#yandere jungkook
purrfectfae · 2 days ago
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WARNINGS⚠️ : Yandere jungkook, tsundere jungkook, heavy degradation, mentions of sex , humiliation, name calling , hand kink, jealousy, possessive kook, somnophilia, bondage.
A/n : The topics are only briefly mentioned and not explicitly described.
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Break me, pierce me ! Jungkook would definitely be the one to fuck your cunt with his tattooed fingers with rings on them . You'd already feel at edge just by looking at the veins pop as he glides his fingers in and out of you. He'd slide his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste your arousal after making you squirt from numerous orgasms.
" like how desperate you taste for me baby "
And most importantly, he'd prefer index , middle finger than ring finger , middle finger. He says it gives him more leverage to get deep inside you .
He'd lock his canines on the ring of your nipple piercing, pulling your nip as he'd fuck you missionary on his recliner in his shop.
After cumming inside you, he'd scoop out your mixed fluids and paint it all over your naked torso enjoying the way you squirm and mewl at the cold sensation of his metal rings.
When he sees some guy flirt with you, he'd tick off like a bomb. He'd fuck you so hard , slapping your boobs , biting and marking you . He wouldn't listen to you when you try to calm him down by whispering sweet nothings and consoling him that you are his and no act of wooing from other men would convince you to leave him.
" stupid slut , you like it when you get attention yeah? Like how I get jealous? You are such a sick fuck babe. Do you have to steal everyone's hearts like that? Am i not enough for you? Ngh "
He'd still call you names and would slut shame you while balls deep inside you despite your sweet monologue of how much you love him. After he's done with you, he'd come back to his senses. He'd cry and apologize to you and you being a sweet little thing would give into his pity party and cradle him, kissing his head, telling him that you still love him.
He is the possessive type , you discover it. You yet have to discover that he is obsessive too.
Break me, pierce me! Jungkook is so selfish . He's more take and less give. He wants you to always tend to him whether it being in bed or outside of it. He'd want you to give him head at weird ass places and times and wants to be the one to cum first during sex. He'd want you to massage his arms and kiss his head after a long day at work . You should leave everything you are doing and tend to him. Always.
Despite being so selfish, he pleasures you the best and no one night stand's from your past ever made you feel like that. He makes sure you cum too but that's not for your sake. It's for his. He gets off to you being so vulnerable beneath him, giving his ego a big boost.
He's never vanilla , always fucks you like it's the last time he gets to savour you .
He sometimes fucks you like you're not there. Like it's only him and his fuck doll, you. He'd hold your hips up by your waist and would ram inside you while stomping your head with his foot. He'd moan your name out load as he'd release inside you.
He's the needy kind, always wanting you close to him and holding, touching you. What you realize in your relationship with jungkook is that he is not shy with you like how he used to be in college. He's not vocal but he projects it. Like,whenever he wants to have sex with you , he won't ask, instead would throw himself at you , knowing where it would end.
He doesn't like to hear no. He gets what he wants and he makes sure you give him what he needs. He'd burn holes into your skull with his glare whenever you'd reject him and would ignore you. He won't even eat or drink making you guilty and finally give into his brattiness.
He never shies away from using your body when you are sleeping . He'd use your mouth, boobs, cunt while you sleep and would drop on top of you after he's done . He wouldn't even bother cleaning up his cum from your body leaving it for you discover it sticking awkwardly to your skin the next day.
He'd tie you to the bed and would get his way with you. He'd sit on top of you , crushing you with his weight knowing very well how much you like feeling his weight on you. He'd kiss you, mark you and would fuck you senseless till you utter out the safe word.
Regarding PDA, he won't be the one to initiate but he'd expect you to do it . He'd want you to kiss him in public, intertwine your fingers with his, cling to his arm , say 'I love you's' and just smile pretty at him all the time. You wish he initiates it sometimes but you are content with whatever he is giving . You know he is cold but at the end of the day, you also know that he loves you and only you.
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bonny-kookoo · 2 days ago
Jungkook:Dearly Beloved🔞 2
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In which you've got a crush on your coworker- and a stalker problem.
Tags/Warnings: I do not condone any of Jungkooks questionable actions, this is fiction, soft Yandere!Jungkook, stalking, criminal actions (trespassing, stealing), obsession, he's really not quite right in the head, mc is kind of stupid for not involving police but wbk
Additional Chapter Warnings: jungkooks sanity is fruit and his heart is a blender, fluffy sweater koo :(
Chapter Length: mid/short
A/N: thank you for reading ♡
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He's left you a gift again- a letter accompanying it.
'I saw you shivering outside last night. Where you waiting for me?' he writes, his handwriting neat as always. He's using a different pen this time however- blue ink unusual to the typical black ballpoint pen he uses. 'you know you shouldn't. I'm a coward- I can't face you yet.' he explains, making you lift your legs to rest on the couch. 'I hope it's okay that I've given you one of mine. It's my favourite actually- I bet it looks way better on you though. And it will keep you warm!' he writes, and you unpack the little bag he'd stuffed into your mailbox. It's in fact a sweater- a hoodie to be exact, white in color with colorful print on front and back.
You can't help but notice the distinctively male scent on it though.
It's pleasent however- not overbearing, more or less faint, and clean. It makes you feel a bit odd inside knowing that it's his- but you don't think much of it. He's probably still sorry for basically breaking into your home.
He's not tried it again after that one time- and you're rather thankful for that.
when you place a tupperware container on his desk with a post it note on top of the lid, you didn't think he'd be coming in so early as well. But you basically run into Jungkooks chest face first, the only thing saving you from a broken bones his hands on your shoulder attending you.
Fuck, he's strong.
"I'm so sorry, I'm not trying to be weird, I promise!" you apologize to a rather dumfounded looking Jungkook standing in front of your form, still dressed in your jacket from just having arrived at work. "I just.. I feel like I overstepped a boundary when I hugged you last time, so this.. Take it as an apology.." you meekly tell him, unable to look into his eyes.
He's mesmerized, hypnotized, bewildered even.
"you.. Made that for me?" he wonders, and you nod, squirming in your spot, equally as socially awkward as him.
"I.. It's nothing special, but, I thought homemade food might still be better than cafeteria stuff-" you try and defend yourself, and in front of you, jungkook plays with his hands nervously.
"t-thank you." he brings out. "I- no one's ever done that for me.. And don't worry-" he hurries, hands waving around almost frantically. "your uh.. Your hug just caught me off guard. I- it was nice." he says, and you nod- when suddenly other staff walks in, workday visibly starting. "I- uhm.. J-just call me over if you need help again." he offers, and you nod with red cheeks, before hurrying towards your desk.
It's a quiet day of programming for both of you- Jungkooks hands later on carefully removing your post it note, before he puts it in his wallet for safekeeping. He's about to turn around and ask if you want to eat lunch at the cafeteria with him together, having mustered uo the courage- when he spots you fast asleep at your desk, head on your arms.
Though what he notices most of all, is you attire.
The white hoodie does look way better on you than on him- you're so adorable, body safely tucked away in his favourite item of clothing, wrapped in his scent, the soft fabric able to touch your skin.
He let's you sleep, unable to bring himself to wake you up- though he can't help but grin like a schoolboy to himself, unable to get the image out of his head, even after returning home and writing a letter on his floor.
You really are perfect. He can't wait to have you.
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kooktrash · 28 days ago
only love | jeon jungkook YANDERE
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summary | Jungkook loves you, can’t you see that? He’s played the loving best friend for years but now that you’ve accidentally given him an opening to your heart what was he supposed to do? You would soon realize that Jungkook has, and will be, the only man to truly love you and now he’s tired of getting brushed off.
warnings | soft YANDERE JUNGKOOK. smut. bffs to lovers, manipulative JK, submissive y/n, dom Jk, drunk sex, slight dubcon if u squint, gaslighting, blowjob, raw sex, no condom, rough, alcoholic persuasion, crying kink, lowkey sadist Jk but barely, controlling Jk, past heartbreak, insecure y/n DOM/SUB THEMES
His vision had fallen into focus, the only thing in his line of sight standing a couple yards across from him, hand on some guy’s thigh laughing at whatever he’d say.
He raised his drinks to his lips forcing his hands to stop trembling from the jealousy coursing through his veins. The burning down his throat distracting himself enough to tune into his surroundings. He could hear his friend speak to him, ask him a question or say his name.
“Jungkook?” Taehyung nudged him trying to see whatever it was that caught his attention so. He couldn’t see anything passed the dancing bodies in the tiny apartment. He rose to his feet abruptly, “I’m tired of this, I’m going home.”
He left him without another word maneuvering through the crowd closing the gap between him and his target. He forced his emotions down locking them away in the far back corner of his heart and played a lazy smile upon his lips. When you finally looked away from the guy next to you, bright smile on your face finding your best friend in front of you, you couldn’t help but jump to your feet immediately.
“J-J—kook!” Your words slurred throwing yourself into his arms letting him keep you on your feet steadily with a tight grip around your waist. For a moment his intentions changed when you pressed his lips against his with a small kiss, greeting him as if nothing. He wanted to drown in the feeling for as long as he could but he couldn’t, not right now. He looked down at the guy who didn’t shy away from looking up your skirt when you stood and he had to keep himself composed by holding you closer.
“What’s up man,” the guy was casual, drunk and relaxed probably at a high from talking to you. Jungkook knows that’s how you made him feel at least.
“Let’s go,” Jungkook told you never acknowledging the guy below as he began to pull you toward the door. You tugged on his hand trying to pry it off to no avail, “Wait, wai—“ you whined letting him take you away as he fully ignored you. He was stronger than you right now and you were too dizzy to fight.
“You’re drunk, it’s late, I’m taking you home,” he left no room to argue as he cut the short distance to the door and opened it as quickly as he was outside.
He did just that when you didn’t object. Knowing you, you recognized it was time to leave before you did something you’d regret in the morning, or at least hoped so. He took your keys and unlocked your door for you. He kneeled in front of your drunken form as you fell back against the wall for support. His hands slipped around your ankle lifting your leg as he worked to remove your shoes for you. He forced his head down only letting himself see up to your mid thigh where the skirt ended before looking back down.
Once your shoes were off he ordered you to get changed and he left to your kitchen for a glass of water. He loved this part, he gets to play the caring boyfriend for you.
What’s up man, he repeated in a mock tone, flashes of earlier repeating in his head. Who the fuck was that guy? Why were you talking to him? Are you stupid? He could’ve hurt you and you’d be too drunk to notice it.
His head fell between his shoulders as he gripped the countertop to still himself. Whatever, it’s fine, he was there and you were safe. Thank God he was there, would that guy tried to have taken you home and taken advantage you? Just the thought alone threatened his composure. He’d never let anyone hurt you.
His anger had subsided enough that he was able to portray the caring boyfriend act again, even if you were just friends. This was his favorite role to play and you rarely let him do it. Usually you were so hard headed and stubborn so he never gets the chance to care for you. The rare cases are when you’re drunk, heart broken, scared, or sleepy.
Once his act was together he retreated to your bedroom knocking twice before the okay to enter. You were giggling at yourself as you crashed onto the bed tripping over your own feet. You sat up on your elbows as Jungkook came in with the glass of water for you and some hangover drink mix. He opened it in front of you and stirred with a straw before bringing it to you. You were laying down again arms giving out and making you stare up at the ceiling. The ceiling light making your eyes burn and squint until shade blocked your view and forced you to notice him. He stood directly over you, face calm and charming, “Why don’t you go ahead and drink this before you throw up?”
His tone was authoritative yet nurturing as you nodded sitting up and taking the glass from him. You watched him throw the wrapper away before pulling on your covers. With a moment to actually stay still you took in your surroundings and the time displayed on your phone screen as it lit up with a message.
Eyebrows drawing together I’m concern you turned to him abruptly ignoring the head spin for a moment, “It’s late.”
“Yeah,” he didn’t seem bothered as he ushered you to swing your legs back onto the bed so he could tuck them under the covers. You allowed him without thinking as you spoke again, “You’ve got to work early tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” he took the glass from your hands and sighed, “I’ll leave in a sec.”
“No!” You blurted out still a little out of it unaware of how loud you sounded, “Just sleep here. There’s extra clothes of yours in the closet.”
He pretended to think it over nodding his head and making a move to leave again when you tugged his arm back. He hid the smile threatening to show as he asked, “What now?”
“Lay with me.” Just like that he was shedding his shirt off slipping into the empty side next to you like it had his name on it and he was pulling you closer in the name of sleepiness.
And as he basked in the scent of your lavender vanilla shampoo he smiled into your because this felt right. No, this was right. This is where you belonged in his arms and safe from everyone else. This is what he dreamt of.
By morning you had practically forgotten he was over until you came out of your cave and found painkillers sitting on your table with a small note from Jungkook saying you’d probably need them. He was right, you did. After you took them you finally washed the stench of alcohol away and hung around your place bored out of your mind.
You didn’t work today but most of your friends did. Your friends Jina and Sungha’s shifts started at noon so they’d be off late. Jungkook worked till five, Taehyung till seven. It was 1pm already and the earliest you’d get to see anyone was five so you went for it and texted him.
you: conjuring marathon tonight?
He wiped the car oil off his forehead, sweat trickling down his neck as he leaned against a red mustang. Taehyung was under the hood, hand stretched out for a wrench that never came forcing him up, “Dude!”
“One sec,” he mumbled quickly typing a response back to you and immediately seeing the bubbles of your response forming. Taehyung could wait.
jungkook: depends, my place or yours?
you: I guess I could go to youuuuu
Biting back a smile he checked the time, four more hours to go. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Let me guess… it’s your bestest friend in the entire world, Y/n!”
“The one and only,” Jungkook tossed him the wrench and Taehyung chuckled, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were dating. What will you do when she gets another boyfriend?”
His jaw locked, fists tightening the whit rag in his hands making his friend roar with laughter, “Geez, freak much? You look like you’d murder whoever even tried it.”
He forced himself to laugh along his friend brushing it off with a shake of his head before getting back to work.
In the back of his mind though he thought about what would happen if you introduced another guy to him. You needed to get it through your thick skull that you didn’t need anyone else but him. Every boyfriend you’ve had since high school has broken your heart and yet you still fell for someone each time. Paint you romantic, or naive.
It was freshman year when he saw you for the first time. He was a grade older than you but beat you by two years in age. And he had girlfriends then, tons of em but none had left him quite as mesmerized as you. It wasn’t until your own second year when you shared electives did he get a chance to talk to you. In fact it’d been you who approached him ignoring the states from all his friends around him and it left butterflies in his stomach.
“This is my new seat,” you’d told him pointing to the spot where all of his things had been. His friends had laughed at you for a reason he could never understand and without a single word he was scooting his things aside to let you in. It was one of those classes he never cared for, until you came along. Then he was attending every lesson and acing every test to impress you until you asked him to tutor you.
From there on your friendship bloomed and it didn’t take him long to see he was just a friend. When you told him you’d be going on a date with Kim Jisoo he’d been over at your place looking through your vinyls. His hand had frozen as he cooled his growing temper that brought him to ask if you were ready to go on a date with him. He sat back and watched you date this guy for three months before he cheated on you with a senior and you were hiding from Jungkook so he wouldn’t see you crying.
It made him realize how weak you really were. How easily these boys got to you and how you ran to him for comfort. It also made it easy for him to intimidate every boyfriend you had after that enough for them to leave you high and dry searching for him to make it feel all better.
He loved you…
But he decide he’ll wait. He won’t confess or let it on until you were ready to reciprocate it. He knew the second you’d show him you wanted him to he wouldn’t hold himself back. And right now he thinks you two were close to it considering how often you’ve tried to see him lately.
So he gladly went to his apartment after work letting you know you could come over whenever while he showered and did what he could to look good for you. By the time he was done doing his hair in a way that would look casual her done up you were already pushing the button to come up. He let you through and shortly after you stood before him holding a box of pizza and a bag of Soju bottles.
“You’re late,” he couldn’t stop himself from saying it to the things from you as you took your shoes off. He didn’t miss the way you rolled your eyes when you spoke, “Can’t be late when we never set a time.”
You had him there and he didn’t like it so he pressed for an issue, “You said you’d come over right away once I told you I was home and it’s a twenty minute ride to my place, added stopping for drinks and pizza would only be an extra fifteen since they’re right around the corner. It’s been over an hour since I got home an—“
“And it’s not that big of a deal,” you chuckled brushing him off. He could feel anger rise within that he had to quickly push back clearing his throat as he searched for plates and dressing. This is one thing that’ll change when you two become official. You won’t keep brushing him off when something’s upset, big or small.
So the afternoon went on like normal, some horror movies and pizza, and daring each other to drink more and more. His arm thrown lazily around your shoulders but keeping you close with intent. The room was radiating in buzz, you both were tipsy enough to get comfortable around each other and this is what he loved.
You leaned your head back against his shoulder, nose brushing along his neck and he knew what was going on now. This was what you did. You’d get drunk, get clingy and touchy, make out with anyone around boy or girl or other, and be a laughing mess. Luckily he would always manage to swoop in before your lips would touch another’s and he’d gladly take your drunk affections time after time. “Kook,” your words were already slurred like he’d expected them to be.
Still, he lifted a brow in question as he pulled you closer to him already anticipating what would come next. You giggled as you pressed your forehead against his cheek struggling to stay up. You could handle your liquor to a certain point but your motto was always ‘I drink to get fucked up’ so this wasn’t strange behavior at all. It’d be easier to convince you to sleep in his arms anyway. You searched his face as his warm embrace heightened your feelings, “You’re my best friend. Did you know that?”
He chuckled dryly. Right. Best friend, that was all. He nodded his head never the less, “And you’re mine.”
Unable to wait any longer for the drinks to push you to kiss whoever was around he spoke, “Wanna make out?”
And just like that his hand was tucked under your jaw, fingers knotted in your hair pulling you toward him to deepen the little kiss you’d given him. He swears he could never get tired of this. This feeling that course through his body like electric currents every time you were involved and he would slowly melt away into nothing just for you. And no matter how many girls he ran through chasing the same feeling only you had ever given him he was never satisfied. He would never be satisfied with anyone but you and it didn’t take him long to note that.
Even when you tried to pull away feeling too drawn into him to still be a friendly kiss he kept you close, “Just a little more.” Of course he was drunk too though he couldn’t put all the blame on Soju when your entire existence left him dizzy. And before anyone tries to say he’s too scared to confess that’s not true. He confessed once in high school when he was a third year and you were a second. He’d asked you out on a date but you’d brushed him off completely thinking he was just joking. You said he was your friend and that unfortunately you didn’t feel anything for him and you’d hate for things to get awkward between you. He promised he’d wait until you were ready even when you doubted it. So to remain close to you he forced himself to see other girls so you wouldn’t think his growing obsession for you was something to worry about.
You don’t remember when the pizza box had been pushed off his bed but it was during your kiss that was for sure. If you were a little more sober you would’ve ended it there and said it was fun but because you were tipsy you didn’t think much on your actions.
It’s not long before you find yourself laying on his chest, legs laced with his, unable to keep your hands off each other, stealing kiss after kiss. His hands were around your waist interlocked on the expanse of your lower back keeping you trapped against him. This is what he’d been waiting for, for you to realize your love for him had venture past that of a friend.
Jungkook’s tongue traces against your lower lip as his hands wander from your hips to your ass. His calloused fingers dig in and squeeze your soft flesh, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. Still in shock by his actions your mouth slipped open with a gasp. He takes the opportunity to lip his tongue inside your mouth, grabbing onto your ass cheek harder when you start grinding against his leg, riding his thigh without thinking about it.
His strong grip stops your movements against him and he pulls his tongue from your mouth, pulling away from your lips, panting for breath. A whine leaves you at the loss of contact on your lips and now dripping core. The alcohol clouding your mind enough to ignore the warning signs telling you that he was supposed to be your friend.
Jungkook grins in triumph having seen you equally affected as him, showing his hungry eyes. “Want to stop?” He asks, tracing his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps along your skin until he’s at your knee, slowly moving it off of him. If you were more sober you’d be saying yes even if you didn’t want to and for that he was thankful that you drank tonight. Drunk words are sober thoughts, and in this case actions were too.
“Jungkook, I—.” You say through heavy breaths unable to remember what you were even going to say when he kissing along your neck forcing the words away. This is the farthest you two had ever gone. The most you’d done were little drunk kisses here and there at random parties that didn’t mean anything, to you at least.
Before you can register what’s happening Jungkook moves you onto your back below him, encaging you between his toned, veiny arms like a predator and its prey as his muscular body hovers over you. You look up at him through half lidded, lust filled eyes has Jungkook falling more in love with you and your beauty. Finally, he can have you. You said it yourself, you loved him. That was the confirmation he’d needed.
He leans down, smashing his lips against yours, bringing a hand down your side taking in every soft curve of your body remembering every stretch mark or muscle. He paws at the hem of your shirt, slowly wiggling it up your torso. He tosses it to the side once it’s off of you and leans back on his knees, pulling off his own shirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” he admires you up and down lifting your back enough for his hands to play with the clasp of your bra until it was off. His eyes followed the slip of your bra off your shoulders, mouth watering at the sight of your exposed breasts. He leans back down over you, one hand on the side of your head, the other traveling up your bare leg, past your shorts. His fingers stopping at the bottom of your breast before coming up to pinch your hardened nipple. You hadn’t said anything yet just marveling in his touch, you haven’t had sex since your ex who disappeared off the face of the earth after ghosting you. You didn’t realize how much your body had been craving physical contact.
