didn’t know the full length of the relationship possibly.” Namjoon replied, eyes glued on the file in his hand.

Yoongi’s face didn’t give away much, it never really did. He had a perfected poker face and it was something that always slightly bothered the other detective for it was difficult to truly see what he was feeling or going through his head.

Suddenly, the file folder was ripped out of Namjoon's hands and he sent a glare to his colleague.

“You’re right, it could be nothing or it could be a college hook up gone terribly wrong.”

Namjoon never appreciated how drastically his partner jumped to conclusions, he supposed it was part of any detective's job to consider every possibility , no matter how unlikely it seemed but it seemed like the shorter detective always had an extreme way of working with cases with little evidence to go by.

“Looks like we need to have a talk with this Jaehyun guy.” Yoongi waved the folder in his hand before stalking away, leaving Namjoon completely flabbergasted.

As always.

—

Your skin felt sticky with sweat, you awoke with a loud gasp, inhaling the air sharply as your body sprung up. Expecting to feel the hard cushion beneath you and the familiar brick walls, you were alarmed when you realized there was no hard surface beneath you. You lay in a wide bed, soft with silk sheets and pillows that felt like mountains of clouds.

The room was large. Well, larger than the one you previously had been stuck in. Your eyes traveled to the vanity on the side, bright round bulbs lined up the mirror and all types of makeup, accessories and perfumes sat on it.

If you were being honest, part of you expected to not wake up at all, convinced that Jungkook had ultimately decided to bury a bullet inside your head after the events that took place.

It was all you had dreamed about.

The trigger going off, the image of Do-yeon’s figure just plopping onto the ground with a pool of blood to greet your knees. Whether her eyes would have fallen shut or chillingly remained opened with a soulless stare to swallow you up.

You couldn’t believe you had been willing to do that.

You couldn't believe you had almost done that if the gun had actually been loaded.

It didn’t let you rest. Do-yeon was alive, at least that’s what you thought. There was no reason for you to dwell on what could’ve been but you couldn’t help but feel like you deserved every bad thing happening to you for so willingly being ready to take someone’s life to save yourself.

“Bad dreams?” The voice was unexpected, it brought you out of your half conscious state immediately and you turned your neck to explore the layout of the room.

It was a loft-style bedroom, with a staircase to your right and at the bottom floor was evenly furnished, expensively furnished. It was wide and spacious, decorated with pretty ornaments and a neutral gray color scheme. Somehow, that made your stomach flip, such a seemingly normal room hidden within this type of foul environment was nauseating.

Your captor sat at the bottom on a sofa, legs spread out as he looked up at you.

It was then you also realized that your wrists weren’t being tugged, they didn’t burn or ache and your eyes slowly fell on them as you brought them up to your face.

You weren’t tied up.

“ Surprised?“ Jungkook spoke as he watched you with a lazy smirk.

“You shouldn’t be, ropes serve no purpose other than for punishment.” He added as he stood up with a sigh, sending you another more knowing look. “ Or maybe you like being tied up …in other ways.”

You eye him, ignoring his crude comment and frowning as you take in your surroundings one more time. That’s when it hit you to look down at yourself, your eyes slowly landing on your legs and noticing the ripped tights were no longer on your thighs.

Chin dipping, you let out a hiss at the sight of the new clothing on your body. Gray sweatpants with a matching tank top.

“You undressed me!?” You shout, feeling a shiver run through your body at the thought of him undressing you.

“Relax, I promise I didn’t peek.” His deep voice travels easily to you. You don’t miss the light and taunting tone he used. “Well, maybe a little.”

“You sick bastard, you touched-“

“I didn’t do anything but dress you, calm the hell down.” The sternness of his statement makes you shut your mouth, you nearly have to quite literally bite your tongue in order not to continue lashing out at him. Could you even trust what he told you? You supposed it didn’t even matter anymore, your body didn’t belong to you anymore in a place like this.

“Where am I?” You demand. “ Why am I here?”

“Did you forget already?“ He asks with fake amusement, walking near the staircase and leaning against it. “ You’re my new golden girl, princess.”

Your heart sank at his words, remembering what he had told you after you had pulled the trigger.

“And with that comes your new privileges, starting with your new room.” He looks around, and you notice a long slit on his pierced eyebrow, the dried blood clear.

But that’s only the less severe of his injuries, as your eyes study him more you notice more dried blood on the side of his neck. You squint, seeing an earring missing from his left ear, the cross earring you so very much hated. You couldn’t make out the wound in detail from where you sat but you still found yourself wincing at the sight of it .

That had to hurt, you thought to yourself.

“Don’t you like it?” He turns back to you, his upper lift lifting to reveal his upper teeth in a patronizing smile. “ I think it’s rather fitting for such a spoiled little princess .”

His last words came out in a sneer, a dark glare forming in his gaze that revealed the simmering anger that he had yet to cool down from. He was clearly still upset with your attempted escape, and that brought you a bit of joy, seeing him upset in any way was rewarding to you.

“Why are you doing this? After trying to escape, why give me this luxury?” You spit at him, it was as if the events that occurred the night before had never happened in the first place. No matter how much he threatened you, you wouldn’t become a puppet to him.

“And where is Do-yeon?” You add, your eyes lingering on the nasty cut on his eyebrow and on the reddish tint that covered his face. His hair was out of place too, messily swept to one side.

Jungkook licked his lips, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t tell me you’re concerned for the girl you nearly blew the brains out of?” He taunted with a sinister tone, he sounded amused as if he truly found the situation entertaining.

“Don’t worry, princess. She’s none of your concern. In fact, I bet she would be very thankful for you right now.” He raised both his eyebrows with a practiced look of genuine concern that made his doe eyes seem boyish for a second.

“Because of you, I have no use for her anymore so I handed her off to my buddies.” He explained, voice lowering. “ They must be taking great care of her, they’ve always loved sharing my leftovers.”

Your mouth curls in disgust, your skin crawling at the thought of Do-yeon being stuck with more men like him and being made to do god knows what.

Then Mina’s words entered your mind.

“My cousin may be cruel but there’s others here much worse than him.”

“Although, they are into some rather odd stuff.” Jungkook continued with his torment. “And they hate disobedience, much like me.”

He took a step forward, slowly starting to climb the staircase.

“But unlike me,” He kept his dark eyes on you. “They aren’t as kind to the girls, not very big on the ‘no hitting women’ policy.”

When he made it to the top of the steps, he paused, eyes traveling to your worn out appearance and the way you stiffened immediately.

“And you are?” You threw back at him, finding it hard to believe he was excluded from the terrible acts they did to the girls here.

His eyes narrowed , taking heavy steps towards the bed.

“You tell me. If I was a worse man, you’d be in a body bag right now after that little stunt you pulled.” He bit out, keeping his intense gaze on you. “ Maybe I’d even ship the body bag back to your parents, right on their doorstep.”

The blood drained from your face, hating how much his words struck you. You immediately imagined your parent’s faces, their broken expressions upon seeing your corpse. Your little brother’s face.

“Or,” He thought for a moment, now looking down at your figure. “ You could be a good little broken doll, you know how many sick fucks would pay to see you just limp and unconscious while men did unspeakable things to you?”

You sucked in a breath, somehow despising that scenario even more.

Jungkook watched your reaction, an unreadable look on his face despite the clear sinister words he had uttered out his mouth.

“So yes, I do think I’m rather kind.” He finished, lips twitching when he noticed your frozen stance.

“Why me?” You blurt out and watch his expression change instantly, not seeming to expect the sudden question.

“Why choose me over Do-yeon? Over your golden girl? Huh?” It didn’t make any sense to you, why would he trade you, a complete stranger who he had just kidnapped over a girl who was seemingly his favorite for a while, someone so striking and willing to please him.

Why me? The nausea hadn’t gone away, it only got worse with how much the question ran through your head. You tried to figure out the reason for his sudden interest in you, did he simply take joy in terrorizing you?

Jungkook was silent for a long moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer your question at all but then he placed his hands on the mattress, leaning forward as you sat there, refusing to back up despite the sheer terror that ran through you.

“I always like to break my new toys before handing them off to the others.” He told you. His face was so close that your noses nearly touched.

“Ruin them for others.” He lifted a piece of your hair, tugging it surprisingly hard that you nearly let out a yelp.

You glared at him.

“Make them remember how much they are going to miss me when I let them go,” He hissed. “How much they are going to beg to return to me even when they claimed to hate me so much.”

You were sure you’d rather put a bullet through your own head before ever begging him.

As if he could read your thoughts, he let go of your hair before gripping the side of your face, bringing you closer and you nearly fell right onto him with the sudden pull he gave you.

“We are going to have a fun time together, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond to him, his lips met yours in a harsh kiss. Your face scrunched up instantly and you attempted to pull away from it but Jungkook’s hands gripped the back of your neck, further pushing you onto his mouth . Half his body was on you as your hands attempted to pull his weight off, your hands throwing pathetic punches towards his shoulders.

When he finally let go, you gasped for air immediately but not before you went to lunge at him.

He caught your arms with ease, pushing you back against the mattress and away from him, dodging your attempts to hit him.

“If you can’t even handle a little kiss from me then I do worry how you are meant to manage.” He chuckled, taking long strides back towards the staircase and you practically sneered at him. You pushed hair out of your face, the force of his push had sent you completely flying face-down on the bed.

You wiped your swollen lips with the back of your hand, hating how much he thought he had a right to you.

“Fucking asshole.” You hiss, clenching your jaw as you see him already reach the bottom of the stairs and make his exit out the room.

Your glare is set on him as he opens the metal door, clearly locked with a passcode that you will never know the code of. He lifts his gaze up to you, meeting your eyes as an amused expression still sits on his face.

“Careful, I’m really starting to like that attitude.”

Your face instantly falls and his lips quirk up at the sight, sending you one last look before the sound of the door echoed shut throughout your cage.

—

The hot shower steamed up the glass on the sliding doors, the mist quickly filled the bathroom and suffocated it. Jungkook lifted his head up, letting the water run down his face as he ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stand the stench of iron on his shirt anymore, soaked with his Do-yeon’s blood from pathetic attempts that only sealed her fate further.

Not only that, his shirt had also been stained with the blood of his cousin from the hard hit to her head.

He felt for Mina, he really did but she was incredibly stupid for letting her guard down. If Jungkook had taught her anything, it was that you never turn your back on your enemy, that included the hostage. His cousin knew better, he knew Mina had been trained well enough so he knew that her moment of weakness was due to her close relationship with you.

He had to remind himself to make it clear to her that she couldn’t let that happen again.

He shut off the shower, sliding open the door and stepping out. Wrapping a towel around his waist loosely , he ran his palm across the mirror and took a look at his scratched up face. The cut on his eyebrow was still visible but less so now that the dried blood has washed off. Nonetheless, it looked like it would leave an ugly scar, a long open slit through the eyebrow was already forming.

Do-yeon had been a pain in the ass to get rid of, it’s as if the girl had already known the fate that awaited her with Jimin and Taehyung because she had resisted with every last bit of her strength.

She had twisted in his grip, flailing her arms around like a mad woman and begged him to not do it. In her frantic actions, she had gripped his hair and when he went to remove her hand, her perfectly manicured long nails had dragged along his face, nearly ripping his piercing out completely with the amount of desperation she had fought with. She didn’t stop there though. When he had pulled her off him, she lunged back into him with greater force, ripping the earring off his ear, causing blood to gush out immediately.

But alas, she couldn’t escape it. Jungkook had grown angrier by the minute and practically threw her out the luxurious room that was once her safe space and into the hands of the duo with the worst reputation in the building.

If Jungkook had even half the heart, he would have thought twice about sentencing her to such a cruel fate that would end in non-stop suffering. He knew of their ways, he had not been lying to you when he said that some men here didn’t have any morals left.

Why would they when they were already committing one of the most heinous of acts?

But Jungkook didn’t even have a quarter of a heart when it came to Do-yeon anymore. Whatever little sympathy or care he may have once for her had completely vanished the moment he saw her on that fence, ready to make a run for it. His rules were always simple, don’t bite the hands that feed you.

And he wasn’t the forgiving type.

However, something deeper brewed underneath him. The imagine of you was ingrained in his mind, it had been the moment he saw you though that webcam you had dumbly not covered. Your face was pretty, very pretty but it wasn’t anything out of this world and he knew that. With the type of business he was in, he had seen dozens and dozens of pretty faces over the years, some that could give models a run for their money.

But he thought you would make a good addition, you were cute and had a normal enough appearance. Some viewers liked the less luxurious look, some favored a more subtle appearance that didn’t stand out much for whatever reason. That had been his excuse, that you would be good business and a new fun thing to play with.

It wasn’t completely true though. Jungkook’s liking towards you was stubborn, more stubborn than the average want to just try out another new pretty face. He couldn’t understand what was so different about you because there wasn’t anything different about you.

Yet you had struck a nerve with him, the determination you had and how quickly you had moved into action. Most girls were too afraid to anger anyone here when they first came, too in shock to even react to the circumstances but your fear was no match for your anger. Even a moment ago, he could tell how scared you were but you were too prideful to show it, putting on a brave face in front of him as if he couldn’t see past it.

You reminded him of himself in a way.

Putting up a tough act and steel font to protect yourself.

Except his wasn’t an act or a font. He wanted to show you he could easily break down those steel walls of yours. You were no match for him.

So why did you make him so angry? You infuriated him. Ever since he found you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Nothing seemed to distract him enough, he had a tendency to get obsessed with the chase, the stalking and tracking down of new girls for the business.

But once he caught them and brought them here, he never bothered much with them after that.

Not with you though.

His fascination should have been dying down by now but why did only seem to be growing? He didn’t like the feeling inside him. It was intoxicating, he felt so feverish when he had watched you sleep earlier.

When he was taking off your clothes earlier to change you, he hadn’t been lying to you when he said he hadn’t done anything else. He was tempted to, so tempted but his eyes took you in your face instead. The way small puffs of air left your plump lips. His attention was purely on the way your face scrunched up every so often, as if you were experiencing the worst nightmare. Which you were, he supposed. His fingers had trailed your collarbone, relishing in the softness of your skin. It had reminded him of when he had sneaked into your room all those weeks ago, how he’d taken pictures of your exposed neck. It was his favorite part of your body for some reason, perhaps he simply loved to imagine his fingers around your neck, tightening until you begged him to stop with choked breaths. Once he had finished dressing you, he had called for a medic to check on you just to be sure you didn’t have any further injuries and to confirm that your state of unconscious had only been because of how worn out you had been.

He didn’t like the discomfort and skittishness he felt seeing you so lifeless, it was the first time you had looked so at peace since you had got here . But somehow he preferred you with that fire and hatred in your eyes.

You weren’t supposed to still be inside his head.

You weren’t supposed to be making him feel this way.

He was supposed to shoot you the moment he saw you fall from that fence, getting ready to sprint. He should’ve shot you but he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. This problem would have been easily solved if you were simply just another corpse to get rid of.

A loud knock on his door brought him back to reality, away from his haunting thoughts.

“Come in.” He replied loudly as he slipped out of the bathroom.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” The man announced as stepped inside and took a glance at the younger boy’s naked chest that was covered with ink on nearly every inch. Jin himself was dressed in his usual attire that nearly everyone there wore like a uniform. All black .

“Shut the hell up.” Jungkook grumbled walking past him to grab the clothes off the chair that sat at the corner.

“What’s up with your shit mood, thought you got that little new girl back. “ Jin shut the door with the heel of his boot, the sound echoing throughout the wide and long corridors on the other side.

“I did.” Jungkook clipped. “So I don’t want to hear shit from you about how I nearly risked the entire business for some random girl.”

Jin was quiet as he stood by the door. By the sound of his tone, he didn’t probe the younger boy any further. Jungkook would admit he was quite foul when he wasn’t in a good mood. Which was nearly always.

“I know what I’m doing, I always know what I’m doing.” Jungkook sent a harsh glare towards Jin, making it clear.

The older man sent him a hard look in return, not looking exactly convinced by the words or by his attitude.

“And what about your golden girl? I heard she made quite a scene as well.” Jin asked casually, amusement in his tone as he leaned against the wall behind him. Jungkook knew that Jin really couldn’t care less about Do-yeon but he was aware of how long Jungkook had kept her around and he wasn’t a fan of it at all. He remembered all the subtle and not so subtle warnings Jin had thrown at him, urging him to cut ties before things got ugly.

“Do-yeon’s not my problem anymore and much less my golden girl.” Jungkook scoffed, a humorless smile hinting at his lips as rage filled him.

“She could end up in a ditch after Jimin and Taehyung are done with her for all I care.”

Jin hummed in agreement, seemingly glad to hear the detachment in his voice. Jin had made it clear that he thought the girl would end up being trouble, she had gotten too comfortable over the years, sometimes acting like she was above some of the other guys in charge here. Jin thought it was dangerous, he was starting to think Jungkook had indeed formed an attachment to Do-yeon that was more than just physical.

It was stupid of him to think that, Jungkook thought.

He knew his limits and while Do-yeon was gorgeous, that was all she was to him. She had been good to him, really good for years but there was nothing to get attached to.

She was a girl like any other, nothing more and nothing less.

It was better to keep things distant, professional and strictly business when it came to the girls here. They couldn’t be given any glimmer of hope.

“So is the new girl your golden girl now?” Jin teased, crossing his arms as he watched Jungkook finish dressing. Jin never bothered much with favorites, he wanted to keep himself away from them as possible and whatever temptations he had were quickly shut down by his own logical mind. He never involved himself with the same girl twice, that’s just how he preferred it.

Jungkook was an interesting case, that’s what the others here told him. They said he had an air of almost loyalty to him. Jungkook nearly laughed in their faces when they mentioned that, it sounded ridiculous but he couldn’t deny that he had always picked favorites. From the very beginning he would focus on a particular girl and then drop her when he got sick or bored of her.

“For now.” Jungkook simply replied, buckling his belt.

“Doesn’t sound too promising, maybe you should hand her over to Hoseok.” Jin suggested.

That made Jungkook look up sharply, frowning instantly.

“What?”

“Yeah, he mentioned he found her really cute when he snatched her back up for you.” Jin let out a chuckle, obviously taking the piss out of the whole situation.

Jungkook didn’t find it funny though, his lips were set in a straight line as his jaw tensed.

“Tell Hoseok to keep his fucking dick in his pants, at least while he’s with my cousin.” Jungkook spit out, his already sour mood worsening with the very thought of not only that douchebag blatantly cheating on his cousin but him getting anywhere near you sent him over the edge.

He tried to keep the flame at bay but it only worsened the more he tried to suppress his unwelcoming emotions.

“Since when have you cared about monogamy that much? You had no problem sharing Do-yeon from time to time.”

That was different, Jungkook wanted to snap but the words were so foreign even to him.

The thought of any other men here even touching you sent a distasteful image to his head, maybe it was selfishness but Jungkook knew the moment you would act up with someone else here, they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you. You were not theirs to touch and much less hurt, it enraged him to even think about it.

“Since now.” His words were final. “I don’t give a shit, I’m not sharing.”

Jin knew to back off when he said that, clearly realizing he hit a sensitive spot with both the new girl and Mina. He never knew Jungkook to be that territorial with the women in his life but he supposed he shouldn’t be that shocked, he always had a strong personality that didn’t allow him to take a lot of things lightly.

“Speaking of Mina, are you sure we can trust her not to crack with the authorities?” Jin swiftly changed the subject to more serious matters. He had been worried ever since Mina went back in town, knowing the police were likely questioning right now.

“Mina may be clumsy and an idiot half the time,”Jungkook reasoned with a heavy sigh. “ But she’s loyal, she would never betray me.”

Jin knew he was right, nobody would have allowed her into this business if they suspected she would rat them out at the first chance she got. She had always been on top of everything, despite her clear distaste for it.

Still, he knew how much detectives loved to play mind games in order to corner the suspects.

“How long do you think until she’s in the clear?”

“Couple weeks maybe,” Jungkook shrugged, seeming to calculate the exact time in his head. “She needs to stay in town for a while to not raise any suspicion. It won’t be that long before they consider it a cold case, Y/n is not a minor or a child so they won’t prioritize it as much.”

“Or even better, consider Jaehyun the number one suspect and murderer.” He added with a raised brow, proud smirk forming on his lips and Jin knitted his eyebrows as his gaze narrowed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jungkook had moved in front of his mirror, hissing as he further examined the wound on his ear.

“What a little bitch..” He mumbled as the memory of Do-yeon’s nails surfaced again.

“You better not have done some stupid shit, I’m serious.” Jin warned behind him, his tone lowering. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Relax, it’s just some fabricated messages. Light work for me.” He replied with a smirk, unable to hide the cynical pleasure he took in the situation.

Jin eyed him with clear uncertainty, his face hardening. If he knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he always took things too far. He knew the younger boy like the back of his hand, had an impulsive nature that didn’t blend well with his malicious tendencies.

“What will they find on that classmate’s computer?” Jin asked lowly.

Jungkook’s eyes met his through the mirror but he wasn’t the least bit put off by Jin’s intimidation. Nobody here frightened him.

“I’m just not a fan of history majors.” Jungkook told him instead with an innocent look that made his doe eyes gleam. That made Jin nearly let out a low chuckle of utter disbelief before he shook his head and opened the door, sending him one last warning look.

“Whatever, just make sure your cousin doesn’t fuck this up.”

—

“Excuse me.”

The muffled voice went unnoticed by you, along with the sound of a key card sliding.

You had been going insane stuck inside this room, the said ‘luxuries’ were no comfort at all. Sure, they may serve as a temporary relief from the awful ropes they had tied you with on your arrival here but it didn’t erase the reality. It was nothing but that, a distraction.

A gilded cage.

In a way, you had almost preferred that Jungkook had kept you in the old room, at least no memories that constantly shoved your utter betrayal in your face were in there. Even if there wasn’t anything particularly unique about the bedroom, nothing that indicated Do-yeon had lived here for years. You could just imagine her here, sitting where you now sat.

You had searched for any small thing that was hers, an accessory, a hairbrush, makeup even. But there was nothing. Everything looked brand new, untouched. All the makeup was unopened, the hair brushes had not one piece of hair on them and the accessories were all still packaged in small boxes.

You wondered if the smell of the sheets were the only thing left of her but even those smelled freshly washed with the strong scent of detergent coating them.

It disturbed you how easily he managed to get rid of her and not leave a single trace behind in what used to be her room. In a strange way, it almost made you feel like a home wrecker of some sort.

You couldn’t help but think that was bound to happen to you too.

When would Jungkook get rid of you and toss you out? When will he erase every trace of you in this room for the next girl who met the same path? Was it all just a vicious cycle? The thought made you fist up the comforter underneath you, unable to hold down the displeasure.

You needed to figure out where Do-yeon was now.

“Hello? I’m sorry to disturb you but they told me to come get you.” You finally glanced down to the bottom floor, your eyes landing on who the feminine voice belonged to.

A girl stood here, she didn’t look much younger than you but she definitely looked more meek. She was short, a look of pure uncertainty had taken over face as she peeked into the room.

“I-I’m meant to take you to the cafeteria for lunch.”

That made you reluctantly stand from the bed but you couldn’t help the confusion you felt with every one of her words. You eyed her with uneasiness as you slowly made your way down the steps.

“Who are you?” You ask and for the first time today, your mind wanders to Mina. Where was she? A dark thought passed through you, one that wondered if you had injured her severely to the point of head trauma.

Another even more sinister thought came flooding in after that, one that asked you why you would even care. Mina was the reason you were here, if anything , you wished she was dead. Death was little to pay for what she had done to you.

That cynical part of your mind concerned you, it was far too easy for you to access it and wish death upon those who wronged you but you couldn’t help it. You were always the type to hold grudges and this was one you would take to your grave.

“Uh…” The girl stalled as she seemed to debate answering the question. “ Jiyeon.”

As you neared the door, you took a better look at her scared figure. She wore simple clothes, similar to ones Jungkook had dressed you in. A gray tank top but she wore matching shorts instead of sweat pants.

“Did Jungkook send you?”

“No,” She replied, unable to keep your gaze. “Jin did.”

Who was Jin?

“Who’s that?”

“Um, he’s the person in charge of us.” She licks her lips. “Well, one of them.”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing ahead of her towards the empty corridors.

“Cafeteria? Is that where all the girls eat?” You ask shakily, your mind instantly going towards Do-yeon.

Was she there? If she was, you needed to talk to her.

Jiyeon simply nods, a look of impatience flashing her eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.” You nod and she hesitantly steps aside, no longer blocking the exit and you waste no time to get out of the room.

It quickly comes to your attention that you’re not sure how you are meant to navigate this factory, everything looks too similar. The long illuminated corridors resembled the exact ones Mina had taken you through but it couldn’t be the same one. At least, that’s what you thought.

You imagine it must’ve been on purpose or simply the way the factory was originally built. It didn’t provide any unique starting point or a way to memorize certain doors or hallways. It was intended to be confusing, it was meant to install doubt at every corner and leave you wondering what actually sat behind each door.