His mouth finds your neck, suckling at the soft skin gentle at first. Once he’s at your collarbone his mouth becomes fiery, sucking harsher, teeth nipping at the bruising skin with every swallow you take. Your hands tangle in his hair as he marks down your chest and stomach, leaving red and purple bruises and the cold string of salvia in his wake. You didn’t even think about the marks he was leaving, claiming you as his for others to see. Every mark he left on you he hoped you’d mirror onto him.
Your back arches with every bruise he leaves and every grip of his hand on your body. He smirks against your skin as he hovers above the waist of your shorts, teasingly kissing just above the fabric, “Do you love me?”
You whine his name in need, wanting him to tend to the heat between your legs that you’d say anything without thinking of the consequences. He was your best friend, of course a part of you loved him and right now you’d tell him anything to keep touching you, “Yes.”
He growls at that, eyes darkening as he pulled you into a heady kiss. He wants to make you feel good, wants to see you a beautiful mess under him and he can’t wait a moment longer. The final words of confirmation proving that you’re his, that you’ll always to be his, has his cock throbbing in his pants.
His finger loops under the band of your shorts and underwear, sliding them down your legs all together. His lust blown eyes stare in awe at your glistening folds. This was it. He was going to have you now and he wasn’t even going to need any foreplay. He needed you and now that he has you he’s not letting go. There will be a chance to pleasure you with his tongue another day. Not taking his eyes off of your wet folds, he undoes his own pants; watching your every move as his huge, veiny cock springs from it’s confinements, slapping against the line running from his belly button to the base of his cock.
“Jungkook, pl—“ you bit into your bottom lip hips stuttering when he pushed you down with firm hands. You needed him inside you but he only cocked his head to the side feigning regret, “I, uh, I don’t have any… uh, yknow.” It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. You looked over at his nightstand threatening to look for yourself if he really didn’t have any but that wouldn’t change the outcome. At the end of the day you just needed him inside you.
Needy hands reach out for him, he scoots closer to you on his knees, lifting your hips as he positions himself. He takes his cock in his hands, eyes locked on yours as he began a slow teasing pace pumping himself a few times. His other hand coming to your folds, running up and down along your slick, fingertips just barely brushing your clit before moving away again, making lewd noises.
Never taking his eyes off your core he licked his lips, “So wet and I’ve barely touched you.” With a final stroke down your cunt, one thick finger plunges into your tight hole, sliding in effortlessly. His lips parted further taking in the sight of your head falling back with a moan.
“Ah! Kookie..” You throw your head back into the pillow, fingers gripping onto the sheets at your side when he slides another finger in pumping them with ease, stretching you out nicely. He’s still going to have a little fun though, driving his finger in and out of you, curling them into your swollen walls, hitting the perfect spot that has your orgasm building quickly. Your hand searched the sheets finding his and digging your nails into his wrist for anchor.
He pulls his fingers from you, releasing his hard dick and leaning over you once more, he’d been jerking still. His fingers covered in your slick trailed along the curve of your lips.
“Suck,” he instructs, pushing his fingers into your mouth. His eyes nearly roll as your mouth constricted against his digits sliding your tongue between them. He groans when your tongue wraps around his fingers, sucking your own juices clean off his fingers. “Good girl,” he praises, removing his fingers from your mouth with a press of his thumb against your cheek to push off of. With his hand still on your face he held your chin bringing your face closer as he crouched over you.
He rubs his flushed tip up and down your dripping pussy before lining himself up with your hole, pushing in slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his size. With his hold on your chin you had no choice but look him in the eye through every inch. You can feel each vein scraping against your walls as he fills you completely.
“Ah, you’re so fucking tight,” he says as he rocks his hips in and out of you slowly, pulling you up harshly to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It didn’t end until his pulled away, looked down at your parted lips and gather a glob of saliva from the back of his throat and spit into your mouth. He went in again with a deepened kiss feeling you swallow around his tongue and pushed into your cunt more roughly.
You see? You are so good for him. You let him feel you up, choke you with his fingers, spit in your mouth, and fuck you raw? You were meant for him and he was meant for you. He knew waiting until you said you loved him would be worth it.
You never imagined Jungkook to be so… not vanilla considering how caring he was toward you. But to be fair you have never thought of him like this and your drunken mind was only forcing these thoughts to rise. You buck your hips up purposely but Jungkook isn’t having any of it, he pushes into you harder, leans his body into you harder—holding your legs up suddenly closer towards your chest. The change allows him to pound into you at a new angle. 
“Ngh..” You whine between his thrusts.. “You feel so good, I lov—….”
His hips stop moving and he looks you seriously in the eyes. “Love?”
You nod madly, grabbing onto his face and kissing him again, “I love it. Love the way you fuck me.”
Jungkook pulls away quickly, pulling out of you with a shudder. His brows had deepened with disappointment even if his dick twitched at that. He needed to hear you say you loved him again. It angered him, you needed to say it again and he would do anything to hear it. So effortlessly and casually he turns you on stomach. His hands grip onto your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls your ass up with force. Your gasp was muffled when your face was pressed into the sheets.
You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your pussy once more, his hands pulling your hips back until he’s balls deep in your tight cunt. “Fuck… feels so good baby..” he groans, pulling your hips forward and snapping right back, your walls burning pleasantly at the stretch.
He takes full control, keeping your hip in place with one hand as he thrust in and out of you mercilessly, the sound of his balls slapping against your folds and your moans filling the room. His free hand travels down the middle of your back, tangling into the strands of your hair and pulling at the roots.
A choked cry of his name comes from your throat, your vision going blurry as he fucks you, praising you for taking him so well. Your walls contracting more around him every-time he threatens to pull more tightly in your hair. He loves the sounds of your moans and cries as you take him like the perfect baby you are, he can’t wait to fuck you like this so many more times.
His hips still and he pulls out of your pussy slowly before being them back down harshly. Your hair fell out of his grasp over your fallen shoulders giving him a view of your back. His eyes followed the movements of your shoulder blades when your head dropped down moaning, it was almost hypnotizing the way your muscle and bones matched the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck! I’m gonna—“ Your hips pushed back against his as much as they could grounding him inside you. It took everything in him not to release with your tight walls breeding your with his seed. His nails dug into your ass cheeks stilling you from moving and when your high spilled all over his cock he pulled out. Hand jerking his member off before letting a low growl escape with a final stroke, painting your back with his creamy release.
You’d legs gave out around him and he was collapsing onto your back sliding off and staring at the ceiling.
It took you a minute or three to catch your breath and turn onto your back. His hand came up pushed the stray piece of hair out of your eye and smiled at you so lovingly, “I lo—“
He jumped up, your body flinging over the side of the bed, sounds of gurgling filling the room as all the alcohol in your system had finally bubbles over from your actions and spilled all over his wooden floors.
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By morning he swears he dreamt of you, his cheeks hurt from smiling and when he rolled over to take you in his arms again he froze. He jolted awake rubbing at his sleepy eyes as he searched around for you. Something was wrong, he listened for the sound of a shower or pans but nothing. He’s confused, where did you go?
He remembers helping you wash up after the incident and sleeping with you in his arms. Why did he wake up alone? Still, despite how saddened he was to be alone he fell back into bed with the brightest smile he’s ever had. He convinced himself you had to work early and that you’ll text him later on.
So he waited, he went to work and waited. You never texted him. That was fine. Maybe you had a busy day? You probably were tired and hungover so really he should be asking you if you’re okay. Still, he couldn’t scare you by how committed he was to your relationship already and didn’t text you either.
By the second day he thought maybe you were embarrassed? Embarrassed that you threw up on his floors but he couldn’t say why. He’s held your hair for you after a night of partying numerous times. Maybe it was because you’d just been intimate? But now that you were together you should know now more than ever that he will never do anything to cause you harm. He gained up the courage to text you that.
jungkook: hey
jungkook: I just wanted to see if u were busy?
jungkook: we haven’t spoken in two days and I want to see u
He waited for like an eternity when in reality it has been five minutes. Your text was short, passive and not at all what he was hoping for. You should be jumping at the fact that he wanted to see you.
you: srry I’ve been busy
you: I’m not feeling too good, so maybe we can meet another time?
So he waited. Because as much as he wanted to see if you were okay and just be around you he couldn’t, not her anyway. You’ve barely confessed your love for him, he couldn’t express himself fully until he was certain of your love for him.
By the fourth day he could clearly see you were avoiding him. Well, to be honest, he’d stopped by your work yesterday and found you there smiling and laughing along your coworkers. Not looking sick or busy at all. He’d ducked by some exiting customers and disappeared with them.
When he’d had enough of it he came knocking on your door unannounced. You’d asked who it was and he’d calmly say, “Jungkook.”
Oh. You bit into your bottom lip you opened the door with a forced smile as you let him through, “Hey, sorry I’ve been meaning to call you.”
He mimicked your tight smile as he looked around your apartment, “That’s fine, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Want to watch a movie or something since I’m here?”
Your mouth opened to sputter out some excuse but none came. You were acting weird, you knew it. He was making his way to the couch, plopping down and taking the control. His arm stretched over the back of the couch waiting for you to climb into his side but you hesitated. He looked over to you studying the expression you wore and the way you kept a distance from him and immediately he was alert. Why weren’t you coming to him?
“Hey,” he called to you seeking to snap you out of a frozen state, “Come here.”
He watched the hesitant steps you took toward him leaving space between you two on the couch. He reached out for you and pulled you into his arms feeling you stiffen. His jaw became tense as he looked down at you, “What’s wrong? Be honest with me.”
“Nothing,” you cleared your throat looking up at him and trying to comfortably snuggle into his side. He smiled planting a soft kiss on your forehead leaving his lips there for a moment longer than necessary. You flinched at the touch and he took a deep breath moving away from you, “Y/n, something is wrong and I want you to tell me what.”
“Sorry, I just, we…” you stopped, took a deep breath and continued, “I just want to make sure we are on the same page.”
“Which is?”
“That whatever happened the other night was a mistake.”
“What?” He asked, light scoff leaving his lips as he turned to face you, “A mistake? How was that a mistake? You said you loved me.”
“Jungkook, I was drunk, look we are friends, it’s better that we stay that way.” You avoided looking at him, eyes casting everywhere but on him and it was scaring him. He wanted to grab your face and force you to look him in the eyes when you said that.
He couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth in hastiness , “Why? I love you Y/n. I’ve loved you since we first met how can you say that what happened the other night was a mistake?”
“Jungko—“ you froze when he clung to your arm suddenly pulling you into him. You winced as your skin itched under his fingernails as they dug into your arm.
“If you’re embarrassed that you threw up you should know already that I don’t care. I love you too much to let little things lik—“
“I think you should go.”
“I think we just need a break from each other.”
He felt off. His heart was racing and suddenly he was out of breath. This is not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to come over, ask to be official and that’d be the end of it. You’re confused, that’s all and he needed to tell you so. He opened his mouth to speak feeling all his emotions raise to the surface. One look at your face and he was struggling to breathe through his nose. Okay. It’s fine. He’s fine. You just needed some time to get used to being with him. He wasn’t worried, he’d asked if you loved him and you had said yes. There was no doubt in his mind you two belonged together so he just had to wait for you to see that.
Even though he’s been waiting for years. Letting out an exasperated sigh he nodded his head raising too his feet, “O-okay.” He couldn’t get his voice to remain neutral as it cracked. He went to the door scared that if he said anything else he’d fall to his knees and beg you to rethink what you were saying.
You hadn’t intended on being so cold to Jungkook. It’s been days since you last saw each other and you felt guilty for it. He was your best friend, had been since you were 16 and you can’t imagine losing him. He more than anyone should understand how shitty your love life has been.
Every boy you ever talked to or bad a crush on would suddenly ghost you or do something to hurt you. They’d break up with you out of the blue over text or cheat on you with some random. He should know how you felt about relationships considering he was always the one to pick up your broken pieces. You’ve already let the idea simmer in your mind that your love life was doomed.
You loved Jungkook, seriously, you did. He was perfect and kind to you. He was caring and loving and you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve his affection because you know that some day you’ll lose it so you can’t risk it. You’ve had too many shitty relationships to drag Jungkook into it. You were scared that if you did go out with him something would force you two apart like it had happened with everyone else. As friends you didn’t have to worry about breaking up or getting hurt. It was for the best.
Though of course you had no clue Jungkook was the one behind your failed relationships. He’d never let you know that. How else was he supposed to keep boys at bay in high school if it wasn’t for a little blackmail? Jungkook had always been intimidating even in high school where he’d gather some friends to roughhouse whichever boy you had a thing for into confessing what they’d want with you. Too scared to deal with Jungkook if they hurt you they left before anything serious could brew.
It got harder when you weren’t in high school anymore. He didn’t know the guys who’d come up to you but he’d spend hours stalking their social mesías until he found some dirt on them. One time though he couldn’t help but want to wipe off Cho Jisoo’s smug look as he talked about sleeping with you at a club once. Talked about how easy you were and Jungkook drew him into the alley where he easily got him scared again to never want to see you again.
Of course you’d never know everything he did to keep you safe from all these unworthy men.
And yet you still put a wall between you even after he made love to you. And you expected him to be okay with it? Fine. He’ll show you how okay he could be with being just friends.
The next weekend you were bored at home with nothing to do. You missed Jungkook but you weren’t sure if you should see him. Would he say you were leading him on? He probably wouldn’t want to see you anyway.
On Saturday you received a text, surprise had been clear on your face as you read over it.
taehyung: party at my place tonight
taehyung: pls come. I haven’t seen u in forever
you: idk maybe
you: is jungkook going?
taehyung: duh
So that’s how you found yourself at the party doing everything in your power to avoid Jungkook. You knew it wasn’t fair to him but surely he’d understand. Your past failed relationships have traumatized you too much to try and fall for someone again. Especially if that someone was your best friend who you trusted more than anyone. You couldn’t stand the thought of something happening between you two and never seeing him again.
And Jungkook watched as you moved around Taehyung’s apartment going everywhere but to him and it drove him insane. There was no way you could actually believe he’d let you avoid him. You were being stubborn. Stupid. Did you think you could avoid him and he wouldn’t come find you? He forced a light, airy smile on his face as he chugged the last of his drink and went in search of you.
“There you are!” Your breath had caught in your throat when his arm wrapped around your waist, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, Joon is looking for someone to play him in Beer Pong.”
“Jung—“ “What?” He looked back at you, your serious expression that had him chuckling, “Come on Y/n, we’re friends aren’t we? Or did that change?”
No. No of course not. You would never not be friends with Jungkook. You forced a smile on your face nodding your head, “We better not lose.”
“Have we ever?” He took your hand in his.
It went on like this for a while. The weight that had been on your shoulders was lifting with every laugh Jungkook drew out of you. You had forgotten how awkward you felt around him. Forgotten how much pleasure he’d given you all for the sake of remaining friends. You can see now that it won’t be hard. You’ll both fall back into your normal routines of hanging out and the one night you fucked would be surely forgotten. Maybe down the road you’d even laugh about it and wonder what drew you both to cave that one night.
Jungkook raised a shot for you, and in true bestie fashion you linked arms and downed them together. His eyes searched yours for any sign of what you were thinking, anything that could tell him how you felt but there was nothing there. In the end you two drank… and drank… and drank.
“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Jungkook had slurred a little on his words when he’d led you out the door. You could’ve told him no, that neither one of you should drive but your head was spinning too much to say it out loud. You buckled yourself into his front seat as he turned the car on letting the engine run for a moment as he looked over to you with heavy lidded eyes.
His hand was in your hair combing his fingers through your locks and pushing it back, “I missed you.”
You smiled at that even if all you’d wanted was to avoid him earlier now that you were with him you were happy. You missed him too though you weren’t sure if your sober self would think it were the same reasons. Right now you missed his warmth, the sparkle in his eyes when he spoke to you, and fuck did you miss his lips.
As if he could read your thoughts like his own the hand in your hair had moved to the back of your neck. He was pulling you into him as your lips brushed against each other and your eyes threatened to fall shut but suddenly you were pushing him back. His brows furrowed in confusion, or anger you couldn’t quite tell because he masked it so well.
“What?” He made his voice sound light and airy, forcing himself to act like it didn’t hurt when you rejected him, “You used to love kissing when you’re drunk.”
It’s true. You’d always been a serial drunk kisser with anyone and everyone, Jungkook always your favorite. But that was then. Before you knew what his dock felt inside your tight walls. That’s not something you should know about a close friend. “Yeah bu-“
“But what?” He wanted to hear you say it. Hear you say why you rejected him. He needed to know.
“But that was before…”
“Before what? Before we fucked?” His brazen tone had caught you off guard, almost frightening you by the change in tone he’d used, “Y/n you already said to forget it so it’s forgotten… unless of course you don’t want t—“
“Things are different now Kook, you know that,” you told him turning to face him, “I don’t want to risk losing you as a friend.”
He ran his hand over your face, under your chin forcing you to look at him, “You’d never lose me even if you tried.”
The look of determination in his eye should’ve been enough for you but it wasn’t. He forced himself to keep going, to try and get you to understand, “I love you Y/n. I love you more than anyone else in this world but you don’t see that. So if you want me be your friend, that’s fine, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep it up if you push me away.”
“I want to go home.”
There it was again. Your failure to understand him and what he wanted. It was always you. Always what you wanted. Who you wanted. Never him. He was tired of it, his patience was running thin and you didn’t even realize it. With a shaky sigh he nodded his head forcing himself to take the car off park and drive away.
You didn’t talk to him during the ride. You couldn’t. You knew what he was saying but you couldn’t lose him. Did he ever imagine how much pain you’ve gone through? How much heart break, every single big you’ve ever liked hurting you? Did he ever think about how scary it’d be for you to fall for someone again?
You tried to waved him off when he stopped in front of your place but he no longer cared. You hadn’t even made it to the entrance of your building before hearing his door slam shut and footsteps approaching. “Jungkook I just need a minute to myse—“
“I don’t care,” he was harsh on hen he grabbed your arm leading you to your apartment, “I’ve done nothing but be patient with you and you can’t even let me know why I’m not each for you?”
You let him follow you inside slamming your door once again as he kicked off his shoes and hoodie following you further inside.
“I tell you I love you and you brush me off like I’m nothing,” he said as you covered your face with your hands, “Just like you did in high school too.”
You didn’t say anything and that only seemed to anger him more. He scoffed running his fingers through her black hair as he paced your apartment trying to calm himself down before he scared you. He couldn’t. You’ve driven him to a point of anger all because you continued to be blind to what was good for you. Who was good for you. “Tell me,” he reached for your arm pulling you back into you and your hands pushed against his chest.
“J-Jungkoook,” you squeaked out, wincing from the dig in your bicep. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me why I’m not good enough for you, why my love isn’t good enough for you,” he said above you, voice deep and menacing. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
This wasn’t like him, not at all. Jungkook was always gentle with you, loving and soft. He wasn’t rough or mean and he never forced you to do anything. You loved him. You did. But you loved him too much to lose him and it’s clear your love life was cursed so you couldn’t lose him like that.
“I love you,” your whisper was scared, stuttering and yet he still caught every word spoken, “But I can’t be with you Jungkook. I love you too much to lose y—“
“You’d never lose me.”
“You don’t know that,” you shook your head refusing to believe anything he says, “You’ll leave. They always do. If you and I don’t work out who is going to pick up all of my broken pieces of not you?”
“So that’s it then?” He scoffed releasing your arm as he went back to pacing, thinking, “You don’t want to lose your emotional punching bag? That’s all I am isn’t it? You can’t love me because you need me to make you feel better? What about what I want?”
You were crying. He hated seeing you cry but not right now. Not when he was so angry that you have minimized him as nothing but your emotional support. Not a man in love with you.
“No! No, I don’t see you that way,” you cried grabbing his arm. He stopped moving, felt you dig your face into his chest and cried, “You are the only man who has ever loved me for me. I just don’t want to lose you.”
He hid a smile as you cling to him wrapping his arm around your waist, “Exactly. I’m the only man who has ever loved you and yet you push me away like my own feelings don’t matter. You say you love me but I don’t believe it. If you did, you wouldn’t be hurting me this way.”
“I love you, I do,” you confessed to him finally, “But I’m scared.”
He ran his fingers through your hair, “I know that all the men you’ve dated in the past have done nothing but hurt you.”
Of course he knew. He’s the reason they did it. But still, he covered you in false comfort, “But I would never do that to you. Don’t you see that you’re the one hurting me? Do I deserve the same pain that all your past lovers have given you? Don’t I deserve a chance? You’ve hurt me too.”
You shook your head, no longer dizzy with alcohol but shame. Had you really hurt him?
“I’m sorry,” you shook your head again as if it’d push every negative thought away, “I’m sorry, okay? I love you, I really do. How can I show you?”
His hand was brushing a wet teardrop across your lips, and you could taste the saltiness. Your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him waiting for an answer. He looked down at you, so pretty even when broken. How could he ever love anyone but you? He pushed the tip of his thumb into your mouth, humming pleasantly when you gave them a tentative suck. If this is what he wanted to prove to him that you loved him you wouldn’t deny him any longer. You’d rather lose him knowing you tried to be with him than never to have even tried. You realize that now.
“I don’t know,” The previous hints of gentleness left his eyes, now drained of anything resembling sympathy. Replacing it was an all too recognizable look of hunger, and dominating want. “You have to find that out yourself, my darling.”
You cursed yourself, it was all just...too hard to keep yourself from submitting to him. He had this awful power over you, over your mind and body and maybe he’d always had. He’s never kept his love for you a secret and yet you always failed to notice. You were done. Done acting like you didn’t want him too even if it’d put your friendship in jeopardy. And whether it was out of exhaustion, or that distant yearning, you decided you wanted to give him what you both craved.
With a low groan, Jungkook tilted your chin upwards, using his thumb to peel your mouth open. He sucked in a small breath when you pressed yourself flush against him. Breasts pushed against his chest and a look of feigned innocence in your eyes, “I want you Jungkook, please, I’ve been blind but now I see.”
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, and even as abrupt as that way you obliged. Giving in to him. Submitting to him. He looked down at you through lust blown eyes at the sight before him. He’d imagined this before, but never had he seen it. Not even the last time you touched, he’d been to hungry to ask for anything more than the tightness of your walls around his cock.
So he was tearing his belt off, nearly ripping off the buttons of his black denim jeans as he whipped out his half hard cock. Seeing you cry and beg for him had worked him up more than he’d like to admit. His hand left your hair finally even holding after you’d dropped to your knees but that was before you agreed to give yourself to him again.
He stuck his hand out and when you placed yours inside it he led it straight to where he needed you the most. He took the lead, hand over hand squeezing his teasingly before dipping your fingers below the waistband and pulling it out entirely letting his briefs hit the floor alongside his pants.
You noticed his thighs stiffen as you did so, and you kissed them lightly while stroking his length.
His grip in your hair tightened, but it didn’t stop you from pressing gentle, open-mouthed kisses to the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue ever-so-slightly to collect the small pearly bead of precum. Jungkook’s face gave nothing away other the furrow of his brows at your teasing, “Good girl, go on.”
He didn’t bother to hide the groan that had bubbled up to his throat so suddenly. He allowed himself to peer down at you, watching as you bobbed your head on his cock, looking up at him with doe eyes all the while. He released a low moan, and his cock hardened impossibly further in your mouth. You dragged your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, bringing your hand up to gently cup his balls, massaging them as you brought your head back up until just the tip was left in your mouth.
He was in ecstasy, always fantasizing about this moment and now it was here. He was going to have you. “You’re perfect,” he’d bucked his hips into your mouth hoping for more, you ghosted your fingers over his length, trailing along the thick veins that you hadn’t noticed before.
You were taking your time sucking on the head of his cock, flicking your tongue between his slit and going no further than just below the tip when he forced your head down, forcing you take him entirely. It was okay. You wanted to show him how much you loved him anyway, thought as involuntary tears started to bead at your lashline, blurring your vision, so you shut your eyes tightly, causing the salty tears to flow down your cheeks.
Your face was wet with saliva and tears, and you’d barely even noticed when he came, salty hot cum shooting into the back of your throat as he held your face close to his hips, keeping your mouth full of his cock until you sucked him dry of every last drop of cum.
“That’s a g-good girl, take it all,” Jungkook had moaned as he eased you off his cock, still half hard and wanting for you. You swallowed around him forcing yourself to breathe solely through your nose. He softened in your mouth, but you could still feel the imprint of his dick in your throat, the bruising he’d left behind.
yanking you by your hair, he pulled you off his cock and angled your head up to look at him.
“I believe you,” he cooed darkly. “I believe that you love me now.”
And yet you wanted to continue to prove it to him for however many nights he allowed you to.
soooo I know it didn’t end with full bang smut but oh well
that’s kinda the point tho
that Jk finally cracked Y/n enough to fall for him and let him manipulate her idkkkk maybe it’s just me
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yoongsisbae · a month ago
The Fantasy | JJK
You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…
You realized how underappreciated you’ve become in your long term relationship and you can’t take it anymore, you want romance, you want excitement, you want to be wanted! So what happens? You find the courage to find someone better. You just hadn’t expected it to be Jeon Jungkook, who never took anything seriously, especially relationships. But that’s okay, because you don’t want a relationship, you want to be fucked. And that, Jungkook is very good at… ANYWAYS this is a lot of backstory for a shameless fic about getting railed a bunch of times. 
Warning: sadist!jungkook, yandere!jungkook, masochist!reader, CONSENSUAL-NON-CONSENSUAL, if you don’t like that kink at all, then stop right now, because it is literally what the title of the story is about :’), predator/prey, bdsm, I am not an expert, don’t take this as a healthy portrayal of anything :), drunk sex, dubcon, rough sex, safe word use, gaslighting, breakup, really really bad sex that I truly find more triggering than the CNC :’), over-jealousy, toxic behavior, body shaming, reader calls herself overweight (I never use the other word), fingering, knife play, slapping, oral sex, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 
Word count: 10.6k
“Any fantasies?” 
You hesitate.
Your relationship with Jungkook was going well, perfect, actually. It’s probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in, you realize. Definitely the best sex.
It’s funny how what you thought would be a one night stand has turned into this: cohabiting with – cooking each other dinner, dancing in your kitchen to music, fucking in your kitchen to music, fucking on every surface of your shared apartment – and enjoying each other’s company even when you weren’t in each other’s company, when he was on his computer mixing beats and you were on your laptop writing, sharing each other’s lives and becoming the couple all your friends groan about because you can’t keep your hands off each other. Because Jungkook, like you, had a Guinness World Record breaking high sex drive. And almost Immediately, the very night you decided to hook up with your long time friend, you discovered how compatible you were in the bedroom as well. 
But this, was a bit different.
You finish chopping vegetables for dinner, cleaning the cutting board under tap water. Your boyfriend comes up behind you covering your mouth first, pressing his body close to yours next, so forcefully the counter’s edge digs in your abdomen. You grunt against his palm as he pulls your head back, hand squeezing your breast harshly.
“Shhhh,” he calms you down, lips pressed to your ear, picking up a knife from the sink. You stay as still as possible when he runs the knife flat side against the front of your body, up your stomach, between your breasts, tantalizingly slow. And then lets the knife’s tip go under your shirt, turning it, slicing the fabric.
You gasp in surprise against his palm, your noises muffled. He tightens his hold on your body, voice deep, angrier, “Don’t make any fucking noise.”
Jungkook flips you around, pressing you into the wall between the fridge and pantry. Hands wrapping around your throat, straightening your body, he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moan, opening your mouth wider, letting him have his way.
“You’re not supposed to let me kiss you,” he breathes in. Hands pulling at the torn fabric.
“Oh? Oh, sorry.” You moan, “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, and I want you so badly,” you speak between kisses, “I can’t help it.” 
He smiles and sighs, carrying you to the bed instead. “We’ll try again,” you giggle. “I’ll be better, I promise.”
You look yourself over in your bedroom mirror, there’s so many straps and lace and ties across your body. You turn to the side and pull in your stomach, wishing you were twenty pounds lighter, so your rolls didn’t stick so noticeably through the tight straps of your lingerie. 
You turn again, twirling around to look at yourself from all angles, admiring the expensive intricate lace. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but overall you felt good, sexy even. It’s been so long since you did up your hair and makeup and tried to be sexy. You didn’t know if you even could be sexy anymore, but looking at the reflection in your mirror, you almost saw the old fun version of yourself again, attempting to break free. This was it, your final attempt. You were going to save your relationship! And show the love of your life that you were just as in love with him as the day you first met. Because you really were, and you missed him. You missed what you had. Somewhere along the way, you had stopped giving each other the attention you both deserved, Somehow it just all went wrong...
Before leaving the bedroom, you pulled on a silk robe, hiding your surprise. You felt self-conscious and unsure, but excited! You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in weeks. And the last time you did have sex with him, you couldn’t even come. You had fallen into a rut.
“H-Hey-” you hug your boyfriend from behind, kissing his cheek.
“Hey, give me a minute.” Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, too busy concentrating on his video game. Ugh. You hated video games. You hated his gamer friends who preoccupied all his time, with their inside jokes, begging him to stay one more hour, two more hours. And you fucking hated that phrase most of all. ‘Just a minute.’ A game minute was not a minute, a game minute was half an hour if you were lucky. You didn’t always hate video games, but now, all you felt was disdain every time you heard the repetitive fighting noises, the ‘cheerful’ music constantly on loop in your house that made you want to rip out your own ear drums. You hated it.
You stand in the center of your apartment, watching bright blue light flood the empty living room. Your boyfriend is laughing with his friends, smashing the keys of his controller, his undivided attention given solely to the gaming monitor in front of him. 
You call out his name, pull the ends of your robe down lower. Just a tease of what’s to come. A preview of what you were offering if he just reached out and took it. He turns to look at you quickly, smiling, “Five minutes! We’re in a raid, I’m sorry!” Just like that, laughing again with his friends, yelling into his mic. 
As the seconds tick by you felt more and more conscious of how ridiculous you looked. How ridiculous you were being. How unwanted and unloved you felt. You pull the ends of your robe tight around your body, your eyes beginning to sting with surfacing tears, your throat painfully dry. Why couldn’t he just look at you, see you? Why couldn’t he just want to be with you?
You quietly turn around and walk back into your bedroom, sit down on your bed and look at your reflection again. You hear faint cheering, the game play restarting again, your boyfriend calling his friends for more backup. And you continue to stare, unable to move, weighted down by all your hatred and pain and heartache.
Sad pathetic overweight woman who can’t even get her own boyfriend to fuck her. 
Then you cried. Arms hugging yourself, because no one else was going to hug you or love you. How insignificant you felt in that moment, how invisible. And to prove your point, as you cried and held yourself together, your sobs were drowned out by loud music and your boyfriend's groans of losing. 
Both of you lost something. There were no winners tonight.
After midnight he joins you in bed. But by then you had already changed, took off your tight complicated lingerie, scrubbed off your makeup, put your hair up for bed and pulled over an old oversized t-shirt.
You keep your back to him, rubbing your eyes, red from crying, tears still dried on your face. 
He holds you, kissing your shoulder, and you feel sick to your stomach because no matter how angry you are at him, his rare affection still makes you feel better, makes your heart feel lighter. But these days, your heart felt so heavy from the weight of rejection, these small gestures were meaningless. 
He turns you around slowly, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, baby.”
You hum. It’s late and you’re too tired to argue or start a fight about it anymore. It’s always the same, every night, for months, and yet you’ve still never gotten used to it, never wanted to accept this was now your reality.
Because you yearned for the man you fell in love with. Who would cuddle you on the couch, fall asleep with you to old Blockbusters. And when you woke up he would still be holding you close, and you would wake him up with kisses, giggle softly together; and those soft moments would turn heated, and he’d get on top of you and fuck you into the couch cushions, he didn’t care about the movie anymore, all he cared about was you.
You missed those days. You missed that man. You barely recognize the man lying next to you now. You barely recognize yourself. When did you become like this? So broken, so unhappy and closed off, timid and tired? So fucking lonely?
“Stop, I look like a mess.” You try to shrug him off, feeling ugly.
“No you don’t, you look beautiful.”
“I had dressed up for you.”
“You don’t need to do all that.”
“I waited for you.”
“I’m here now,” He kisses you softly.
He rolls his body on top of yours, a familiar position…the only position you’ve had sex in for years, years! You can’t stand it. How fucking boring sex has become. How boring your entire life has become. You kiss him harder, moving your body from under his, pushing softly against his shoulder so he turns. You pull a leg over his torso, sitting on him. On top now, grinding on his lap, trying to find that spark again, some power for yourself again. You kiss his neck, moaning softly against his skin. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 
Did he just really laugh at you? When you’re trying, really trying to save your love life?
His hands find a hold on your hips, shifting your body back down, rolling over you again. “C’mon baby, you know I like to be on top.”
He pushes himself inside slowly, you spread your legs wider, barely wet enough to guide him in.
Does he love you still? Does he find you attractive anymore?
He pistons into your core, grunting into your shoulder. Quick strokes, chasing his release.
Get out of your head, y/n.
You want to be on top. You want to try something new and fun. You want to actually come. You want anything other than this boring ass vanilla sex every single time, in the same way…for the rest of your fucking life?
“More,” you beg. You wanted more. More passion, more effort, more love.
He pistons into you at a quicker pace. Hard fast strokes that slowly build up the pressure inside you too, his hardening dick finally making it feel good for you too.
You try to focus on that feeling, imaging yourself being fucked somewhere else, maybe in the woods, or in the car, where someone might catch the two of you. You used to do things like that before, in the beginning of your relationship. Even if it was awkward and clumsy, it was fun. You laughed together, and you would come together. You think about those nights again, you think about getting fucked by that actor on that new Netflix show you started watching. The one with the six pack and big arms that could crush your windpipe. You’re so close. 
“I’m close.”
“I can feel it,” He grunts. Focus. Cum. You were so close when he orgasms, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm, you had been so close.
Neither of you move. He sighs, rolling over. “Do you want me to finish you?” he asks, eyes barely open.
You shake your head, afraid if you spoke you would burst out crying. You're exhausted anyways, you're so tired of it all. Running to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you feel like you can finally breath in.
You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection for a third time tonight. You look how miserable you are, eyes swollen and red for you crying, lips swollen from his kisses, hair a mess from his sloppy thrusts. 
‘Don’t look away,’ you tell yourself. Your eyes are glassy, with tears starting again. You’re still unsatisfied, still horny, still so utterly alone. 
Misunderstood woman. Used up woman. Ugly woman. Scared woman…scared woman…
You’re too scared to demand for better. One single weak cry for more doesn’t help you. If you can’t make your own boyfriend love you, to find you attractive anymore, what hope do you have to make a stranger love you?
You’re a scared woman, too scared to leave him. Leave…leave leave leave!
After cleaning away your shame you trudged back into your bedroom, saw your boyfriend snoring in your bed, content with his life, and you felt another familiar emotion. You felt furious. 
But this time, in this one single moment, in your anger, you felt courage.
When he woke up that morning, he called out to you, looking for you.
“Baby? Where are you?” You could hear his groggy voice from the living room where you slept. 
“In the living room,” you find your voice.
“Are you making breakfast?” He yells back, “I’m hungry!”
You were sitting on the couch, awake, dressed, with a suitcase, packed with some clothes and that expensive lingerie you had decided to buy.
When he finally does decide to come to the kitchen, you tell him, “I think we need some time apart.”
You let it sink in for him and continue, “I’m going to go stay with my friend while I figure some things out. I…need a break from this.” You stand up, suitcase, purse, and your favorite pillow in your arms.
“Wait wait wait, hold on a second? What?! Why?!”
“I just don’t feel…loved anymore.”
He rushes to your side, holding onto your tense shoulders, “I love you, what? Of course I love you! Is this about me not paying attention to you fast enough last night? Don’t you think you’re overreacting?!”
“It’s not about that. We need some space. I need some space. Don’t you feel it?” you ask incredulously. “That was the first time we had sex in weeks. I have to practically beg you to touch me-”
“What?! That’s not true!”
“We never have sex! We never have sex!” You repeat, pushing him away, “We never just fuck. Do you even want to fuck me anymore?!”
“Of course I do! We just had sex, y/n! What the fuck?”
“Then why don’t you?! Why don’t you fuck me?! Fuck me on the table.” You point to your tiny dining room table, irate. It wasn't about the sex, you knew that, but it also, had everything to do about the sex.
“The t-table, what?! You’re acting so fucking crazy. Why would we fuck on that hard table when we have a bed? We’re not teenagers in high school any more, y/n!”
“So what? SO WHAT?!”
“What makes you think I want to fuck you when you act so desperate all the time!?” You laugh at that, telling him goodbye. “Wait wait, I’m sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just angry. Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for six years.That’s just how couples act. We can’t have sex like rabbits all the fucking time. What is wrong with you?! You’re going to throw away SIX YEARS because I won’t fuck you on a table?? Is this a joke?!” He sounds like he’s about to cry, words cracking in his throat.
You’re already pulling your suitcase out the front door. “I’m sorry! Just give me some space. Please!” You can’t watch him be upset any longer, not when you are experienced in how much it hurts to have someone no longer choose you...
So this is why you’re here now, sitting at the bar while your friend dances with some guy she just met. 
This is where you first met him.
Well, technically, this isn’t the first first time you’ve met Jeon Jungkook, but it is the first time you thought about fucking him.
Okay, so technically, that’s not the whole truth either. How could you not think about it at least once in a while? When Jungkook is possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, and definitely the most attractive man in your friend group.
But you were shy and quiet, and always by your boyfriend’s side when you met up with friends, a loyal girlfriend...
Ugh, why won’t men approach you? It is so obvious you’re taken, spoken for, to be his for the rest of your life? You’ve sat at the bar and waited and tried to do what your friend does; be seductive, catch someone’s eyes and look willing and available, yet still, no one has come up to you and asked for a dance, or asked to buy you a drink, nothing, not one single person! 
Why does it work so easily for her and not you? Are you truly that unfuckable? You stir the ice in your drink around and contemplate why no man wants you, is it your face? Your body? Should you smile more? You feel like fucking crying again. 
The music is loud and becoming annoying, your feet are sore, you don't want to spend another twelve dollars on a drink, and just when you’re about to call it a night, send your girl friend a fake text that you’re heading out with someone, because that had been her ultimate goal for you tonight (and instead go back to her apartment with a New York style pizza and pint of ice cream), you finally notice him.
Jungkook sits across the bar from you, talking to a beautiful blonde. You’re not surprised he’s here, Jungkook is the biggest flirt you know. He’ll treat any girl to a good time as long as she doesn’t expect anything more in return. Because Jungkook is well known in your friend group for being a ho.
Not that you blame him, if you looked as good as Jeon Jungkook you’d be a man slut too. If you looked as good as him you definitely wouldn’t be in the position you are now, hardly no dating experience with not one seductive bone in your body. Ugh!
Jungkook catches your eye as you stare at him and you wave at him sheepishly. 
This is so fucking embarrassing. Why did your friend let you walk out of the house with this much makeup on?! It was the same style you wore last night, dark black eyeshadow, accentuating your eyes and red lipstick. It hadn’t worked on your boyfriend, why did you think it was going to work now? You shifted awkwardly in your tight dress. Too tight. You never wore dresses like this, the fit short and revealing. So embarrassing. 
But Jungkook, having seen you, has to go weaving through bodies to say hi to you, like the sweet friendly man he is. “Holy shit, y/n! What are you doing here? Jimin, finally let you out?” He yells over the music, leaning close to you, a friendly smile on his face. You know Jungkook was only joking, he loves teasing everyone, but it stings to hear his name.
“We’re, umm, on a break.” You say loudly into his ear, awkwardly stirring your cocktail. “Jen convinced me to come out.”
“I’m sorry, you were together for years, wow. Are you okay?” he asks. You can feel his uneasiness, how he’s worried to say anything wrong.
“I’m f-fine. It was my decision.” ‘This is what you wanted, y/n.’
“Really? Good, good for you.” Jungkook’s smile is bright and warm and makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. “You look great. I barely recognized you.” He laughs, looking at you up and down, eyes stopping at your curves, your cleavage. You’re sure he must be surprised, you never dressed like this. Jimin would have lost his mind if you stepped outside in a dress like this.
You try to joke with him, “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” you laugh.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I’ve been drinking! You always look cute. I just have never seen you like this. You know. It’s nice. You look hot.” He pats you on the back. It’s awkward, and also kind of funny they way it seems like he’s giving you a pep talk.
“Yeah, well no one else thinks so.” You mutter. “How am I supposed to get over him if no one wants to fuck me?” Maybe you’re a little drunk too.
Jungkook laughs. He’s always thought you were kind of innocent the way you dressed and acted. So, the moment he saw you, alone, looking so lost and miserable, he had to make sure you were okay. He definitely did not expect to hear you’ve broken up with your boyfriend. You were always glued to Jimin’s side and rarely talked to anyone else. Jungkook met you both as a couple, and if he was asked what he thought of you and Jimin yesterday, he would have expected you two were going to be married someday. You talking about fucking someone else so nonchalantly, that definitely would not have been on Jungkook’s bingo card of future expectations.
“You can find someone. Just be direct. Like this,” He grabs the shoulder of a guy walking past you. “My friend thinks you're cute and wants to dance,” he winks over at you, and your eyes widen, too shocked to speak.
“Yeah?” the stranger says, intrigued.
“Yep,” Jungkook looks over to you, smiling wider, pulling you up from your chair.
“Hey, so, you want to dance?”
You look at Jungkook gratefully, nodding yes.
You felt great. This was great, you were having the time of your life! After years of feeling neglected it was crazy how good it felt to just flirt a little, grind against a man, and feel just how much someone wanted you. It was the small confidence booster you really needed. If it took a stranger grinding his half chub against your ass in the dark nightclub to make you feel desirable, then so be it. You were also turned on, body buzzing, wetter than you wanted to accept, elated from just dancing and moving and living again.
But what really made you hotter than you’ve felt in years, what made the butterflies inside you dance as well, was the way every time you looked over to Jungkook, he was watching you too, his piercing eyes following your movements. 
Sure, he had a girl draped over him, one with larger lips, a thinner face, a hotter smaller figure you could only wish you were born with. But Jungkook would constantly look over to you too, between laughs, and sips, and exchanges. Staring at you shamelessly. You weren’t just seeing things, Jungkook had his eyes on you, and he liked what he saw!
He could be checking in on you, like a good friend does. Or maybe...
You keep dancing, even when you start to feel tired. You feel your dance partner’s hands move across your body, in patterns and pressure so different from what you’ve been used to all these years, and when lips that don’t feel familiar touch your neck, your body stiffens. You’re so used to your exboyfriend’s touch, even if it had become sour to you, and now it just feels wrong to keep letting this stranger whom didn’t even bother to ask for your name continue to touch you. You pull his hands off you to excuse yourself and feel crushed when he looks irritatedly at you.
So here you sit again, back at the bar, feeling defeated. It was nice while it lasted though, pretending to be everything you’re no longer, letting go for the night, and Jeon Jungkook eye fucking you on the dance floor. Like right now. He stares you down, doesn’t look away awkwardly when you meet his gaze, doesn’t smile timidly, just watches you lean against the bar, chin resting on your palm as you think, realizing Jungkook hasn’t stopped staring.