The girl walked in hurried yet unsteady steps. She kept glancing back at you every other second, afraid she’d somehow lose sight of you when it was merely impossible for you to go anywhere without her knowledge. You felt yourself quickly feeling sorry for the girl, she was just like you. One more captive.

You wondered if maybe you would look just as scared as her one day. That instead of building more resistance, you’d get every ounce of bravery sucked out of you and eventually cower completely and give up.

“How long have you been here for?” The question naturally flies out your mouth as you stare down at your socked feet padding against the floors.

The girl is quiet, looking over her shoulder at you then her eyes drift to the upper corners of the walls.

“I’m not sure,” She says, shrugging. “Months.”

She didn’t know?

Of course she didn’t, they probably didn’t keep them up to date on anything here. They were left completely in the dark about everything and they’d soon start to forget how many days or weeks had passed.

“How….how’d they find you?”

There was a long pause before she answered.

“I don’t know …I just came across a job offering online. It was for some private company.” Jiyeon slowed her steps a bit. “He was nice, really nice.”

You swallowed, feeling your stomach flip.

“Who was?”

“The guy.” Her voice wavered, a new emotion taking over. “ The one who stuck me inside a van as soon as our ‘interview’ was over .”

Your head felt tight with the twisted thoughts that swirled inside , each one so sinister and dreadful. You were in fact not special, your case couldn’t be unique. These girls had been preyed on by men just like Jungkook, maybe not exactly the same way but that’s what made it more alarming. They had different methods of catching the victims, some probably more subtle and discreet than others.

Before you could question her further, you both came down to what looked like a dead-end that reminded too much of the path you and Do-yeon had faced in your failed escape. However, Jiyeon stopped before you reached that dead-end and turned to a pair of large doors to your right, with surprising windows that let your peer inside.

Your eyes took in all the girls inside, most sitting on what looked to be cafeteria style tables and some walking around the wide space. The doors were pulled open by the girl in front of you and you hurried inside , your gaze determined to land on Do-yeon. The room had no windows as expected, no way of bystander even catching a glimpse of the hell inside here.

What first caught your attention was someone staring at you . You looked to the side, seeing a guy with a lean figure standing with his arms lazily crossed over his chest who had seemed to have been watching over the girls before he had taken interest in your arrival. His hair was a bleached blonde, falling gracefully along his face that was made up of both sharp and soft features.

His slit-eyed gaze in particular was a bit overwhelming but his overall expression was welcoming, kind even.

He sent a wide smile your way, eyes crinkling at the corners as he motioned for you to come over.

“That’s Jimin.” Jiyeon whispered to you before you both walked in sync towards him.

“This our new girl?” He asked, in a voice of silk. Jiyeon gave him a single curt nod, immediately stiffening.

“Yes, I was told to bring her to eat here.” She says as her eyes are glued to the floor and you raise an eyebrow in question.

She looked petrified.

The guy, Jimin, studied her for a moment. He didn’t look the least bit upset or angry which is why you were a little put off by how the girl looked like she was ready to vomit all over herself. Color drained from her face, coming and going as you saw the tips of her fingers twitch with nerves.

“Right,” Jimin says, eyes landing on you for a mere second and then he taps Jiyeon’s chin with two fingers. “Keycard, please?”

She quickly reaches behind her, pulling out the card from the waistband of her shorts and hands it over to him. He takes it swiftly, the card disappearing somewhere inside his back pocket before you could catch a good glimpse of it.

“Thank you,” He emphasizes with a brighter smile and you can’t deny he was handsome. You wonder if that’s also meant to mean something, were the men here specifically young and attractive to lure girls in? You didn’t doubt it one bit.

“What a doll, as always.” His tone is light and friendly as he points behind him. “Why don’t you go grab a bite? Before the food gets cold.”

Jiyeon didn’t linger for even a second, her legs worked faster than her brain because she was out of his sight before he had even finished his last sentence. He seemed to notice it too, his eyes trailing behind her and at the way she scurried off. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

You instantly felt compelled to follow her so you quickly began making your way towards the direction she went but Jimin’s voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I didn’t say you could go.”

Halting, you turn to glance at him over your shoulder. His tone had been sharp but his expression held no sign of it.

He gave a grin instead.

“I’m just messing with you, relax.” He sounded so sickeningly sweet. “You new ones are always so jumpy.”

You eyed him with obvious suspicion, turning to look ahead of you at all the dozens of girls who sat on the worn out cafeteria tables. They all held similar expressions, some more unnerved than others and some even looking slightly bored. It was clear who were the ones that had been here a while, they looked defeated and lifeless. Your eyes caught sight of Jiyeon again, a tray of food in her hands as she cautiously walked to an open spot at a table. Her eyes alert and wide, like she was always expecting something to jump at her.

“She’s not new.” You pointed out.

You didn’t know if Jimin had heard you until he walked up beside you which made you almost flinch away. His eyes followed yours.

“She’s always been like that.” He told you in an informative tone. “You should’ve seen her when I was interviewing her. Shaking in her seat.”

You took in his words, remembering what Jiyeon had just told you. An interview.

This was the guy who took her.

“To be fair, she wouldn’t have gotten the job anyway. Even if it was real.” He teased as he leaned closer to you.

“It’s really a shame but the ones I choose aren’t the brightest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a hot ball of anger in the pit of your stomach. His sweet tone didn’t match the words he’d say at all, it was infuriating to say the least.

“ I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just pointing out the obvious.” He leaned back, sighing. “If some of these girls were smarter they wouldn’t fall for such sketchy internet scams.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to not feel guilty for kidnapping innocent girls?”

You should have held your tongue, you had already been warned before by Mina and Jungkook. You knew better and your instincts told you to keep quiet but yet your mouth seemed to move on its own. To your surprise though, Jimin didn’t look angry or put off by what you said.

He sent you a tight-lipped smile.

“No,” He hums. “I never said I felt guilty.”

That made you fall silent, you couldn’t help but feel a little shocked at the way no emotion crossed his eyes. Just a vacant stare.

“Of course, why would I expect anything more from sick bastards like you.” You say.

His smile didn’t falter but his eyes squinted a bit as they roamed you.

“I can see you haven’t been properly trained yet.” You kept your hard stare on him. “ Funny, I’d imagined you’d be after what you pulled.”

Jimin’s hands moved behind his back, taking a step closer. The scent of rosewood hit your nostrils.

“I wonder if our Jungkook has gone soft?” He whispered.

Hardly, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was anything but soft, he was absolutely insane and cruel. Has this guy lost his mind? Was he simply joking with you? Or worse, was what Jungkook had told you in fact true?

You didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think that Jungkook was your best option here because it couldn’t be true. Not after the way he treated you. Not after making you do that to Do-yeon and tossing her to the side like damaged goods.

“Jimin.” The call of his name made him slowly turn his head, his attention ripped away from you and towards another guy behind you both.

The man looked slightly older but his face was youthful, and of course, he was also stunning. It was starting to get insulting at this point. His dark hair was at a similar length as Jungkook’s but his features were vastly different. They were much more softer and subtle, a look of elegance almost. He was lean and tall, significantly taller than the guy in front of you right now.

He gave Jimin a warning look, tilting his head to motion him to follow him.

Jimin turned back to you, seeming to take you in again before another one of those chilling bright smiles returned to his face.

“It was nice meeting you, doll.” He said in a tone that dripped of false sincerity. “ I’m sure you’ll be much more pleasant next time I see you.”

You didn’t want to know what he meant by that but you felt the air return to you when he turned to leave at last, walking towards the other man waiting for him. They disappeared behind a corner, leading who knows where and you were left alone to contemplate your horrible nightmare yet again.

Something about that guy was so off. You almost laughed at your conclusion, there was something obviously off with every man here. They were human traffickers for god’s sake.

The quiet chattering that filled the room made you turn your attention back to what you came here to find. The girls seemed to actually be allowed to converse amongst themselves to your surprise. For some reason, you imagined that even that was also prohibited.

When you made your way towards the countless tables, some girls stared but most kept their head down or angled to whoever they were talking to. You should have made your way to get some food but despite your growling stomach, all you could focus on was finding the girl you had thrown under the bus in the worst possible way.

For a second, the thought of her not being here crosses your mind and that sets you into a quiet panic. If she wasn’t here that must have meant she was somewhere you couldn’t access her easily. This seemed like the only place you could get a solid chance of talking to her and finding out if she was okay. You didn’t know when else you’d be able to get a hold of her. Or if you ever would cross paths again knowing how Jungkook seemed beyond upset with you earlier for even mentioning her name.

“Sorry,” You mumble when you nearly bump into a random girl in your attempt to hurriedly push through the crowded area.

She didn’t acknowledge you as she went about her way. Your eyes non-intentionally followed her and your heart nearly stopped completely when you noticed her sit a comfortable distance away from a familiar face.

Do-yeon’s head hung low in a cowering position. Her dark hair covered most of her face except for the front view that you caught a clear glimpse of. Her arms rested on the table, a tray of food untouched in front of her. Her fists were clenched as she seemed to stare blankly downwards.

You wasted no time in rushing over to her and taking a seat s. right across from her. Thankfully nobody seemed to be within ear-shot. Not that it mattered, every girl here had likely been through worse already.

“Do-yeon.” You say in a gasped whisper.

She looks up with a flinch, her expression morphing into one of clear fear. You force yourself to hold in another gasp as you eye the purple bruise forming on the right side of her upper cheek. It has hues of green on the outer sides and it looked horribly swollen. It caused her eye to appear significantly heavy-lidded and droopy.

But other than that, her entire demeanor looked vastly different from what you had previously seen of her. It resembled the exact way she had appeared that moment Jungkook had caught both of you on the fence.

She looked utterly defeated.

“What happened to you? Who did that?”

Do-yeon seemed to take a second to process you were in front of her, her eyes scanned you as she knitted her eyebrows together.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” She whispered to you, taking a quick glance around. “Does Jungkook know you’re here?”

You felt a pinch of annoyance at her glossing over your question but you were also left confused.

“Isn’t this where all the girls eat?” You ask and let out a sigh. “Forget that, tell me what happened to you.”

She shook her head. “The golden girl doesn’t eat at the cafeteria, you’re not supposed to be here-“

“Do-yeon.” You snap at her. “ I don’t give a shit, what happened to you?”

A frown took over her lips as she swallowed. She blinked rapidly, evidently trying to withhold tears.

“What do you think?” She asked with a sneer that took you by surprise.

You felt your heartbeat pick up again, it no longer felt frozen in your chest but this time it felt like it was slowly shattering apart with every beat.

“He threw me to the side after taking him for granted.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes burned into yours. “No, throwing me to the side would have been a blessing.”

“He threw me to a pair of wolves that are worse than him.”

“They hit you.” You confirm as bile threatens to raise up your throat, staring at the bruise.

Some part of you hoped that Jungkook had been lying just to scare you, that it was a tactic he used on every girl here in order to get them to submit.

“They do worse than that.” Do-yeon states as her jaw tightens.

“I’m so sorry.” Your throat closes up as the guilt practically starts eating you alive. “This all my fault, I -I can try to convince Jungkook to take you back, I promise I’ll -“

“No.” She cuts you off a firm grip on your wrist.

“Jungkook isn’t going to take me back. He isn’t the forgiving type.” She tells with a definitive tone. “I knew that before I took the risk.”

The hope inside your chest deflates further as your mind scrambles to find any sort of solution.

“No, no there has to be something I can-“

“What fantasy are you still living in?” Do-yeon presses with an incredulous look taking over her broken eyes. “Do you not see where you’re at right now? Has it not hit you yet?”

You shut your mouth, lips set in a straight line as it takes everything in you not to reply back to her with a snide remark. It takes a moment for you to realize it, for the fire inside you to dim as you really take in what she’s saying.

She was right, you had not accepted it. You didn’t consider yourself one of these girls yet, you didn’t want to see yourself in them. Accepting this was a form of submission to you, a sign that you needed to adapt. That’s the last thing you wanted to do. For whatever reason, you refused to see yourself as one of them, you had deluded yourself into thinking that maybe it would be different for you and that it would be temporary.

That you still had a chance of making it out.

How stupid could you be? You were no different , the reality of it pierced through you in the most excruciating way. There is nothing that would make you lead a different path than any of the girls here.

“Do you know how rare it is for girls to escape these situations? Huh?” Her words plead to knock some sense into your stubborn head.

“Has anyone ever escaped here?” You throw back at her, your lips trembling.

Do-yeon gives you a long stare, and you swear you see a flash of pity in it.

“If they did, we never knew about it.” She replies. “They’d never let us know if they managed to make it out.”

So, she didn’t know for sure that nobody had escaped. You hated how that little pathetic knowledge made you glimmer with hope again.

It was so rare and it most likely was never going to be you who escaped.

“Your best chance is to stay on Jungkook’s good side. You need to stay with him as long as you can.” Do-yeon's grip tightened even more on your wrist, her nails digging into your skin.

“And what? Become his little pet until he realizes he’s bored-“

“Yes.” She says louder. “Jungkook must see something he likes in you if he was so willing to get rid of me without a second thought.”

“Use it to your advantage, make sure he never trades you for another and much less…pass you to the other men here.” She whispers the last part, sending you a distasteful look that served as enough warning to you.

“As much as I hate him, I’d give anything to go back to him right now.” You hate the crack in her voice when she says it.

“Why are you helping me when I’m the one who did this to you?” You ask, shaking your head as you try to get her to release her grip on you.

“Because I’m not a fucking bitch? You’re not the one who put me here, you’re just another victim like the rest of us.” Do-yeon looks as if she was ready to slap you and you don’t blame her, you’re beginning to get defensive because you don’t like what she’s implying.

Because what she’s implying is you needing to do exactly what Mina had told you from the start, to listen and accommodate.

“What about you!” You hiss at her, lowering your face to hers.

You pointed towards her face and saw her wince.

“What about me?” She takes another breath. “There’s nothing you can do about me, worry about yourself.”

No.

“I’ll worry about getting us the hell out of here.”

Do-yeon lips form a sad smile.

“You need to get real, at the end we are all going to look out for ourselves only.” She tells you as she finally lets go of your wrist. “I thought you’d know that very well already.”

You knew she was referring to what had happened the last time you were together. The very thing you had avoided bringing up and that was still killing you inside. How you didn’t hesitate to put that gun up her head in order to save yourself.

“I-I panicked.” You stammer, eyes widening. “I didn’t want to do that, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Do-yeon shook her head, eyes glossy. “ You did what anyone else would, you did what I couldn’t. That’s how you survive here.”

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from letting out a sob, your face twisting .

“I really hope your tough girl approach to everything isn’t an act.” She tells with a serious look taking over her pretty features.

“And if it is, you better not let Jungkook find out.”

This threw you off, if Do-yeon had been begging you to please Jungkook and stay on his good side, why wouldn’t she want your toughness to be an act? What did she mean by that? You thought for a second if she meant it in a deeper sense. That maybe she wasn’t referring to physical defiance against him but emotional defiance.

Perhaps what she meant was that you couldn’t let him break who you were and realize you were as easily disposable as she had been.

You felt horrible for even thinking that but was it not the truth? Do-yeon herself was implying that you couldn’t let what happened to her, happen to you.

“I will help you, I promise-“

You paused when your eyes landed on a familiar figure a few away. Your stomach dropped when you realized Jungkook was here, his back was facing you but you could easily identify him. The numerous tattoos on both his arms were recognizable anywhere and even more so with the sleeveless tank top he seemed to be wearing now. His head turned, his sharp side profile further confirming it was him.

He was talking to someone but you couldn’t quite make out who was in front of him. You avoided straightening your posture to try and look over the multiple heads that were in your way of getting a clear view in fear of catching his attention.

“Why bother making promises you can’t keep.” Do-yeon’s voice forced your attention back to her but your eyes kept nervously traveling back to his figure.

She seemed to notice your distracted gaze because she turned around to follow your eye-line.

“Shit,” She said below her breath. “You can’t let him see you with me.”

“What? Why?”

“Are you stupid? Jungkook is a paranoid bastard, he will assume you’re plotting something with me and you’re not exactly on his best side right now.” She tells you and turns to hide herself behind her hair again.

“Get away from here. It won’t end well for either of us if we’re seen together.”

You decide to take her advice due to the sheer panic in her voice and the fact that you truly didn’t know what Jungkook would do to her if he did see you both together. Pulling yourself away from the bench, you walk towards the further back of the room where more girls sat watching their lunch. You don’t exactly know what your plan is but you try to look as casual as possible as you follow a group of girls who seem to be going in the direction of the top shelves that hold some unappetizing food to them.

Trying your best to hide yourself behind them, you copied their actions and picked up a plastic tray from the stack of them in front of you. You reach over to grab a banana from the small pile of fruit and your first mistake is to take another sneaky glance towards Jungkook.

At first, he only seems to be scanning the area with a jaded look on his face but before you could avert your gaze away from him, his eyes trap you in place. He does double take and you flinch your head down quickly but you knew it was too late.

He saw you.

“Fuck,” You curse, trying to busy yourself piling on different foods on your tray as you hope and pray he simply thinks he saw wrong.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous, it wasn’t like you had walked here yourself but everything about him made you squirm. You weren’t sure how he’d react to anything or what little thing could set him off and take it out on you.

Sure enough, you soon felt a hand on your shoulder that practically hauled your entire body around.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You look up at him, his eyes narrowed down at you but you could tell there was confusion behind his question as well.

“A girl brought me here.” You say as you attempt to get out of his grip but he only responds by grabbing your arm instead, pulling you away from the cafeteria top shelf and leaving your tray abandoned.

“What girl?” He demands, his dark eyebrows pinching together and you notice he must've showered not long ago due to the damp hair and spotless skin. There was no dried blood in sight anymore, his neck was clean of it. The cross earring was indeed no longer on his ear, a small wound was in its place. You really hadn’t imagined the severity of his injuries, his earlobe remained awfully swollen.

“I don’t know.” You snap in a defensive tone as you tug against him.

“You don’t know?” Jungkook tilts his head, looking behind him at the countless girls who sat ahead. “Point to her then.”

You stare at him, that fire inside you returning .

“She said her name was Jiyeon.” You spit out.

He turns back to look at you, an unreadable expression taking over his face and then he sighs.

“Was that so hard, princess?” He leans forward, pinching your cheek like one would do to a child as a form of endearment.

You slap his hand away and scowl at him.

“Why can’t I be here? Isn’t it the cafeteria where every girl eats?”

“You’re not just any girl,” He simply states. “ Do I have to keep reminding you of your place?”

“Then why did they drag me here?”

“I have the same question.” A hard look takes over his eyes as he looks ahead, eyebrows still knitted together.

You soon realize his grip on your arm isn’t releasing and he only pulls you into his hard chest him as he begins to walk towards the same entrance doors you came through.

“My food.” You protest as you glance behind you.

He ignores you, positioning you right in front of him and sends you a glare that sends your legs moving as if they are under a spell. You were really getting sick of him manhandling you like you were made of rags instead of flesh and bone.

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me, I didn’t take myself here.”

“I didn’t say I was mad at you, princess.” He says and you can feel him playing with a piece of your hair as he walks too closely behind you.

“And I didn’t realize it bothered you if I was.”

“It doesn’t .” You bite out, feeling your cheeks heat up with anger and a hint of embarrassment.

He chuckles behind you and you feel his hot breath hit the back of your neck.

“ I still don’t get why I can’t just eat here.” You say as you glance back at him.

He eyes you, tilting his head as a smirk teases the corners of his mouth.

“Feeling lonely?” He mocks. “ I’m afraid I don’t like the idea of you making friends with the girls here. Call me dramatic but I don’t quite trust you enough yet.”

Yet.

You wanted to turn around and claw his eyes out so badly.

“So what? I’m going to be stuck in a damn room all day?”

You nearly bump into one of the girl’s walking past you and you feel Jungkook’s fingers tug the back of your shirt to stop the impact. He ‘tsks’ with disapproval of your clumsy nature.

“You mean like a hostage?” He tells with a flat tone and lets out a silent laugh when you whip your head back, sending him a murderous look.

You absolutely loathe him. Every bit of you was shaking with anger but you had to remember what Do-yeon had said to you.

“ You just got here and are already making so many complaints, you really are a princess aren’t you?”

Ignoring him, you pick up your pace and reach out to open the two wide doors but of course, they are sealed shut and no amount of force flings them open.

Every damn corner was a cage.

Jungkook slips in front of you with a knowing look, as if he found your attempt both amusing and plain stupid . He blocks your view as he punches in whatever code on the handle and you’re left to stare down at his leather boots.

The annoying beeps fill your ears as you lift up your head slightly to take one last look behind you towards where Do-yeon was seated. She wasn’t alone this time, the guy you had finished talking to just minutes ago was standing over her, a tight grip on her shoulder as he seemed to be whispering something down to her.

You frown as Jungkook drags you out the door and towards the blinding bright empty corridors again.

—

Once you’re back inside your personalized cell, you can’t help but feel shocked when you see the plate of hot food sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It looks far more appealing than what you had seen back in the cafeteria and you almost feel bad for getting to enjoy another luxury that the rest of the girls who shared your fate didn’t.

But it wasn’t your fault, you had to keep telling yourself that.

With that, you practically run towards the couch and grab the plate of food, sitting it on your lap as you bring a spoonful of it towards your mouth.

“You surely don’t waste time.” Jungkook comments as the metal door shrieks shut behind him.

You want him to leave and let you suffer in your misery alone.

“I’m sure your little adventure in the woods left you weak and starved.”

You don’t look up as you chew the food, gripping the spoon tighter.

“Fuck off.”

He doesn’t respond right away but you hear his footsteps near the seat right across from you.

“Maybe I just won’t feed you tomorrow then.” He tells you with a sigh. “Or the next day after that.”

You swallow the food, hurriedly finishing up the rest on the plate before he has the dark thought of ripping it out your hands. You didn’t doubt for one second that he’d let you starve for the rest of the week for the little comment you made.

“Is that how you treat a golden girl?”

When you look towards him, rubbing a finger over his lips and you eye his bare arms on display. The designs of his tattoos stood out, some were colored while others were just black but they sat nicely on his muscles arms. It made you think about how his entire appearance seemed like a facade. Underneath his tough exterior filled with tattoos and piercings , it was just a young guy that didn’t look older than 25.

Was he really not as bad as the others or was he just convincing himself of that to make himself feel morally above them?

You remembered what Mina had said to you, how their life circumstances made them take such a horrid path but you didn’t feel any sympathy. You couldn’t feel a thing for them after what they had put you and dozens of other girls through.

“When she misbehaves, I’m not above much of anything.” He replies after some uncomfortable silence.

“Not even hitting?” You set the plate down on the table.

Jungkook’s eyes darken and you know you have said the wrong thing.

“I don’t hit women.” He makes it clear to you for the second time today through gritted teeth. “But there’s far worse things than physical pain so don’t get smart with me .”

His threat is loud and clear, jaw clenching as he raises an eyebrow in challenge and you sink back into the couch, not feeling like pissing him off even more than you already had.

“I need you ready in an hour, you have a cam show to perform.”

You feel like someone has punched you in the gut.

For whatever reason, your mind had completely forgotten the very reason you were here. You stiffened instantly as your familiar fight or flight instincts kicked in and flashbacks of that horrible sex room crossed your mind. The naked women, the masked men and the nauseating scenes made you recoil.

That was going to be you.

The first day had just been a trial, a glimpse of what was to come and what you had to ease yourself into. They were going to make you an official cam girl, you were meant to do god knows what for men in front of those cameras and the worst part was you didn’t even know how many there would be. You didn’t know how anything worked, what they would demand you to do and who you were going to have to pleasure.

“No,” You whisper, shaking your head from side to side.

“No, I can’t.” You tell Jungkook, your eyes widening in terror. “You can’t make me do that.”

He stared at you, eyes tracing over your face.

“But I can.” He states coldly. “What made you think you’re exempt from what every other girl here is brought to do?”

You grip the cushion beneath you as you feel your entire body start to shake.

“Please,” You swallow your pride and it kills you more than you’re willing to admit. “Don't do this, please.”

You needed to do better than that, you thought to yourself. You needed to survive here like Do-yeon had said.

Play into his game. Into his wants.

Lifting yourself off the sofa, you get to your knees and crawl over to where Jungkook sat. He looks mildly surprised by your action, his eyebrows lifting up as you grip the fabric of his jeans. You’re completely at his mercy as you continue to beg, your tears quickly stain his clothes as you lay your head on his lap.

“Please, please.” You plead him, clenching your teeth so hard that you’re surprised your jaw is still intact. “ I’ll behave , just don’t make me do that.”

“I won’t talk back I swear, I’ll be fucking mute if you want.” A sob leaves your lips, even in this state you can’t help the anger that managed to seep into your words. You’re so angry, so angry you didn’t get to escape.

If you hadn’t gotten in that damn van, you probably wouldn’t have had to ever see this psychopath again.

You feel his hand on your head, his fingers tangled through your hair and then you feel a sudden harsh yank. He forces your head up and you let out a whimper at the harshness of his grip, your skull stinging.

You meet his gaze through your blurry vision that is filled with tears.

“I can’t believe it,” His eyes are empty but his lips twitch into a smirk as he angles your head up higher.

“Even in this state, I can see how much you’re seething.” You let out a shaky breath at his words, he was reading right through you.

“It’s killing you to beg me isn’t it, princess?” He cooes at you as he further twists your hair.

You yelp again.

“Lucky for you, I’ve grown weak at the sight of you on your knees for me.”

You were tempted to spit at him.

He seems to read your thoughts because he gives you a wicked grin.

“Fine,” He drawls, “ I won’t make you perform for others.”

The pressure on your chest lifts slightly as you eagerly await his next words.

“Don’t look so overjoyed, everything comes with a cost here.” He’s quick to ruin your hopes. The pressure returns, crushing your chest completely.

“You won’t have to see that horrible room again but only if you perform for me only.” He says slowly, his eyes dancing around behind you. “Right in this room, you’ll get to be my own personal little doll for thousands of others online to see.”

“And I want you willing. So very willing to do everything they request us to do.”

“Request?” You gulp, feeling your knees wobble even while being planted onto the ground.

He nods. “Yes, our audience loves a good show and it’s our job to fulfill them.”

The grip you have on his jeans loosens, you lick your dry lips as his face comes closer, his hair tickling your cheek.

“Do we have a deal, my little princess?”

You remove your hands from him as your body is frozen in place. The pessimistic side of you is convinced that this is what he wanted all along. You can’t help but think he planned this, that he wanted you to be his own little pet and that he’d mask himself as some sort of hero for saving you from having to perform in front of countless other men and women in the most humiliating and degrading ways possible.

Little did he know that it wasn’t much less degrading to give yourself to him.

In fact, you didn’t know if it made a difference at all. What he implied sounded like he was letting you choose between two equally horrible situations, with one being marketed slightly better.

But then Do-yeon’s face enters your mind as a cruel reminder of how foolish you were being. The bruise lifting off her skin was a clear sign of what probably awaited you if landed in worse hands than Jungkook.

“Yes.” You mumble, the word is robotic and it doesn’t even sound like it left your mouth.

You wished it didn’t.

The painful hold on your hair loosened and he finally let go, coming to wipe away the tears on your cheeks with his thumb. You could feel the cold metal of his rings against your skin.

“Good girl.”

—-

The autumn leaves bustled against the tree branches, the gloomy weather certainly set the scene for the tragic events that had occurred. The campus wasn’t large by any means but it surely did seem like it due to it being the only university located in this small town. It wasn’t hard to imagine any young girl getting kidnapped here, especially when the sun went down. The woods that surrounded the building would always raise concerns for locals, it was an easy place to hide a body but Yoongi concluded it may also serve as a distraction.

Of course that was the place authorities had searched first but it was hard to send a search party throughout the entire wooded area. It would take them a while, even with the rescue dogs.

If they there was even anything to come across.

The detective couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl wasn’t buried underneath those grounds. However, there was a lake nearby too so perhaps she was simply underwater instead.

He hated the way his profession had desensitized him completely. Casually wondering about the different ways a girl was likely already dismembered while putting up a hopeful face with her parents never sat right with him. His colleague had parted ways to collect some of the girl’s belongings that could hold some information , her laptop and a poorly working electronic watch apparently.

Her parents had insisted they looked through anything to find something even when he had mentioned there would unlikely be any traces on those.

Yoongi pulled himself off the tree bark he had been standing against when he saw the face he was looking for, he had already spoken to the administration office about the case so he’d only hope not to scare off the boy. The face in the picture that was paper clipped on the files looked identical to the one about to walk right past him.

“Jaehyun?” He spoke as the boy with a heavy looking backup neared him.

The boy immediately took off his earphones and sent him a confused look. He slowed his steps when Yoongi pulled out his badge, swiftly bringing it up in front of him.

“Detective Min Yoongi,” He introduced himself with a weak smile. “ I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions regarding one of your classmates, Y/n.”

Jaehyun’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as he slowly nodded.

“Oh shit, yeah I heard about her going missing.” He replied as they both walked off to the side, letting other groups of students continue to walk past them.

“Do you know anything about what happened?” The boy asked with hesitation. “ I mean, I don’t know if you’re allowed to say anything. Sorry.”

News traveled fast in a small town so it was no surprise he had already found out. Yoongi assumed most of her classmates were already gossiping about what could’ve occurred and raising their concerns on social media.

“Well actually, I wanted to know if you had seen her before she disappeared. Maybe anything regarding her behavior here at school, anything that may have raised concern?” The detective explained casually, he knew he couldn’t pressure the boy to say anything. He wasn’t a suspect and he only hoped he could get a little ounce of information that could lead to something.

Regardless if he personally suspected him or not, he couldn’t show it.

Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, frowning slightly.

“Honestly no, I wasn’t that close to her. I just used to see her at parties and in class.” He replies with a shrug. “ I never noticed anything weird but then again I probably wasn’t paying much attention.”

There was an undeniable trace of guilt in his tone. The boy appeared to be sincere and while Yoongi had been around long enough to know he should doubt every display of emotion, no matter how genuine it seemed, he couldn’t help but believe him in that moment.

“You guys never had an intimate relationship?” Yoongi asked, partly expecting the boy to shut him down completely since he wasn’t exactly required to answer such a personal question. Especially with no lawyer present. It was a risky shot.

Jaehyun looked slightly taken aback, raising his eyebrows as an awkward laugh left him.

“I mean, no.” He explained, shaking his head. “ She was cute and all but we never hooked up.”

“Right.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly accepting his answer.

It was the answer he was expecting after all. The friend Mina had stated she hadn’t been aware of any intimate relationship. Just a crush. The detective couldn’t help but feel a little defeated with another possibility being so quickly shut down.

“Uh, well thank you for your time.” He said with a sigh, his eyes drifting ahead. “Do you happen to know anyone else she was particularly close with?”

Jaehyun bit his lip, deep in thought.

“I mainly saw her around with Mina.”

The detective looked back at him, his stare blank despite the the thoughts burning inside his head.

“Oh! I would also see her hang out with this other girl sometimes.” He blurted, knitting his eyebrows. “ But I honestly don’t remember her name, she also attends school here though.”

The boy gave a sheepish smile and Yoongi waved him off.

“It’s fine, I can figure it out. Is it okay if I give you my card? Just in case you remember anything that might help us?”

“Sure thing,” Jaehyun nods as the detective hands him over the card.

The boy glanced down at it before giving one last apologetic look and turning to leave . “ I’ll contact you if anything comes up.”

Yoongi watches the boy walk away, his figure slowly disappearing into the distance and he’s soon left alone to dwell on his million theories again. His fingers go to take out a cigarette from his back pocket as he makes his way through the campus grounds and towards the parking lot. His phone vibrates just as he’s in the middle of lightning his cigarette and he hastily shoves the lighter away.

Namjoon’s name flashes on his screen and he presses it against his ear as he takes a blow.

“Hey, listen the classmate didn’t tell me much that will help us but-“

“We need to bring Jeong Jaehyun in for questioning and we need a search warrant for him ASAP .” His partner’s voice rang through his ear.

Yoongi froze, the smoke leaving his full lips.

“What?” He turns, looking behind him towards the direction the boy had left in.

“That classmate the friend mentioned , I found some messages on the girl’s laptop that say they planned to meet up the day she went missing. The times add up too .” Namjoon speaks with urgency, clear shuffling in the background and the sound of a car engine soon blared through.

Yoongi ends the call abruptly, swinging open his car door and all he could think about as he drove out the campus driveway was how his intuition never did seem to fail him.

The boy had just blatantly lied to his face.

“Shit.”

—

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[darkestcorners]

Polarity | 04 ( sneak peak )

A/N: hi guys, just dropping a little teaser for what’s to come later this week :) hope you enjoy ! ❤️❤️🥰

—

The last thing you wanted was to have to resort to this but surprisingly you didn’t feel as much shame as you probably would have a few days ago. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you paced up and down the long corridor.

You were sweating through your clothes, your skin feeling clammy as you let out another shaky breath. If your life continued to take such horrendous routes, you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

Suddenly, the door in front of you swung open. Your head snapped up, seeing Jungkook’s familiar figure making his way out the door before he immediately paused once he saw you.

His eyes scan you over, cocking his head to the side as he waits a few seconds before breaking the silence.

“Thought you never wanted to see me again.” He says, his words are laced with genuine confusion, hurt even but it’s hard to believe them when his face looked so smug.

You lick your lips, letting out a sigh as you think about just forgetting about this and running back towards the elevator but your feet stay planted in place.

Jungkook seems to immediately take notice of your agitated state because his eyebrows knit together and a frown settles on his lips.

“What’s wrong?” He demands, inching closer to you and letting the door shut behind him.

“ My university,” The words pain you to say, embarrassment immediately washing over you. “ They are accusing me of plagiarism.”

You hold up the crumbled piece of paper that you have read over 20 times now, each time giving you a bigger headache than before. His eyes drop to the letter, a look of understanding crossing his features.

His frown deepens, looking at loss for words as concern flashes his eyes.

“I didn’t do it! I swear, I would never.” You don’t know why you’re eager to prove your innocence to him but it was as if it was a knee-jerk reaction at this point.

Jungkook eyes you, slowly looking back and forth between you and the paper. He motions for you to hand it to him and you hesitantly give it to him.

“It has to be a mistake, I would never turn in an essay that was blatantly plagiarizing.” You shook your head. “ I didn’t write that, I mean I did but not that. It has so many paragraphs that I don’t even recognize, it’s like a completely different essay.”

Jungkook holds no expression, his dark eyes carefully reading over the paper before his fingers move to fold it closed.

“Baby, this is bad.” He states, his gaze hardening and you don’t know why that’s the breaking point for you.

As horrible as it was, he had undeniably become a safe space for you. Someone who showed complete and utter devotion to you, even if that’s what you swore you never wanted from someone like him. He was still always there to comfort you, to borderline coddle you and reassure you.

It was something Eunji had rarely showed you.

“But I didn’t do it!” Naturally, your voice starts to break, quickly getting defensive which makes you look even more guilty. You feel a bubble of anger at his words and at his almost accusing stare.

“Y-You believe me, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s doe eyes soften as he takes in your panicked expression.

“Of course I believe you, baby.”

You blink your tears away as the smallest bit of relief fills you. His familiar sickeningly sweet tone is back, the same one he always seemed to use when you were having meltdowns or panic attacks. Even after you had told him you never wanted to see him again, even after the fight and cold words thrown his way, he still didn’t reject you or push you away. It should have sent alarm bells off, it should have reminded you of just how obsessed he was with you that he simply didn’t see any flaws in you or was willing to put them all aside.

It would have freaked you out a few weeks ago, but a few weeks ago you had also sworn your best friend was someone you could confide in and someone you would never stop loving.

Look at where you were now.

“But your university administrators won’t believe you, there’s proof of you submitting the essay online,” Jungkook added lowly, holding up the letter as he explained the horrible reality to you.

His words are like a slap in the face, pulling and drowning you beneath the surface. You stare at him, wide-eyed with sheer terror.

“I need your help,” You whisper, hating to admit it but you were left with little to no choices. Everything was being ripped away from you.

“ Your mom’s a lawyer, right? Maybe she can help me?”

As soon as you say it, you want to take it back. What if Jungkook refused? After all, you had practically yelled at him to leave you alone and now you were crawling back to him, asking for his parent’s help? Guilt filled you, he didn’t deserve any of your guilt but yet the feeling took over you completely.

Jungkook was quiet, seemingly taking in your cry for help and you couldn’t escape his gaze this time.

“I-I know what I said but I’m sorry,” You explain further, swallowing down your dignity and any ounce of self-respect you had left. “I really need your help, please. I have nobody else right now.”

His silence was killing you, the way he seemed to be studying you deeply was nerve wrecking. All you knew was that you couldn’t let him deny you, not now.

You close the space between you two, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as you practically beg him to do the impossible and somehow fix this. If any one of the neighboring doors in the hall opened, they would be in for such a pathetic scene. You looked and sounded like some clingy ex-girlfriend that was desperate to be taken back.

And in a way, you kinda felt like one.

“Please, please I can’t go back home to my parents. It would be a disaster.” Your lips tremble, your mind already envisioning the disappointing scenario.

Jungkook’s eyes close in on your hands tightened on his shirt, the vision causing deja vu as you’re reminded of the exact same position you were in that day in the car with him, threatening you with telling Eunji of the kiss he had given you.

His thumb comes to caress your cheek while the other holds the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. You don’t miss the way the tiniest bit of a smile tugs at his lips but you choose to ignore it as he holds you against him.

—

#yandere jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook yandere #yandere!jungook x reader #yandere!jungkook #polarity #polarity sneak speak #bts yandere

[darkestcorners]

polarity | 03 ( Jungkook’s POV )

— pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

— genre: yandere, smut, angst

— warnings: obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, blackmail, mentions of mental health, descriptions of panic attacks , mentions of childhood abuse/neglect, smut, con non-con, dubious consent ( extreme, please do not read if this is triggering for you ) toxic relationships

— word count: 10.6k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | 03 JK | CS | 04

Jungkook could feel the shift and the way your body had stiffened. His eyes remained closed despite his alert mind. He was relying completely one his senses now, the way the mattress dipped slightly , it felt like you were reaching over to get something on the floor.

Your bag most likely, he remembered you dropping it beside the bed before you had let him continue with his lust driven desires.

He heard you rummage through it, you were cautious with your movements, evidently trying not to stir him awake. Little did you know he had been awake for a while now.

Jungkook didn’t know what exactly you were doing but he had some guesses, you were either looking for your clothes to hastily put on or you were searching for your phone. When you settled back to your previous position, he simply waited. It was a few seconds before you slowly attempted to release yourself from him, grabbing his arm and untangling it from your body.

He gripped your wrist, locking it in place before he deepened his voice, mimicking a sleep deprived tone.

“Baby?” He kept his eyes shut as the next words left his lips.

“Where are you going?”

“T-To the bathroom.” The stutter. You were nervous, but you almost always were so it wasn’t clear to Jungkook what exactly was making you nervous. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in your figure.

You were gripping onto the sheet tightly, as if you were scared it was about to slip off. Cute, he thought to himself. The fact that you bothered with modesty after what you two had just finished doing was endearing if not just borderline amusing to him . Jungkook’s eyes scanned over your face, looking for the cause of your startled expression.

You looked guilty, he concluded.

That was expected but he wasn’t sure if you were simply guilty for the act itself or for something else. He knew your kind nature was getting to you already, it was clear you were feeling guilty and regretful for what you had done behind your friend’s back.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew your sudden arrival here and your willingness to sleep with him wasn’t a sign of your complete compliance. Granted, it had worked in his favor marvelously but it had been too sudden, too abrupt. It was obvious to him that you had made the decision in a moment of panic and complete distraught. He wondered what your conclusion had been, what you thought you would gain from this.

If only it would have been so easy, his thoughts whispered. If only your mind and soul had been as easy to obtain as your body.

“You okay?” He asked you, coming to caress your cheek.

Your words wouldn’t be truthful but your expression might give you away.

He watched your eyes remain on his own, your stare wasn’t focused though. It lingered on his eyes but then shifted over to scan other parts of his face.

That’s new, he thought.

You rarely kept eye contact, it was something that bothered him greatly but he came to find the habit cute. It proved to him that you were far too easy to intimidate, you never established dominance, and you certainly never showcased any sort of stance that would make him cower or back down.

He liked it that way.

But your newfound unmoving stare had to stem from somewhere and Jungkook had his suspicions already.

“Yeah,” You replied, your voice a bit breathless. The sound nearly made him harden again, he already missed your whimpering beneath him and the feeling of your tightness around him.

“I just really need to use the bathroom.” You added and his eyes darted back to yours, wondering if you were sore.

You must’ve been, he thought as he nodded silently and let go of your wrist.

He watched you scoot out of bed, trying your best to cover your entire body with the bed sheet but once you stood up, his hands came to tug on the sheets, causing it to easily slip off your body.

He let out a chuckle at your mortified expression, the way you turned your head at an alarming speed towards him.

“Jungkook!” You gasped but he only continued to laugh as he took in the way you tried to cover up your exposed breasts, he got an eyeful of them before you turned back around with your back facing him.

But he had noticed something, the way you had kept your left hand to your side, completely shielding it from his view.

“Why bother, I’ve already seen it all baby.” He said honestly, still not understanding why you attempted to keep your body a secret, he had explored it to the fullest already. His lips tilted as another thought came into his head.

“Besides, those little skirts you wear all the time don’t leave room for much of the imagination.”

The image of your bare legs had haunted him enough, the way your skirt would nearly expose your entire ass when you bent over slightly. It had nearly sent him over the edge plenty of times. He quite liked them though, how the seemingly innocent attire could be so tempting, or maybe it was just because he found you to be tempting in general. He was infatuated with anything you did.

Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your left hand, he watched you shift it over to the middle of your chest again. He tilted his head, wondering again what you were hiding.

You were holding something.

And he would bet anything it was your phone.

“Can I at least borrow one of your shirts?” You asked in a timid voice and he was quick to comply, reaching over to grab the shirt he had previously taken off and thrown to the floor. He moved across the large bed and kneeled on the mattress. He was right behind you now, he hung the material in front of you until you took it hesitantly.

His hand then came to grasp your waist, pulling you back into his chest and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You were so so soft.

He took the opportunity to peek down, it was slightly hard to fully view what was gripped so tightly in your hands but he caught a glimpse of the upper part of your phone poking out from your hand.

“Don’t be long.” He mutters to you before placing a kiss on your cheek, wishing more than anything to throw you back on the bed.

With that you scurried across the room, your hurried steps echoing throughout the space and he heard you shut the door behind you before a locking sound followed.

Locking doors.

That was all he needed to confirm some of his suspicions.

He pursed his lips, coming to eye the space where you had been laying on his bed. His eyes then scanned over to the camera that was placed on the corner of the ceiling , the red light flashing back at him.

A light smirk formed on his lips as he cocked his head to the side.

You had seen the camera.

He almost scoffed in disbelief.

You had seen the camera yet had said nothing to him.

Perhaps you were a lot more compliant than he had realized, it was so much easier to move your chessman in his favor when you were too busy focusing on the next move of your scorned lover instead. Because if you had not voiced your knowledge of the camera he had placed there, then that could only mean you were too terrified to anger him in fear he would send it directly to Eunji.

You were far too predictable for your own good.

It almost enraged him, a burning feeling had made its way into his chest. Even after you had given yourself to him in a way you had never to anyone else , it was only the shell of you, your heart had still been with Eunji.

But he knew that, he knew it the moment you had stepped inside his apartment. He had known it the moment you had said you wanted him. You were such a pretty liar, an awfully bad one but he couldn’t help and take advantage of your moment of weakness. In your first great mistake in an attempt to outsmart him, you had only tied yourself further to him.

Of course even if you had seen the camera beforehand , he would have still gotten his way tonight. He wouldn’t have to do much convincing, Eunji was such a lovely puppet that he enjoyed far too much being the master of. He knew your friend was head over heels for him, she practically worshiped his every word. One allegation against you and she would be on your neck, he could practically hear the insults and accusations against you.

Besides, why wouldn’t she believe him? He had done a great job of coaxing her to give in to her true nature, the nature she was too much of a coward to fully show to you. 

You really did need better friends.

And a much better love interest that actually reciprocates your feelings.

Jungkook got up from the bed, coming to put on his boxers that were laying on the floor. He took a quick glance at your bag on the side of his bed before taking slow steps to the bathroom. He could hear your faint voice before he even reached the door.

Unfortunately for you, these walls were just as thin as the ones in your apartment.

He leaned against the door, not even needing to press his ear against the door to hear the slightest bit of your conversation.

“How about we meet up? To talk somewhere?” Your soft voice echoed and he knitted his eyebrows in concentration, he already had a good idea who you were talking to.

It had to be her. It was always Eunji when it came to you, much to his distaste.

You were silent for a moment before you rushed out the next words.

“Yeah I’ll see you there.” He wanted to laugh.

No you wouldn’t, he thought.

He’d be damned if he let you ditch him here like he was some cheap one night stand. Did you really think he would let you go so easily? Especially after he’s had you already, he was starting to truly despise the way you would easily give into your little friend.

You should be willing to give that easily to him.

You were his after all, not hers.

But he had to be patient, you would soon realize that on your own, with a little help from his part.

He heard you shuffling for a few moments before he heard the sink running. Soon, the door flung open in his face but he didn’t flinch as you nearly walked right into him.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed , completely startled by his sudden appearance.

“Sorry,” He said, adding every bit of genuineness into his words. “ Needed to piss.”

He watched you nod, your eyes shyly taking in bare chest and slowly shifting downward where his boxers hung lowly on his waist, something that would have fueled his ego even more but his vision was fixed on the phone in your hand instead.

You walked forward and he waited for you to take a few steps before his voice halted your movements.

“Calling someone ?“ He asked as he watched you stiffen. You really did give yourself away rather easily.

“Uh, n-no I just..” You stuttered and he raised a challenging eyebrow, narrowing his gaze.

Such a bad liar baby.

“Eunji wants to meet up for coffee.” A more casual tone takes over but Jungkook noticed how your lip trembled while saying it.

He thought over your clear excuse, wondering if Eunji did indeed say that to you over the phone. But he knew his supposed girlfriend fairly well, memorized her behavior not with any interest in mind for her but rather to use for his own benefit.

“This late?”

Either way, he didn’t want you meeting up with her right now. Eunji had most of your attention as it was, and he was determined to change that. He couldn’t help the overwhelming jealousy that took over him, the thought of you preferring her after he was the person you needed all this time.

He was the only person who loved you as you were.

“Yeah,” You tell him with a shrug and he finds your attempts to appear casual and slightly comical. “She wants help with some project.”

He gives you a slow nod as his eyes pick you apart, trailing down your figure before meeting your gaze again.

If he was being honest with himself, he was already growing bored  talking about your friend. He much preferred you two to get back the previous activities you had been indulging in.

“You told her you couldn’t , right?” He questioned but it was anything but a question and he hoped you could sense the subtle threat in his words.

He really did not wish to bare the more than unpleasant side of him at this moment. You had only scratched the surface previously, you had no true idea of what he was capable of if you pushed him far enough.

You fell silent for longer than he would like but he continued to stare at you, an inner battle beginning and he forced himself into your head once again. He could see you weaken, doubt yourself and think over your next words. You always overthink, but it always worked in his favor.

“Yeah,” You break the stare off, backing down from the battle and the pleasant words hit his ears. “ I-I just told her we could meet up tomorrow instead.”

Another lie, but it didn’t matter.

He closes the space between you, coming to grasp the back of your neck and laying a peck on your lips to show how content he was with your answer. But then he pauses as he notices you trembling, a frown immediately taking over his lips as he takes your hands.

“You’re shaking?” He tells you, caressing your soft skin and concern takes over him, he could sense how unsettled you had become.

“Anxiety.” You forced out, and he nods, preparing himself for what is coming. He knew how panic attacks looked like, after all, he had seen them far too often growing up. And he knew you were seconds away from one.

“You’re okay baby,” He assured you, coming to squeeze your shoulders and trying his best to keep you calm. He knew that was the key point, he needed you to remain calm and know nothing was going to happen to you.

“Just count to 10, you’re fine.” He adds, coming to gently massage your trembling hands that only seem to shake more vigorously as more seconds pass. He sees you mumbling the numbers in a much too panicked whisper and the scene is all too familiar.

It was as if his mother was in front of him, you resemble her too much. In every way. Your distressed and helpless gaze, searching for some type of comfort that would free you from your monstrous mind.

And in that moment, he felt like his father.

But he wouldn’t react like his father, he wouldn’t do every wrong thing he did. He may have resembled his father in other ways but he was the exact opposite of him when it came to handling his most precious loved ones.

“I can���t breathe.” The terror in your voice breaks his heart and he lowers his gaze to meet yours.

“Yes you can.” He insists, letting his tone remain calm. You had to understand nothing was wrong, you needed that reassurance.

Most of all, you needed to feel like what you were feeling was valid. Like you weren’t a burden, or overreacting in the slightest.

“You can breathe just fine, you’re breathing right now.” He points out and watches you swallow before pulling away from him.

“N-Not enough.” You make out and go to pace back and forth, trying to release the overwhelming anxiety in your body. You were even similar in that, his mother always fled the room whenever she couldn’t handle his father’s yelling at her no longer.

When he noticed you trying to tug on your hair, he came to grab your hand, his eyes momentarily lingered on the phone gripped in your other hand and he took it swiftly from you.

You wouldn’t notice much in this state.

“Hey, hey.” He attempted to get your attention back on him, gently reminding you that he was here. He would always be here.

“You’re okay, I promise.” And he would promise you would always be okay, as long as you were always by his side.