“Do you want to have sex?”
His face remains blank, “What?”
You ignore the ugly glare the woman next to him is sending your way. “I said did you want to have sex? With me?” You pause, “I’m being direct.”
The girl next to him scoffs loudly and Jungkook continues to stay quiet and now you feel like an idiot. He looks shocked, eyes large like a deer in headlights, and confused. You must have been seeing things, maybe it was the club lights or all the alcohol you consumed, that made you think Jungkook was the least bit interested in you. All the courage it took you to walk over to him is all gone now. You are sure you’ve now also ruined your friendship. Oh god, what if he tells your other friends? You’ll never be able to face anyone ever again. You shake your head, turning around, making a beeline to the bathroom.
‘How sad,” the girl Jungkook had been entertaining laughs, and Jungkook very delicately, removes her arms from around his neck. 
“I gotta go,” and he leaves before she can process his rejection.
Jungkook finds you near the bathrooms in a panic. “Hey.”
You jump. “Fuck,” you clutch your racing heart, swaying into Jungkook, “Oh it’s you. Just, just ignore me. I’m a mess. I get it,” you ramble. “I wouldn’t want to fuck me either.”
“Nononono,” He’s quick to reassure you, “I just...don’t do relationships,” he says slightly ashamed of himself for leading you on. As intrigued as he was witnessing this new side of you, what he had witnessed during all the years he knew you had led him to believe you were a serial monogamist. Someone who awkwardly laughed away inappropriate jokes, anytime a taboo discussion would take place amongst your friends on a chill weekend night, you would scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, probably disgusted by the way everyone overshared their sex lives. You and Jimin never spoke about yours with the group either. He couldn’t imagine you being a one night stand kind of girl, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable and end up hurting you in the end. That's what he wanted to explain to you, before you said,
“That’s okay.” 
Jungkook runs a hand through his unruly hair, fixing the strands back in place. “You know how I am, y/n.” he admits, so quietly you have to move closer to hear him above the music. “I’m not looking for anything serious,” he says wearily, making sure you understand. You stare at his mouth through half lidded eyes, lick your lips and he has to remind himself to act like a gentleman. He tried to look away but your stare was magnetic, pulling him in, closer and closer.
“I know,” you swallow, leaning against his chest. 
You let out a soft deep sigh. Jungkook could have sworn you moaned his name, but he didn’t believe it, you weren’t that kind of woman. His body responded to your call just the same, leaning into you, pressing you between his hard chest and the club wall. His voice drops down in octave, deep and raspy. “I’m a rough person.”
“Even better,” and pull him to you by the collar, pressing your lips to his.
To any passerby you looked like two very drunk people making out in the bathroom hall, a common occurance for the Club you were in. They didn’t know everything it took for you to get here, what you sacrificed and gave up, what you lost and tried to regain. Even Jungkook barely understood the change and shift within you, but he felt your passion and he couldn’t get enough of it.
So that had been your first kiss with Jungkook, hands and tongue and teeth, frenzied and unrestrained.
Jungkook was rougher than usual, testing you, expecting you to push him away and stop him, but you only matched his energy, widening your legs when he shoved his thigh up into your core, moaning when he yanked your hair. When his strong hands held you painfully tight you raked your nails down his back, pulled his hair until his scalp stung, kissed him harder when he bit your lip.
When Jungkook finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t hesitate. “Let’s go, I’ll call for a ride,” fingers intertwined, pulling you out of the club.
With the fresh night air chilling your body and sobering you up, you realize this definitely is happening, you’re about to have sex with Jungkook, you’re about to have sex with someone else for the first time in six years. You glance over to Jungkook and he smiles back softly. He hasn’t let go of your hand and you stand together in silence. He also hasn’t tried to kiss you and you feel too exposed to kiss him, and you wonder if he is regretting this. You look over to him again even more worried and he smiles again and squeezes your hand. He’s back to being sweet friendly Jungkook, calming your nerves and making you feel welcome, so you follow him into the cab and back to his apartment. 
As soon as you step into his apartment, he locks the handle and cages you against the door, tasting your lips again. “Fuck, fuck, sorry, I can’t wait any longer.” He pulls the hem of your dress down lower, kissing your shoulder as his skilled fingers unzips the back of your dress, as your shaky fingers try to unbutton his shirt.
He stops, admiring your body.
“This…was underneath that?” He smirks. “You really were trying to get lucky tonight, hmm?” His tattooed knuckles run along the intricate lace, finger hooking into a strap as he pulls on it teasingly.
“Yes,” you feel your voice catch in your throat as he admires the lace across your chest, pulling your dress down lower.
“Holy fuck, I guess it really is the quiet ones you have to look out for.” He holds your jaw with two fingers, lifting your chin so your eyes meet. “So fucking sexy.”
“I’m not always quiet,” you pant.
“Yeah, are you a screamer?”
“I guess that depends on you.” You guide his hand down to your chest, squeezing. His body knocks into you hard and fast, pressing his lips to your neck. You let your head fall against the doorframe, moaning loudly as his hands massage your breasts, pulling on your sensitive skin through the fabric. You can’t help but run your nails across his muscles, whimpering from how good it feels. His hands encase your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and he looks into your eyes, pausing briefly. There’s fire in your eyes when you stare back, setting off a spark that ignites his whole body, flaming his arousal.
He moves you to the couch, lips attached to your skin, his frame hard and heavy and welcomingly warm. He cups your breast, licking a long strip across your neck, and you pull your legs over his hips, hands fumbling for his belt. He stops you, placing them above your head in one tight hand. “You want me?” He squeezes your wrists, adjusting his weight. You can only nod breathlessly. “Once I start, I won’t stop,” he warns. His deep voice, commanding presence, only makes your heartrate escalate and your body vibrate with anticipation.
“Please, fuck me.”
“Mmm,” he hums, free hand pressing into your center, letting the fabric of your lingerie moisten it with your own slick. It begins to ache how much you want him to continue, breathing shallowly, your thighs tightening around his lean torso. “So wet. I make you that wet, hm?” he smirks.
He presses a single digit inside you and you feel like you might combust right then and there. Your core feels like it’s pulsing from the inside out. Less than a minute with Jungkook’s finger inside you and you’re about to come. How embarrassing would that be.
You arch your back when he adds another digit, push your arms up against his hold.
“Too much?”
“No!” You yell that a little louder than intended. Fuck, you’re really fucking this up.
“No,” you repeat calmer this time. “I just– If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“That’s what I want, baby.”
“I don’t want it to end so quickly.”
Jungkook grins wide, kissing your cheek. ‘Like I said, once I start, I’m not going to stop.” He wiggles his fingers inside you, pressing up, “not until you beg me.” You’re so worked up he only has to press a couple more times inside and you’re tightening around his fingers, body tensing against him. 
You barely have time to catch your breath before his fingers delve in again, your body shaking trying to keep up with his ministrations. “F-Fuck me,” you moan into his mouth.
“No please this time?” he chuckles, letting go of your wrists, gripping your thigh instead and opening you up wider, pumping his fingers in and out, watching as you fall apart all over again. This time, your orgasm lasts, the intensity deep inside you spreading across your body. When it finally ends, you sigh, softly laughing. 
“Well, I’ve never gotten that reaction before.” You wish you could tell him that was your first orgasm in months that you didn’t have to coax yourself. You almost forgot how good an orgasm like that could feel, how freeing. 
Instead you look at him, a huge grin on your face and eyes sparking, admiring the man before you, happy it was Jungkook you found at the club and not a stranger.
No one has looked at him quite like that before, with starry-eyed reverence that makes everything feel so much more intimate, a deeper connection that he just isn't used to. Jungkook kisses you, trading in the feelings bursting inside him with the familiar need to satisfy his desires, to seek out pleasure in your body, to fuck.
“Yes,” you gasp when he finally pushes your panties to the side and pushes himself inside of you. He is so hard and he moves his hips so differently than you’re used to, long strong rolling strokes that take your breath away and make you feel like you’re going crazy with lust. It feels so good, too good. You need to control yourself.
“Jungkook,” you push against his shoulders, “I-I want to be on top.”
Jungkook’s tongue rolls across his bottom lip, “Then get on top, baby.”
After that night, there was no way you could ever go back to your ex. After the power you felt, the sexuality you embodied again, the joy you felt chasing your high. The pleasure you felt rolling your body over Jungkook’s twitching cock, watching Jungkook’s jaw tense, his brows furrow, his muscles jump and tense all from your touch. No, not after this, this was the best sex of your life.
“A-Are you sure? I like seeing you in pleasure,” he massages your ass, pulling you into his lap, “giving you pleasure.”
“You will! I mean, I will be in pleasure. I want it.” You kiss his cheek, cuddle into his chest. “I want you to.” You look at him, gauging his reaction. “I mean, you’ve tied me up before...” Jungkook hums, on the fence. “You don’t want to?”
“I like hurting you,” Jungkook admits almost guiltily.
“I like being hurt.” You whisper, encouragingly.
His hand envelopes yours, he cracks your knuckles and you try to wiggle away from him, laughing. “Ow, that’s not what I had in mind.”
“But I like it,” he pouts, biting your palm.
“Well, if you want to, surprise me, you can anytime. Use my body.”
Jungkook nods.
The next morning, you woke up sore all over your body and very hungover. You almost didn’t believe it. Jungkook was kind, he let you stay the night in his bed, and was quietly snoring next to you proving you did in fact hook up with your friend. You left quickly in the morning, but before you had made it out the door Jungkook asked if you wanted to come back for dinner. You knew what he meant, if you wanted to come back and fuck. You said you’d love to.
Of course dinner ended with you straddling Jungkook’s lap, eagerly kissing him, rolling your hips down with increasing urgency the harder he became.
“Fuck, Jimin is a fucking idiot for letting you go.”
“Mmm, let's not talk about him anymore,” you murmur, kissing him harder. But you kept bringing him up during dinner, and though Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, it made him jealous, so he couldn’t help himself bringing him up now.
“I fuck you better than him, don’t I?”
You agree quickly, dismissing his question, but Jungkook wasn’t satisfied, sucking and biting on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder until he saw marks. “Jimin kept this all to himself and didn't appreciate it.”
“I-I really don’t want to talk about him anymore,” you frown.
He stood up, placed you on the tabletop, and cleared away the empty plates. You jumped off the table and leaned against it instead, waiting rather impatiently for him, and when he comes back, he stalks over to you, fingers reaching for the end of your skirt. “Cute,” he says, inching the hem up your thigh, pausing while his dark eyes roam over your body. The tension in the room was too high, too much, and if Jungkook wasn't going to fuck you already, you felt like you were going to go insane. “Did you wear this for me?” He held down the urge to say his friend's name again, it having already left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Yes, of course,” you kiss him softly, unable to resist tasting his lips.
He reaches for your neck, holds you still. Your eyes glaze over, mouth slightly parting, eyes staring at him with the same lust filled look as last night, the same look that made him want to claim you over and over again, to fuck you into submission just so you would look at him like that all the time.
“Turn around.” He gives you one short gruff command and you turn your back to him, breath hitching in your throat when he presses his erection into your ass, caging his body around yours. “Bend over.” This time he guides your back so you lie your body down across his table, your palms pressing flat into the wood. “There you go, stay like that.” Everything he did to you was new and exciting and fun and you didn't want it to end. You've always wanted it rough, wanted someone to want you so intensely they'd let their desire destroy any restraint.
And right now you can feel the cracks in Jungkook's restraints as he lifts your skirt over your ass and yanks the lace of your underwear down to your thighs, admiring how wet you already are for him, fingers running along the opening of your sex, pressing two fingers inside. “So did you go back to him with my cum still inside of you?” he teases.
You arch your back up as he sets a hard fast pace, and he pushes your head down, keeping you still. Your fingers curl, nails scraping across the surface of his table. He pulls out the wet digits and spanks you hard across your ass.
Your stomach flips with desire and adrenaline and guilt, confused, did Jungkook want to make you feel ashamed? Could you even feel shame being this turned on? “I-I don’t live with him anymore. I am staying with Jen.”
The way you talked about Jimin at dinner, it sounded like you missed him. Jungkook was not used to feeling so possessive over someone, especially a friend, especially a hookup. You were just too eager, willing, pliable; so perfect for him. As soon as last night ended he was already thinking about more ways to fuck you, how to bend you, ways to make you come. He just needed to get it out of his system, he just needed to fuck you more, that’s all. He just needed to listen to you cry out in ecstasy, listen to you moan, listen to you laugh.
“How many times has Jimin made you come during sex before?” When you don’t answer his hand comes down on the same cheek hard making you flinch. “Be a good girl and answer me.”
You didn’t like thinking of old memories with your ex, especially when Jungkook currently had two fingers deep inside your pussy, Jungkook's long fingers reaching deeper than Jimin ever could. You didn’t want to think of your ex doing the same thing to you, it made you feel dirty, it made you wetter. “T-Two, almost three.”
“Oh, I can beat that.” His hand moves from the back of your head to grip your shoulder. Jungkook lets his cock slip through your folds, pushing in with one quick thrust, pulling you back with one fluid motion that has you screaming.
“Bend over.” Jungkook’s lips hover over yours, catching the skin ever so slightly with his in barely a kiss, just a taste. “Now.”
You turn around quickly, bending in a perfect L, ass pressing firmly into his crotch. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks.
“My boyfr-”
“I don’t see him anywhere?”
“He’s at work,” you say, playing along.
“And he left you all alone? Doesn’t he know how dangerous that can be? What if someone were to find you and fuck you?” He emphasized the last two words by shoving his cock inside you, jolting your body, making you scream.
“Don’t move, don’t try to escape.”
You grunt, and try to push yourself off the table only for Jungkook to grab your arms, pulling them swiftly behind your back as he builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out and taking his time with you defiling you.
“Yes,” you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, filled so deliciously full by Jungkook’s cock.
“Yes? What about your boyfriend? Are you a fucking whore?” Jungkook rolls his hips into yours, pulling out only to shove you full of himself again in one hard fluid motion that makes you moan again. “You like this dick? Dirty slut.”
“Ahh, fuck!” you grunt, clenching around his solid length every time he rotates his hips against you.
“You like getting fucked by a stranger, huh? You like cheating on him?” He presses a palm down onto your back, holding you down so tight your chest stings. You let out a soft unconvincing no, lifting your ass up to meet his thrusts.
“Stop,” Jungkook mutters, “I don’t like it,” he pulls away from you, leaving you empty and unfulfilled, groaning at the suddenness of his change in demeanor. Trying to get your bearrings, you slowly turn around to a very upset looking Jungkook buttoning his pants.
“W-What’s wrong?”
“Do you like the idea of cheating on me?”
“Do you want to cheat on me?”
“Are you getting jealous...of yourself?”
“No-” he rolls his eyes.
“Really, because you seem upset-”
“Well, why did you like it so much?!” Jungkook always acted jealous. You liked it if you were being honest, you preferred it to the aloof way your ex treated you, but this was another level, it was laughable, but witnessing the anger in his eyes made you rethink joking it off.
“Because of you! I thought that’s what you were t-trying to do? You don’t want me to want you?”
“I d-do, but I thought the whole point-”
“Well,” you sigh, exasperated, “maybe be rougher then!”
Jungkook slaps you across the face, hits you the hardest he’s ever hit you. Your head swings to the side from his force, momentarily stunned by his action. He makes you face him again, pulling you into a rushed kiss, hands covering your cheeks, and the side he hit you throbs against his palm. Your try to pry his hands off your face, push him away so you can breathe, because you don’t know whether he hit you because you asked or because he is genuinely angry at you.
“Jungkook-” you stumble backwards, feel the world tilt when Jungkook lifts you over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You gasp, his heavy weight on you once your body hits the sheets of your shared bed, arms pulled behind you again and tied together this time.
You don’t have a lot of time to think about what to do before Jungkook is scissoring his fingers inside you, pulling your hair and bending your body back at an uncomfortable angle. You don’t know what to do, let him manhandle you in a way that makes your nerve endings tingle, or stop him, Jungkook is mad and the lines are becoming blurred. His finger plays with your wetness, gathering your slick and running along your rim. You pull against the restraints, you should speak up, but he was finally giving in to your twisted fantasies. Why did Jungkook have to be upset with you!
Jungkook groaned as his cock entered into your tight hole. “Wait!” You weren’t opposed to anal, but Jungkook usually took him time stretching you out and making things as comfortable for you as possible. You reach out your tied hands, and his hard stomach knocks into you with every sharp thrust. He pushes in deep to an agonizing pressure. “Yellow.”
“What?” He stills, cock still buried deep inside you.
You try to wiggle your fingers against your bodies to get him to move. He pulls away from you slowly. “H-Hold on.” You breath through your mouth, “Okay.” You shudder when he pulls away from you completely.
Jungkook lifts himself up, also steadies his breathing. “Y/n?”
“You’re mad at me.”
“I am not.” But you can hear the clear edge of his voice.
“Yes, yes you are.” You sigh. You turnover on your back, “W-We can’t do something like this when you’re mad...”
“I’m sorry, I just realized I didn’t like that kind of role play.” Jungkook huffs, pulling you closer to his side.
“Okay, we will pretend I’m single?”
Jungkook frowns, “I don’t like that either.”
“Aish. All I want is you, I would never, ever cheat on you.” You cuddle into his side. “Can’t you tell?” You joke.
“Then it’s still me, and we can pretend you’re still dating someone else-”
“No anal either.”
“Whyyy?” Jungkook pouts.
“It didn’t feel good at all,” you wince.
“I’m sorry.” He pulls you into a hug, “…What if I find a way to make it feel good?” He encourages, lips lifting into a half smile.
“Maybe,” you laugh. “But that was…good. What you did,” you look down at his fingers playing with yours. “That’s what I want.”
“Mhm. Did want to try again?”
“No, right now I just want to love you,” he grins, rolling on top of you.
THIRTY FOURTH TIME (not that you were counting anymore)
“Where’s y/n? She’s supposed to be here,” Jimin asks Jen. It was the group’s monthly game night, and apart from the tense exchanges when you came over to grab some more clothes, he hasn’t been able to talk to you, or reconcile like he wants to. He just wanted you back, everything back to the way it was. He didn’t realize how much you did for him, how lonely it was without you there. Jimin is hoping tonight he can finally talk to you and convince you to give him another chance.
“Oh, um, she’s here somewhere, I gotta go, uh, refill the chips!”
“Shh.” Jungkook whispers as you let out a particularly loud moan. Even if your sounds were muffled behind his palm, you still needed to quiet yourself. “You’re being too loud, we’re going to get caught.” He ends the sentence with a hard thrust, knocking you into the bathroom mirror. You glare at him, unable to voice your retort and he laughs. You whimper when he picks up the pace, so close to release. This is the second time tonight you and Jungkook disappeared at the same time together. Both of you were doing a very poor job at hiding your new upgraded relationship from your friends, so poor in fact, that all your friends had to pretend they didn’t notice how you were unusually handsy together or that only one of two bathrooms in your friend's house were occupied when you both said you needed to go. So when Jimin showed up, everyone became unusually animated…and loud.
You hear someone yell, “Hey Jimin!” from your friend’s living room. You tap Jungkook on the head, tugging on his hair. He looks up, face between your legs. “If I come again, I won’t be able to make it through game night.”
“Ask Jen for some coffee.” He licks across your nub, arms massaging and pulling at your thighs, eyes looking up at you wide and hopeful. How could you deny him, when he looks so ridiculously cute and sexy at the same time.
“Hmm okay,” you open your legs wider, pushing the hair out of Jungkook’s eyes.
“Hey!” Jungkook reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand and embrace him while you make a beeline to the couch.
“Oh, h-hey.” He looks over Jungkook’s shoulder to your retreating figure.
“Hey, y/n!”
“Hi,” you put on your best smile to keep the peace during game night, falling into the space between your friends Namjoon and Hoseok.
“You look beautiful, you look great.”
Jungkook jumps on the couch, next to you. “Yeah, she does,” he says, pushing you over into Namjoon, “Scoot over!” He whines, leaning back into the small space, arms across the couch cushions an over your shoulders and Hoseok’s shoulders. “What are we playing?” He asks the group, leaning over into your side, arm casually draping over your frame.
“What about jenga?”
“What about scrabble?”
“I love scrabble,” you say.
Jungkook turns to you, “Why haven’t we played scrabble?”
“Because I will make you cry with how badly I beat you with my extensive scrabble knowledge,” you laugh.
“Oh yeah?”
“It’s true, she’s really good.” Jimin speaks up, looking over at you. He smiles softly when he catches your attention. Your lips curl up without you meaning to as you laugh to yourself, remembering he stopped playing scrabble with you because you kept beating him. Jungkook looks between you and the smile you shared, chewing on his bottom lip.
“What about pictionary?”
“Our side verses your side,” Jungkook adds, gesturing between the couches. Hand still around your shoulder, Jimin watches from across the room as Jungkook whispers something into your ear. You giggle and Jimin can't help but roll his eyes, small knives of jealousy stabbing into his chest as he takes another long sip of his beer.
“Oh no, all the ice is gone.”
“I’ll make Hoseok go grab some from his fridge,” Jen says behind you. Living in the same building as one of your friends has some advantages.
“So, you and Jungkook make a cute couple.” You stutter out a what, vehemently denying it and she laughs, “I’m just kidding! But you two are very close now, huh? You totally have, ‘the glow.’”
“I’m just being friendly,” you busy yourself with clearing away trash, “we’re good friends.”