Your eyes dart everywhere but to him and he waits patiently for them to return where they need to. Finally, you look back at him and he breaths in and out, waiting for you to copy him. You follow his actions but your breaths are still fast and rushed.

“Too fast, slow down.” He orders softly, and you repeat the action, this time actually taking your time to breathe in the air and let it out slowly.

“Yeah just like that, baby.” He praises you, feeling a bit better upon seeing your more relaxed state. But he knew what would help you even more.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He tells you before quickly turning around and exiting the room. He walks over to his kitchen, going straight for the fridge and he wasted no time in pushing the plastic lid of the ice maker, two ice cubes falling in his palm instantly.

“The cold sensation helps distract me, it forces your mind to focus on the pain of the ice on your skin instead of your thoughts.” His mother told him with the slightest bit of a smile.

“Why do you need to distract yourself from your thoughts?” He had asked her, in the oblivious and curious nature any kid had at his age.

“Because they are what make me freak out.” His mother replied with a sigh, gripping the ice cube tighter.

“I thought daddy was the one who made you cry.” He said , coming to lay his head on her lap and she ran her fingers through his locks gently.

“No sweetie, it’s not daddy…it’s me. I just get sick sometimes..” She whispered the last part and Jungkook could feel the way her fingers shook slightly against his head.

 He pushes the memory away before he turned to head back towards his bedroom. But he paused, nearly forgetting something. He took a look at your phone and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, displaying a picture of you and Eunji as your background.

He glared at it, letting out a scoff.

Thankfully, you had not put a passcode on it yet. Something that surprised him a little but he would admit you were not the brightest when you were under pressure.

He set your phone on the kitchen counter before he went back to the room and found you standing in front of some of his picture frames that he had hanging from his wall.

“Hold this,” You flinched at his arrival. He placed the ice cube in your hands carefully and watched as you gripped them tightly.

“I used to see my mom do that when she had panic attacks.” He told you and the surprise on your face came quickly, your eyes widening ever so slightly.

You know so little about him that every small detail about his life must have shocked you.

“Your mother has panic attacks?” You asked him.

Or maybe you were actually sympathizing with him, he wondered. Sympathizing with his mother, relating to her.

He wanted you to sympathize with him, his past could be of good use to have a tighter grip on your fragile heart and empathetic nature.

He nods, coming to place his hands over yours.

“When I was a kid, I used to watch her have them all the time.” He says to you as the memories come flooding in, his mother’s panicked whispers, his father yelling, him sobbing in the corner of his bedroom.

“I didn’t really know what it was back then so it used to scare me to see her like that.” He thinks back to all the times his younger self had been far too confused to fully grasp the severity of the situation. He smiles at the thought of his immature nature as a kid, continuously asking his mom what was wrong and why she was acting weird.

His smile weakens though when he remembers his father and his poorly executed attempts to resolve the chaotic situation that unfolded repeatedly in his household.

“My dad always used to get angry at her, it made things a lot worse as you can imagine.”

So much worse.

There was no doubt in him that his father had loved his mother, but he had not loved her right. He should have loved her far more, should have taken more intelligent approaches. He knew that even at his young age at the time, he knew that wasn’t how love should have been. It should have been stronger, strong enough to understand and look past your lover’s flaws, to deal with them instead of running away from them and hoping they would go away.

“I never used to get why he used to freak out on her, you know? She couldn’t control it.” He frowned, the words were true. He knew his mother couldn’t control it but that didn’t excuse what she had done either.

He watched as you went quiet, watching him. He knew he had you in that second, you were far too kind.

Just like her.

So sweet and gentle, you open up your heart too easily and let others walk over you. Gave too much love to the wrong people.

“I’m sorry.” And there it was again, apologizing for things you had nothing to do with. If you were smarter, less kind then perhaps this wouldn’t have easily moved you.

“All better?” He asks, and you look up at him with those conflicted eyes again. He gave you a smile when he noticed you were no longer shaking, your breathing had steadied at last.

He had done it, he succeeded in taking you out of your horrid mind for a moment. He had known how to handle it, how to handle you.

“Y-Yeah.” You say and start to pull away but he catches your hand again, laughing a bit before he takes you back to the bathroom.

“Dry your hands, baby.” He brings you over to the sink, letting you dry your wet hands with one of the small towels.

“You’re staying the night.” He stated, knowing you wouldn’t protest against it. You had not gone with Eunji so you had to have known better by now to refuse this.

He wraps his hands around your waist, eager to feel you again. He pulls you back against his waist and meets your reflection in the mirror in front of you both. A raised eyebrow is all he sends you in response to your silence.

You nod without a word and he can’t help the immense satisfaction at your obedience. He smirks into your neck, and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when his fingers go underneath the t-shirt of his you’re wearing, trailing up your bare skin.

His mouth grazes your neck, completely relishing in the way he could practically see the goosebumps on your skin.

“I can’t believe you’ve deprived yourself from sex for so long.” He confesses his thoughts, truly wondering how you had not engaged in the lustful act for so long. A college girl at her prime age so starved from one of the greatest pleasures in life.

You really were the one for him, even unknowingly saving yourself for him only. It was insanity.

“With such a pretty face,” He wonders as his fingers trailed further up your stomach, coming to finally palm your breasts fully. “ And body.”

“ You drive me crazy.” He groans into your neck and he feels your fingers tug at his hair harshly, causing a surprised chuckle to leave him. He had not expected that little bold move from you but he found himself loving the idea of discovering what exactly you would be into when it came to sex.

His hands continue to knead your breasts, circling your nipples slowly and he knows you're getting fed up with it by the way your breathing has quickened. He himself could feel the intense arousal begin to build up, the hardness returning already.

He stops his movements, taking notice in the way your eyebrows had knit together at the loss of touch. He immediately turns you around and lifts you up, gripping the bottom of your thighs as he crosses the space over to the shower. Sliding open the glass doors, he holds you up against the tiled walls and uses one hand to turn on the shower head. The warm water falls on you both and he wastes no time in connecting your lips back to his.

You are more than compliant in the matter, your eyes falling shut as his tongue slips in with no warning. You let out a moan and he groans against you, his mouth moving to the side of your neck where a bruise was already forming from his earlier actions.

You really didn’t look that regretful right now.

Jungkook sets you down for a moment , taking the soaking material of the t-shirt and throwing it off you. It leaves you exposed to his hungry gaze that can’t seem to get enough no matter how much he takes. You let out another gasp as he moved you to the other side of the shower, pressing you up against the fogged up glass door instead where the water barely hit either of you.

You looked so pretty like this, completely wet and bare for his eyes only.

His mouth reconnects with your neck again, but this time he drags it down over to your breasts. Taking your nipple into his mouth as he sucks harshly.

“A-Ah Jungkook!” Your high pitched whine rings in his ears, only encouraging him. His fingers slip underneath the thin material of your underwear, and he nearly lets out a moan himself at the feeling of your wetness pooling over his digits.

It earns another whimper from you , he twirls his tongue around your nipple one last time before his mouth finally leaves your left breast, leaving a trail of saliva on it. His thumb comes to harshly brush over where his mouth had just been.

“You’re such a dirty girl, acting all proud and modest.” He comes up to whisper roughly in your ear. His other hand continues working on your lower region, fingers rubbing against your folds until he finally lets two digits slide in.

He watches your mouth fall open, your pretty face scrunching up in evident pleasure.

“Acting like you didn’t just let me fuck you moments ago.” He hissed as he dragged his fingers in and out in a much quicker motion than he had last time.

“Fuck!,” You moan, eyes darting down to where he had his knuckle deep in you, and he almost laughs at your expression.

He curls his fingers inside of you, searching for the same spot that had you coming so effortlessly earlier. His eyes were fixated on your breasts and the way the water from the shower was still dripping off them.

“I’m so fucking hard baby.” He grunts against you, not stopping his relentless pace with his fingers. He watched your back arch, your hands coming to grip his shoulders tightly as another silent moan leaves you, your mouth hung open.

“Ah! J-Jungkook I’m close,” He loves the sound of you begging him, absolutely adores it. “ I’m so close.”

He hums against you, thrusting his fingers one more time before you let out a very vocal moan, your eyes shutting briefly as your chest falls and rises. He instantly feels your release on his digits, and he pulls them out, rubbing the sticky substance against your folds.

“Feel good?” He asks in a breathless whisper and you nodded twice, head still seeming completely out of it, too focused on the blissful experience.

You continue to let out more breathless whimpers as he pulls out his fingers, and brings them over to his mouth.

“You taste so sweet,” He tells lowly, tongue sucking every bit of you from his fingers and he can only imagine his head between your thighs now, how good that would feel for you both.

You watched him, eyes still on his fingers before your gaze shifted to the side.

You were still so shy, he mused.

“You know what would make me really happy?” He asks you, face inching so close to yours that you had no choice but to look back up at him. He smiles down at you, gently coming to hold your chin, brushing your lower lip with his finger.

“For you to return the favor.” His words were dripping in desire and you seemed to catch on immediately to what he was referring to.

Your eyes traveled down, stopping directly at his crotch. His fingers played with the top of his boxers, slowly tugging them down to reveal his rock-hard cock that was dripping in pre-cum.

He sees you start to kneel but you hesitate for a second, biting your lip in contemplation.

“We’ve already gone as far as there is to go baby,” He says with a half sultry smirk, coming to smooth out the skin of your cheek with his thumb. “ What’s holding you back from this?”

It was true, Jungkook concluded there was no point in trying to save face, no matter how guilty you would feel afterwards, you would not regret it in the long run. He would make sure of that.

His tempering words seem to fully convince you and you fully kneel before him, placing your hands hesitantly on his thighs as your mouth inched towards his throbbing cock.

“Just like this,” He instructs in a soft whisper, guiding your hand over to his length, fingers stroking him up and down in slow motions .

His hands leave yours and you continue without his assistance, wrapping your fingers around his length fully and steadily increasing the pace.

“Fuck,” He grunted, knitting his eyebrows, he had a full view of your breasts from here, that mixed in with your touch was driving him completely over the edge.

“You’re doing so good, keep going.” He urged you, and you easily complied,continuing to stroke him. He felt overwhelming pleasure take over him, and he knew it was pathetic but he wouldn’t last much longer.

You were too perfect at this.

“Baby, baby I need your mouth.” He said in a rushed whisper, his hand coming to grip your hair, pushing you forwards slightly. You licked your lips, taking one glance at him before you wrapped your mouth around his cock. You were clumsy, showcasing your inexperience but he guided your head back up, letting you start slow.

You seemed to take his hint, one hand still on the lower part of his length as your tongue came to lick off the precum on the tip. His jaw clenched at the wave of arousal that washed over him.

“You’re doing so fucking perfect baby.” He moaned, unable to keep down his clear pleasure and your tongue came to lick the side of his cock again, twirling it around. He gripped your hair tighter, wishing he could shove his entire cock down your throat but he remained still, waiting for you to explore further.

Your lips then slowly wrapped around his cock again, this time taking him in halfway and he swore he nearly came in that moment. The image of your pretty lips around him was too much, it sent a slight tremble through his body.

“So pretty with your mouth around my cock.” He breathed and felt the muscles in his thighs clench when you took him further in, beginning to bob your head up and down while your other hand stroked what you couldn’t take fully inside your mouth.

“Fuck, just like that.” His hand is still tightly holding your hair and he thrusts his hips forward slightly, causing you to take him in even further and he watches you gag on his length.

That only edges his release more.

“Sorry baby,” He apologizes despite not feeling the least regretful for the immense pleasure that shot through him. His gaze is glued to your mouth continuing to take him in, and the way your other free hand is gripping his thigh so tightly.

“Look at me,” He orders, tugging your hair again and your eyes meet his. He comes to brush away some of the loose strands of hair from your forehead, your skin clammy from the steam of the hot shower and everything feels absolutely perfect. He was sure he could never let you go after this, nobody would be able to replace you. Nobody could come close.

He holds your stare as your cheeks sucked in on him, your eyes were slightly glossy still from he had thrusted into you and you looked so beautiful to him. Jungkook’s breath hitches, feeling his release approaching at a rapid speed. His fingers curled against your hair as he bit his bottom lip harshly, letting out a curse every other second.

“Fuck fuck baby,” He whispered in a hiss as your hand grazed a lower region of his length, he no longer could withhold the overwhelming sensation and he tugged your head back a bit as his muscles tensed up completely. His cock twitched in your mouth as he came, the hot liquid filling your mouth and you flinched back a bit.

You swallowed most of it but he moved your head back completely. He steadied his breathing and watched as you came to wipe his cum that was still running down your chin. He ran his hand through his wet hair, tilting his head back as he finished relishing in the last bit of arousal that traveled through him.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would harden again just by looking at you like this. He grabbed arms, bringing you back to your feet before his lips pecked yours.

“I love you, you know that right?” He mumbled against your lips that were still glistening with the remains of his release.

You didn’t respond, only gave him a wide eyed look before nodding.

He kissed you again, harder this time and his arm locked around your waist while he used his other one to lift you back up, wrapping your legs around him.

“I love you so much baby.” He repeated, bringing you both under the shower head.

With every love confession he felt your body stiffen but Jungkook ignored it.

He knew he had you, you just didn’t realize how deeply you were falling yet. Your mind was still in denial but Jungkook knew the doubts he had planted inside your head would soon turn completely in his favor, you would soon be the one begging for him.

—-

You were finally asleep, you kept tossing and turning in your spot and Jungkook could only imagine what was keeping you from being at ease. He soon became aware just how much your mind never seem to shut off, which was burdensome.

His fingers trailed down your exposed arms, his eyes watching carefully how your lips were set in a pout and regulated breaths left you. He slowly got out of bed, taking another wary glance at you before stepping out of his bedroom and going towards the kitchen.

His hands reached over for your phone that he had left on the counter, immediately going to your most recent texts with Eunji.

From Eunji: Hey I’m sorry about everything I said. I think you might be right about Jungkook. Can we talk?

He frowned, his lip tilting upwards as he read the text over again.

It seemed like you were having some interesting conversations about him. What had you told Eunji about him that could of made her doubt? It couldn’t have been much, he knew you wouldn’t have hinted at cheating, that would of been incredibly stupid on your part. Did you simply give a usual best friend run down about not approving of her boyfriend?

That was a tricky route as well, he couldn’t imagine you saying that either giving how fearful you had seemed about her suspecting you had any feelings towards her.

Whichever it was, you had made a great mistake. His eyes read over the time Eunji had sent it, it had not been that long ago. Jungkook stared at the text in silence for a couple more seconds, his mind filling with possibilities and the realization soon settled in.

She had sent this text after you two had slept together.

If you had been putting ideas into her head about him beforehand, why had you suddenly decided to come sleep with him? Unless, something had urged you and changed your mind last minute.

Unless Eunji had said something else to you right before you had come to him.

He scrolled down, eyes landing on the rest of the texts.

To Eunji: What do you mean? Did he do something?

From Eunji: No

From Eunji: Well, I don’t know..

The messages ended there and Jungkook thought over what could have possibly made Eunji say that. There was nothing, he had been the perfect boyfriend. Or had there been a slip up? It was unlikely , he never made moves without precise calculations, he always thought over what his actions could result in.

He had made sure to not overdo it and he knew how to play the part. He had some previous experience with other girls, he knew what was expected of a boyfriend, he knew how to emulate that rawness and make it seem real. And it wasn’t like it was that hard, Eunji was fairly easy to please , or maybe her standards had truly been low in the past.

Jungkook had been determined in making her fall in love with him, and there was no doubt in him that he had succeeded to the fullest. He could see it in the way she looked at him every time they were together, the giddiness and need to please him. Eunji looked at him the same way he looked at you.

While it wasn’t particularly hard to be with Eunji physically, she was a conventionally attractive girl after all , it was getting harder and harder for him to indulge in romantic acts with her. Not only because he despised her, and didn’t enjoy seeing the little moments of joy he had to give her but because everything he did with her was what he wanted to do with you so badly. Every gentle touch, every kiss, every romantic gesture, the only way he could manage to do it with such perfection was because he was imagining it was you the entire time instead.

And it had worked.

But after tonight, he wasn’t so sure it was going to be as easy. Now that he knew what it was like to have you, actually have you and not the deluded image of you, he couldn’t imagine being with anybody else.

Jungkook bit his lip, opening your Google maps , enabling your location and sending the tracking link to his own phone before deleting the evidence on your device. He clicked out of your messages and sat your phone down, grabbing his phone from the counter now instead.

He pulled up his contacts, finding Eunji’s and his jaw clenched as he sent the text.

To Eunji: Hey babe, do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 8. Love you.

He sighed as he walked back down the hallway, eager to be next to you in bed again.

—-

After dropping you off at your apartment, Jungkook could only focus on your touch that still lingered on him. You had taken up most of his mind now, more than usual. It left little room for anything else to maintain his attention for long.

As he expected you had not even questioned why he had your phone when he gave it back to you, either you were too caught  up in whatever lie you were going to tell Eunji for where you were last night or you were simply too afraid to confront him at all.

Jungkook didn’t know how to feel about that. Ideally , he didn’t want you to always fear him but he soon learned that intimidation was a perfect ploy when it came to control. If you fearing him was what made him get what he wanted, then by all means, he was willing to intimidate you to no end.

However, he knew his limits. He couldn’t intimidate you too much, only enough to keep you from at arm’s length, to have you where he wanted. He didn’t want you to be completely scared of him, quite the opposite, he needed you to find comfort in him. He needed you to depend on him, to seek him out when everything came crashing down.

Even if he was the one causing every bit of destruction in your life.

It was for your own good, he convinced himself.

The pain and suffering that was to come would only be temporary. He soon would wash every worry and better your life completely. He would be your saving grace.

—-

Jungkook had not seen or talked to you since your meeting at the bakery a week ago and if he was being honest with himself, he was still rather upset with you. It was one thing for him to already know you were not being sincere about your seemingly newfound feelings towards him, he had not bought since the start. But seeing you sit there and try to manipulate him into believing you had a change of heart was just adorable.

He almost felt insulted, if he really wanted to hurt you he would have continued to let you think you were the one controlling him for longer but he didn’t feel like feeding into your little poorly executed plan anymore. Did you really think he was that stupid? There’s no way you could have truly believed you had outsmarted him, you had not even attempted to be subtle about it.

Your words you had told him were still fresh in his mind.

“It’s wrong, I know it is. She’s my best friend but…I can’t help what I’m starting to feel for you.” You said softly, the words were everything he would’ve loved to hear, a dream come true for him.

If only they would have been true.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel bitter, and it was a blow to his ego for sure. He wanted to know where you had gotten the sudden courage to lie so boldly to him, it was nothing like the little white lies you had said to him before in his bedroom.

No, you were putting on an entire show right now.

“You won’t leave me, right? You can’t.” Your voice had taken a higher pitch in an attempt to sound like the thought actually frightened you.

He would admit it was amusing to see you try to use some sort of shit reverse psychology on him, perhaps you were paying extra attention in class lately but unfortunately for you, Jungkook could teach you more about the human psyche than any of your professors ever could.

But he supposed that only showed your innocence, how unnatural it was for you to try and trick people. He thought you would make a good therapist one day, but only if you had him by your side. Otherwise, you would be an easy target to any other ill intentioned person out there and you might find yourself being subject to the swindling of your own patients.

Jungkook can’t help but feel shocked at you reaching over to grab his hand, gently squeezing it.

Another dead giveaway.

You never initiated intimacy, which was what had immediately given away your act when you had taken him to bed the other night.

“Right?” You repeated in the same tone, and Jungkook simply stared down at your hand, feeling his blood boil.

All he could think about was how much of a lesson you needed to even think you had a chance at playing him like this, he loved you so much and yet you still attempted to make a fool of him.

He forced himself out of the memory but you were all he could think about still, the image of you seated in front of him kept coming back to him.

He had to be patient with you.

Although, he had not been so patient considering he had played you the recordings of your friend’s less than kind confessions shortly after.

He was the jealous type, he could fully confess that.

Seeing you so desperate to fool him in hopes of saving your little friend had really pissed him off. Of course every little thing always went back to her. Your attention was always on her, even when you two had been the most intimate, he could tell all that had been running through your mind was Eunji.

He hated it.

He had hated it from the start but it was much more bearable when he had suspected it was a simple crush, he didn’t think your feelings had ran so deep. Maybe that had been his one and only mistake , underestimating your feelings for her and the tight bond you had formed.

Yet he supposed that would also come to work in his favor, the deeper the feelings, the more it would hurt. And what happens when the person you think to love most betrays you? You break down, your world caves in and you feel every possible emotion there is to feel. Anger, rage, sadness, hopelessness, and his personal favorite, vengeance.

You were already breaking. That recording was the first crack on the glass. He had seen it all your face.

And there was much more to expose about your little friend still.

Jungkook took a lazily sip of his wine, checking the tracker that gave away your location at all times. You were at your apartment now, as per usual. You tended to come directly home after your classes, only occasionally stopping at the library or the cafe sometimes.

He supposed that was not surprising considering your anxiety but he hoped you didn’t isolate yourself completely, that could lead to some dreadful thoughts. He wished he could be with you at all times, making sure you were okay but he figured you needed to start learning some harder lessons. One could say it was unethical to continue to mess with your mind but Jungkook quite enjoyed getting inside your head, he enjoyed the control and how easily it was to maneuver through your thoughts and pin them against you.

You didn’t even realize how much your own mind had become his biggest accomplice.

He exited out of the tracker and went to his storage, clicking on the recording he had shown you.

As the audio played, the memory of it came along with.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed it, the way she looks at you.” Jungkook chuckles, fingers playing with the rims of his wine glass. You two were eating some takeout at his kitchen counter and he leaned forwards,his phone poking out slightly from the front pocket of his jeans.

Eunji gave him a confused look but he didn’t buy it. The girl definitely had to know, she couldn’t be that oblivious.

“What do you mean?” She asked as she took another bite of the steak.

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about. Her eyes practically twinkle.” He adds, giving her a knowing look.

He watched as she swallows her food, knitting her eyebrows.

“Oh, Y/n. Yeah.” She clears her throat, shaking her head as she let out a small laugh. “She’s had a crush on me since forever.”

Forever.

Jungkook stiffened, not liking the sound of you having those insignificant feelings for this girl for so long.

“And what? …You guys ever?..” He forced a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow and he watched as Eunji shook her head immediately.

“No! No way. Purely platonic. You don’t need to worry babe.” Eunji assured him with a closed lipped smile, sounding like she was a bit embarrassed that he had even speculated the idea.

He felt great relief wash over him, knowing that you two never had anything serious. He had already suspected it was a one-sided thing but he appreciated how easily Eunji had confirmed it.

“So, you never liked her back?” He asks , before he paused and let out a small scoff. “ I mean, not that I blame you, she doesn’t seem to be..that appealing.”

Eunji’s eyes widened, letting out a snicker that almost choked no on her food.

Jungkook handed her over a napkin, a look of practiced obliviousness taking over his features.

“No offense, I don’t mean to sound like an ass,” He defends with a laugh.” She seems like a nice girl but…”

He watches her recover, waving him off as she continues to eat.

“No it’s true,” Eunji shrugs and Jungkook nearly glared at her but he forced himself to remain in character.

“I told her you thought her shyness was cute but that café meeting was a little painful.” She says with a sigh.

This was going to be interesting, a lot more interesting than Jungkook had previously thought.

And far easier than he assumed as well.

“Yeah it was awkward as shit, can’t believe you left me alone with her for that long.” He exasperated playfully, coming to take a sip of his wine.

Eunji let out a laugh before she raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I have to deal with her everyday, she can be so sweet but god, it’s so annoying at times.”

Jungkook tilted his head to the side ,looking at Eunji closely.

“Is that why you haven’t hooked up with her?” He joked again and Eunji sent him a playful glare, grinning a bit.

“To be honest…it wasn’t like I haven’t fooled around with girls before but Y/n? Come on, you’ve seen her. She’s so…I don’t know, boring? Not my type at all.”

Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his glass so hard that he was sure it would shatter.

“What? You don’t like the boring ones? I heard they are the best in bed.” He forced out with a suggestive smile and Eunji rolled her eyes.

“She has no appeal. I think that’s why she hasn’t gotten with anyone in so long, I kinda feel bad for her but it’s also her own fault, you know?” Eunji took a quick sip of her wine before continuing. “ She could try to..branch out more but she doesn’t..does she really expect someone to just appear out of nowhere and love her?”

The irony of it all was killing Jungkook but he simply nodded at her words.

She was doing such a good job at digging her own grave, barely needing much of his assistance.

And he knew why, Eunji was over sharing your business, and it came too naturally for her. It became clear in that moment that she had done this before, with her past partners most likely.

That enraged Jungkook to no end, he felt the need to defend you, protect your privacy, your dignity and your feelings. It wasn’t like he could control the past but he could control the future and he would make sure Eunji’s future would end in nothing but misery.

“ Even when I talk to her, she’s so awkward, you know? Like when we had dinner. I’m still sorry about that babe,” She shook her head in disbelief. “..she must’ve made you feel pretty uncomfortable.”

Every word she said couldn’t be further from the truth.

“She’s my friend but she can’t hold a conversation to hold her life.”

She was so pathetic, Jungkook thought as he gave her another nod in agreement.

“ I have to agree with that, but I accept your apology.” He reached over to grab her hand, laying a quick kiss on it despite wanting to be anywhere else but with her.

It wasn’t anything new, was all Jungkook could conclude from the conversation.

Eunji had these ill feelings about you for a while, she just seemed like the type to always pretend she was a better person than she actually was. Maybe she was similar to you in the way she was willing to be a people pleaser in the most shallow of ways.

But unlike you, she had no issue complaining about it to anyone that would be willing to listen.

Jungkook straightened when he heard the front door open, eyes darting over to the figure that had just arrived.

“I didn’t know you were coming over..” His mother’s surprised voice greeted him, she took slow steps towards him. She was still in her work clothes, the usual blazer paired with pencil skirt.

Jungkook barely gave her a nod in acknowledgment. He rarely came over to his parents house , and much less when he knew his mother would be around.

“Dad told me you had that professor’s number,” Jungkook announced, watching as his mother put down her purse and gave him a perplexed look.

“The one who used to always come over for dinner.” He clarified in a flat tone and a look of realization took over her face immediately.

“Oh!” She nodded. “ Professor Clark . Old friend from college, yeah I do.”

“I need it.” He stated simply, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. He pointed towards the laptop screen in front of him.

“Looks like he works at this university on the other side of town, I’ve been there before.”

His mother followed his gaze, nodding along but she furrowed her eyebrows as she read over the letters on the screen.

“ Why do you need his number exactly?”

Jungkook clicked out of your college website and gave his mother a sharp glare.

“Can you give it to me or not?” He demanded, not bothering to hide the attitude that slipped into his tone.

His mother’s face dropped, and he almost felt bad for his harsh tone.

Almost.

“U-uh, yeah.” She reached over to get her purse again and took out a blank sticky note. “Hold on.”

She hurriedly wrote down a number before handing it over to him with a small smile.

Jungkook took it, ignoring her smile.

“Thanks,” He muttered, getting off his seat and grabbing his keys off the counter.

“I-I’m making dinner, it’s your favorite.” She called out as he walked past her and made his way over to the front door.

He halted, scrunching up the note in his hand.

“If you want to stay..” She added in a soft whisper, and Jungkook’s heart tugged at the sound. But all he allowed to showcase was anger, and terrible resentment that still haunted him.

“What? Are you trying to give motherhood another shot?” Sarcasm was thick in his words and he didn’t need to look at his mother’s face to know how much the words had hit a nerve.

“Jungkook, please..I-“

“Thanks but I’ll pass, mom.”

With that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

—-

Jungkook had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass college was, and how much of a bigger pain the students were. He made his way through the large corridors of your college, his eyes were glued to his phone, continuously refreshing the tracker and making sure your location still displayed that you were at your apartment.

He finally came across the classroom he had been searching for and he raised his knuckles, knocking on it.

“Come in,” He heard the voice on the other side say and he let himself inside the empty classroom.

Professor Clark stood in front of a desk, going over what seemed to be some type of power point and a pile of documents filled his working area.

“Please enlighten me as to why you couldn’t give me an answer over the phone.” Jungkook said, not bothering with a simple greeting.

Professor Clark gave him a hard look, sighing as he adjusted his glasses.

“Jungkook, what you’re asking me to do is …really severe.” He explained to him in a low whisper, motioning him to come closer and Jungkook quickly closed the space between them.

“I know, but if what you are worried about is losing your job, you won’t.” Jungkook assured in a low tone. “My mom is one of the best lawyers you know, this won’t tarnish your job.”

Professor Clark gave him a wary look, not looking fully convinced by the younger boy’s desperate attempts to make him cave in.

“That’s considering if you even get caught,” Jungkook whispered with the lightest of smirks.

Professor Clark shook his head.

“Kid, your mother is a dear and treasured friend of mine and I’m close with your father as well but this is just …too risky. So many things could go wrong.”

Jungkook wasn’t interested in what could go wrong, he knew that this professor could easily do it but he was being stubborn. Jungkook had witnessed how people always played dirty. After all, he had grown up with them, his parents were both wealthy and respectful figures in society. He knew how those types of people pulled strings and used their power to their own advantage countless times.

“I don’t know , Y/n is a fairly good student of mine. Decent grades and a nearly perfect attendance,” Professor Clark informed him with a frown, giving him a questioning stare.

“Why would you want to do this type of thing to her? Is she an ex girlfriend of yours, kid?” He asked Jungkook with a concerned expression.

“No,” Jungkook denied, with a firm shake of his head.” I’m trying to help her, just trust me on that.”

Professor Clark looked to be in deep thought, debating his options and if he was actually willing to do this type of favor.

Jungkook knew he just needed a little push.

“Besides, I think you owe me this for how long I’ve let you get away with practically eye fucking my mother every time you would come over for dinner,” Jungkook muttered in a low hiss, raising a single eyebrow and he saw Professor Clark freeze immediately.

“I’ve never disrespected your mother, we are just good fri-“

“Oh cut the bullshit, to her you might be a simple friend but to you, she’s someone you never got over back in college.” Jungkook cut him off, narrowing his eyes.

There was endless dirty laundry to expose about his family and their group of friends but Jungkook knew it didn’t need to come to that.

“I do wonder how my father would take that.” He tilted his head, “ and I wonder even more how your wife would take that.”

Professor Clark returned his glare, letting out a frustrated sigh. Jungkook wasn’t sure how far exactly this man’s fascination with his mother was but he certainly carried a guilty conscience with how visibly shaken up he had gotten at the mention of his wife.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Give me some time though.”

Jungkook gleamed, letting a full smirk form on his face.

Professor Clark gave him another concerned look.

“ I knew you would grow up to be trouble boy, you have given your poor mother nothing but headaches.”

Jungkook didn’t bother responding, he was already halfway out the door.

—

It was torture, going so long without touching or being close to you but it would be worth it. Jungkook was hellbent on teaching you a lesson, and what better way to do that than to give you what you wanted for so long?

Peace of mind.

Leaving you alone for the past two weeks while he perfected his plans would reward you both soon. If Jungkook knew anything about you, it was that you would be in the same torture as him. You were most likely trying to figure out what his next move was, losing sleep over if whether or not he would expose you to your little friend.

You still held so much hope for her even after that voice recording, he didn’t really didn’t want to show you more but he knew he had to in order to get you to a completely vulnerable state.

His eyes scanned over his phone screen, and he checked the time.

You would be heading to your apartment soon.

Then, right on time his phone vibrated.

From Eunji: You almost here?

He smiled, licking his lips as he typed out the response.

To Eunji: Nearly there, babe.

Professor Clark had texted him earlier that he had done what he asked and it was only a matter of days before you would be expelled from your college for violating one of the most strict rules. Plagiarism. The college had a zero- tolerance policy for it and with the help of his mother’s friend, that essay  he tampered with would be your last at that college.

It was cruel, he would admit it. But he needed you to fully rely on him, he needed to strip you of all the good things in your life so you had nowhere else to run but him.

People made desperate decisions in desperate times, you would be no different.

How could you ever refuse him when he would offer you a completely free ride at another, highly more prestigious college? You would never want to burden your parents more, they were already struggling as it was.

And how were you meant to explain to them you had been expelled for plagiarism of all things? So much embarrassment and shame. You wouldn’t do it, you would avoid going back home at all costs.

He knew your kind nature wouldn’t want to put your parents through that type of stress and disappointment.

But lucky for you, you wouldn’t need to face any of that. You would have him .

Jungkook walked out his childhood room, turning down the hallway and he nearly bumped into his mother but he stepped out of the way just in time.

“Sorry,” He mumbled and his mother gave him a warm look.

“You’ve been coming over more lately, I’m glad.” She told him and he simply stared at her, not knowing what to respond.

“ I have to go.” He says instead and goes to move past her but she grabs his arm, stopping him.

He flinched, eyes immediately going down where her hand was touching him and she lets go instantly.

“I’m sorry, um..” She apologizes and lets out a sigh. “I was just coming to ask you if you have seen my necklace? The butterfly one, I can’t find it anywhere.”

Jungkook bit his lip, eyes focusing on the way she motioned towards her bare neck when the words had left her and he shook his head.

“Haven’t seen it.”

His mother opens her mouth, looking like she was about to say something else but Jungkook walks away before she has the chance. His jaw is clenched as he walks outside and towards his car, not being able to ignore the ache in his heart as he climbs inside.

—

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[darkestcorners]

darknets | 02 yandere!jungkook au

pairings: jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, S/A themes, ) blood and violent themes

word count: 13.1k

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summary: You should of known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02

You had been staring at the metal door for hours now, or at least that’s what you assumed. From what you could see, none of the monitors displayed the time. The scratch in your throat grew more irritating by the minute and you weren’t sure if you still were capable of speaking or if your vocal cords had been strained far too much.

Jungkook had been right, the yelling had done nothing but excite the viewers more.

It seemed to further excite him more as well.

The rope had bruised your skin causing it to become red and inflamed. It burned every time you would tug on it or even slightly moved it. So you had decided to not move your body at all. You lay limp on the cushion, your arms angled above your head. You had stopped crying a while ago, you didn’t even feel like you had it in you to continue anymore. All that was left was fear, so much fear. It was safe to say you had never imagined yourself being in this position, you had just seen it happen to others through a TV screen or laptop screen.

A laptop screen. The memory of that unfortunate and damned day came flooding back to you, the terrified face of that girl who’s fate you had followed so shortly afterwards. You wondered if it was life’s cruel way of punishing you for not taking what you had seen more seriously, for not doing anything. That thought only made you feel guilty and then bitter, why you would be punished for the wrongdoings of these criminals was beyond you. But life was indeed unfair like that, and just like that, you had become another statistic.

You could blame so many other things, your lack of awareness, your poor choice in friends. The list would be endless but at the end of the day, who would have seen this coming? The idea of someone so close to you, a simple college girl at that, would be involved in this. Whatever this was , was just simply unlikely and so terribly unfortunate.

The sound of metal screeching forced you out of your pathetic head. You craned your neck at the sight of Mina’s frame climbing down the metal steps. She turned to you, an unreadable look on her face as she carried something in her hands. Her cautious footsteps had you on edge, the uncontrollable anger returning to you in that second but you swallowed it down, settling for a sharp glare instead.

“I brought you some aspirin,” She says, eyes scanning over your less than flourishing state. “ For your head..”

You clench your fists, a scoff leaving your lips.

“How considerate of you, friend.” You bit out, unable to keep the burning feeling of betrayal at bay. You wanted nothing but to lunge at her.

Truthfully, you had forgotten about the blow to your head already but you could surely still feel the dried up blood that stuck around your neck.

Mina sighs, avoiding your glare as she begins to open the bottle.

“I already told you, I didn’t want to do this to you.” She pours a pill into her palm before kneeling down to meet you at an eye level.

“I had no choice, my cousin is…” She pauses, staring at you before she continues. “ He wouldn’t have taken my refusal to help him lightly.”

You wanted to smack her. How could she possibly think she had no other choice? Surely she could have done something, anything that would have avoided these events. She had been the one to knock you out cold to begin with, it was obvious that your so called friend had been more than compliant in this. Was she trying to fool you into pitying her? That by some miracle, if you did manage to escape, she wouldn’t be incriminated like her psychotic cousin? She was mistaken. You would make sure she would spend the last of her days rotting in a cell, one that would resemble the one you were in right now.

“What the hell are you talking about? You let him do this to me.” You attempted to raise your voice but it cracked, the new hoarseness of it forcing you to remain it at a low and even tone.

“I know, I know okay?” Mina’s face scrunched up in frustration. “ You just need to accommodate.”

You knitted your eyebrows at her choice of words. Accommodate? To being kidnapped? You were positive this wasn’t the Mina you knew anymore, no way this was your friend telling you to accommodate to this type of situation.

“No,” You shook your head, giving her an incredulous look. “ No, y-you need to get me out of here, this is fucking crazy-“

Mina’s eyes widened, tugging at your wrists and the action made your mouth fall open, a silent pained whelp leaving you.

“Shut up,” She hissed, bringing her face closer to yours. Her hot breath hit your face as her desperate eyes begged you to comply. “ They have cameras everywhere.”

“They?” You repeat breathlessly, the sting of the ropes still present .

“Jungkook and…the others like him. Like us. “ She explains in a quick mutter, glancing behind her before she turns back and without warning shoves the tiny pill in her hand into your mouth. You groan against her but she pries open your mouth with ease, with almost a trained technique and your left with no choice but to swallow.

“I don’t have much time but you just need to trust me.”

Trust? That word was laughable now. There was no ounce of trust left anywhere, it had been broken the moment she had lured you into a lion’s den.

“You hav-“

Your little discussion came to an end quickly, interrupted by the sound of a person landing on the floor smoothly. Your eyes trailed over to the familiar figure, your heart rate unconsciously quickening at his return. Jungkook held a tray in his hand, his long legs crossing the room with ease as he took in the scene before him. You could see Mina tense up at his arrival, her back continued to face him before she slowly turned her neck.

“Having a nice chat?” Jungkook asks, raising an inquisitive eyebrow but once his eyes met yours, he sent you a smirk. The action nearly caused you to recoil. No matter how seemingly normal he appeared right now, you couldn’t get the horrifying scene out of your head from earlier. The vendetta mask over his face, hovering over you as he had run his fingers over your skin, taunting you as you thrashed around him, screaming and pleading at him to stop. All as the phone camera captured every moment of your agony.

“Scream louder , baby “ He whispered in your ear and the mask touched your forehead giving the close proximity. His dark eyes were barely visible through the narrow openings but you could tell they were boring right into you.

“The view count only gets higher with every one of your little high-pitched cries for help.”He coos in an alarmingly deep tone, the contradiction of it makes your skin crawl. You hated giving in but you couldn’t help the sobs that continued to leave you.

“That’s right, just like that.” He encouraged you, causing you to pull back and turn your face away from him but his fingers only gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to continue to look at the disturbing piece of plastic that decorated his face. “ Ah, don’t do that. The viewers want to see your pretty face. “

“Stop! Stop it!” You yell but your body was growing exhausted with all the effort you had put into fighting against him with no results. The weight of his body on top of yours alone was too much, it felt like it was crushing you.

“Let me go! You crazy fucker!” Your eyes squinted at the camera light hitting your face directly, you watched as Mina came closer, her lips set in a straight line as she recorded the horrifying scene. You had attempted for her to meet your gaze but she avoided it every time you would look over , her eyes focusing on the screen instead.

But you had seen her slightly flinch with every new scream that left your body.

An infuriating groan leaves you and your knee comes up to attempt to hit Jungkook in the most sensitive spot of his body but he is quick to grip your knee, forcing it down while simultaneously trapping it beneath him with the strength of his own leg.

“You,” Jungkook says lowly , followed by a chuckle. “ put up a good fight, don’t you?”

His other leg works to trap your other knee, making your legs sit in an uncomfortable and awkward position.

“Usually,” His hands then move to grasp your arms that won’t stop trying to free themselves despite the ropes that prevent them entirely in doing so. “ I don’t really like my non-compliant girls.”

The grip he hands on your wrists now had you completely immobile and at his mercy, it was a feeling you weren’t used to and you didn’t like it one bit. But none of that mattered to anyone here, not even to your once so called friend that watched everything play out.

They were absolutely demented.

“But I think I’ll find myself very fond of taming you.”

His words had you screaming yet again.

The memory sent a tremble through your entire body , it was as if you were reliving it once again. By the look Jungkook was giving you, it seemed like he had taken notice of what exactly had crossed your mind. But there was no ounce of shame, no remorse, just pure rejoice behind the same dark eyes that had tormented you.

“I gave her some pain killers for her head,” Mina stated flatly before standing back up, her eyes lingering on you before shifting to her cousin.

Jungkook tilted his head, brushing past Mina and kneeling before you. He scanned over your head, fingers grasping your forehead and turning your neck to the side.

“Looks like there’s no brain damage, the symptoms would have shown by now.” He explained before releasing his hard grip and your neck turned back to face him.

“Lucky for you, little cousin.” There was an underlying teasing tone in his words but he still sent Mina a warning look. “ You know I don’t like my investments to be damaged .”

Investments.

You didn’t expect anything less than to be treated exactly like that. It was clear that these people didn’t see you as a human being, they had shown you that already. Treating you as if you were just another crop in their deranged videotapes. You eyed the tray in Jungkook’s hand, there was an apple and sandwich placed on a paper plate.

It was as if the sight of it had reminded your body how deprived you were of food. You didn’t know exactly how long you had been here but it had obviously been far too long by the growl that rumbled throughout your stomach.

“You hungry, baby?” Jungkook taunts the second he notices you gawking at the food on the tray, that sickening smirk returning to his lips. His fingers lift up the plastic plate that holds the sandwich and he moves it towards you, setting it right beside you.

You glare at him, grinding your teeth so hard you are sure that they will break.

“Oh that’s right,” He exclaims in feigned surprise, widening his eyes at your ropes. ”You can’t use your hands can you?”

You took a deep breath, your body was shaking in anger. A light layer of sweat coated your forehead, you were positive you wouldn’t make out of this place alive with your lack of self control. It was nearly impossible not to want to lash out at these sick excuses for human beings.

“I guess no sandwich for you,” He sighs, staring at the food before he takes the apple in his hand and leans forward, it was inches away from your lips. You move your head forward, trying to latch your mouth onto the fruit but Jungkook tears it away the second your teeth graze the skin of the apple.

An involuntary wine leaves your lips at his action which only causes an amused look to settle on his features.

He twirls the apple in his hands before taking a bite out of it, eyes meeting yours as he chews down the juicy chunk of the fruit and it takes everything in you not to let out an enraged scream.

Jungkook continues to watch you before he leans forward again. You flinch back at the sudden closeness . His face was right next to yours. You took in his features more closely, the slightly tan skin and dark sharp pierced eyebrows. That damn cross earring mocked you again, a reminder of how close he had always been yet you had been so oblivious. It hurt more when you realized your paranoia had been right, you had been right all along.

“Next time, don’t try to knee my balls.” He whispered harshly in your ear, reminding you of your earlier poorly executed attempts to injure him.

“I’d much prefer your mouth on them instead.” His gaze darkened and the pure disgusted look you gave him only seemed to bring him more amusement. A chuckle escaped him before he fully pulled away from you and stood back up.

You watched as Mina stood like a statue, as if she was just waiting for Jungkook to give her another order. It was pathetic and it didn’t make any sense. You never took Mina as the type to coward down to anyone, let alone her own cousin.

“She needs to wash up, she has blood all over her.” Mina says, glancing back at you, her face was expressionless as when you first saw her here.

Jungkook nods, following her gaze and his eyes trail down your figure.

“Make it quick,” He mutters. “ I need her ready in an hour.”

Mina stares at him, giving him an incredulous look before she seems to catch on to what he’s saying.

“You’re not…” She starts, shaking her head before she lets out a scoff. “Jungkook, it’s her first night.”

You knit your eyebrows as you attempt to lift your head up. You didn’t like where this conversation was going or what it indicated for you, it couldn’t be anything good from Mina’s reaction and you suddenly felt nauseous at the many terrifying thoughts starting to cloud your head.

Were they going to kill you?

“She needs to learn, your little friend isn’t the most…well-behaved.” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Isn’t that right baby?”

“Fuck you.” You bit out without a second thought, not caring what the consequences would be. It was safe to say you had been through enough already, your mind could only focus on the hatred you felt towards him at this moment.

Jungkook gave you a grin, displaying the tips of his teeth.

“I bet you’d like that,” He says, furrowing his eyebrows as he gives Mina a pointed look. “What did that text she sent you say? ‘Your cousin is such a hot piece of ass’ ’.”

Your face heated up at his words, absolutely loathing him even more than was already possible. Embarrassment washed over you for a split second. Of course he’d use that against you, you hated how you had unknowingly fueled the ego of a psychopath. Your eyes darted over to Mina, glaring daggers at her but she once again didn’t even glance towards you.

“Thank you for that by the way, the feelings are mutual baby.” He says as he eyes the way you had begun to struggle against the ropes again, your body was restless with the newfound anger and adrenaline that rushed through you.

“Besides,” His attention is back on Mina who continues to frown at him “ it’s a  great opportunity for her to meet the other girls.”

Other girls.

Your stomach drops, the revelation making you halt your movements entirely. The thought had crossed your mind but somehow you never imagined there would be other girls exactly where you were at right now. Your eyes traced the space, traveling towards the metal gate again.

There were more girls, more girls like you. The more you went over it in your head, the more it made sense. That video of the girl you came across. Of course there was more, you weren’t the first girl they had kidnapped and you surely wouldn’t be the last. The thought that you weren’t alone here should have brought you some comfort, as cruel as that was but it did the opposite. If there were more girls, that meant this place was a lot harder to escape from than you had thought.

You didn’t know exactly how many he meant by other girls but there had to be a significant amount . Something told you this was a lot more serious than some hacker simply kidnapping a few girls for his sick videos.

When you placed your attention back to Jungkook and Mina, you found them muttering to each other in low whispers that your ears couldn’t decipher. It was on purpose. What they had been discussing in front of you up until now had been obviously meant for you to hear but that seemed to come to an end with whatever else they were talking about now.

They suddenly fell silent and you watched Jungkook send one last glance your way before brushing past Mina and climbing back up those metal stairs. Mina's eyes followed Jungkook until he disappeared from view and the screeching metal door shut behind him.

She then faced you, her eyes fixated on the ropes around your hands as she made her way towards you without another word.

—-

You didn’t know what you were expecting to be upstairs, a part of you thought the underground cellar they had you in was just located somewhere beneath Mina’s house but that hopeful thought was quickly crushed the moment Mina tugged you up the metal gate.

This was no house.

Your eyes scanned over the dimly lit wide hallways, the metal doors at every corner and the bright tiles that stared back at you. It was huge. You tilted your head up, the ceiling was too far up and there were no windows in sight. Your eyes attempted to search for another metal gate on the ground like then one you had emerged from but you couldn’t detect any.

“What is this place?” You mumble as Mina tugs you forward, your hands are still tied around your back and to your surprise, Mina seemed a lot stronger than she looked.

But you were sure you could still take her.

“There’s nowhere to run, you won’t get far.” Mina seemed to read your mind instantly, shutting down your plan before you even properly finished thinking it.

There was always somewhere to run. If there was a way in, there was a way out.

But you knew it wouldn’t be smart to try and make a run for it right now. Mina was right, you wouldn’t get far because you didn’t know where to run. You needed to change that.

You sent her a glare that she ignored and continued to pull you through the halls. You tried your best to memorize what you could, keeping an eye on where you had just come out of. But it was hard considering everything seemed to look the same, the metal gates at each corner looked identical to each other and you were finding it difficult to pinpoint exactly what would be memorable. Mina took a sharp turn, dragging you through another long hallway that further confused you but you kept in mind the fact that there still didn’t seem to be another metal opening on the ground like the one you had been locked inside.

That had to be the pinpoint of the mental map you were creating.

You attempted to slow down your pace, trying to take everything in around you but Mina’s hurried steps prevented you from doing so.

“Can you fucking slow down? You’ve kept me tied to a bed for god knows how long, I’m sore.” You snapped at her, pulling against her grip. She sighed as she came to a slow stop, a seemingly regretful look flashing in her eyes.

“I’m sorry but I can’t stop, they are watching me.” Mina whispered, forcing you to keep walking, although she did keep her pace a bit slower this time.

Watching me.

Your eyes darted to the corners of each wall but you couldn’t spot any cameras.

“You can’t see them but they are there.” She added in a low mutter, and you licked your dry chapped lips. This would indeed be harder than you thought, and every step you took forward made your stomach sink more.

Would you ever even get out of here?

After a few more minutes of walking down yet another hallway to the left, you finally came to the desired destination. What looked to be a communal shower. You knitted your eyebrows as Mina pushed you forwards into the wide space, the ceramic tiles looked spotless but as you took in more of the area, you felt your heart skip a beat. There were two girls in the showers a few feet away, they didn’t look the slightest bit phased at your arrival. On the contrary, they seemed to be in a hurry , a worried expression on their gazes.

You naturally looked away, not knowing how to react at the casual nudity and lack of privacy but you couldn’t help and stare down at the water running down the drains, it was tinted red.

Blood.

Your gaze slowly met their figures again and this time you couldn’t help your invasive stare. There were countless bruises on one of the girl’s legs, arms, and stomach. Even on her face. You gulped, feeling that same fear return to you.

“Ladies,” Mina announced herself, and you stared at your once friend as she stepped further inside the room, her hand still gripping yours back.

“Hurry up, you have 5 minutes.” The commanding tone in her voice took you by surprise, it was too natural and calculated. Too practiced.