“Just be careful,” she says, avoiding your eyes. “I know you’re trying to get over Jimin, but…Jungkook...just be careful.”
“I-I’m n-not-”
“Y/n, he literally won’t stop staring at your ass. He’s doing it right now.” she whispers, nudging your shoulder with her own inconspicuously, “look.”
She sure was right, Jungkook is shamelessly watching you, as if you were back at the club again, but you were doing the dishes! This man will be the death of you.
You can’t help but laugh, “It’s not serious, I promise! He’s just really fun to be around, and he’s funny, and makes me feel...I don’t know...”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how he is. I think I’ve seen him in one real relationship since high school.”
“I know.”
“Okay,” she sighs. “Well, anyways, I’m glad you're happy. I’ve never seen you this smiley! Must be some good dick, huh?” She elbows you.
You cover your face with your palm groaning, and then peak at her between your fingers, nodding shyly.
Jimin finds you in huddled in an arm chair with Jungkook, flicking a bottle cap string between each other. Your legs are lying across his lap where Jungkook is annoyingly resting his hand atop.
“Noooo,” you pout, having been the one to flick off the bottle cap string, you take a sip of the tiny liquor bottle you’re holding, giggling together, in your own little bubble.
“Y/n, can I talk to you?”
Jungkook answers for you, “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Jimin tries to calm his anger and jealousy, but the way Jungkook had to say it, Jimin curses, so full of himself. “I didn’t ask you.”
Jungkook looks away, chewing on his bottom lip, laughing to himself, “Well, I’m telling you, just leave her alone, don’t make a scene-”
Jimin waves his hand at the pair of you, “What is this? Some fucking joke?”
Jungkook leans back sighing, elbows above his head, “What are you talking about?”
“Why the fuck are you all over my girl-”
“She’s not your girl anymore-”
Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustration building, “So what, you plan to swoop in like a fucking vulture because she’s the only woman you haven’t been able to fuck in a ten mile radius?”
Oh, Jungkook wishes he could tell him truth, throw it in his face every time he’s had you, but the horrified look on your face as you watch their argument is the only thing keeping him from shattering Jimin’s world.
“Let’s just all take a deep relaxing breath, yeah?”
Jimin spins around, directing his anger at Jen. “You think this shit is okay?”
“You said you were going to be fine if-”
“Well I didn’t expect my own friend would pull this shit, but Jungkook, you will literally try to stick your dick in anything, won’t you?! Even my ex-girlfriend!” Jimin yells, now being held back by Namjoon, “You know once he gets what he wants from you, y/n, he's going to leave you like every other fucking girl he does this to!”
Shit, what are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? Jimin and Jungkook look ready to tear each other's faces off and all your friends are looking at you now.
“Okay Jimin, let’s go talk-”
Jungkook stops you, reaching out to hold your hand. “I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't treat you like that, and I would never treat you how he did.” He glares at Jimin.
You know all the rumors, but the way you and Jungkook have talked about your pasts, Jungkook sharing his past relationships with pain he tries to hide under easygoingness. You know they have perceptions of you too, wrong ones, and you just don't care what they have to say.
You take a deep breath, whispering to Jungkook, “Be direct?” Jungkook's eyes widen in acknowledgement, and you turn back to your ex.
“Jimin, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you.”
“Y/n, please let’s just talk in private,” he pleads with you.
You sigh, “Okay, well, before we go and do that, I just want you to know, I believe Jungkook.” You hold your breath. “I believe him because we already had sex. A lot. Lots of sex.”
“I’m so glad I came over,” Hoseok whispers to Taehyung.
Jimin stop struggling against Namjoon and stares at you, his mouth partly open in shock.
“And before you blame Jungkook, I kissed him first!” You shield Jungkook because it looks like Jimin is about to punch him.
Jimin stands still, jaw clenched. “You kissed him?”
“Yes...and it was the best decision of my life,” you give Jungkook a weak hopeful smile.
“I wish I was recording this, Jin is never going to believe me.” Taehyung whispers to Hoseok. Hoseok shakes his head.
Jungkook looks at you in awe. “I think I am in love with you.”
“Holy shit, record this, record this!” Hoseok hisses.
“Did you forget your-” you never utter the word keys, just stare at your boyfriend and the way he leans against the door frame, watching you with downcast eyes. You feel heat rise inside of you at his silent hardened stare, usual sweet round eyes now sharp and full of desire, his jaw clenched, his demeanor changed and unrecognizable.
“Are you alone?”
Nodding, you try to calm your jitteriness. Dark butterflies in the pit of your stomach fluttering up into your throat, ready to fly even higher at his attention. 
“Yes.” Your throat tightens and you can barely get the words out, “My boyfriend is at work.”
Jungkook smiles, head cocked to the side, places an arm against the doorframe to keep the entry way open. He inches closer to you, watching you like prey about to be caught.
“Perfect.” He steps a foot inside.
You take one last look at the devastatingly handsome man in front of you, take a deep breath, push your butterflies down and spin around, adrenaline entering your limbs as you take off at full speed back into your apartment.
But Jungkook is so much faster than you and catches you in seconds. Hand in your hair, other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back abruptly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls you off your feet. You knew Jungkook was strong, you saw how fast he could kick and punch when training, but he never really used his full strength against you. Even now he still wasn't using everything he had, and no matter how hard you kicked or tried to pry his hands off of you, there was no give, Jungkook remained locked like a vice around your body.
He drops you short of the bed, landing on hard carpet of your bedroom. Before you can readjust your body he's using his strength against you once again, straddling your hips and pinning you to the ground. So you slap him. A hit that completely unphases him, his mind too high on adrenaline and excitement, he looks down at you like he's expecting you to hit him again.
So you hit him across the other cheek, watch his eyes light up like you’ve given him the best present, exactly what he wanted. He slaps you harder, swifter. The noise rings loud inside your quiet bedroom. The pain momentarily stunning you, weakening your fight, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to flip you around, his thighs holding your legs together, he massages and kneads your ass through the thin material of your leggings.
“Fuck, you have such a nice ass.” His usual cheerful sweet voice is gruff now, a deep low whisper. “But first I want your mouth.”
You feel his weight leave your legs, his boots tread across the carpet as he stands up. You lift yourself up, look up at the calm man before you. He nods to the hallway, “Go ahead, try.”
You know it’s futile, Jungkook is going to easily catch you again, pin you to the ground again, your body is going to be his, no matter what you do. The idea that you can’t stop this, that running is exactly what he wants you to do, well, it makes you run.
He catches you in the hallway, knocks you down, keeps a tight grip on your jaw, his crotch pressed to your face, he rubs his dick across your lips and cheeks, pushes himself inside your mouth until you’re choking. He moans out, vocal in how good it feels to have your lips stretched around his cock, rutting into your face, he forces his cock down your throat, barely giving you enough time to inhale air. Minutes tick by, your face getting progressively more sloppy with spit and cum and tears as you try to keep up with his thrusts, and before you know it, he's filling your mouth, waiting until you swallow everything down before he removes his cock.
You gasp for air, your entire body already sore from his face fucking, you muscles aching from tensing every time he stole your breath away, over and over again. You look to your feet, notice Jungkook's unruly hair against your stomach, him momentarily hugging your waist before he moves lower, hand running down your body until he reaches your ankle.
He pushes off his knee, standing up, your ankle still in his grip.
You heave in air as you are pulled, you grab the closest thing you can reach, the edge of your hall closet door, fingers trying to hold onto the raised wood as he pulls your body back to the bedroom.
“F-uuck..” Jungkook had you, leggings ripped down to your thighs, shirt and bra pulled off, face down to the mattress. He stroked across your slit, shocked at how drenched you were. “You’re dripping all over my fingers. You’re so wet. I bet I could just-” he presses three fingers inside you, stretching you out, making you scream and shudder. His thumb rubs circles into your clit. “Ahh yes, dirty little slut, you’re mine now.”
“G-Get off of me.”
Jungkook chuckles, arm flexing while he rocks his hand into at a steady pace. “Make me stop, then,” he leans over you, warm breath in your ear, “But you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to cum around my fingers like a good little girl, and you’re going to take my cock all night long,” he whispers, “And no matter how much you beg or cry, you’re going to take it.”
You nod, heart jumping out your ribcage, wound so tight you feel lightheaded, you pussy throbbing around his digits.
“Now, think about all the things I’m about to do to you. Now, cum.”
“Did you like it?”
Jungkook rubs soap across your chest, “Yeah, but let’s just, umm, take it easy for a while. My back hurts,” he laughs. “Am I getting old?”
“No...maybe,” you giggle, sinking lower into the hot relaxing water.
“You can be on top for awhile,” he says, head above yours, his cute round eyes staring into yours in the opposite direction. You smile, nodding excitedly.
“Right now?”
“Aish woman.”
“I’m too sore,” you laugh. “What about you?” you tilt your head back, kissing his chin. “Any fantasies?”
Ever find a story in your WIPs you forgot you started and think well, it’s time to finish that. Anyways I hope you enjoyed another installment of my shameless smut + terrible plot series. :’D
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sombreboy · 4 months ago
Hellbound⇢demon!jjk [E]
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Demon JJK x female y/n ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, supernatural ⇢Word count: 14.5k ⇢Warnings: profanity, heavy dubcon, virgin y/n, descriptions of painful sex, crying, oral, dirty talk, biting, licking, fingering, abundance of cum, jealousy, ok jk gets kinda soft for her cuz he luvs her, kinda ends on a cockblock enjoy
A/N: An rp with apple anon, turned into a 14k beast despite not being finished. It’s the same lovely anon that wrote Unsullied with me, and I love how unrestricted our stories are. This is unfinished because I had a rough time, but I wanted to still post this and keep it documented. Enjoy, don’t read this if you’re sensitive to dubcon and rough themes. xo
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[22 years ago.]
"I'll do it." Your mother said to the smirking demon in front of her.
"I swear to give you my first-born daughter on her 21st birthday."
And thus, sealed your fate before you were even born.
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Your birthdays were never special. It had troubled you as a kid, the fact that your mother never celebrated you, or even congratulated you, like your friends parents would on their birthdays. But as you became older, the less you cared. You treated the day as any other, to try and forget about your mother's constant absence. She'd always chose her work, friends, boyfriend or something else over you, and that was that - you'd learned to live with it. The only meaning your 18th birthday had held was that you finally could move out and live on your own, in your own apartment.
You looked at your phone, the numbers 23.47 shining towards you, as you walked out of the bus, heading home. You hadn't planned to work so late, but you really needed the money.
Looking forward to the slice of pizza waiting in your fridge, you opened your front door, and headed for the kitchen. Cold pizza slice in hand, you looked at the clock again, watching the seconds pass, until finally. 00.00. You sighed. Happy 21st birthday to me.
You switched on the lights to your living room, and almost choked on the pizza as you laid eyes on the stranger standing in front of you.
He was anything but ordinary, standing tall in the middle of your room. He was dressed in all black, contrasting the silver earrings that dangled between long strands of raven hair. It was almost comical, how such a visually pleasing being suddenly appeared in a small, simple apartment. It was of no matter, however, as he had decided that you no longer will have to worry about whether or not you will be able to afford rent from now on. Because, now.. After 21 long years, you became his.
“Hello, Y/N.” He dug his ring-adorned hands into the pockets of his jacket, flashing a pearly, pleased grin your way, “Finally, we get to meet.”
Your first thought was to scream for help, a stupid thought really since no one would care. It wasn't like screams were abnormal in the area you lived.
Your second thought was that the man in front of you was a burglar, but there was two very obvious things talking against this conclusion;
First, the man had greeted you, with your name. Why would a burglar care to learn your name? And why would he stay around to greet you?
Second, well.. he didn't look like a burglar. The more you took in his features, the way he stood, the way he spoke, how he smiled at you, the clothes and accessories he wore.. this man reeked of expensiveness, so why should he need to steal?
Against all odds you managed to swallow the slice of pizza in your mouth, and with eyes bigger than the moon, and with as much courage you could uphold, you asked,
"Who are you?"
He didn’t answer right away and allowed the tension to linger in the air for just a bit longer. As he did so, silent footsteps echoed as he took a step forward, approaching you slowly. He’d been patient, waited years for this very moment where he could come to you.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He said lowly, fiery gaze zeroed in on your form. Another step closer, he wished to eliminate the distance between the two of you. With a swift motion, his hand withdraws from his pocket to reach out, offering it to you. His long, slender fingers are calloused, prettily dressed in jewelry, “Your new master.”
A feeling you cannot pinpoint spreads throughout your body. It was as if a natural primitive instinct kicked in. As he came closer, with eyes so intense it felt as if they burned your skin, the instinct told you to recoil, to hide, to flee. Despite this, you stood completely still, with eyes even bigger, looking at the hand nearing you as your brain processed his words.
Jeon Jungkook, your.. master?
A crease appeared on your forehead, and out of habit you tilted your head slightly. Is this a joke?
You look up from his hand, meeting the man's red eyes, that you could have sworn were onyx just a second ago. When you open your mouth to speak you realize that you've unintentionally held your breath, so with a meek voice you say out loud, "I don't understand. What do you mean?"
“Your mother.” He said it was obvious, “she gave you to me.”
Jungkook could tell from your confused look that you still didn’t understand. His amused grin grew wider, completely in awe at the fact that your own mother didn’t say a single thing to you about her deal with a demon throughout your entire life.
“Do you know the expression ‘To make a deal with the devil?’, Y/N?” He asks, this time taking another step, now so close he could breathe in your scent. He keeps his hand in the air, so close to your cheek that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, but he doesn’t touch you. “Your selfish mother got everything she could ever wish for, and in return, she promised me her first born.” He sighs adoringly, “and that’s you. Technically, you were never hers to begin with. ”
The fight-or-flight response is on high alert, alarm echoing inside your brain. But it's as if your body doesn't understand, for some reason you still can't move away. You can't even turn your head away from his hand. The man, Jungkook, is so close that if you'd just tip forward a bit, your nose would touch his chest. And as you unwillingly take in his perfume you realize the feeling you couldn't pinpoint earlier.
There is something about Jungkook's demeanor that feels.. predatory.
You don't know whether to cry or laugh at the words that fall out of his mouth. The logical part of your brain tells you to call a mental hospital, seen as they've clearly lost a patient. But there's also a tiny, tiny, part of you telling you to read all the signals, the way he makes you feel, and believe, how crazy it may seem, that he's telling the truth.
You ignore that part.
"Okay, mister, I don't know you. I don't know how you got here, where you're from, or how you know my name, but you have to go, yeah? I promise I'll not call the police if you just go. I've had a long night and I'd really just like to sleep."
Jungkook’s smile faded as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a look in his eye that could burn you from the inside out if he so chose to. His irises swirl in a dark red, like the fires of the underworld itself resided in him. People say one’s eyes are the mirror to your soul, and if so, the demon’s shall reflect that he is merely a piece of your own personalized hell.
“You have no say in this.” He says without a stutter, becoming less courteous of you as he takes the liberty to cup your jaw in a claw-like grasp, cold rings pressing into your skin. He tilts your face upwards to look at him, and there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. Like a sparkle of mischief. “You need to understand this as soon as possible, angel..” He pauses to lean forward, closing the short distance between your lips in a kiss. It’s possessive, quick. Within the span of a few seconds, he withdraws to meet your eyes again.
It happens too fast for you to fully grasp it. His eyes meeting yours, feeling as if they could rip your soul from you in a heartbeat, his hands on you, holding you so hard it's difficult to breathe, and then.. His lips feel warm against yours. In the matter of seconds that your lips touch, it feels as if he molds you to fit perfectly to his own.
Shock. And then, realization. This man took your first kiss. He stole it.
The very few boyfriends you've had in your life flashing before your eyes. The boyfriends that had all mysteriously disappeared before you'd had the chance to give them even a peck on the cheek..
Some of the fear you've felt turns into anger, enough to make your body move. Finally free from the paralyzation and with adrenaline pumping in your veins you scream.
"No!" and put your hands on his chest to try and push him away from you, "Why?! You can't do that! Stay away from me!". Realizing you wouldn't be able to move him even an inch, you instead raise your hand to slap him across the face.
However, before you’re even able to attempt to hit him, your wrist is squeezed tight in his large grasp. His patience is running low, not used to the rejecting behavior. On the other hand, he would be lying if he said he didn’t find it interesting– maybe even exciting that you’re not immediately compliant with him. Part of him found thrill in the mere thought of the possibilities, and slowly corrupted you to become his perfect pet.
“Cute. I suppose it doesn’t matter what I say.” Jungkook sighs, his expression softening slightly. It contrasts the iron-hold he’s got on your wrist, and the way he uses his larger frame to step forward, forcing you to walk backwards towards the living room couch. “I came here to claim what’s mine, not to chit chat, after all.”
You gasp from the pain of his hand crushing your wrist, and the small wave of strength that had temporarily hit you disappears in a heartbeat. Left is only fear for the man, the...demon?, in front of you.
He's too strong for you and you have no one to call to for help. This can't be happening. It's a dream, this must be a dream.
But you don't wake up.
Instead you feel the armrest of your sofa against the back of your legs.
He came here to.. claim?
Full-blown panic and tears are now visible in your eyes, "Please. Please don't. I'll give you anything you want, just leave me alone, please." With your free hand you again try your hardest to push the smirking red-eyed demon away.
The demon says nothing in response to your pleading attempts for mercy– to tempt him with the promise of anything he wants to just stop. But there’s nothing that you could ever offer him that he doesn’t have. There’s nothing else that he truly desires more than what he’s got in front of him at this very moment already.
Tears glaze over your wide, panicked eyes– and he couldn’t resist the urge to stare right into them with awe. It’s an expression he’s seen countless times, but when it is you… it stirs the demon’s excitement like nothing else, an urge and curiosity for just how long it will take for you to give up your sobbing pleas.
“Are you scared of me, Y/N?” Jungkook asks with a wolfish smirk on his lips, knowing the answer too well. His grasp around your wrist remains strong, already seeing possessive marks blooming on your skin in the form of his fingers, with small indents from his rings. His free hand itches to touch you more, so he wastes no more time in indulging– starting to smooth his warm palm up your thigh, “You don’t think I’m pretty?”
You're not scared. You're fucking terrified.
"Wh-what?" you stutter. Not sure if you've heard him correctly. In this situation.. He wonders if you think he's attractive? Ignoring the question, your legs begin to tremble as his palm burns your thigh.
His eyes on you are too intense, the red in them like fire. Your tears are still falling, like big rain drops, and you lower your gaze.
"Please, Jungkook." you beg again, unaware of the fact that the sound of his name from your lips just stir up the demon even more.
“Say it again,” Jungkook’s tongue snakes past his lips to dampen them with saliva, sincerely enamored by your state. Frightened, yet he can tell you resist less– hoping your words would be enough to reason with a demon. Pure, and foolish of you.
He leans in close, face hovering above yours. With a stare so intense he’s sure you could feel it, he searches for your averting gaze. He looks down for a split second, seeing that you’re looking at where his hand slowly touches up your thigh. With a raised brow, he keeps roaming his palm up your body, underneath the hem of your shirt to directly feel the soft skin of your stomach. His nails graze against your ribs, searching for a reaction. “Keep saying my name like that… I might reconsider.” He lies. How could you possibly think a creature from hell would ever have something to even resemble a conscience.
The panic makes it difficult for you to breathe, only small sips of air pass your lips at a time, and it only gets worse as his hand wanders across your body, the trail so hot that you wonder if it'll leave a burn mark.
And it really is foolish of you to believe him, but what else can you do? And you're just a naïve human after all, so despite everything, a flicker of hope appears inside you. Maybe.. maybe he'll stop.
So trying to control the shakiness in your voice as best as you can, with pure and innocent eyes, you meet his burning eyes once again, "Jungkook. Whatever you want, just let me go. Please. Please, Jungkook." With your free hand, although everything in you screams not to, you carefully reach to lightly touch his cheek. Stupidly hoping that the gentle act will make the demon change his mind.
For the first time, you touched him. Albeit unwillingly, for the purpose of mercy, it didn’t matter to him– it stirred him just the same to feel your trembling hand against his cheek.
“Hmm…” Jungkook leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he pretends to reconsider. However, it doesn’t take long before he slowly opens his eyes again, the amber glow in his irises burning with mischief. It’s barely noticeable, but a smile twitches on his lips when he looks you dead in the eye and whispers, “No.”
Without another word said, he repositions his hands on your waist, spinning you around so that his chest presses against your back, holding you close. His warm breath fans your cheek when he leans forward, instead moving down to play with the hem of your pants.
The small glimpse of hope gets crushed down in an instant.
His breath against your cheek and the closeness of his body gives you goosebumps. The trembling of your body is uncontrollable. If you doubted his intentions before, they were clear as day to you now. You had never been near a man like this before. Never touched the way he touched you. Actually, never touched at all.
How did you even end up here?
With a weak voice and glossy eyes, you whisper, "Did you tell the truth?.. Are you a demon?" a shaky inhale, "Did.. did my mother sell me to you?"
“Mmhm.. It was an easy decision for her, too.” He confirms, and you could definitely hear the amused tone in his voice. He swiftly peels your pants down while speaking, thrilled by your trembling thighs beneath his touch.
“She didn’t blink twice before saving herself over you. And she got everything she could ever wish for. But, then again, so did I..” Jungkook looks down, using a stern palm to press against your back, forcing you to bend forward and jut your ass out for his viewing pleasures, “My own little pet. It’s hard to get deals like these, not many will sacrifice their own offspring for vanity.” He mutters, eyebrows drawn together as if he couldn’t believe it himself. Humans are greedy, yes, but never has he met a person that was as selfish as your own mother. However, he’s sure he would take better care of you than she’s ever done— he’s confident that you’ll learn where you really belonged all this time, and that it’ll make you realize that nothing will be as fulfilling as being his.
Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard for you to believe. You'd never felt like her daughter, other than in theory. You knew her fame was the only thing that meant anything to her. But still.. that she'd sold you off like that.. to a demon. It made your heart sink like a stone.
Though those thoughts were quickly replaced by others.
The embarrassment from the position he'd put you in, and the fact that you were almost half naked in front of a man, made your cheeks glow red. You just wanted to sink through the ground and disappear.
How could you get away from a demon? A demon that had bought you, no less.
You can't, is the answer.
As if the minutes you'd spent in the demon's company had taught you nothing (really, how could you ever be so naïve?), with head held low over the armrest and with a trembling voice, you whispered, "If I..." it was as if you had to force the next words out of your mouth, "...if I do this for you... will you then leave me alone?"
While you spoke, Jungkook had already been playing with the fabrics of your panties, tugging them down to make a point when you’ve finished your question.
You still didn’t get it. You were still in denial. However, you slowly accept small facts, such as wrapping your head around the fact that you were created to become a demon’s possession, and nothing else. So he knew, with time, you’d accept him as well.
“What do you think?” The demonic undertones of his vocal cords kick in, becoming a mixture of his own soothing, alluring voice, laced with the deep baritone that boomed in his chest. She’s trying to negotiate with a demon, he muses with a smile. You’re still so innocent and holding on to hope, even as you’re bent over the couch’s arm rest. He uses one hand to squeeze the flesh of your ass between his lithe fingers to earn a reaction.
Humiliated didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. That combined with your still growing fear, made you feel sick and dizzy.
His deep voice made your heart beat even more erratically, and you wondered for a split second if he could hear it.
You flinched away from his hot touch, and dropped down on your knees. Your trembling form makes it impossible to stand. As quickly as you could on shaky legs, you turned around and pushed your shirt over your knees to try and cover yourself up.
Looking up at the demon's powerful frame hovering above you, with his ruby eyes watching you even more glowing than before, made you feel smaller than ever.
With panic truly sipping into your voice now, you nearly screamed, "I just don't understand. What more could you possibly want?!" eyes still begging, "If I promise to do as you say this once, won't that be enough?"
Tilting his head down to look at you, his raven curls fall forward to frame his face. His eyes glow with amusement, slightly squinted as he gives you a toothy grin.
“You will understand with time.. Which we’ve got plenty of.” Jungkook steps forward, caging your sitting form with his spread legs, your back cornered by the couch. He doesn’t rip his gaze from you for even a split second, maintaining eye contact. Slowly, his hand reaches down, softly dragging the pad of his fingers down your cheek, “It is not just your body that I claim,” he clarifies, running his fingers through your hair, “But your soul. It belongs to me,” he tightly closes his fist around a strand of your hair, but he doesn’t pull, “You’re bound to me for eternity, Y/N.”
"An eternity?" You mumble.
You were bound to this demon.. for an eternity? The vastness of the word is incomprehensible for a 21-year old that had barely started living.
You breathed more slowly as you observed him observing you. The look in his eyes shifted between how a lion looks at lamb, how a man looks at a prized possession, but mostly his eyes were dark with lust. His lust.. for you? You had never been wanted before. By anyone.
Your face burned bright red with embarrassment as you realized how close you were to his crotch. And although you tried to look anywhere but there, the tightness of his pants, how it hugged certain parts, was difficult to miss.
His grip on your hair tightened.
“Precisely.” The demon blinks slowly, his gaze following yours to where his hardened length strains the fabrics of his pants. With a smirk on his face, he breathes out a chuckle through his nostrils.
“But now is not a time for discussion, little angel,” Jungkook tugs at your hair, using his free hand to tap at the metal buckle of his belt, “If you’re going to look, do it properly,” He speaks with a commanding tone, “Undo my belt.”
You were weak and helpless under his muscular body. Your try to negotiate and beg hadn't worked, and there was no way for you to escape him.
Despite this, there was something in you that refused to just surrender. Although fear still made your body tremble, you looked the demon in the eyes, and with a raised brow asked, "And what if I won't?". Clearly never heard the expression: don't poke the bear.
“Hm…” Jungkook seems displeased with your answer, and it’s clearly displayed in the way his jaw clenched tightly, brows tightly knit together. His stare is intense, and if he could devour you with a single look, you’d be dead meat already.
“I’d like to think I’ve been quite patient with you,” He no longer smiles, instead his words come out as stern as his jaw is tense. Bringing your face close, he keeps you in a tight hold by your hair, while using his other hand to undo the belt on his own. Rustling is heard, the teeth of his zipper almost deafening in the quiet apartment when he slowly pulls it down. He slips the belt through every loop, taking it off completely to throw it on the couch, the metal part hitting the floor as it hangs loosely off the edge, “I’ll admit, I admire your resilience.”
The demon looks at you when he wiggles his hips slowly, pulling down his pants to his upper thighs, just enough to display more of himself. His length strains against his underwear, leaving much less to the imagination through the thin fabrics. He palms it, giving you a nice display of the outline as he lets a sigh push past his lips when he gives it a squeeze, “But in the end, the only choice you’ve got is whether you want this to be a punishment or a reward.”
A small scream escapes your lips as the demon tugs on your hair harshly. You instinctively raise your hands to hold the chunk of hair, to ease the pain on your scalp. As a consequence, your shirt, earlier held down by your hands, slides over your knees, making your thighs visible to the demon again.
Your defiance crumbles a bit at the sternness of his words. Your, usually, submissive nature crying out for you to just obey, to not make it worse for yourself. But still you don't just want to give up. You have hopes and dreams, things you want to do and see. Should you just give that up because a demon shows up and demands that you're bound to be with him for eternity?
Albeit foolishly, you think that if you just do as he wants for now, there might be a chance for you to escape him later.
If looks could kill huh? Well two can play that game. You meet his stare (also to try and ignore observing the actions of the hand that's not holding your hair and what that little sigh of his unwillingly does to your body) equally intense, and through gritted teeth hiss, "Fine... master."
“Better.” The demon praises. Although you’re still giving him an attitude, he’s more so pleased with the fact that you’re complying– whether it’s fake or not.
“Since you like using that bratty mouth of yours so much, how about we make it useful.” He says, tongue swiping across his upper lip at the mere anticipation. He slips his hand beneath the hem of his underwear, tugging the fabrics down to expose himself to you. He wraps his lithe fingers around his rigid length, feeling it twitch in his hold.
“Look how hard you made me, and you haven’t even touched it yet..” He sighs, searching for your averting eyes. When he notices that you don’t immediately look, he brings your face closer, giving you no other option than to look or to shut your eyes, “I said look at me.”
And you do. You do watch him, unwillingly or willingly, you're not even sure anymore. He's dragged you so close that you're bended forward in between his legs, literally face-to-face with his crotch. With cheeks still tinted, you observe his long and slim fingers, how the veins in his arm bulge as he moves his hand. And you feel his pleased smirk on you from above, as your eyes finally focus on his length. You have nothing to compare to, but you're sure that he has to be big. So painfully hard. And you.. made him like that?
You don't understand the effect the demon has on you. You shouldn't feel like this, don't want to.
Even though you still fear the demon, you know that it's not only that that's making your heart race now, making you feel so incredibly warm. Without intending to do so you let out a soft whimper. The sound having an immediate reaction on the demon.
The hand intertwined with your hair trembles the second you make such a sound. That’s when he knew that his patience was all worth it. Years and years of waiting for this moment, and it’s all about to pay off.
“Such pretty sounds.” The demon praises you again. He finally lets go of your hair, trailing the pads of his fingers down your face until he reaches your lips. He grabs your jaw, digging his nails into your cheeks to force your mouth open, “Bet you’d sound even prettier with me inside.”
Jungkook smooths the dripping head of his cock against your lips, not putting it any deeper yet, “Stick your tongue out for me.”
You'd never admit it, but hearing just that small amount of praise is enough to make you crumble. It spurs you on. You want to be praised. You want him to praise you.
As if your body isn't yours anymore, like your mind has finally surrendered to him and left him in complete control, you instantly do as he commands. The smell of him is musky, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. The precum continues to smear your upper lip.
Although you'd forgotten it for a moment, this is all completely new to you, and so you have no idea of what it is you should do.
You raise your head to meet Jungkook's eyes again. The intensity almost makes you want to take cover. If they burned before, they are deep molten lava now.
Jungkook’s pupils expand when he sees your growing submission, the black almost covering the entirety of his eyes, the thin irises of red burning with intrigue.
“See? Isn’t it much more pleasant when you comply..” He playfully coats your upper lip with his precum, then proceeds to rub it against your tongue. He exhales a soft sigh. He’d longed for this.
“Relax now.” He lets your jaw go, stroking the back of his hand down your cheek softly. It’s affectionate, a contrast to what he’s about to do. Without much of a warning, he snakes his large palm behind your head, pushing you forward to take his cock into your mouth. He doesn’t stop when your throat constricts, instead, he just chuckles breathily, and pushes you deeper until he can feel the back of your throat press against his tip.
You're not prepared. Suddenly all you see, hear and feel is him. He is inside you. You can feel every bulge, every vein. And it hurts.
To relax does not feel possible. Without much thought you grab his thighs to try and push your head away, to escape the pain, but the demon's hand is firm, keeping you in place.
You gag and try to swallow, but he's so big, taking up every bit of space in your mouth, that even that feels impossible.
Tears and spit are streaming down your face, muffled cries leave your lips. But he doesn't bulge.
You can't breathe. Your nails sink deeper into his thighs. Your eyes begging him to stop.
“Tsk,” The demon shakes his head, and holds your head firmly in place for a solid few more seconds– but what felt like much longer for you, until he finally withdrew to let you breathe. Thick strings of saliva still connected your lips to his cock. The cool air on his wet skin had him immediately missing the warmth of your throat, “Crying already? Are you overwhelmed?”
Jungkook waits for an answer this time, wanting to hear the strain in your voice as you speak. But in the meantime, he takes a step back to get a good look at you. His eyes rake down your body like he can see through your flesh and straight to your soul. A smirk appears on his face, crooking a brow.
“Well? You promised to do this for me. Shall we move on?” He motions with his hand for you to stand up.
You drink down air as soon as his cock leaves your mouth. The taste of him is still very much evident. It feels as if you have bruises down your throat.
You can sense his pleased eyes on you and with a hoarse voice you hiss "Overwhelmed? It hurts! You're enjoying this? You enjoy hurting me?", the effort of talking makes you cough.
Despite your harsh words, his satisfaction in you clearly has a big impact on your body, arousal growing, dripping down your legs. But why do you feel like this? Could the immediate control he has over your mind and body be.. because you're bound to him? That you quite literally, were born to be his?
You shake your head at his command, but as if on your own accord, you feel your legs stand anyway.
“Good girl.” The demon watches you get up on unsteady legs, unsubtle in the way his gaze immediately searches for the glistening trail dripping down your exposed thigh, “You’re right, I do enjoy this… And it looks like you do as well.”
Jungkook slowly circles around you as he seems to observe you yet again, the sound of the heel of his shoe loud with every step that oozes with power. He owns this room, his mere presence dominating the surface he walks on– the air the two of you shared.
“Look at you,” He finds your eyes again, stepping closer until his breath is all you could taste. His hand snakes down your hip, to the front of your stomach, brushing his thumb over your gut, “I can taste your arousal on my tongue, and I’ve only used your mouth so far…” His smooth tongue pokes out, dragging it slowly up your cheek in a possessive manner until he reaches your ear, whispering into the shell of it, “Do you want me to taste it? I’ll allow you to choose this once.”
You make a sharp intake and almost fall on your knees again as his wet muscle meets your cheek, goosebumps covering your arms. The primal way of marking you stirs you up even more.
You can see in his eyes how much he wants you, craves you. It's not something you're used to, rather the opposite, but oh, you do enjoy to feel wanted.
His hand on your stomach is teasing you.  You need more, further down. You rub your plump thighs against each other as you feel your core pulsating. Desperately needing some sort of release. But you can't do it on your own. You need him.
With a quickening breath, tasting him in every intake, you mewl, "Please.", not even entirely sure of what you're begging for, but unable to form any other words.
Seeing you in such a subservient state, so quickly, made the handsome demon smile approvingly. He expected more resistance, but he was happy that you seemed to accept him gradually. May it be the heat of the moment, but he’s convinced that after he’s claimed you fully, you won’t be able to fathom being separated from each other.
“You know.. I couldn’t possibly deny you when begging so sweetly.” Jungkook says as he guides your body to take a seat on the couch, then drops to his knees on the floor with a thud, “Show me..” he coaxes you to spread your legs, practically already doing it for you by grabbing your knees and parting them, “Look at you, how badly you must desire relief already..”
Since your underwear is long gone the demon has a free view of your glistening pussy.
The reddish hue on your cheeks intensifies when you feel his eyes focus on your intimate parts. You want to hide, embarrassed of the way your wetness stains the sofa, of how he is the one that makes you feel this way. But at the same time you get impatient.
The image of the demon on his knees in front of you just makes you even more desperate. The emotions overtaking you are completely new to you. All you know is that you need him to do something.
"Yes. Please." You answer him with a groan, squirming under his strong hold. "It's so sticky. So hot. I can't.. I need... please, master."
The corner of Jungkook’s lip twitches into a faint grin. Your choice of words stirred his gut pleasantly, fanning the fire of his own arousal.
“You’re becoming unbelievably sweet.” He inches closer until his lips barely graze your clit. He inhales deeply, humming happily while his eyes look up through raven lashes, doe and almost innocent– playful, as if he wasn’t between your legs, “Think you taste just as sweet as your words.”
Without wasting more time, his long, flattened tongue snakes out past his parted lips. He drags it upwards, from your hole to your clit. Instead of waiting for your reactions– or to ask if you liked it, he continued to repeat the action, allowing himself to indulge without holding back.
You adapt to the feeling of Jungkook's tongue against your cunt quickly, losing yourself to the pleasure provided by the skillful demon.
Your hands find his raven locks, tugging them harshly, to push him away or get him closer you don't even know.
Your long and sharp nails dig into his scalp, but it looks like the demon barely notices it. Rather, it seems to spur him on further. His tongue assaulting your clit harsher, the sounds of him sucking and slurping ringing in your ears. The coil in your stomach intensifies, and you squish him in between your thighs, a loud scream leaving your lips at the desperation for relief, no thoughts in your head but that, to cum. And you are so, so close.
"Please please please." You repeatedly whimper.
And your prayers get answered (or maybe not since it is a demon you have in between your legs). You watch him, the powerful, beautiful, demon on his knees before you, worshipping your cunt, and ecstasy fills you. Making you cum hard on the demon's sinful tongue.
“Mmf…” The demon hums, lapping up your sticky arousal, not giving you the chance to come down from your orgasm until he stops. He enjoyed the way your body began to twitch and squirm from oversensitivity, holding on to your thighs to not let you move away from him until he gave his say so.
“If I was mortal I would’ve been suffocated with the way you squeezed me between your legs,” Jungkook smirks as he places one last kiss on your swollen clit, just to earn another whine. He looks up at you through dark lashes, eyes filled with nothing but a black void that wants to swallow you whole, “My, where are your manners?”
The way the demon says it is mocking, with a smile on his lips– lips that are glossed over with a layer of your orgasm, drooling down his chin. His dexterous tongue snakes out to swipe it away and savor the taste, then wipes off his excess saliva with the back of his hand.
“We shall continue, angel.” His toothy grin grows as he reaches for your waist, dragging your body down into his embrace. He swiftly turns to rest his back against the front of the couch, your legs spread apart to straddle his thighs. He looks up at you again, lips pressing together in a coy pout, “Do you know what I want you to do now?” His question works simultaneously with the way his gaze lowers to where his cock lays, lazily tucked into his underwear and opened pants. There’s a dark, sticky stain where the outline of his tip is, impatient and dripping with his own need. He looks back up at you, and it’s as if his normally razor sharp gaze seemed doe in comparison, pleading with you to take it out. However, the way his fingers dug into your waist in a claw-like manner reminds you that there are no other options than the ones he provides.
Your face is flushed, heart beating erratically, still very much affected by the orgasm provided by the demon. Where are your manners? You, still only a naïve human, play the teasing demon right into his hands, mewling “I’m sorry.”, as the realization that you’d just used a demon to get off hits you.
But yes, you know precisely what he wants from you, and you also know that you have no choice but to comply. Meeting his gaze with doe eyes of your own, you whisper shyly “I… I have never, uhm, done this, before…” Unaware that the demon already knows, having personally taken care of the occasional suitors that have looked your way…
Still, you move your hand to timidly touch the wet patch on his underwear, then lifting your fingers to your lips, tasting his need on your tongue. The action immediately earns you a groan from the demon, making you feel more confident. You trace the outline of his cock gently from the base to the tip before you carefully drag down his underwear and release him. The demon’s painfully hard cock standing tall against his stomach.
"…Will you be gentle?" you ask quietly. Although you most certainly already know the answer to that.
“Gentle…” The demon snickers at your question, shaking his head. He grasps your chin, drawing you in to kiss you deep and quick. His long tongue swirls around yours, then withdraws as a messy string of saliva follows his lips.
“I have been awfully gentle with you already, you know?” He continues to speak while using the saliva he’d stolen from your mouth with his tongue, spitting it into his hand, then brings the slickness of his palm down to coat the dripping head of his length, mixing it with his precum.
“You must know how meaningful that is,” Jungkook grasps his length tight in his fist, stroking it a few times while looking at you— through you, motioning with his free hand for you to scoot closer, “Sit on me, then. Show me your pace, use my cock.”
The demon's actions were lewd, but to your own surprise you found yourself liking it. How he moved with such certainty, such power. How he held, and kissed you -like he owned you.
Buttons of the shirt Jungkook was wearing had gradually opened up more and more. His muscular and broad chest was visible to you. You saw black ink cover his body. The art, and himself, is beautiful. His whole self was really the embodiment of sin, and you found yourself lusting for him more and more. Your core is stirring once again.
"Will you give up your power to me then?" You say, timidly innocent -albeit teasingly, head slightly tilted. Putting your hands on his thighs to help move you forward a bit, but not enough. Maybe forgetting the fear you felt for the demon earlier a tad bit too fast. So affected by the lustful haze the demon has put you in.
Or maybe, you realize slowly, you've just never wanted it gentle. You so desperately want to be desired, craved, loved. Maybe as a demon's pet you will be.
The demon grins, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The closer the two of you become, the stronger the bond grows. He can tell that your desires grow stronger than your logic– giving in to allow him to claim you.
“You’re asking too many questions,” He says as he grabs your hip, displaying only an ounce of his strength by the way he easily lifts you closer in his lap. He doesn’t let his stare waver from your face while he guides the bulbous head of his cock where it belongs, “You had your chance to do it your way, but you chose to be a brat. Perhaps.. you like it better this way?”
Jungkook isn’t blind. He can feel the heat inside of you just from letting his tip tastefully graze your slick entrance.
“Once we’re truly one, you’ll never be the same.” His voice is raspy with desire. He has little patience left, and so his hand on your hip begins to drag you down, slowly having you take his rigid length inch by inch. He gasps quietly, feeling just how tight and warm it is makes him smile through his heavy breaths. You’re pure-- now to be claimed and corrupted by a filthy demon’s cock, parting your flesh to make space for him and him only.
A weak whimper escapes your lips. You move your hand to his, trying to halt his actions, but to no avail. Jungkook continues, filling you up, nudging your cervix. Never have you felt full like this. Even though you're so aroused that you're dripping on the demon's thighs, you're also untouched. Your walls are stretching for the very first time, and it hurts. Tears threatening to fall once again.
You take short intakes of air, your chest moving up and down rapidly, as you try to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. Of how he molds your insides to fit only him.
His dark orbs meet yours and you can see your own lust-overtaken eyes reflect in them. And you realize that the pain can bring pleasure too.
"M-more." You plead with a strained groan.
The demon's words are true. You are changing. He is changing you.
“More.” Jungkook repeats with a grin, as if teasing you for your contradictions. Your expression distorted into pain, your body trembled in discomfort– and yet, you pleaded for more of him. A demon.
“Do you feel it?” He asks, hot breath gently fanning your face as he speaks. He lifts your hips again, dragging his teeth against his bottom lip from the friction of your snug insides being taken from him, only to plunge you back down on his cock. He doesn’t wait for much of a response from you before picking up a rhythm, repeating the action of bouncing your, to him, weightless body, “How hard I am because of you?”
Fucking a demon must be the highest of sin, but right at this moment, you don't even care. You cannot think straight. Only feel his burning body against yours. And the strangest thing of all is how much you like it. How you feel such belonging in his arms, like it's where you should be.
The pain is still there, but you embrace it, welcome it. You put your hands around his neck and cross your legs behind him. Your thighs are squishing his sides, grabbing on tightly, as he continues to hold up your body and thrust into you faster. Surely leaving marks from how hard his grip on you is.
You groan again at his words. "Yes. Feel it. Hurts, ugh, so good." Incoherent words and whimpers continue to leave your lips.
The demon currently has you wrapped around his finger, but maybe you have a hold of him as well. Like he says, he's clearly also very much affected by you. And you can't help but wonder if it's something more than just a deal made with your mother.
It's a struggle, but between heavy breaths you manage to voice your thoughts, "Why, ahh.. why me?"