You didn’t know why it surprised you by now. It was evident your friend had a completely different life outside of her seemingly normal college girl appearance. It was more surprising how you never managed to suspect anything.

“I have 10.” One out of the two girls corrected with a flat tone. You eyed her, she had wrapped a towel around her body already and you immediately took notice of her stunning appearance. Her features were sharp and striking, naturally sitting on face beautifully.

“Do-yeon..” Mina let out a sigh, an annoyed look flashed over her and you could tell she wasn’t a fan of this girl.

“Mina.” The girl, Do-yeon, mocked back with a raised eyebrow. She walked closer to you both, her eyes shifting towards you for a split second.

“Who’s this? She’s new.” She noted as she scanned over you from head to toe. You gave her a frown.

Was this girl here willingly? She didn’t look the least bit afraid, she didn’t look anything like the girl behind her. The girl who was quickly gathering herself, slipping on some tight clothing with a tear stained face. Your eyes took in her bruises, that blood was surely mostly hers because the girl that stood in front of you, Do-yeon, had none.

“She is,” Mina stated the obvious. Clearly she wasn’t going to elaborate at all. “Now get dressed, Jungkook’s waiting.”

Do-yeon didn’t respond, she simply gave Mina a less than friendly look before slipping right past her and exiting the room. You whipped your head around as she disappeared down the halls you had just walked through.

“W-Why can she walk around freely? She isn’t tied u-“

“Because she knows she can’t escape.” Mina says, not letting you finish.

Her words crush your hopes more, if that was even possible. But yet they didn’t crush your desperation to get out of here. You didn’t care how much she tried to remind you there was no way out. You knew there was, there had to be.

Your attention goes back to the girl that’s still adjusting her outfit. Your eyes widened as you took in her attire, she was wearing what seemed to be a provocative maid outfit. It was clearly one you would see people wearing as a some slutty Halloween costume and you grew nauseous at the thought that crossed your head. They were obviously dressing up to do some type of role-play. To fulfill some type of kink in front of those cameras.

“Come on, you need to hurry.” Mina began untying the rope around your wrists and you let out a hiss at the stinging that returned to you. Your skin was awfully sensitive and you picked at the ugly bruises, rubbing them continuously.

You glance as her scattered gaze barely meets yours before she hurriedly makes her way out of the room, her heels echoing throughout the empty space. You begin to undress, giving Mina a look before she sighs and turns around, providing you with the slightest bit of privacy.

The slightest bit of decency. It looks like she had that much left at least.

Once your clothes hit the ground, you step into one of the showers , turning the handle and feeling the strong pressure of the water hit you instantly. You felt incredibly exposed, there weren't even curtains separating each shower and someone could easily walk inside the room considering there wasn’t even a door either. With that in mind, you hurried, washing yourself off and using the bar soup that was laying around to rub the dried blood off you.

“I never wanted to be involved in this, you know..” Mina speaks, her back was still facing you and you keep your eyes fixed on her figure. Your gaze catches sight of something poking out of the back pocket of her jeans, a white card.

A key card.

“Really? You seem pretty good at it.” The sarcasm that leaves is inevitable and you’re not shocked to see her let out a sigh. Good, she deserved to feel horrible for what she had done to you.

She deserved to suffer at least a quarter of what you were suffering.

“I know you hate me now but I really didn’t mean for this to happen, Jungkook got into this …business when he was really young.” She explains and you can’t help but listen intently, your curiosity getting the best of you. There was a part that did want to know why and how they got involved so deeply in this. Why did she follow her cousin without question.

“He was only 16. It started off small, doing only drug deals from time to time. It was bringing the money we needed in.”

You knew Mina’s situation fairly well, her parents were alcoholics and abusive when she was a child so she had been taken away from them and put into the system. However, eventually her grandparents took full custody of her once she was in high school. You could only guess that the same went for Jungkook but you didn’t know what to actually believe anymore.

“Our grandparents were in a tough situation, I’m sure you can relate…” You wanted to let out a scoff, you knew she was trying to guilt trip you. Of course you knew what being in a tough financial situation meant but you would have never had taken the route she had. Was she insane? This was far from the relatable situation she thought it was.

“I would have never ..” You start but she raises a hand to motion you to be quiet.

“Maybe not but you can’t blame us for trying to give ourselves a better life. The money was enough but Jungkook got greedy…he was always smart but I didn’t know that it would lead him into this..”

You shut off the shower, your bare feet padding against the tiles as you reached over to grab one the many towels on the metal hangers. You quickly wrapped it around your body, shivering slightly at the coldness of the room.

“But he did, he soon got into this business and once you’re in, it’s hard to get out of it. I didn’t want any part of it at first but Jungkook insisted that what he was doing was not…as bad it seemed. I believed him.” You could hear the heavy emotion that took over her voice, the way it slightly quivered towards the end. It brought an unexpected emotion inside of you, almost as if that tone had reminded you that your friend was still in there somewhere. That this wasn’t a completely heartless human being.

“Now I’m too deep in it, so I started helping him do simple things at first. Just with the hacking and drug deals, helping him find girls that would bring more views.” She continued, the shame was clear in her words. “ But that soon turned into finding him girls that would likely be auctioned off to other traffickers…”

Auctioned.

You felt your blood run cold.

“You auction these girls?” You didn’t even try to hide the disgust in your voice, not being able to believe your friend would ever stoop so low.

Mina looks over her shoulder, fully turning around once she notices you’re covered up. You watch as she crosses the other side of the room where a pile of clothes sit on a metal counter. You eye the hallway outside but you know better than to try to make a run for it, even if you were itching to bolt down it.

“Yes, but we don’t do that to girls if that’s what you’re wondering…” Mina states as she comes back over to you.

You raise an eyebrow at her, your stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels.

“Then what do you do?”

“They just perform for the cameras…do strip teases, in a way they are sort of like cam girls. Some do perform sexual acts on the guys but …they are not forced.”

You stare at her in complete horror, not understanding what she was implying at all. Why would any of these girls perform those acts willingly? There was no way they weren’t being forced.

“Why would they ever-“

“They get treated better if they offer to do those types of acts. They get better rooms, private rooms, better food, better beds.” She explained it to you in such a monotone voice that sent shivers down your spine.

These girls were in such a desperate situation that they were willing to trade their bodies for basic comforts, for some simple decent hospitality that was treated as a luxury. You felt sick to your stomach in an instant. You didn’t want to imagine what that meant for the girls who didn’t comply with those acts.

“That blood that one girl had, the bruises..” You trailed off, glaring at Mina in suspicion and she hung head low, her eyes glued to the floor.

“That’s why I’m telling you to accommodate and not fight against them.” She simply said, handing you over the clothes in her hands and you clench your jaw, harshly ripping them out of her hands.

You try to hold in a gasp at the piece of clothing she gave her, it was identical to what the girl that just left here had been wearing. A skimpy maid outfit that barely looked like it would cover up much of your body, and a pair of knee high stockings to make it even more perverse.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m putting this on.” You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You didn’t what they planned on you doing with this on but you weren’t about to be so compliant.

Mina bit her lip, looking like she was holding back from lashing out on you and this was the first time you saw a hint of anger flash through her eyes.

“If you don’t put that on, things won’t go well for you.” She warned, not a hint of hesitation in her words. Her lips were set in a straight line as she stared you down, raising a challenging eyebrow.

“You know that girl that just left, the one that questioned who you were?” Mina asked in a hiss, and you remained quiet as you gave her a questioning stare. “ That’s Do-yeon.Jungkook’s golden girl, a personal favorite of his.”

You didn’t know why she was telling you this or why you would care about that but by the look she was giving you, it looked like you were meant to care very much.

“That’s who you better replace if you know what’s good for you.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion at her warning, or more so her threat.

“What?” You demand.

You let out a gasp when Mina grips your arm, forcing you forward that you nearly bump heads with each other. You’re taken off guard by her sudden force that your towel nearly falls off but you grip in place, your eyes widening at her actions.

“My cousin may be cruel but there's others here much worse than him.” She said slowly, in your ear, her hot breath right below your neck and she tightened her grip as the next words left her. “If you’re auctioned off to other traffickers, I can’t get guarantee what they will do to you.”

You swallow, feeling your legs suddenly lose strength at her words. You stumbled back, you could feel your heart start to race already. Not only did you not recognize your friend at this moment, her entire demeanor was foreign to you, it was as if a true stranger was staring back at you. But what she had said sent a wave of terror throughout your entire body because you had heard the emotion in her voice too clearly.

She was scared as well.

Scared for you.

—-

Your heels clicked against the floors and you were practically wobbling them, not used to ever wearing such high platforms like the ones you had one right now. Not to mention, you felt the urge to tug down your too small excuse of a skirt every second, you were sure your entire backside was hanging out of the little clothing. The entire outfit fits far too tight on you, leaving nothing for the imagination.

You could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears with every step, your hands trembled behind you, feeling awfully clammy and the welts around your wrists still stung. But the worst part of it all was the blindfold Mina had tied over your eyes, giving out some pathetic excuse of needing to wear it until you arrived at the room you were about to be filmed in.

The shift in atmosphere was noticeable immediately, not only did the room temperature change but you heard slight murmurs around you. You felt the blindfold being untied from around you and slowly slipped down your neck, your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the horrifying scene that awaited you. It was a large dimly lit room, with neon green lights flashing every so often and darting at every angle. What first caught your attention was the girls scattered around the room, there seemed to be around 10 and some were in outfits identical to the one you were wearing while others wore more disturbing ones. One girl in particular looked like she was in a Lolita cosplay outfit, a bib wrapped over neck and the light pink dress purposely made her look infantilized. It was awfully uncomfortable to witness.

Even more comfortable to look at was the men that surrounded the room, there were only a few, a total of 4. But they wore those same awful vendetta masks, only this time, they lit up a neon green against the darkness. Only further adding to the sinister look. You noticed one familiar gaze and set of tattoos, the hands you recognized far too well by the rings he wore.

Jungkook.

He sat on a chair a few feet away from you, the camera that stood on a tripod was angled perfectly on him and the girl that sat on his lap. You instantly recognized who she was, her side profile was just as stunning as her overall face. Do-yeon. She was giving him a lap dance, her entire cleavage was in his face and his lustful gaze was evident even behind the mask he wore, it traveled down every inch of her, seeming to enjoy every second of the blissful act. She leaned in, whispering something in his ear as her hand traveled down his upper thighs and you saw him grip her backside roughly, fully forcing her on top of him.

Your eyes continued to invasively watch them, not knowing what to do and where to look. The sight at every corner was even more terrifying than the last, there were girls giving full on blow jobs to some of the men and others were being tied up by chains, letting the men pleasure themselves with their head in between their legs. The sound of smacking suddenly echoing through the room made you jump, your eyes darting to yet another nauseating scene , another girl in a similar outfit as you, hanging from the ceiling with two chains wrapped around her wrists as a masked man hit her continuously with a paddle. Everything you were seeing was against your will, your eyes meeting another erotic view of a girl nearly fully undressed, her body bouncing up and down on the last remaining of the men on what looked to be a bondage lounger with a chain around her neck.

It was like you were in your own personal hell, something straight out of a true crime documentary. 

You stepped back, cowering into a corner as you watched the cameras that were set up capture everything but unfortunately one particular person noticed you, and it was who you were dreading most.

Jungkook caught your gaze, dark eyes settling on you momentarily as he seemed to forget the woman on top of him. You saw as he whispered something to her before she turned her head, eyes meeting yours in a scrutinizing stare. Her uninviting look confused you to no end, not understanding how you had managed to make an enemy out of another hostage like yourself.

She stood up, walking off to the side and you could tell she was not happy with whatever he had told her.

You looked to the side, barely noticing that Mina was nowhere to be found. You didn’t know why her absence made you feel more vulnerable now, it wasn’t like she was much help or your friend anymore but yet she was the only familiar face among these strangers.

Other than the devil walking over to you right now.

“Looking for my little cousin?” Jungkook spoke,evidently noticing your scattered gaze but you didn’t reply.

Once he was out of sight from the camera, he took off his mask, revealing his attractive face that you wanted to ruin so badly.

“She’s not going to help you, I wonder when you will figure that out…” He says with a tilt of his head, eyes scanning over your exposed figure before a smirk took over his pierced bottom lip.

“Don’t fucking look at me.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them but yet you don’t regret them. You watch his eyes narrow at your hostile tone but his smirk widens.

You breath hitches as he takes a step closer to you, towering over you and you let out a yelp when he harshly grips your chin. His fingers forcing you to look right up at him.

“You’re quite demanding for a hostage.” He rasps, eyes seeming to take in every one of your features and intently searching for your reaction but you say nothing in return, the only thing you can do is tug at his wrist, attempting to pull yourself out of his hard grip.

He seems to find your efforts amusing, endearing even as he lets out a small breathless laugh.

“Maybe I should call you princess…you sure love acting like one.” He says, a twinkle in his eye as he lets go of your chin but then instead comes to wrap a hand around your waist, tugging you against him and your breasts are pressed up against his chest in an unwillingly close proximity you hate.

“You already do look like one.” He finishes before his lips meet yours and you feel his tongue swirl inside you without warning, it evokes a gasp from you. He grins into the kiss and you groan against him. Your teeth come to bite down harshly, feeling the metal of his lip ring graze your own lip, then the taste of iron follows.

He lets out of curse but doesn’t pull away instantly . He continues his assault on your mouth for a few more seconds before he lets go, a trail of blood dripping down his chin and he sends you a threatening look.

“Lucky for you..” He slowly wipes the blood off his chin, and then brings his thumb to your cheek , dragging it down all the way to your neck, staining you in the red liquid. You shiver against him, loathing the feeling of his fingers running down your neckline. Marking you. “ I love a little pain, princess.”

“You’re sick, you know that?” You tell him as his thumb leaves your skin at last, his eyes bore into you as you continue your tangent. “ You had to resort to trafficking innocent girls to make a dollar, how pathetic are you.”

You see something flash in his eyes at your insults but he remains stoic. He raised an eyebrow at you, as if he was inviting you to continue. An invitation that you gladly took.

“What do you gain in reality? Torturing innocent girls? You even treat your own cousin like a rag doll, you people are fucking insane.” You spit, complete rage fully taking over you, the anger that ran through you was unable to control. Your mouth was running faster than your thoughts now and you didn’t want to stop.

“Does that bring you pleasure? Seeing these girls all bruised up and at your feet? Huh!? Does that bring you fucking pleasure!” You yell out, your voice cracking at the end due to the hoarseness it still carried from your earlier screaming.

Without warning, Jungkook wraps a hand around your neck, pushing you straight back into the wall behind you. Your mouth falls open in shock and he lifts you up slightly with ease, your hands immediately thrash against him, pulling at his arm that is suffocating you.

“You’re right, I do take pleasure in torturing little brats like you.” Jungkook snarls, eyes narrowing in on you fully and his gaze darkens even more at your struggles. He tightens his grip more and you feel the air start to rapidly leave your lungs, your fists coming to hit him against his chest repeatedly.

“I see you’re starting to get your voice back, it would be a shame for me to fully break those little vocal cords.” He threatens and pushes you harshly again, your legs kick out underneath you and you're wildly panicking now with the lack of air you're receiving. His tight grip on your neck finally loosens a bit and your feet fully plant against the floor again.

“I really would hate to have a mute little princess.” He states, raising both his eyebrows as he seems to actually over think. “But then again, maybe that foul mouth of yours could have a much better use than talking.”

With that, he releases you completely and you cough violently the moment his hand leaves your neck. Tears brim over your eyes as you rub a hand over the surely marked skin, saliva mixed in with the blood from your impulsive action of biting him runs down your chin then neck . You breathe in deeply, trying to recover the loss of oxygen that was momentarily ripped away from you.

Your eyes gloss over the room, nobody seems to pay you any mind. It was as if this kind of behavior was normal for them. You wondered if they already had witnessed much worse and then the memory of that girl filled with bruises down her body fills your mind.

Jungkook grips your arm, forcing you to walk forward and practically hurls you out of the room. The metal door behind him shuts and the sound echoes throughout the empty hallway you have been thrown back out into with Jungkook right behind you.

Your eyes instantly meet Mina who seemed to be waiting patiently outside the door, she instantly looks startled by the sudden arrival of you and her gaze falls on the slight blood that still covers Jungkook’s chin.

“Take her to her room, and chain her up this time.” Jungkook orders and Mina pulls herself off the walk and straightens up, giving you a questioning glance that screams ‘What the hell did you do?’. “She’s not eating tonight, let's see how long she can keep her little attitude up before she starves.”

Jungkook is about to hand you over to Mina but he halts, tugging you back into him again and he lowers his face to your ear. You feel his breath tickle your skin and it makes your heart skip a beat in pure fear.

“You might be a princess but I’m the king, don’t forget that baby.” His warning is clear and it’s one he makes sure only you can hear before he shoves you towards Mina who already had her hands out to come grip you against her. Jungkook sends you one last sharp glare before he disappears back inside the room, leaving you alone with the second person you officially despised most in this world.

“What was that?” Mina demands as she drags you down the hall, taking you back to where you most dreaded being right now. You didn’t know if you could stand more hours in that agonizing cellar, even worse now that Jungkook had orders for you to be chained.

You knew Mina was obviously referring to your little tantrum. It was clear that she wanted you to get on Jungkook’s good side and appeal to him but you simply couldn’t do that. Of course you were terrified out of the outcomes, of being auctioned to some other people that would be just, if not more, cruel than the one you were dealing with now but you couldn’t bring yourself to ever be so compliant to someone like him. It was disgusting, you felt disgusting. All you wanted was to get out of here and never look back, for this whole thing to be a nightmare that you would wake up from any given moment.

The sound of the metal door you had just walked away from opening made you stop in your tracks. You turn your neck, watching as that girl, Do-yeon, stepped out. She shut the door behind her and walked forwards, giving you a quick glance but her eyes shifted next to you and Mina stopped immediately. You felt her grip on your arm leave you , her attention now fully on Do-yeon.

“Mina, Jungkook said that if you coul-“

Before Do-yeon could finish, you slammed your shoulder against Mina, pushing her forwards and you watched as she instantly lost her balance. Before you could think twice, you gripped her hair and slammed her head against the wall in front of you. The blow to the head was hard enough , you knew it because she lost consciousness right away, her limp body falling against the ground.

Without wasting time, you crouched down next to her , your hands working to find that damn key card you had spotted on her when you were in the communal showers.

You glanced up at Do-yeon, who held a completely shocked expression on her face, her wide eyes staring at Mina’s figure and darting back to you.

“Help me!” You order in a hissed whisper, she seems to break out of her seemingly frozen stance and hurries over to you. You flip Mina over with the help of Do-yeon and dig through her back pockets but you don’t find anything. You let out a curse and continue to search for the item in her front pockets instead, you eye the way Do-yeon’s hands shake as she helps you.

This girl had not looked the slightest bit scared up until now, it seemed like a switch had been turned off and she had remembered what her situation was at that moment. You didn’t know if it was simply the fear of getting caught or how caught off guard she had been by your impulsive and sudden actions.

“W-we can’t, they will catch us.” She stuttered to you but you ignored her , letting out a sigh as you looked through one more area, inside Mina’s shirt. You dig through it and your fingers come across a familiar hard plastic material. Relief washes over you as you take it out and lift yourself off the floor.

“Let’s go.” You say and you hesitate for a moment, staring down at your heels before you rip off the straps and tug the platforms off your feet. You watch as Do-yeon copies your actions and instantly follows behind you as you break into a full on run down the empty hall.

You have no idea where you were going and you really should have waited to think and plan your escape further but you were afraid you wouldn’t get another chance. Who knew what Jungkook had planned for you, he seemed willing to punish you for the slightest of incompetence. As you ran down the wide halls, all you could think about was finding the right door that the key card in your hand would open.

“To the right!” You hear Do-yeon say behind you when you come across two split hallways and you follow her advice, sprinting down the more narrow corridor. The lights were dimmer here, a part of you was expecting someone to jump out from the many doors on each side. You continue to run forwards, you know one thing, a place this big for sure couldn’t have the exit door without a lock or passcode , and it had to be larger than the small doors you were passing.

You soon reach a dead end but to your luck, there is a large door at the end of the corridor that awaits you. You take the key card, holding your breath as you place it inside the slot on the top of the door handle. When you pull , the black screen on the slot flashed red and that’s when you knew you were utterly fucked.

“No no!” You slam against the door and you could feel Do-yeon hovering behind you, letting out a curse when she realizes the key card indeed did not work. You both flinch back when you hear muffled deep yelling from behind you, they sound distant but you know they won’t be soon.

“They know,” Do-yeon starts to panic, her face dropping as complete horror seems to wash over her. “We need to go back. Oh my god, we need to go back.”

You can’t help but be a bit taken back by her change of behavior yet again, she had seemed so confident and sure of herself when she was with Jungkook just minutes ago, she even looked upset with you when you had stolen his attention for a split second.

Her fear and distress brought you some comfort, it made it clear that it had all been a facade. Every girl here wanted to escape, they wanted their freedom but they were willing to comply with anything for a better outcome in the place they had been forced into.

“Shut up, we aren’t going back.” You say as you begin to look around. You spot a fire extinguisher attached to the wall beside you both and you thank your lucky stars it’s not inside one of those glass cabinets. You pull it, your face scrunching up as you put your whole strength into yanking it off the wall.

A sigh leaves your lips as it successfully comes off and you bring it over to the door, you hold it up a good distance above your head and position it directly over where you’re about to let it fall against.

“What are you doing-“

Do-yeon’s voice drowns out with the sound of the extinguisher hitting the door handle roughly, you let out a groan as you repeat the action repeatedly. Your body was full of adrenaline that you had no idea where you had gained from but you figured it was just your fight or flight instincts taking over completely.

“Come on,” You mutter, your eyebrows set in deep concentration as you give the handle one last slam with the metal item and watch the black digital screen crack completely. You let the fire extinguisher fall to the ground and Do-yeon grips the door handle, pulling the door open.

You didn’t expect for it to actually open and your eyes widened at the action. Do-yeon is the one to tug you forward this time, yelling at you to hurry up. You both met with an incredibly long set of stairs that lead to god knows where but you figured you couldn’t possibly be running towards anything worse than what you were leaving behind.

Gripping the side of the staircase, you make sure you don’t trip and fall. That would surely slow you down and possibly ruin everything. You glance back at Do-yeon who is hot on your heels, her long legs working much faster than you thought and she nearly rushes completely past you. You still hear the screams but they are getting fainter and fainter with every step, signaling that you must be going the correct direction.

Once you reach the bottom of the staircase, another door greets you but luckily this one doesn’t seem to have any lock on it. You both push against it and it easily opens but what you weren’t expecting was the raging alarm that sets off the minute you are out the door.

“Fuck!” You cry out as the sound blares through the entire building which now that you are outside notice it looks like some type of factory but you weren’t quite sure due to the darkness of the night. You glance around you, the wind hitting your face is satisfying beyond belief but you don’t have time to enjoy it.

A wired fence stands a few feet away. Dread fills you completely at the sight of it. It’s tall, far too tall.

“There’s no way.” Do-yeon voices your pessimistic thoughts as she stares at the fence but you pull her hand, dragging her beside you as you run towards it. You feel your chest burning as exhaustion threatens to take over you but you force your legs to keep moving against the grass field.

The only thought running through your mind is that you pray and hope this fence isn’t electrical.

“Come on, get on.” You point upwards as you latch onto the fence and hoist yourself up, instantly starting to climb up it. You glance down towards her and watch as she hesitates, starting over at the building.

“Do you want to go back there?! Get.On.” She sighs as she holds onto the fence and follows your movements, climbing up in hurried motions. You both give each other a weary look when you glance down at the distance you are climbing and know for a fact if you fall, it will likely result in some major injury or death.

This certainly wasn’t helping the fear of heights the girl next to you seemed to have because you instantly took notice of the way Do-yeon’s hands started to shake. You gulp, forcing yourself to remain calm and move quickly, one wrong move and you could easily slip off of this. You could hear your heart pounding rapidly now, there were too many things making panic courses through you, you were waiting for someone to come running after you while simultaneously trying not to fall to your death.

You finally make it to the top and swing a leg over to the other side but that’s when you notice Do-yeon is barely half way up. You grip the edges of the top of the fence as you lean down. There were scratches all over you already and the knee high socks had been ripped by the wires that poked you on the way up.

“Do-yeon, you need to hurry.” You urge her in a breathless cry as you attempt to catch some of your breath. Slight dizziness greeted you but you shook your head, trying your best to keep your vision steady and clear.

“I-I’m trying.” She cries out and you could tell she was seconds away from sobbing, tears pooling over her eyes as she stared up at you.

The roaring sound of a gun shot nearly makes you both tumble right off the fence. A blood curdling scream leaves both your mouths at the same time and you watch as Do-Yeon shuts her eyes while you search ahead of you and see an all too familiar figure stalking over your way. Jungkook held a pistol in one hand and a flashlight in the other. The gun had been pointed towards the sky but he soon lowered it down, coming to point it directly at Do-yeon.

“Both of you would get down right now if you value your life at all.” Jungkook’s voice boomed in a low and deeper tone than you had ever heard it. It sent chills down your spine, his eyes met yours, narrowing instantly as he took in your stance behind the fence and you were momentarily glad Do-yeon’s back was facing him because the deadly look he was giving you was enough to make you want to go running back to him and begging for forgiveness.

But you couldn’t stop now, you couldn’t give up when you were so close to freedom.

“Keep climbing,” You mutter to her as you watch Jungkook continue to take slow and calculated steps. He was taking his time making his way over to you but his long legs were closing the space between you and him at an alarming speed. The large flashlight was enough to illuminate both of your figures and you knew he had a clear view of you as you did of him.

Do-yeon let out a shaky breath and followed your orders, continuing to climb up as you climbed down.

“Do-yeon,” There was a clear threat in Jungkook’s voice but that taunting tone returned to him and you saw the girl instantly halt her movements at the sound of her name. “I know my favorite girl isn’t disobeying me right now.”

You eye the way the color drains completely off Do-yeon’s face but you are unable to stop your own movements, perhaps it was selfish but you had a right to be selfish in this situation. Your entire life was on the line and you couldn’t let anyone hold you back.

“Don’t listen to him.” You whisper but she doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you anymore, you could see her entire body stiffen up and it was taking everything inside her not to turn around and glance back at Jungkook. You wondered if she could just feel the gun he had pointed at her.

“Turn around, right now.” He orders, he was closer now and you knew you only had a few seconds left before he reached both of you.

Do-yeon to your surprise doesn’t listen to him, a frown forming on her face as she seemed to be fighting an inner battle for herself and you truly did pity the girl in that moment.

“Before I put a bullet through that pretty head of yours.”

That seems to break her down completely. She shuts her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks and you know she lost. She wouldn’t make it out of here.

But you still could.

Just as Jungkook comes up behind Do-yeon, you let go of the fence and let yourself fall backwards. Your body hits the ground and you roll over through the dirt. Pain instantly rattled through your back but thankfully it was that body part that broke your fall and not your head. You lifted yourself up, your knees were bleeding and the knee high socks were practically nonexistent now, your bare legs tumbled backwards.

You saw as Jungkook gripped Do-yeon by the leg, harshly pulling her off the fence and she let out a loud cry when he caught her by the hair. He pointed the gun at her head, throwing every insult imaginable and you could see his enraged face from where you lay just 2 feet away. His jaw was clenched as his gaze darted up to meet yours.

If looks could kill.

You were well aware he had a gun in his hand but you concluded that in that moment you would rather be dead than go back to the fate that awaited you with him. So you turn, ignoring the deadly look he sent your way and bolted towards the nearby woods ahead of you.

—-

You didn’t know how long you had been walking, but you knew you were at your limit. For a moment you thought you had completely lost yourself in the depths of the forest but you soon found a narrow road that led, well, you weren’t sure. But you knew it had to lead you somewhere to some type of gas station at least. Never would you have imagined that Mina and Jungkook would have dragged you so far away from civilization, it truly seemed like you were in the middle of nowhere but you knew it couldn’t be that far.

Well, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself in order to bring some comfort to your deteriorating mental state.

Not one vehicle had passed and you were growing impatient.

There were so many thoughts running through your head at once. Your family. If you managed to find help before Jungkook and whoever else was involved in this came looking for you then you would finally be reunited with them. Realistically, you knew you couldn’t have been missing for that long. Maybe 2-3 days at most but you knew your parents must have been losing their minds, you could just imagine your mother having a full breakdown and your father. In his sick state, you couldn’t imagine what he was going through. As much as you disliked how he had treated your mother, he was still your father and your heart ached at the thought of him suffering.

Your little brother. You would see him again, as annoying as he was, you couldn’t wait for him to piss you off everyday again. It was like you could already hear the sound of his obnoxious video games through your bedroom wall at ungodly hours of the night.

But then your mind goes back to the scene you had witnessed, Do-yeon being trapped with Jungkook. You knew you could tell the police everything and possibly help her and the rest of the girls but you weren’t sure how successful you would be in that. It was well known how tricky human trafficking rings were, how hard the dark web was to track, impossible really. The only thing that gave you hope was leading the authorities back here and to completely incriminate Mina and her ties with Jungkook.

You would make sure of that.

The sound of an engine pulls you away from your thoughts and you feel your heart pounding. Your eyes search the empty road ahead and just about start crying right then and there when you see a pair of headlights shine in the distance. At first, you were a bit weary but you figured you had to take your chances considering you didn’t know when you would see another vehicle.

“Help!” You call out, waving your hands above you frantically, you stumble forward as you start skipping towards it. As it drove nearer , you noticed it was a 4 wheeler truck, one that obviously worked to deliver merchandise to warehouses or factories.

“Help me! Please! Help! “ You cry out more desperately, coming to stand right in the middle of the road with no chances of them missing you. The truck comes to a slow stop , your efforts obviously going noticed and you let out the biggest sigh of relief as a young guy slips out the truck. He wore a cap over his head and white polo shirt, some type of business brand name on it, you assumed.

“Miss?” He questions in concern and as he nears you, you make out his features from the strong illumination coming from his headlights. Dark short hair poked out from the sides of his cap but he wore a friendly look on his handsome face, his features were delicate yet sharp.

But as his eyes further took you in, he frowned.

You didn’t blame him, you sure were wearing next to nothing and you were still bleeding from your knees. Your hair was a mess, and it was all over the place.

“Please help me, I-I was kidnapped. You need to call the police.” You explained hurriedly, pointing back towards the location you had been running away from and a look of horror flashed across his face.

“Oh my god,” He says as he seems to try and take in your words, he looked completely taken aback.

“Y-Yeah, there’s a gas station further down the road. I’ll take you.” He tells as he nods his head repeatedly and you find the action too endearing, you couldn’t explain the amount of comfort you felt finally coming across a normal and decent human being. You make your way towards the passenger seat of the truck and he opens the door for you, helping you climb inside.

“Uh, I think there's a jacket there somewhere. To cover yourself up.” He tells you as he hesitantly motions over your exposed legs and you almost laugh at his main concern being protecting your indecency right now. He makes his way over to the driver’s seat and you place the jacket over your legs, your body still shivering terribly at the cold weather you had been walking in for so long.

“I’m sorry, the signal out here is really bad so I can’t call the police but the gas station will have a signal, don’t worry.” He explains to you as he drives down the empty road and you simply nod, your teeth chattering slightly as you stare out the window.

You wanted to cry, you were finally free. The nightmare was over. It was over.

“They run this human trafficking ring..” You tell the guy beside you, unable to keep your emotions from slipping out finally, the events of what happened seemed to come crashing down. It was all coming back and you couldn’t believe what had actually occurred.

He glances at you, listening intently as he furrows his eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know what they do, it’s like a weird cam show . They have all these girls performing, doing lap dances, pleasuring men. It’s terrifying..I-I” You nearly break down, your voice quivering slightly.

“Hey, hey.” The guy besides you says gently, giving you a comforting smile. “ It’s okay you’re safe now. It’s all going to be okay.”

You nod at his words, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you decide to focus on the more positive aspect instead. You were going to see your family again, you were going to go back to college,to your normal simple life. A life you couldn’t begin to be grateful for, it made you think about how you would never complain again. You would see your stupid little crush again, Jaehyun. Everything would go back to normal and you would push this horrible memory away, far away where it couldn’t reach you again.

Your forehead rests against the window, your eyes taking in the forest you seem to leave behind as you enter a more secluded landscape. You crane your neck, seeing something in the distance. It was too dark to make out but it looked like a large building.

“Is that the gas station?” You question doubtfully, you were getting close to it but you still couldn’t decipher what the building was. 

“Uh no,” The guy shakes his head, following your eyeline.” It’s further up ahead, we are just passing by this factory.” 

You fall silent, feeling the truck start to slow down and your eyes drift over to the speedometer. He was definitely slowing down a bit. You eye the guy again and his focused gaze on the road. His sharp and perfect nose stood out to you, but another thing that stood out was his cap. 

That cap.

It was silly, you knew the image only reminded you of Jungkook because of that day he had knocked on your door wearing a similar one. There was no correlation to it, your mind was just being paranoid due to events you had been through. It was getting hard for you to fully trust people but you had to remember the world was filled with more good than bad and this young man was helping you.

But then your mind grasped onto what had just told you.

A factory.

You feel yourself stiffen, your heart dropping as you remember what the building you had escaped from had reminded you of. Just as that thought runs through your head, the guy turns the steering wheel, making a sharp turn down the driveway towards the factory ahead. You let out a shriek at the sudden harsh movement of the truck and your body jolts to the side as he speeds up.

“What’s going on?!” You exclaim as a horrible feeling settles into your stomach. That same familiar dread returns and you nearly pass out when you see a dark figure standing a few feet away in the distance, in front of the building. 

You watch as the guy beside you ignores you, seeming too focused on getting to the destination he was heading towards. He slows down slightly when you come across a wired entry gate, with two people guarding it at each side. He rolls down his window, giving the two guards a slight nod and the gates open instantly.

“No.” You whisper out miserably and you know exactly where you are headed. 

You were so stupid. 

So so stupid.

“Please no.” You whimper, the once friendly man beside you now holds an empty expression on his face, his demeanor shifting dramatically into a cold and domineering aura. He continues to drive up until he’s right at the entrance of the factory, and the vehicle comes to an excruciatingly slow halt. You shut your eyes, uncontrollable tears running down your cheeks as anger and fear run through you again. Hopelessness finally makes its way into you.

The hope you were so desperately holding onto you was disappearing before your eyes.

You jump as the passenger seat door is harshly opened in quick fast motion, already knowing who was awaiting you.

“Surprise, princess.”

__

“I have to say, you were quite lucky that Hoseok was driving around that road.” Jungkook informs you as he pulls you through the familiar halls you had so optimistically thought you had escaped. You were full on sobbing now, not being able to handle the frustration of your failed attempt and the horror that awaited you now.

You were sure Jungkook was planning to make you pay for that scene you had pulled. You didn’t even want to think about the punishment Do-yeon must have endured.

“ I was planning on letting you spend the night alone in that cold forest until morning, but I got antsy.” He says in feigned concern, giving you pout. “ My princess is out there all alone, I just couldn’t wait to see her again.”

He opens a metal door and shoves you inside the barely lit up room, you couldn’t hold in the gasp at the sight of Do-yeon on the ground on her knees, her face giving away every fearful emotion she was experiencing. You noticed she didn’t have any bruises on her which surprised you but should it? Mina did say this was Jungkook’s favorite girl, he must have treated her far better than the others.

You swallow harshly as the door shuts behind you and you hear Jungkook’s footsteps circling you both.

“I want to play a little game.” He announced with a playful grin, his sadistic gaze meeting the girl on the floor as he sent her a glare.

“My golden girl here has been acting disobedient lately.” He says slowly, eyes then drifting to you with an equally heated look in his dark eyes.

“And my new girl has managed to piss me off more than any of the others ever have in the span of 48 hours.”

You stare at him in silence, not daring to move an inch. The tension was thick and you didn’t like what you were feeling. Something wasn’t right, you could feel the anger radiating off Jungkook and it frightened you to no end.

You had made such a stupid mistake in trying to escape.

“I think it’s time to get rid of one of you.”

Your heart sinks at his words, feeling a wave of nausea hit you.

Do-yeon whimpers as she notices him take out something from his back pocket, a gun. You stare wide eyed as he places it in Do-yeon’s delicate hand, forcing her fingers to wrap against it. He then reaches over inside his jacket and takes out another gun, one that looked just the same as the one he had just handed Do-yeon and placed it in your hand.

He tugs on your hair and you let out cry in pain as he forces you down on your knees in front of her. You were face to face now. Do-yeon‘s teary eyes met yours.

“Tell you what, whoever pulls the trigger first gets their freedom.”

He sounded ecstatic but you could tell the rage boiling underneath him. This was his punishment, foolishly you were convinced Jungkook wouldn’t think of ever killing you and much less her. The girl he claimed was his favorite but at this moment every misconception about him was cleared up.

“No, I can’t.” Do-yeon shook her head, letting out a sob as she cowers her face down behind her strands of hair and you stared down at the gun in your hands, tightly placing your finger over the trigger.

“ Oh you will, baby.” Jungkook stated and you looked up, a new wave of terror flooding you when you notice he himself also had another gun on him, pointed at both of you. “Or else I will kill both of you.”

He was insane.

There was no ounce of sympathy in him, no remorse behind his eyes. His hard stare was challenging you both to defy him and see the consequences. An invisible clock was ticking, you knew it. The sound of Do-yeon’s sobs filled the room and you didn’t know what to do.

Maybe it was your time to die.

Because you couldn’t imagine putting a bullet through this girl’s head.

But then you thought of your family, your little brother, your dad and how you may not get to see him before he passed. You thought about your life back home, the dreams you had for yourself, they were nothing special or grand but they were yours. The life you had imagined for yourself was so close to being ripped away, seconds from becoming nothing.

You couldn’t let yourself not be selfish right now, no matter how much you would hate yourself afterwards.

You were crying again now too, your sobs joining the ones that left the girl in front of you as you lifted up the gun to her head and your hand shook so much,  You felt like you were about to faint before you even managed to pull it. You would never forgive yourself for what you were about to do.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper to her, tightly shutting your eyes as your fingers pull the trigger.

A chilling scream leaves Do-yeon.

Yet the sound of the bullet never meets your ears.

You open your eyes, watching as she had her eyes shut, fully bracing herself for her end. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably but she was alive.

A deep chuckle breaks out from Jungkook and your tear filled eyes meet his, he looks almost mesmerized by you. He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe what he was seeing. You stare down at the gun, letting it drop on the floor.

It wasn’t loaded.

It was never meant to be loaded.

“You really want your freedom , don’t you baby?” Jungkook asks you, a sickening smirk forming on those bow shaped lips as he comes to tug you back up on your feet, gripping your arms roughly.

You pull against him but he holds the back of your neck, keeping you in place and making sure you stare right at him.

“So desperate to go back to that pathetic life of yours, to a father that is just a few months away from dying, to a mother that neglects her own children.” He whispers to you in the most condescending tone, fully mocking you and you glare at him , continuing to fight against his tight grip.

“ So desperate to leave me.” He finishes, eyes trailing down to your lips before he meets your eyes again and a new emotion seems to fill his eyes.

A domineering and challenging one.

“Unfortunately for you, princess..” He licks his lips, his other hand coming to brush over the stained blood, his blood, on your cheek softly with his thumb. “ I think you’ve just become my new golden girl.”

—-

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polarity | christmas special one-shot

— Pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

— Genre: yandere

— Warnings: obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation , gaslighting , cheating,  mentions of mental health, mentions of childhood neglect/abuse, dubious consent

— Word Count: 7.8k

— Songs to listen to for this drabble: Sparks by Coldplay, ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift, The Wisp Sings by Winter Aid, Repeat Until Death by Novo Amor

Summary: You spend Christmas with Jungkook against your better judgment and willingness….but as some revelations come to light about his childhood, you’re surprised to find a side of him that you don’t hate.

TO CLARIFY, this one-shot takes place before the events of Chapter 3.

An Installment to the Polarity Series

“Theres an ache in you put there by the ache in me”

—

The train window had fogged up due to the ruthless cold temperature. However, the snow that fell against it made for a scenic view. Your forehead rested on the glass, eyes lingering on every single snowflake that fell graciously on the city before you.

Tearing slightly away , you took a quick glance around you. The train wasn’t that crowded despite it being Christmas Eve but it was still enough to make you feel slightly suffocated. The loud and bright chattering of people made your body feel uneasy, you didn’t know why such a seemingly happy view brought you so much distress.

Well you did know, it was rooted mainly in the fear of embarrassment, of being judged or feeling out of place. They all triggered that emotion that made you squirm in your seat, the same one that made you want to run away and hide from everyone’s intrusive stares that realistically probably weren’t looking at you at all. But your mind sure convinced you of the opposite.

If only having some much knowledge on the subject would actually change matters for you.

But it never did.

You stared down at the box in your hands, the cookies inside looked good but they were surely cold by now. Making a trip to quite literally the completely other side of the city for a dozen sugar cookies really was the most pathetic of choices you could made today but you had read extremely good reviews of the bakery.

You figured it was worth it. A miserable night awaited you if they didn’t meet your expectations, you had already nearly suffered another panic attack just getting in the long line to order them when you had arrived.

The sound of a notification going off made you stare down at your phone in your lap.

From Eunji: Regretting coming home for Christmas already, my parents have managed to get into two fights before dinner is even served.

You wanted to smile but you were still too sad about not being able to go home for Christmas. The plane tickets had been far too expensive and out of your budget range . Not to mention your mother had given you the unfortunate news that your father had lost his job a couple of days ago. If anything, it had served as another reminder that you really needed to find a job.

She had assured that they had already applied to the new warehouse but you weren’t convinced. Your father was getting old, you knew he wouldn’t be able to do the labor that was required in those places for much longer.

To Eunji: It’s good to know nothing has changed since we left for college lol.

You purse your lips at the next message she sent.

From Eunji: Would rather be with my boyfriend tbh

From Eunji: and I wish you were here, it’s so boring

Ignoring the ache in your heart at not only the immense guilt but the overall shame, you decided to ignore her first message and quickly change the subject.

To Eunji: Tell my parents I miss them and I hope you have a merry Christmas. I wish I was there too :(

With that, you shut off your phone and let out a sigh.

“You look pretty when you’re mad.”

You jump at the voice in front of you and your head shoots up immediately. Jungkook was leaning over the seat in front of you, with his head turned back in your direction as he raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“What the hell?” You whispered to him in clear mortification, you couldn’t begin to wrap your head around the fact that he was sitting right across from you in the next seat over. 

How long had he been sitting there? You take another look around you, your eyes finding the entry door that was a few feet away. The train had last stopped about 15 minutes ago but you were sure that was not when he had gotten on. Had he already been here before you got on? If not, how could you have missed him entering and sitting so close to you?

It seemed like life was truly determined in ruining even the seemingly merriest of holidays for you.

“Are you following me?” You demand, but unfortunately you already felt like you knew the answer to that. He merely rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head.

“Baby I’ve been on here since the second stop, I always take the train home from work. Too much traffic.” He replied in the most casual tone which oddly enough unsettled you more because you couldn’t tell if he was lying or not.

You blinked at him, knitting your eyebrows into a scowl. A coffee colored scarf was wrapped around his neck with a  darker colored jacket that accompanied it. You could see the slightest tint of red that dusted his nose, a clear result of the bustling freezing winds that awaited outside.

“Although, I could have easily been following you. By the looks of it, you really aren’t the most observant.” He states and you watched as he slowly lifted himself off his seat and took a step towards you, plopping down right next to you.

Had you really been that oblivious? You had really not spotted him at all but in your defense, the train was crowded and your anxiety didn’t let your attention linger too much on the faces around you without swiftly looking away. You made a mental note to start taking better notice of those that surrounded you.

You scooted away from him, pressing your body up almost entirely against the window next to you. He watched your movements, an annoyed expression forming on his face.

“Why didn’t you go home for Christmas?” He questioned. Despite his unpleasant expression , his tone held no malice in it.

You eye him, turning to glance back out the window. A part of you suspected Jungkook already knew exactly why but enjoyed to entertain himself in your misfortune.

“I couldn’t afford a plane ticket.”

His burning stare was on you and you officially decided that he made you feel more uneasy than of the many people on the train. Or any crowd for that matter.

“Oh baby,” He cooed in a disappointed sigh, tilting his head to better catch your gaze that so desperately wanted to escape him. “I would easily buy you that ticket..”

You turn your head slightly, giving him a glare.

His eyes settled on your lips before slowly tracing back to meet your eyes, the smallest grin teasing his lips.

“ But I won’t, I’d much rather you spend Christmas with me.”He says, reminding you  that his acts of kindness would always be on his terms only.

You really hoped he was joking and that he was simply taking pleasure in tormenting you before he got off at his stop and went about his day that didn’t include having you by his side.

“What?” You gripped the box in your hands tighter, your body stiffening.

“It’s a little selfish, I know but I can always meet your parents next year.” He concluded, eyeing your movement carefully as looked down towards your box of cookies.

Meet your parents? Next year? It was like Jungkook was hell bent on proving how deluded he actually was to you, even more so with the way he didn’t seem to think anything of it.

“Besides,” He started with a shrug. “ Eunji is away with her family , do you really want to spend Christmas all alone?”

No, you thought to yourself.

But you would take being alone over his company.

“I don’t want to-“

“You don’t want to spend Christmas with someone who loves you? Watching movies together with a cup of hot chocolate,” He told you, smiling down at the item between your hands.

“It would go great with those sugar cookies from Elle’s Delightful Pastries.” His voice took a slightly higher pitch when he read the name that was sealed on the side of the white box.

It was strange to see him tell you such trivial things, to hear him describe the usual ideal holiday night you tend to spend with loved ones. He sounded so genuine in his words, and you hated how it resembled the ones of an actual lover so much.

“All by the fireplace, with a great view of the city outside. Watching the snow fall all night.” He went on, his smile only widening and his doe eyes were transfixed on your expressions that you could only assume were giving away how conflicted you were.

“Shouldn’t you be with Eunji right now? Spending time with her family?” You dare to ask, knowing you would likely upset him.

However, he only seems to roll his eyes and lean back his head against the seat.

Eunji had mentioned to you how much she wished Jungkook would have joined her but he had given her the excuse that he would be working. You didn’t buy that for a second. While it did seem like he had come back from work, you knew he likely could choose not to go in for work whenever he chose considering that his father was the CEO of the company. Especially on Christmas of all holidays.

“I think we both need a break from your little friend,” He says, giving you a knowing look. “ And you know how much I prefer your company instead baby.”

The thought of Eunji looking forward to Jungkook meeting her parents and so eager to be with him all the time while he didn’t seem the least bit interested in her made you feel sick to your stomach on her behalf. You couldn’t imagine your so-called boyfriend paying you no attention and dismissing you completely, but then you remembered that it was all because of you.

That maybe if you weren’t part of Eunji’s life, this would have never happened to her and Jungkook would be content and happy with her.

“What? Would you rather be with the friend who didn’t bother taking you home with her for Christmas?”

His words pulled your attention back to him and you shook your head.

“She couldn’t afford two tickets, I wouldn’t ask her to pay for me.” You defend her, knowing it was already more than enough that she paid most of the rent for you both. Eunji had done a lot for you in terms of the financial situation you were in and she didn’t certainly didn’t need to do more.

Jungkook's eyes bore into you, studying you closely as if he didn’t quite believe you. But the look on his face was hard to decipher exactly, a part of you wondered if he was the one that knew something you didn’t.

“You’re right, it would be so two-faced of you to accept an offer like that,” He said, knitting his eyebrows as his tone lowered. “ She doesn’t deserve to spend such a special holiday with a friend who has been going behind her back and messing around with her beloved boyfriend, does she?”

His words made you freeze, you gave him a perplexed look as your mouth fell open in shock.

“You’re the one who forced me into all this.”

“ Of course but that’s not what she will think.” Jungkook shrugged and you fell silent, haunted again by the intrusive thoughts of your friend finding out the truth and truly turning on you completely.

The doubt that stirred in you was so burdensome. It always managed to stick with you, no matter how much you tried to pull away from it.

“And it seems like you know that very well.” He tells you, observing the way you had not tried to argue back against the statement. It reminded you of the day in the car, how he had made you doubt your friendship so much. He had done it again just now and you were doing a terrible job at trying to prove otherwise to him.

“Can’t even fully trust your best friend baby, I wonder how you could bring yourself to love someone  that wouldn’t ever have your back?”

You gritted your teeth, hating how he never failed to dig deep into your psyche and lay out your worst of insecurities in front of you.

Suddenly there was shuffling around you and your eyes darted to the people who were seated on the other side of you , they were getting up along with others in the back. You looked ahead of you, easily finding the letters on the screen that signaled you were at a destination that wasn’t the one you were meant to get off.

You had not even noticed the train had come to a stop in the midst of your conversation with Jungkook.

“Anyways, looks like this is our stop.” He announced looking around as more people crowded the small space between the seats.

You began to shake your head, your stop wasn’t until a couple more minutes but you knew the words had looked familiar on the screen. This was the area Jungkook lived in.

“I was just being polite baby,” He says as he starts taking notice of your unyielding posture and his hand quickly finds yours , cold fingers wrapping around your own.

“We both know my offer wasn’t much of a suggestion.”

Yes, he was right. He knew he would be taking you home with him the moment he had spotted you on this train, even before that most likely. You still suspected he had not run into you by pure coincidence.

He was never suggesting those plans he had so beautifully described to you, it was never a question. It was clear in the look he was giving you now and you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to ruin your friend’s Christmas if you didn’t comply.