“Why? It’s always been you, Y/N..” Jungkook answers mindlessly, too caught up in the heat that embraces his cock every time he lets your body descend on top of him. His eyes flutter shut, a deep sigh slipping past his parted lips. It’s as if he’s in heaven— or at least, as close as he could get to what he thinks resembles it.
“We’re made for each other– you were made to be mine.” He opens his eyes to look up at you, with his wide, amber gaze. They seem to soften at the sight, finally, as he realizes that you’ve accepted him fully… almost.
It's always been you? You don’t quite grasp the deeper meaning behind the words, as the lust clouds your thoughts. You only feel a pleasant stir in your stomach at his possessive claims. “Mmh, yes, Jungkook, made just for you.” You moan, agreeing without a second thought. Your confirmation has immediate effect. Jungkook shifts his angle, making him press your spot harder. Eyes looking down, you watch fascinatingly at how the demon's cock disappears inside of you, at how you both become one. You're soaking his length, dripping down on both his and your legs. The sounds emanating every time he moves inside you are obscene and filthy. You feel as though the very thin line between pain and pleasure is completely dissolving. Leaving instead a oh so addicting mixture of them both, making you crave more, and more. Your walls clamp down on him even harder. A loud moan sounding from you at the intoxicating pleasure he provides, as you near your second orgasm of the night. "I need it. Need you. Fill me up, master, please." You whimper as your eyes travel upwards again, observing the way his muscles flex, of how he's holding you so tight. You meet his gaze, his eyes solely and utterly focused on you, as if no one else exists.
For the first time, Jungkook is the one who follows a command. One that slipped past your lips so sweetly he’s unable to reject the power you hold over him as well. “T-then make me cum…” he huffs between labored breaths and low moans. He snaps his hips upwards, harder, fucking his thick cock into you without restriction. It’s impossibly hard, swollen and ready to burst at any given moment. “Give me some more noise,” The demon pleads and commands at once, his strong hands squeezing the flesh of your ass between his fingers, easily moving your body like a rag doll to fuck down on his length. The wet sounds drive him mad— a clear proof that you’re enjoying it just as much as he does, if not more. “I’ll c-cum, fill you up so well… claim you fully, finally— uff..”
Every thrust of his gets you closer. Eyes rolling back at the sheer power the demon presents as he handles your body as he pleases. You listen to his demands, letting your sobs of pure bliss echo even louder. “A-aah, so so close, please, ugh, give me everything. M-master, please cum” The utter desperation in your voice would’ve made you embarrassed, if you weren’t so gone in painful pleasure. Truly losing yourself on a demon’s cock. One more hard push against your spot is all it takes for you to crash down around him. Head thrown back, toes curling, walls convulsing, trying to milk him dry, as white euphoria spreads throughout your body.
One last punishing thrust is all it takes before he stills your body on top of his own, cock buried as deep as physically possible. The moment he felt his length he tightly squeezed by the soft warmth of your insides, he loses his composure.
 “Fuckin’ hell…” he spits curses as he comes, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tight. He buries his face in your soft chest, muffling his deep moans, body trembling with every constricting pulse of your cunt. The demon doesn’t move the entire time, stuck in his frozen state of letting it all out— thick, hot gushes of cum filling you up with every throb that stirs inside of you. It isn’t until now that he truly feels that you belong to him once again, this time it is absolute. He sighs, pleased with what he’s accomplished. He places gentle kisses on your chest as a reward, still holding you in his arms to offer leverage when he feels your body relax more and more as you come back down from your orgasm.
“Y/N..” He looks up at you, craning his neck to hover closer to your lips with his own, “kiss me.” A kiss with a demon to seal your promise. It’s merely a courtesy, an old tradition— not to mention, he’s claimed you fully with his own seed. But Jungkook is old fashioned at heart, and craves to feel the dedication through such a simple act that could feel more intimate than anything he’s done to her tonight.
The way Jungkook holds you, with an unexpected preciousness, and the tenderness of his kisses, leaves you feeling content and warm. You can’t quite understand it, but it’s as if something has finally fallen into place. The odd sense of belonging and familiarity you've felt during the night growing. Though you’re currently too tired to dwell on it further. Even in the claws of a demon, and despite how you succumbed to pleasure and thereby truly gave up your mind and body to him, there is still a softness, holiness, inside you, buried in your soul. So, you release your strong grip around his neck and slowly, carefully, raise your hands to trace the features of his face. You travel from his nose, to his cheeks and chin, before finally letting your fingers follow the form of his red lips. You wish so deeply for him to praise you, so with lips nearly touching his, you mumble, “Did.. did I do good?”, before you finally move forward. Gently letting your lips meet the demon’s.
“Mmm.” He hums into the kiss, letting his lips linger on yours for a moment before pulling back. He moves a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Beyond my expectations.” He lets his fingers comb through your hair slowly, then looks sighs pleasantly. “Are you in any pain?” He asks, suddenly a bit worried about your well being, “it was your first time.”
You look at where you both are still connected. His length acting like a plug, keeping his semen deep inside you, your lower belly slightly swollen at the amount. The feeling is unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. You'd most certainly feel the effects of your rough first time tomorrow, but right now you're just in a dazed bliss. Fulfilled, at Jungkook's approval of you. So you shake your head slightly. Burying your face in his neck, you mumble "No.. but.." A yawn. "Sleepy..". Eyes closing as the fatigue takes over.
The demon freezes for a moment, feeling your body relax against his. It’s different than subduing you to simply fuck— he wasn’t prepared for the… incredibly gentle and timid way you seemed to trust him. He’d lie if he said he didn’t feel something stir in his chest. The urge to protect grew even more, you seemed so small and fragile.
“I’ll…” he looks around your apartment. It seemed too tedious to move you to his home, and dragging you down to hell is in no rush as of yet.. believe it or not, he might be a demon, but he’s not about to strip you from, what he’s heard, is the best years of a young humans life. Besides, he doesn’t mind the human world. He’s been around for your entire life, so what’s some more. “I’ll put you in bed..” he mutters as he stands up slowly, easily carrying you in his arms. His cock slips out, a quiet sigh once again leaving his lips. He feels his cum seep out of you and against his legs, and he grimaced slightly at the feeling. It’s scorching hot. “Maybe a wash first.”
You nuzzle further into his arms as he carries you to your bathroom. His strong and large frame taking up almost all the room in the cramped space. You knew it was strange, how you gave up yourself to him so easily, and how you now so desperately craved his touch and attention. But you can’t help it. You’ve been lonely for so long. He slowly releases you to stand, still a tight grip on your arms to keep you from falling on your wobbly legs. You fear he’s going to leave you there, and instantly you look up a bit more awake, “Don’t.. don’t go.” You quietly whimper.
Jungkook’s amber eyes widen as he looks back down at you. His heart— or whatever is in there replicating it, seems to malfunction and skip a beat for a short second. Then it tightens in his chest—painfully.
“I won’t go. Never again.” He says back, just as quiet. He hugs you close, using a free hand to turn on the shower head to wash you down. Now he’s got you, he will definitely never let you slip away again.
You nod a bit absentmindedly, feeling comforted by his words, but still too tired to question exactly what he means - Never again. With struggle, you try your best to stay awake as he cleans you. His hands now so gently touching your body. Eyes looking at you with something close to devotion. The thought would have seemed impossible only hours ago, but.. you feel… safe. When he turns off the water, deeming you clean enough, you lift your hands to lay around his neck again, wanting to stay as close as possible. You timidly place a small kiss on his chest, before you softly murmur “Mm’ so tired.. Is it okay if I, hmm, sleep now?”
“Yes, angel… sleep.” Jungkook wraps you in a towel before he carries you again, guiding himself to find your bedroom. It’s not much, compared to his own house— but it’s sweet. He gently puts you down on the bed, taking the towel off again before he places the blanket over your body to keep you from catching a cold. The demon takes a seat at the edge of the bed, looking at you. He says nothing, but he somehow ends up admiring the soft features of your tired form. When he thinks you’re asleep, he carefully stands up to curiously roam your bedroom, looking at simple things such as the little books on your shelf.
Bright sunlight is coaxing you awake. You slowly open your eyes, lifting your hands to try and rub the sleep from them before you can focus on the sight in front of you. On the edge of your bed there is a man. The man. The demon. Jungkook. Your breath hitches as memories return to you. Blood rising to your cheeks as you remember exactly what happened last night. How you pleaded for pleasure, how he touched you and how you touched him. How you begged him not to go. For a second you're overcome with the urge to hide underneath your blanket, though you realize that won't help much. But you still pull it closer, trying to cover your naked body as much as possible, although he's already seen it. He's seen more of you than anyone. That the memories are indeed real is obvious in the soreness throughout your body. You feel tender bruises cover your body, your limbs weak, but most apparent, is the pain in your lower abdomen. It really happened. Now that your mind isn't clouded by lust, you feel shy and uncertain again. You don't know what to say or do. And his intense eyes on you doesn't make it easier. With a meek voice you say the first thing that comes to mind, "Uhm, good morning.."
"Good morning, angel." The demon sat idly next to you, as if he hadn't moved for hours. And he hadn't, since he doesn't need to sleep, he merely observed you for the entirety of the night. "Don't be shy with me," he smiles, reaching out to brush away stray hairs that covered your face, "I've seen it all. Besides, you're mine now. He blinks slowly when he hears your stomach grumble, tilting his head slightly as his eyes glance at the clock on your wall. "It's still early... Let me get you something to eat."
The casual possessiveness stir your emotions once again. His actions felt so certain, so confident. You feel yourself lean into his touch, a pleasant shiver down your spine at the warmness of his skin. This feeling. Yesterday you’d ignored it, but you knew you couldn’t any longer. There is more to it than that deal with your mother, you’re sure of it. Because how could a person you’ve never met before, feel so familiar? So... right? You needed to know. But as your stomach growls again you nod at his suggestion. And despite what he said, you can’t help but reach for your nightgown, thrown on a stool beside the bed, and put it on quickly. You let your feet touch the floor to stand, but you’re too swift, too weak still, which makes you quickly lose your balance.
Jungkook quickly gets up on his feet to catch you in his arms, and tsk's quietly. "Suppose I did not put enough consideration into your fragile body last night. Not as sturdy as my own." he sounds amused though, yet he doesn't let you go as he ensures your balance with the strength of his own body. "Are there any nearby food places? Or do you have anything I could cook up." He might be a demon, but he's not clueless. Having endless amounts of time on his hands, learning about simple pleasures such as human food was one of his odd interests. Only this time, it would be his first time offering it to somebody.
You blink a few times in surprise. Was this really the same man as yesterday? The sin incarnate? So soft now, in his actions and words. You don't flinch away from his touch but let him hold you up. Fearing your legs might not hold you on your own. "You.. want to cook? ...for me?" You can't help the small giggle that escapes you at the thought of the mighty demon cooking by your cheap, slightly broken, stove. "Hm.. well I guess I have some eggs? And there should be some bread and maybe fruit too somewhere." You continue as you look up at him again.
Jungkook scrunches his nose in response, but he’s unable to hide a small close-lipped smile. “What’s so funny about that?” He holds you tight by the waist and guides you towards the kitchen to keep him company, setting you down by the kitchen table. He then looks at you for a moment, then shakes his head. “Humans are so weak.” He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, and looks inside the fridge for what he’s got to work with. Without much else to say, he grabs everything he finds fit and begins to cook, swiftly and confidently that it will be of taste for her. After all, he has a bunch of what flavors would suit her best.
"What's not funny about the big bad demon cooking for a "weak" human?" A chuckle. "Don't you have a reputation to uphold?" You ask teasingly. Although he was completely out of place in your run-down kitchen, the demon moved around with ease and confidence. The image weirdly domestic. You couldn’t even remember the last time somebody had cooked for you. You lift your legs, sitting criss crossed on the chair, as you continue to watch him work on your breakfast. He'd left his shirt off, leaving you free to roam your gaze over his muscular back and arms. Yesterday he'd asked you if you found him pretty. You bite your lip. Just “pretty” wasn’t enough. The man, demon - you remind yourself-, was simply.. “..perfect.” You sigh. A stark blush spreads across your cheeks as you realise that you unintentionally said it aloud.
“Mm? You think so?” Jungkook smirks as he looks over his shoulder at you. He definitely heard you, and it made him crook a coy brow, cocky and knowing that he is attractive— especially for you. “Here’s your ‘human fuel’, angel.” He scoffs with a smile as he brings you a large plate, stacked with various goods like omelet, some sliced fruits, and triangle cut grilled cheese sandwiches. He might’ve gone a bit overboard—- but he wouldn’t settle to give you any less. “Taste it.” He commands as he takes the seat in front of you, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He watches with curiosity.
With cheeks still tinted red, even more so by his continuous use of that pet name, you move your gaze from Jungkook to the plate in front of you. “Wow!” You gasp joyfully, your eyes wide looking at the chef-like food he’d prepared for you. “It looks amazing!”. You say as you grab a fork to taste the omelet, more than happy to oblige his wishes. A pleasant moan leaves you as you savor the dish. It was safe to say, the best eggs you’d ever had. “A demon chef.” You note, chuckling, as you continue on to taste the fruits -deciding on trying a piece of pineapple. The sweet juiciness makes you hum gleefully. Spilling a bit down your chin. You consider his words, “‘Human fuel’, does that mean you don’t eat?” You had no idea of how demon anatomy worked and you didn’t want to impolitely eat without sharing.
“I can…” Jungkook reaches out and grabs a piece of the pineapple and pops it into his mouth to prove his point. “But I don’t need to. It does nothing for me.” He does watch you with intrigue though. Although he has no need for food, just like he has no need for sleep— he can still enjoy the flavors on his tongue. “I can still taste perfectly fine, though. I like this..” he steals another piece of the fruit with a smirk, letting it rest on his tongue before chewing it. “Sweet. Like you.”
The demon was determined to never let the blush leave your face, it seemed. You smile shyly nonetheless. But the subtle reminder of last night makes you remember all the questions you have for him once again. Your eyes flicker between him and your plate, trying to find the courage to ask him.
“Uhm.. Jungkook?” You start timidly, chewing your lip. “Last night you said that my mother sold me to you but.. there’s something more right? Something you’re not telling me..? I mean, yesterday, it somehow felt like… I knew you… and now, after all that happened, I should be scared of you, shouldn’t I? But I’m not.. at least I don’t think I am.. I just don’t understand…” You sigh. “And then.. what did you mean when you said you’ll never leave me again?”
Jungkook’s eyes seem to study you for a moment, silently swiping his tongue over his lower lip to get rid of the sweet pineapple juices.
“That’s a lot of questions at once, angel..” he says, leaning back into his seat again and crossing his arms. He sighs, but he seems to give in when he notices your curiosity— subtly laced with pain of the unknown feelings between the two of you, “I made sure she made the deal with me because I wanted you specifically for a reason.” He pauses to ensure that you’re keeping up, then continues. “You and I used to be angels.” It’s a big bomb to drop at once, and he’s not sure how you’d take it. Either way, he leans forward and places his elbows on the table, leaving his hands open for you as an offer, “Father… god didn’t like that at all…” a displeased expression forms on his face from the memory, “and banished us… separated us.. and I was sent to hell. Hence why I am now a demon.. and you..”
Jungkook takes a breath as if he’s the one who has to keep his composure. “You were sent back to be reborn as a human, thinking I would never find you again.” He looks down at the table, and a small smirk tugs on his lips. “Foolish of him to underestimate me. I would go through every inch of this earth to find you. And I did. And here we are.” He looks back up at you and smiles. “I’d never leave you by my own free will. I was forced to. But now we can be together again.”
You blink a few times, trying to find your voice, to find words to say. “An.. angel?” You mumble. Well, it made sense in a way. If there are demons -and you were sure of that, you had no doubt that Jungkook was in fact a demon- there should also be angels. But that you had been one? That you had been banished, that Jungkook had been too… There was so much, too much, to take in, to grasp, but it was one detail that stuck with you. That made everything else fade in comparison. “You… waited for me? Looked for me?” You whisper. You lift your hands carefully, only hesitating for a second before you put them in his waiting ones. Your smaller hands fit so perfectly with his. As if they belonged there.
“Yes,” Jungkook nods, smiling softly when he realizes that you seem to begin to understand. He squeezes your hands gently in his, “everything I’ve done and will do is for you.” He means it. There isn’t a single stutter or sign of hesitation in his voice as he speaks directly to you, even seemingly relieved that you now know his truth, and took it awfully well in comparison to what could’ve been. No screaming, no running… things seemed to go his way. “I’ve gone through heaven and hell to reunite us.” He gets up on his feet, circling the table until he kneels on the floor next to you, still holding your hands. He looks up at you through fluttering, raven lashes, and kisses your knuckles, “I took fathers punishment for you. There is no one that would do this for you— except myself. Do you know, just how deep my desire for you goes..”
And you crave that affection and desire so deeply. It’s everything you've wanted, and never had anyone given it to you. Always alone. But maybe.. maybe not anymore. Maybe you’d just waited for him, just as he had been waiting for you. His soft warm lips against you gives you pleasant goose bumps. You release one of his hands to gently caress his cheek before moving down to trace his reddish lips, wanting to feel them against yours again. To taste him. But you need to hear him say it first. The words you’ve so desperately searched for. Even though his actions may have proven it already, you want to hear the words leave his lips. With your thumb still stroking his bottom lip, you meet his eyes. "You.. you love me then?" Perhaps your own desire for love runs just as deep as his desire for you.
“Love…” Jungkook repeats the word softly, the slight movement of his lips almost like a kiss against your thumb. His doe eyes look up at you, and for once, they weren’t that of a powerful, intimidating demon. Now, he could easily be mistaken for a regular man, with nothing but sweet affection in the way he looked at you. “I love you more than I loved god.” He says it quietly, because he’s never said it before. Not like this. He defied his own father for love. He went against god's will to have you— and that is just how deeply he knew that you were his very reason for existence. “I’ve always loved you, since your soul was created. In every form you’ve had— I loved you.” He doesn’t hesitate, but he seems to be getting carried away with what must be his feelings. He hadn’t felt this strongly— until he really started talking about it out loud to your face. His eyes widen, staring up at you with a look that becomes more and more possessive. “I have you now. So I will love you forever.”
Your heart clenches. It feels as if you're drowning and can breathe clearly for the first time, all at once. You don’t care that he's a demon. You don’t care that his words are just as much a declaration of obsession as it is of love. You ignore every bright shining red sign. He loves you. He did everything to get to you. And for you, that's everything that matters. You can't find the right words to say, don't know how to express what you're feeling. So you show it instead. With eyes glittering like stars you bend forward to let your lips meet his. Softly, as you share a breath between each other, you whisper "I'm yours."
Jungkook smiles into the kiss, cupping your small face in his hands to keep you lingering. He withdraws after a moment, looking up at you with his dark, infinitely deep eyes. “I have a question…” he says then, standing up straight. His hands settle on his hips, tilting his head like a curious puppy, “do you like it here? On earth, I mean. This life.”
You blink in surprise at the sudden question, and the sudden cuteness (in which you can’t help but inwardly coo at). “Well.. I-.. I haven’t really thought about it.. But, yes and no, I guess?” You say, a small frown appearing as you try to gather your thoughts. “My mom and I, as you might understand, didn’t have the best relationship. She.. she was never there as my classmates' parents were. Never cared about me at all. And I couldn’t figure out why. What I had done to make her feel that way. And so I spent most of my childhood sad. Sad over.. not belonging anywhere.” You sigh. “And then in my teens, I was mostly angry. Angry that she’d treated me this way. Angry that I wasn’t pretty or interesting enough for anyone to notice me. That.. nobody wanted me.”
“But-” You continue as you look up at him, a small smile on your lips. “ - during all that, I also felt hope. Hope for a better life. I waited, longed, to grow up, to move out and finally create the life I wanted. And that’s beautiful, isn’t it? That one can decide one’s own purpose? I haven’t really gotten where I want to be yet though. I’ve been working all my adult life to save up money to--…” A thought suddenly crosses your mind, and you turn your eyes from Jungkook to the clock on the wall. Your eyes widen and you quickly stand up, slightly panicked. “Oh no!” You scream. “Work! Jungkook, I’m late!”
Jungkook glances over at the clock as well, and his eyebrows raise when he looks back at you and smiles. "Want me to take you there?" he asks as he grabs your hand to help you out of the chair, "I want to go too."
A few months later.
“Oh, Jungkook, you’re too funny!” Your new, pretty, co-worker Hana laughs as she playfully puts her hand on his shoulder. You can’t hear Jungkook’s answer, other than that it makes Hana giggle even more. With a huff of annoyance you drop the dirty dishes in the sink with a crash. For the last couple of months Jungkook had stayed with you, following you everywhere you went, including the bar you worked at. Not a surprise, the deadly handsome demon always made quite the commotion. Females and males, customers and colleagues, often fought over his attention, though got disappointed every time at his lack of interest. His attention was solely on you. And you’d gotten used to it, the feel of his eyes on you at every time -especially when you talked with male customers-. Every time someone got rejected, it gave you a small wave of satisfaction, although you would never admit it aloud. But now. Now, Jungkook wasn’t only talking to Hana, who was so obviously flirting with him, he let her touch him, practically encouraging her to continue, and he’d turned away from you. He hadn’t looked at you the whole evening. You bite your lip, staring at them both as you tap your foot angrily.
“Hey, Y/N, everything alright?” Seokjin, the bartender asks. You look up at the male standing beside you. Eyes suddenly sparkling as you get an idea.
Jungkook's toothy smile quickly vanishes the second he actually glances back at you, noting just how close you're standing to your coworker, Seokjin. He's surely handsome, without a doubt. He doesn't immediately say or do anything, but continues to idly listen to Hana ramble. It turns into a blur the longer he feels your presence mix with another man's. He nods mindlessly at Hana's words, finally unable to look away from you, crooking an eyebrow in your direction.