Against your better judgment , you let him take your hand and you lift yourself off the seat. He sends you a content look, giving your hand a slight squeeze as you both wait for the space to clear a bit. You slowly start making your way towards the entry doors, Jungkook leading the way as your heart pounds at the many people that were bumping into you and were far too close behind you for comfort.

The loud chattering rang in your ears, you felt disconnected from your surroundings for a split second .The scene was too chaotic and in that moment you had regretted taking the train all together.

Jungkook halts suddenly in front of you and you have to move aside a little to look over his shoulder and figure out what had caused his sudden stop. Your eyes meet a little boy that stands below him, his small height only reaching below Jungkook’s waist.

People continue to walk past you, squeezing in between you as they rush forwards.

“I-I can’t find my mommy.” You finally heard the little boy’s words against the loud voices that filled the space and you let go of Jungkook’s hand, gripping the side of his shoulder instead to lean down towards the child.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, he had his hand gripping the bottom of Jungkook’s jacket as he looked around in pure panic. Your heart ached a bit at the sight of his lost gaze.

“It’s okay, little guy.” Jungkook bent down, tugging the child to the side so the people wouldn’t trample over him and he sent a harsh glare to a man who nearly ran right into him.

“I-I don’t know where she is.” He cried out, his lip wobbling as he made out the watery words. A few tears finally escaped his eyes and ran down his chubby cheeks.

He had to be about 5 years old at most and your eyes instantly went to search the crowd ahead of you, trying to see if you could find anyone who could be the parents.

“Shh it’s okay, we will find your mom .” Jungkook assured him, giving him a kind and reassuring smile while wiping his tears off with his thumb, continuing to shush his distressed cries before he exchanged a concerned look with you.

You had to admit it was a foreign sight to see Jungkook be so gentle and comforting to a child. A part of you was convinced every kind action he did was calculated and not genuine in the slightest but the look of concern that filled his eyes was a hard one to feign and you didn’t like how real it looked.

“I don’t see her,” You say but in that moment you hear a loud shout right ahead and your eyes zoom in on a middle-aged woman struggling to make her way through the crowd of people who were going in the opposite direction of her.

“Marcus!” She calls out and you could see the look of terror wash over her, her eyes darting around you and trying to take every single face in until she finally met the sight of who you could only assume was her son.

“Oh my god,” She lets out the biggest sigh of relief as she places a hand over her chest and rushes over to the three of you. “Marcus.”

The little boy’s face lights up at the sight of his mother and he shuffles towards her, she hugs him immediately against her waist as she adjusts the bags hanging from her shoulder.

“I told you not to let go of my hand.” She scolded him as she ran her fingers through his hair and hugged him tighter.

She finally looked up at you two, a wary look still on her face but she managed to give you both a grateful smile.

“Thank you so much, I swear he was just behind me.”

“No problem.” Jungkook replied and his eyes practically twinkled when he looked down at the little boy burying his face into his mother’s coat.

“I would suggest being more careful though, kids could easily get taken in these types of places.” He added as he came to grab your hand again, and you were forced to stand even closer to him than you already were.

The woman nodded, grabbing her small son by the shoulders as her eyes shifted over to meet yours and you gave her a hesitant smile, 

“Of course, thank you again.” She says but before she fully turns around, she lets out a small laugh. “ You two make an adorable couple by the way.”

Her words weaken your smile a bit but they widen Jungkook’s as he pulls you forward, continuing to walk towards the exit of the train.

—-

By the time you’re making your way through the streets of the prestigious looking area that Jungkook resides in, the sun has already been tucked away behind the white snow covered mountains ahead and the night sky fell quickly on both of you.

Every street  resembled a wonderland, the Christmas decorations covered every single building and the lights lit up the entire streets left no room for a gloomy sight. It was as if you had entered your own personal Hallmark movie. The green balsams hung from each shop door and the windows were so beautifully illuminated by red and green lights.

You could hear the sound of Christmas music playing from inside most of them, the speakers that were placed outside allowed the classic tunes to fill the air. A shiver ran through your body as another gust of wind hit you and you let out a small breath, blinking away the small snowflakes that had blurred your vision.

“You should have worn another jacket, you’re freezing baby.” Jungkook scolded beside you, stopping for a second and began zipping down his jacket.

“I don’t need your jacket.”

“You do.” He mused as another tremble ran through you at the brutal temperature. You wondered how the cold didn’t seem to phase him much, and when he slips off his jacket your eyes take in the red and black checkered sweater underneath.

It was oddly festive looking and you think this is the first time you had seen him wear such a bright color, his attire usually remaining neutral.

The large new material covers your body and you use your free hand to tug it closer to you, Jungkook notices your slight struggle and takes the box of cookies from your hand. You take the chance to fully zip it up around you, not caring how ridiculous you must have looked with so many layers of clothing on you.

When you continue to walk, you feel Jungkook’s thumb caress over the skin of your hand, it was a habit he often seemed to do when he held your hands. Your attention was soon focused on a park you were passing by, your eyes scanning over the trees and dads picking up on some distant giggling . That’s when you realized there was an ice rink a few feet away, there seemed to be a lot of families gathered around with kids skating.

Your steps slow down, curiosity taking over as you watch the people twirl around the ice while some others struggle to maintain their balance. The sight reminded you of how much you had always wanted to try ice skating but never got around to it. The last time you remember attempting it was when you were a child and had slipped horribly on the hard ice, nearly twisting an ankle. Your mother didn’t take you back after that.

“Do you want to go?” Jungkook asked you when he saw how immersed you were at the sight, his eyes following your gaze. His tone was gentle, and he began to pull you in the direction of the ice rink but you tugged on his hand.

“No, I can’t..” You grip his hand tightly, shaking your head in refusal as he raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Too many people.” You mumble, and it was true. The ice rink was filled with kids and families, the sight itself made your palms sweaty.

An understanding look filled Jungkook’s dark eyes and he nodded slowly, coming to stand beside you again.

“Okay,” He rasps. “ We can watch instead.”

You feel his arms wrap around you, tugging you closer against his chest and you decide to ignore it. Your eyes are now glued to the children that skated before you. You watched as one little girl in particular wobbled against the ice, she looked like she was attempting to make a turn but had decided against it at the last minute and in return caused an older man to nearly bump into her. He swerved out of her way, causing him to instantly lose balance and fall right on his backside.

A laugh you couldn’t hold back left your lips and you're surprised to hear Jungkook chuckling behind you as well, obviously witnessing the same thing you had, and you felt the rumble that ran through his chest.

The sound of his laugh echoed through your ears, it sounded so childlike and innocent.

You continue to giggle when you see the man attempt to get up, a clearly pissed off expression on his face as he fails and slips against the slippery ice yet again. Small chunks of ice flying around him at the roughness of his fall.

The feeling of Jungkook’s arms tightening around your frame did little to waive your attention from the amusing scene that was happening in front of you, you barely noticed how close he was until he pressed a firm kiss on the side of your cheek. The action takes you by surprise a little but you attempt to keep a neutral expression despite the way your heartbeat seems to pick up.

He pressed his cheek against yours, his chin resting on your shoulder as the snow fell against you both, it was the most heartwarming scene to any passing bystander.

It was so deceptive in its outer appearance that you nearly fell for the facade as well.

—-

You are awfully confused when Jungkook starts leading you down an unfamiliar street you don’t recognize. You were on a more reclusive side now but just as high maintenance. The neighborhood was filled with grand houses , you weren’t sure if they would even be considered houses. They looked more like mansions in your eyes, the outside designs and architecture giving away the immense amount of wealth they were worth.

Now you stood in front of a French country style house, a cobble stone pathway leading towards the front porch and bright white Christmas lights hung on the rooftop.

“This isn’t your apartment.” You state the obvious, something you should have announced a while ago but you had been too entranced in every single little attraction you had passed by until now.

Jungkook hums in agreement and nods.

“It’s my parent’s house.” He said as he led you towards the front door and your eyes widened.

“What? No, I can’t go mee-

“They aren’t home, don’t worry. Both are on a business trip.” He cuts you off and he types in the code on the door handle and unlocks it . You glance behind you nervously, somehow feeling like you are entering a place you were never meant to step foot inside.

Jungkook holds the door open for you and you hesitate before walking forwards. The house is warm, and the first thing you notice is the fireplace that greets you almost immediately, the cracking of the flames is the only sound that fills the quiet place.

The door shuts behind you as you take in the living room space,  various family portraits that hang from the walls. There was a tall bookcase by the side of the fireplace and a flat screen on the wall directly across from it. The place was a lot cozier than you had expected, it almost reminded you of your own home.

Except for the fact that his living room was likely the size of your entire house all together.

“Why aren’t your parents home?” You ask as you glance behind you, watching as he takes off his scarf and throws it carelessly on the couch beside him.

“They always work on Christmas.” He says with a flat tone, and it’s obvious to you he is trying to mask a certain emotion.

You unzip the heavy jacket off your frame that felt like it was suffocating you. Jungkook takes it from you, along with your bag and places it on the coat hanger by the door.

“I know what you’re thinking, the stereotypical filthy rich family that neglects their child.” Jungkook says as his eyes drift to the other side of the room and that’s when you realize the large Christmas tree that stood in the corner.

It almost reached the ceiling, the glass ornaments on it looked so delicate and elegant. It brought the entire festive atmosphere together.

“They made the maids put it up.” He tells you when he catches you staring at it. He smirks at your lost gaze that doesn't know where to focus on anymore.

“You would be right in believing every single stereotype you have made of me already.”

You give him a questioning look. It was true that you had made your conclusions of him but it seemed like they couldn’t be that far off judging by his behavior now.

“Except my mom actually did pay attention to me.” He adds as he makes his way over down the hall and you trail behind him,  he leads both of you into a  wide kitchen space .

“She was kinda overbearing when I was younger, insanely protective and smothering.” A smile threatens to spread on his lips as he seems to recall the memory, his hands rummaging through the white cabinets until two mugs are pulled out.

You don’t know what to do other than awkwardly stand there and when Jungkook finally glances towards you again, he seems to find your unmoving stance endearing. He gives you a grin and nods towards the table beside you.

You make your way over to take a seat as you continue to stare at his actions.

“But she was the best, so caring and loving. Everything a mother should be.” He added with the grin still on his face but it slowly slipped away when the next words left him.

“ But my dad told her she would ruin me if she kept spoiling me. So when I reached my last year of middle school, she just stopped.”

Maybe he had a point, your thoughts whispered.

Jungkook bit his lip, gripping the electric water kettle as he filled the two mugs up. He then reached over the counter, grabbing what seemed to be a hot chocolate container and swirling the dark cocoa powder into the boiling liquid.

The satisfying smell hit your nostrils, and then you noticed you still had the box of overpriced cookies in your hands. You had taken them back from Jungkook before arriving.

“What do you mean by she stopped?” You find yourself asking, not being able to help your curiosity. Had his mother simply stopped being overbearing? If so, you didn’t see why that was an issue. You couldn’t imagine a young boy appreciating being smothered.

“She stopped paying attention to me all together.” Jungkook said simply, his stare suddenly hardening as he tightly gripped the spoon he was using to stir the hot chocolate .

You knit your eyebrows, finding his statement strange. The thought of a mother who was previously so attentive and protective suddenly not paying you any mind at all seemed so unnatural. You couldn’t help and wonder what had caused the drastic change.

“Why?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer right away, his silence was anticipating and you can’t help but desperately await his answer. He lifts up the mugs at last and brings them over to the table, taking a seat right across from you as he hands you over your cup. You put your cookies on the table, coming to take the mug from him and gripping it with both hands.

“Careful, it’s hot.” He warns you gently.

You look at him, watching as his eyes drop downwards, avoiding eye contact. It takes you by surprise, it was nothing like him.

It was nothing like his usual confident and borderline domineering behavior he usually exhibited. He was the one that never broke his gaze from you, making you cower before him but now it seemed like the roles had been reversed.

And you didn’t know how to take it.

“I don’t know.” His reply was short, and for a second you think that’s it and that he won’t elaborate at all.

“I blamed my dad at first , thinking he was the reason behind her change of behavior towards me.” He then added, knitting his eyebrows as a frown took over his lips.

“But ..then I found out he wasn’t the reason behind it at all.”

An almost pained look took over his face, like he was struggling to remember something. Or more so like he was trying to block the memory out entirely.

“One time I..I walked in on him yelling at her.”

There was strong emotion in his words, and you saw him swallow. Your eyes widened momentarily as you noticed his eyes become glossy.

“He was asking, demanding why she was neglecting her own son so much. That she was a horrible mother and they should have never decided to have a kid.” A humorless laugh leaves him as he blinks away the tears forming in his doe eyes and the image tugs at your chest, evoking something you were trying to push down so much.

You tried to not feel it but you did. No matter how much you tried to hate Jungkook, no enraged feeling came, there was only pain in your heart when you stared at the broken sight of a boy who seemed to be fighting a battle inside of him.

“ And she just took it, and didn't try to fight back or defend herself. She only sobbed until my dad finally stopped screaming at her.” He recalled, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes met yours. They looked empty, so empty despite the evident whirlwind of emotions that were at war underneath.

“But she never said why. Never gave an explanation to why she barely spoke to me, why she stopped coming to my football practices, why she never attended my science presentations anymore.”

Your hurt sunk, every sentence seemed to crush him more than the last.

“Why she stopped being home for Christmas, leaving the nanny to care for me instead. Why she stopped taking me out to see Christmas lights, taking me ice skating.”

His fingers gripped the edge of his cup, knuckles whitening.

“Even when I won each award, won each game, got top of the class. Nothing would get her attention, nothing would return that attention she once had towards me.” His words were filled with resentment, anger even.

His eyes narrowed down at the table in front of you both.

“No matter how much love I would try to show her, how much of a perfect son I tried to be. It was never enough, nothing was enough for her to love me again.” His voice deepened, sounding like it was on the edge of breaking.

“The worst part is, I still don't know why she stopped.”

His eyes met yours again.

“Even now, she only talks to me when she needs to, to tell me something useless or to run a stupid fucking errand for her.”

A smile forms, one that holds more bitterness than anything else.

“ Yet she keeps this sweet and loving attitude to her, one that almost still resembles the maternal love she used to give me. She makes it so hard to actually hate her.”

The room feels heavy, and you don’t know where to look. You're once again taken aback by the pity that fills you, seeing Jungkook showcase an emotion other than complete arrogance and obsession made him feel like he was just another person. Someone just like you and not the villain you had made him out to be in your book.

It was wishful thinking, you knew it had to be and he would soon remind you who he really was again but you can’t help but push that thought to the back of your mind for now.

“I’m sorry,” The words come out soft and cautious, you didn’t know what to say other than that.

Jungkook clears his throat, shaking his head and ridding himself of all the negative emotions that had filled him. A neutral expression taking over instantly, like a switch that he was trained to so easily turn off.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything baby.” He states firmly, giving you a warm smile as he reaches over to squeeze your hand.

“ Why don’t you tell me about your family Christmas traditions, I’m sure they are much more memorable than mine.” He teased, lazily lifting up his mug to his mouth and taking a sip of hot chocolate.

You could probably agree to that and he seemed to want to shift the attention back to you, no longer looking willing to share more than he had about his family. But the heaviness of his revelation still hung in the air and you can’t help but wonder if Jungkook really was just another victim of his neglected environment.

No, you thought. Don’t let yourself be fooled so easily.

You were fairly good at that.

“Just the basic things, baking Christmas cookies together.” You say unsurely, tapping your fingers against your mug as you took a quick sip of the hot chocolate.

The sweetness was delicious and the hot liquid did wonders to warm your cold body from the weather you had just walked so long in.

“Do you like to bake?” Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled over the box of cookies you had placed on the table, opening the lid.

Those cookies were surely freezing cold by now but he still took a careless bite out of one.

“I guess.” You reply, licking your lips. “I used to bake with my dad all the time when I was little, he taught me how to make gingerbread cookies.”

Jungkook listens intently, smiling a bit as he chews down the cookie.

“I’m sure your cookies would have come out much better than these.”

Your face falls, eyes darting to the box of them.

“Are they that bad?” You deadpan, only thinking about how much you spent just for them to be disgusting.

He laughs at the look on your face, that childish and almost immature gleam tinting his eyes again as he throws his head back. He looked like a little boy at that moment.

“I’m just joking baby, they are fine.” He shakes his head and your face relaxes, deciding to reach for one of the cookies yourself.

“But I’m sure you would make some delicious cookies.” He lifts himself off his seat and comes to stand behind you as you pop a cookie into your mouth.

It definitely wasn’t bad but it could have been better, and it was hard as a rock.

You feel Jungkook’s hands wrap around your shoulders and he squeezes them lightly.

“We should go bake some of those gingerbread cookies .” He mumbles into your hair and you nearly twist in your seat, not knowing how to react to this overly domestic and non-threatening side of him.

“Okay.”

—

Your eyes are focused on the movie playing on the wide screen but all your mind can pay attention to is Jungkook’s body cuddled up beside you. His arm is wrapped around your shoulder, pressing you into him and even though you are insanely uncomfortable, it takes a couple of minutes until your body relaxes and lets you forget that you're alone with your best friend’s boyfriend who has done a good job of making you bend to his every will.

“Were your parents upset that you couldn’t make it for Christmas?” Jungkook’s deep voice questions, and you glance up at him, his eyes not moving away from the screen in front of you both.

“I guess any parent would be.” You keep your answer short, your guard up. You still haven’t figured out why he had formed such an obsession with you, let alone why he bothered knowing such minuscule things regarding your life.

He falls silent and you look towards the fireplace to the side, watching how the flames calmed around the hardwood. You figured that Jungkook must've gotten inspiration from his childhood home when decorating his own apartment, the dark theme was evident here as well.

The room smelled of cinnamon and cloves, thanks to the gingerbread cookies that were baking in the oven still, your mind wandered off to the moment you had shared with him in the kitchen not too long ago.

“No, we need to use brown sugar.” You tell him, mixing in the rest of the allspice into the bowl.

Jungkook gave you an exasperated look as he searched the many cabinets for a bag of the specific sweetener you were demanding.

“What’s the difference?” He held the granulated white sugar in his hands, reading through the ingredients.

“It’s just not the same.”

He stares at you.

“Baby, it’s definitely the same.” You ignore the nickname, fighting the urge to tell him to stop calling you that but it would be a waste of breath.

“It’s not.” You say again stubbornly.

He seems to find your relentlessness on the topic amusing, stepping closer as he grabs your chin lightly.

“You take baking so seriously, it’s cute.” He cooes in a playful manner but you shove his hand away.

“Just get the right sugar.” You mutter, trying to forget the entire fact that you were actually doing this with him.

It was so incredibly stupid of you but it’s not like you had much of a choice.

“Whatever you say,” He whispers in your ear, pecking the side of your forehead before walking past you to the large pantry at the other side of the kitchen.

You force yourself out of the memory, not being able to help but wonder if Jungkook behaved that way with Eunji. Was the image of the ideal boyfriend your friend had of him? You would admit you couldn’t blame her for falling for that side of him so easily, it was not hard to imagine him so effortlessly making your friend weak with that charming nature that possessed him whenever he wished.

It was a shame that was only one layer of Jungkook, the rest were not as pleasant.

The home was filled with every ornament and knickknack, you could see the many treasured items that hung at every corner. Your vision fixed in on a family portrait, a man and woman beside a small child that awfully resembled Jungkook. Your eyes lingered on the woman in the picture, her smile not quite reaching her round shaped eyes that looked awfully similar to the ones that had been staring so deeply at you moments ago.

He had his mother’s eyes.

“I almost forgot.” Jungkook says suddenly, shifting as he digs through the back pocket of his jeans.

He takes out a small gift box, wrapped in gold paper with a red ribbon tied around it.

“Merry Christmas baby,” He gives you the brightest of grins, displaying his two upper front teeth that stuck out a little more than the rest. It always managed to give him that boyish look. He placed the box in your hands and you stared down at it.

You look up at him in uncertainty but he simply waits for you to open it. You bit your lip, fingers coming to pull at the ribbon and carefully rip the wrapping paper.

As you open the box, you nearly gasp at the necklace that lays inside.

A gold plated butterfly pendant stares back at you, it was dainty in appearance and seemed to have round diamond cuts placed in the middle of the design.

It was beautiful.

But what really got you was how Jungkook had managed to find out that you had a fascination with butterflies. It wasn’t something you had ever mentioned to anyone, not that you could recall anyway. You had just always favored them since you were a small child, you remembered you always attempted to catch them when you would hang around your mother’s garden in the backyard of your house.

Had it simply been a coincidence? It had to be, there was no way he could have figured out such a small detail about you like this.

“Do you like it?” He awaited your response eagerly, round eyes staring at you expectantly and almost nervously.

You nod but say, " I-I can’t keep this..”

You didn’t want to keep it.

“Of course you can,” He insisted, leaving no room for an argument. “ and you will.”

He raises both eyebrows at you as takes the necklace carefully, motioning you to turn around. You lift your back off the couch slightly and feel him wrap the necklace around your neck. His fingers graze your skin and you don’t know why that small touch of him is what manages to send a shiver up your spine.

He locks it in place and you let yourself fall back against the couch again.

“I didn’t get you anything..”

Obviously, you think to yourself. Why you were feeling sorry about that was beyond you, Jungkook didn’t deserve the slightest bit of anything from you but yet you still felt like you owed him something right now.

“I know.” He gives you a tight lipped smile.

“But,” He adds in a low whisper, face inching closer to yours and your breath hitches. “ I think you can still give me something.”

His lips peck yours, his hand coming to palm your cheek and you flinch.

“Please,” He begs, with a strained tone . As if he was truly being starved from your lack of intimacy.

“Just for tonight, let me have this with no complaints.” His thumb smoothed out your skin, eyes searching for your own and you wonder if he could feel how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.

Your eyes flutter shut and you feel Jungkook’s mouth instantly move against yours, his kiss was hungry yet sensual in every way. Mixed in with every emotion that had been felt tonight.

His tongue slips in with ease and your mouths are now entangled against each other, his body moving up against you as he pushes you further into the side of the couch, deepening the kiss.

You despise the way your stomach dips at him kissing you harder, your hands instinctively coming to grip his arm, causing a low groan to leave him. He is filled with a fervent urgent need that you refuse to completely fulfill the relief of.

He finally pulls away , letting out a silent breathless laugh, looking at you in complete awe. The look was so consuming, and you’re not sure if he had ever looked at you like this before or if you simply had not paid enough attention.

His lips then go to press soft kisses on the side of your mouth, until they reach the bottom of your cheeks and chin.

Laying a final one on your nose.

“Maybe we should change the movie because you were looking bored just a second ago,” He breathes against your skin and you clear your throat, pushing him back slightly.

“It’s fine.” You make out, aware of how shaky your voice sounded.

“What’s your favorite Christmas movie?” He eyes you, smirking down at your lips again.

“Elf.”

He nods, content with your answer as he turns to the TV. Reaching over to grab the remote behind you.

“What about you?” You don’t why you ask but you do.

He seems to think for a second as he scrolls through the many movies on the screen, exiting out of the one you were just watching which had been Home Alone.

“How the Grinch Stole Christmas.” He says with a tilt of his head after a few seconds, not being able to hide his teasing smile.

Of course it was.

You don’t reply to that and settle your attention on the flat screen again, not protesting when Jungkook cuddles beside you once the movie starts playing. The position had switched slightly, and he had rested his head on your chest, arms wrapped tightly against your waist.

Both of you seem to find the silence comfortable, the night passing in slow motion as you watch movie after movie. A laugh escapes either you or him when a certain humorous line is told every so often and you can’t help but feel so conflicted and guilty.

Guilty for everything that you had done but most of all confused to find yourself not completely loathing Jungkook’s company in this rare moment.

You look down, noticing the way Jungkook’s eyelids had fluttered shut completely and soft steady breaths left him. You are unable to stop yourself and you have not the slightest clue what compelled you to reach out a hand and run your fingers hesitantly against his cheek, brushing the dark curls out of his face.

Jungkook had said you wouldn’t have wanted to spend a Christmas all alone when Eunji was away with her family but you thought about if he was the one who truly did not wish to spend this holiday alone. His home didn’t fall short from anything, providing endless memories, nostalgia and the festive aesthetic.

But it was missing the actual family inside of it.

You thought back to what Jungkook had said about his parents, his mother in particular. How he seemed so on edge, so vulnerable for just those few minutes. It was a side of him you had never seen, so foreign and different to the usual persona he gave off. He had opened the doors to some of his childhood to you and you had not liked the little you had seen.

The familiar sound notification going off made you turn your neck, gaze falling on the phone that was on top of the coffee table in front of you. Jungkook’s phone.

From Mom: Merry Christmas.

You stared at the text and your eyes trailed downwards, noticing the screen displayed 5 missed calls from his mother.

He had rejected all of them.

Somehow that conversation about his mother had revealed so much about him.

Yet why did you still feel like you didn’t know him at all?

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