You feel Jungkook’s eyes turn to you. Finally, you have his attention. But you don't stop there. Seokjin had, for as long as you'd known each other, shown an interest in you but you'd been too shy and insecure from the previous few, short-lived, relationships you'd had to dare indulge him. Now, though, maybe you could use that.
"Yeah, everything's fine Jinnie!" You say cheerfully, giving him a big smile. Seokjin shows a look of surprise at the sudden nickname and interest, but he gathers himself quickly. "You look great today Jinnie, did you do something to your hair?"
You'd never really flirted before so your skills were pretty much non-existent but Seokjin didn't seem to mind. Smiling confidently at your comment, he smugly answers, "I tried a new gel actually, fun that you noticed."
"Mm, yeah, it looks great on you Jinnie! There's just a hair strand there sticking out of place, here let me." You say, trying to sound enticing, as you lift your hand to smooth down a lock of his hair. Coming real close to him in the meantime. "There! Now you look perfect." Seokjin almost drools, his eyes as saucers at your closeness. You feel Jungkook shooting daggers at you and you know that you've probably gone too far already, still you perform the last part of your plan. Using every bit of acting skill you've got, you reach for a glass on the shelf next to Seokjin, but you "lose balance", and with a small whelp you stumble right into him. He grabs a hold of your waist and pulls you closer into his embrace to stop you from falling. You only stay in his arms for a moment though.
Jungkook can tell what you’re trying to do— and even more so, he can sense the way Seokjin reeks with desire for you. It made his lip twitch, and he hid it with an annoyed sneer.
“Jungkook? Are you listening?” Hana lays a deliberate hand on his strong bicep to get a feel, but she gasps when his rejection comes in the form of suddenly stalking towards you instead.
“I’m parched …” Jungkook took a stance by the bar counter, his voice cutting through the tension between you and Seokjin, snapping him back to reality. His eyes flicker between the two of you, and his gritting smile tenses, “How about serving me a drink instead of playing lovebirds?”
Seokjin turns his eyes to Jungkook, flicking nervously at the demon’s intimidating gaze but, surprisingly, doesn't move away from you. Feeling confident at the sultry smile you give him, before you turn your attention to Jungkook. With a voice laced with venom you say, “Oh, I bet your throat is dry after all that talking. Why don’t you ask Hana for a drink? I’m sure she’d be happy to serve you.”
Jungkook’s cheek protrudes as his tongue rolls against the inside of the flesh, a telltale sign that he is not amused by your attitude. A small smirk plays on his lips, though.
“Y/N.” He says your name sternly, laying his palms flat on the counter surface. His tattooed, vascular hands move delicately as his fingers tap against the material, and he stares right at you. “Come with me. Now.” He doesn’t look back when he turns around to head towards the back door of the bar building, knowing there’s not many people around at this hour. He knows you’ll follow. Or at least, if you knew what is best, you would, or he would ensure this is the last time you’d play with his possessive nature.
You consider ignoring him for a moment, but decide against it. You hadn’t really wanted to make him angry.. you just.. wanted his attention.
“Y/N?” Seokjin mumbles hesitantly as you move to follow Jungkook.
You feel slightly guilty for using him and try to give him an apologizing smile, “It’s alright Jinnie, I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Jungkook waits for you in the back alley shadows. His own dark form almost blending into the background. Although it’d probably be better to just apologize for deliberately pushing his buttons, seeing him instantly makes you think of Hana again. Of her hand on him, him smiling at her. He had started it, you’d just given him a taste of what it felt like. “What do you want?” you snarl, eyes harsh. “Shouldn’t you go back inside? I’m sure Hana is looking for you.”
Jungkook steps out of the shadows, illuminated by the faint light attached to the building. His arms are crossed over his chest, jaw clenched tight in a frown. "Hana?" he repeats the name, staring you down harsher with each word you spit. He steps closer, the crimson swirling in his irises glowing in the dark to remind you of what he is. It might've been easy to forget as of late, as he'd spent months living with you, more.. human. But tonight, it seemed like jealousy had gotten the better of them both. "Oh, the girl..." He hums, tapping his fingers over his bicep, "Is that why you began to cling onto another man? So easily?" Another step closer, and his frown forms into a sneer, "Jealousy."
Jealousy? You hadn’t put a name to the emotions you felt, but he was correct you realized. You were jealous. He stands so close to you now, the smell of his cologne distinct. Your instincts tell you to back away, recognizing the danger the demon exudes, but you don’t. Instead you mimic his hold, crossing your own arms over your chest.
“Didn’t feel so good did it?” You counter, looking up at him. “Seeing me in Seokjin’s arms? His comfortable strong hold around me... Mm, you know what? I actually think he's rather fond of me, don’t you?” Grinning smugly as you taunt him. You’ve taken it too far, you know it. But you can’t stop. You’ve never felt like this before -entirely, and utterly, consumed by jealousy.
“Don’t say that..” Jungkook didn’t like it one bit. He knew— of course he knew. He could sense how badly Seokjin wanted you, just as he could sense the caution the man had around the demon, without surely knowing why. “Don’t taunt me, angel. You might think this is funny, don’t you…” he stands right in front of you now, reaching out to caress your cheek, moving your hair away from your face. He’s gentle, and yet there is a tension in his fingers. He held back urges to tug at your hair— to grab you by your neck. Jungkook looks down at you and growls quietly. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill him right now.”
“You wouldn’t!” you growl back. “Don’t you dare touch him, Jungkook.” You roughly turn away from his touch, unknowingly pushing him even further into finally snapping. Maybe that is what you wanted all along. For him to show that you’re his. And to show that he’s yours.
"Why? Do you care about him?!" Jungkook cages your body with his, slamming his fists into the wall of the building behind you, back still facing him. His heavy, heated breaths fan against the back of your head, and it's impossible to not notice that he's angered. "I could kill him for simply touching you-- you have no say in it. I've done it before for less, I..." He grits his teeth, his nails clawing the walls until they crumble in his fingers, pebbles rolling by your feet. Within a split second, one hand moves up to brush away your hair from your neck, leaning in close to press his lips against it, "You're driving me crazy when you act like this.."
Your heartbeat quickens and your eyes widen. He’d done it before? It should terrify you, the sheer strength and power he presents, the lengths he’d go for you... but it doesn't. Instead you feel the insecurity and jealousy you’ve felt dampen. He had done it for you. Not Hana, or anyone else. It was proof- was it not? Of his devotion and love. Only for you. You face him again. Only a few centimeters apart. His eyes are fire, his breathing heavy in anger. The tension between you is palpable-- burning. You lift your heels to reach his height, a hand on his chest to keep your balance. You look into those deep red eyes and move closer, your lips grazing his as you speak, “Show me then. Show me how crazy I make you.” Moving your lips to whisper in his ear, “Hm? Master~~.” Before giving his cheek a possessive lick, as he’d done to you all those months ago.
Whatever you were doing to trigger a reaction from the demon, it seemed to work. In fact, it might've worked too well, as he didn't hesitate to shove your back against the building with a thud. If he weren't aware that you're merely a human, he would've used much more of his strength. And even then, he used more than he should've. But it was what you asked for-- for him to be rough and careless. You just brought it out of him too easily.
"That's more like it," Jungkook approved, though he knows you're playing with him. Part of him enjoyed it, the way only you could stir his emotions and put his desires in a hormonal twist, "Maybe I've been too soft with you lately, huh? Do you miss this?" The demon's strong hands tug at your clothes, ripping the seams to expose your chest for him. He didn't care-- he could buy you a new one. Hungry eyes glance down at the plump of your breasts, hidden beneath a bra that he's quick to rip apart with a swift snip of his strong fingers between the cups. He smiles happily, shamelessly indulging in the way your chest subtly jiggles as they're freed. "You just needed to be reminded of how much I love this," he grabs one breast in his large palm, licking his lips at how the supple flesh warms his skin. It is claiming, as if it belongs to him to take, "This body, isn't that it?"
You barely acknowledge the pain in your back from his roughness. Welcoming the bruises and marks made by him. The proof of his desire for you. It's true, you have missed this side of him. When he’s so blinded by lust for you, acting by raw unfiltered hunger. Providing you with equal parts pleasure and pain. It’s when you feel the most wanted. And you crave that. More than anything, you so perilously crave feeling truly claimed by the demon. Your nipples perk quickly in the chilly night air. The thought of someone seeing you in such a wrecked manner, only in a thrashed top and short skirt, combined with the demon’s, as always, skilled hands on you makes your arousal grow quickly. But as always, you want more.
“Yes, mm please master, show that I’m yours” You moan, gasping as his grips on your breast hardens, “Show who owns me.” Your hand finds his raven hair, nails grazing his scalp, urgently tugging his roots as you try to pull him to your chest. Wanting his mouth on you-- needing it. “Please.” You beg, eyes desperate.
A low, demonic growl rumbles in his chest-- a clear approval of the way you plead and whine for him. He obliges, letting his tongue taste the skin of your chest before sucking it into his mouth. He hums quietly, his other hand lifting your skirt. A swift knee digs between your thighs, rubbing against your panties as his teeth graze your nipple in a playful bite. "Yeah? Right here? So that the entire block can hear you-- So that damn coworker of yours can hear just what kind of a demon-slut you are." Jungkook switches and gives your other breast the same treatment, sucking and biting at the skin until it's blemished with his possessive markings.
A/N: Yeah we didn’t get further than that sorry for cockblocking you. I could’ve removed the entire scene and just ended it earlier, but I didn’t want to. Thank you for reading it, and imagine the rest of the smut on your own. xoxo
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darkestcorners · 4 months ago
raven | yandere!jungkook au
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— pairing: cult leader!jungkook x reader ( f )
— genre: yandere, angst, smut
— warnings: NON-CON , S/A, triggering themes, arranged marriage ( sort of ),  obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, supernatural themes, gore and violence, blood, mentions of child sacrifice, mentions of rituals & the occult, mentions of religion, jk is just a straight up menace in this im sorry
— word count: 15k
summary : There’s an evil that lurks in your village but you’re convinced it has noting to do with the sweet baker’s son you are meant to marry.
The shift in the air was felt instantly, like a black cloud summoning from beneath the mountains ahead. Yet the sky was clear as ever, the sun bathing you completely.
You gripped the basket in your hands tighter, not being able to shake away the dreadful feeling that came over you. There was many dangers in the forest, but there also many dangers in the village, people had grown desperate over the years.
The immense poverty had struck your home even more brutally than the other neighboring villages. It was not rare for thieves to linger behind the shadows, waiting to strike and snatch up the little food you had managed to gather.
Luckily for you, most people wouldn’t bother to steal what you were carrying. There was only a handful of berries, alongside some herbs for some tea to make for your father tonight. He had been having terrible body aches and you had little to no knowledge on remedies but an old woman had told you about certain herbs that were found far south of the forest, not too deep in but if you followed a distinct path that had been carved out and layered with stones, you would come across the desired bushes that grew various gifted plants.
The wind had picked up, growing slightly colder and your ears were alert, listening to how it rattled through the tall trees that surrounded you. The sudden sound of cawing made your head look upwards, your gaze landing on a raven that flew above your head. The cawing continued and your curious nature watched the black feathered bird fly lower, turning its wings downwards. Your eyebrows knit together as you watch it turn around, headed dangerously close to your head.
Instinctively, you duck your head and stumble to the side, afraid that the creature had somehow mistaken you for its prey.
It flies past you, obnoxiously cawing one last time before you watch it disappear behind the trees.
You huff, finally turning back around and continue to walk down the stoned path with the basket you nearly dropped on the ground from the stumble you took.
Your eyes soon met the small cottage that belonged to your father, and you slowed your pace just a bit when you noticed him standing outside with a worried expression on his face. His eyebrows were pinched together, his wrinkled face giving away the clear distress he was in and for a moment, you wondered if he was feeling ill.
“Father?” You called out, not that you needed to grab his attention, his eyes had already been locked on your figure the moment you had noticed him.
“Where were you? I’ve told you I don’t like you wandering off into those woods.” Your father stressed and you glanced behind your shoulder, your steps quickening towards him.
“I was just picking some herbs, don’t worry.” You gave him a sheepish smile, holding up the basket in your hands and his face relaxed.
You knew he was referring to the many lives the woods had claimed over the years but there had not been any sudden disappearances in months. The last girl that had not returned from her evening walk was believed to have gotten lost or died due ti the cold cruel weather that tended to fall against the village in late December.
Yujin. She had not been a close friend but you had practically seen the girl grow up, she was just a few younger than yourself. There wasn’t a day that went by where you wouldn’t see her wandering around the village.
It was tragedy, her father and brother had spent weeks searching for her, and her mother had spent months praying for her return but all hope was lost when one of the village boys had come across one of her boots up deep in the forest. With dried blood tainted on the material. An animal had likely feasted on her before anyone was able to find her body.
“I need you to stop by the bakery for me.” Your father tells you, running his hand down your shoulder gently before giving you a stern look.
“But be careful, come back before night falls.”
Your nerves spiked up slightly when the baker’s son crosses your mind. You had avoided going to the bakery lately, fearing that your frequent visits would be perceived wrongly by your father. It was no secret he wished for you to wed soon, and of course the first suitor in mind was none other than the well known baker’s son.
“Just a slice of bread, right?” You reply hesitantly.
“It’s all we can afford. This winter isn’t going to treat us well.” Your father grunted with a discouraging grin before going to open the cottage door.
You give him a final nod before you make your way towards the familiar route that led you towards the nearby bakery. The village had reduced in population over the recent years, you had remembered it being much more lively but as time passed, more and more people had headed up north with no return. They seemed out for better jobs in more populated areas and some even reached the capital. Although word was that a lot were met with the same unfortunate luck .
The few children that ran around your were enough to temporarily lighten the gloomy atmosphere and you were thankful for that. You smiled as you saw the two young ones skip pass you, their fits of giggles ringing throughout the air.
Your eyes fell upon the many stacks of breads and pastries laid out in front of you as you came to a slow stop in front of the bakery stand. The smell of it instantly sent a rumble to your empty stomach.
“The usual?” You lifted your head up to meet the dark doe-eyed gaze of the boy that had burdened your mind for far too long.
He gave his usual friendly smile, the one that made his nose scrunch up in the most endearing way. It always made your heart flutter despite the lack of feelings you tried to have towards him.
“Jungkook,” You greeted with a smile of your own.
It wasn’t as if there was anything with Jungkook, in fact, he almost seemed too perfect for you. He was handsome, hard working and well-mannered. His father and him had moved here just a few months ago, and in that short amount of time they had already established a positive and stable job for themselves. His father was an excellent baker, and while there wasn’t much to compare him to, it was obvious he had earned the rightful title of the local baker of your village. He was generous with many struggling families and children, and his son was no different.
“Just one.” You whispered, pointing towards the loaf of bread on the rack while you held the silver coin tightly in your palm.
“You know it’s always two for you, little bride.” Jungkook said with a half smirk, ignoring your request and sliding you over two loafs of bread. You tried not to squirm over the nickname, it was always made your cheeks heat up. He had called you that from the moment he first saw you, referring to the all white attire you had been wearing and it soon became an ongoing inside joke between the two of you due to the fact that you happened to nearly always favor being in white clothing.
As more time passed though, he had also hinted at the obvious desire to court you and make you his bride.
You never took it seriously, just mindless flirting that you didn’t mind from a good looking man but it soon started to look more like a reality when your father had taken notice in the interest Jungkook had taken in you ever since he arrived here.
It made you feel burdened. You weren’t naive enough to think that you could escape marriage forever, it was what was expected of you and any young girl your age. However, the thought of it still frightened you deeply, you would have to leave your father behind and go live with someone who you only spent limited time with for the rest of your life. Besides, you worried most for your father’s health, your absence would leave him vulnerable to illnesses.
You just wished you had more of a say in the matter.
When you went to hand him over the coin, Jungkook gave you a knowing look.
“You should know better by now that I won’t accept that.” He said in a lower tone, bending closer to you over the racks.
“I’m afraid you’re going to run your father out of business if you keep doing that.”
“I only do it for you.” Jungkook assured you with another teasing grin as he leaned back away and his eyes traveled down to your basket.
“I saw you walking towards the woods earlier.” He comments, raising an eyebrow in concern. “You must be careful, there’s been rumors.”
You knit your eyebrows in confusion as you slid the loafs of bread inside your basket.
“What kind of rumors?”
He stared at you for a couple of seconds in silence, pursing his lips.
“Of rituals being performed.”
His words did little to ease your curiosity, you frowned as you waited for him to elaborate. You only prayed it wasn’t what you was poking at the back of your head.
“..Many think there’s a witch among us, my father said there’s talk of her performing rings of fire and luring children into the forest.”
“What?” You ask with wide eyes.
It wasn’t uncommon for there to be rumors of witches but you never actually brought yourself to believe in one ever being close to you. The idea itself frightened you, you had heard tales of them ever since you were a little girl, your parents had always warned you of their ill intentions and sadist ways. Of course, the church had also feared them performing rituals and sacrifices and always advise you to stray away from anyone who even looked like they indulged themselves in sinful acts.
“But there hasn’t been any children that have gone missing..” You shook your head in deep thought, letting yourself glance towards the direction the group of young kids had just passed by you.
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, lips setting into a straight line.
“Witches don’t tend to take children right away..they gain their trust, bewitch them until they follow them blindly .” He says, eyeing the direction in which you had settled your gaze in.
His words only installed more worry in you.
“God, that’s terrible.” You held onto the cross around your neck, reciting a muted prayer. “Saints must protect us.”
Jungkook watched you, not uttering a word in response as he simply nodded. If you had been paying closer attention, you would of noticed his focused look on your necklace slowly turn into a sharp glare.
But you didn’t.
“If only saints could protect us from all evil..” Jungkook whispered with a tight lipped smile.
“You must be careful, you shouldn’t trust anyone around you.. at least not right now.” He added carefully, a concerned expression taking over his youthful features.
You take in his advice, silently agreeing with him as your mind wondered off to few other women in your village. Instantly, you grew a bit suspicious of them but you knew it wasn’t wise to voice out any of your doubts. In your paranoid state, anything could appear odd and you didn’t want to be the cause of convicting an innocent soul to a cruel punishment.
Your eyes trailed down Jungkook’s figure, he was wearing his usual attire. Long sleeves as always, but they did little shield the obvious large built and muscles underneath. It was hard not to stare but you forced the inappropriate thoughts out of your head.
“I better get going, my father told me not to be long.”
Jungkook lips tilted when you abruptly looked away from him, clearly taking notice in your lingering stare.
“Thank you for the bread as always.” You mumbled out hurriedly and turned to leave but his voice made you halt your movements.
“Wait, do you want me to walk you home? It’s already getting dark.” He reasoned behind you and you glanced to see him taking off his apron already.
The sun was indeed making its grand exit, scurrying behind the evergreen mountains and causing the sky to become decorated in orange hues.
“It’s really okay, it’s not a long walk.” You told him but you already you lost the battle, Jungkook was always a complete gentleman and you knew he would not rest until he made sure you made it home safely.
It was moments like this you began to wonder if being wed to him would not be so bad after all. However, your own selfish desires to remain free of the responsibility that awaited you once married always won over instead.
He came to walk beside you, his tall height towering over you slightly as you both made your way down towards your cottage house.
It was silent for a couple of minutes but it was not an uncomfortable type of silence. You were surprised by how comforting his presence was and how safe you felt with him by your side.
“I just realized, I’ve never visited your house.” You voice out, the question was subtle but you hoped he caught onto it. The truth was that you didn’t even know where Jungkook and his father lived, or even in what direction their cottage was.
He smiled, looking down at you before he turned his gaze up ahead again.
“Does that bother you? You will become quite familiar with it once we have wed.”
You almost trip over air once you completely take in his words and you flash him an incredulous look.
“Stop talking nonsense.” You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head from side to side in embarrassment.
His steps slowed down as he gave you another grin, turning to face you completely.
“I’m serious, you know how much I like you.” He shifted his face over to the side, finally trapping your gaze that was trying to avoid his desperately.
You stared into his dark eyes, the glint in them was unreadable to you despite his sweet and sincere tone. It made your stomach dip with uncertainty but you couldn’t deny the warmth it brought you as well.
“You have not let my mind be at rest every since I first saw you, little bride.” He confesses, eyes scanning over your taken back expression.
“You don’t mean that.” You reply in a light tone , you remembered that day you first saw him a couple of months ago. The first day of June, it was just the start of the long summer months and his unfamiliar face caused temporary gossip throughout the village. Mostly among the other young girls, he became well-known before they had even opened the bakery.
It was hard to ignore him, he had been the first person you had seen on the way over to well that day. His eyes had not left you for a moment, and he had wasted no time in skipping over to introduce himself.
“I do.” He insisted with a more serious expression, his eyes softened as he looked down almost shyly.
“I mean, I really do care for you. I would only hope you could one day reciprocate my feelings.” He finished in a whisper, frowning a bit.
The wounded look on his face reminded you of a puppy, it made your heart sink instantly. The last thing you wished was hurting his feelings. Not after all his noble acts towards you.
“Please, don’t be offended.” You reach out to grab his hand, squeezing it.
The action brought his eyes back up to you, surprise coating his face.
“I just mean that I find it hard to open my heart up to someone so quickly.” You explain, raising both your eyebrows to emphasize your point.
Jungkook stared at you, a slow blink breaking his steady gaze on you.
“It’s been months though.” He blurted out, a pout forming on his lips that caused you to let out an unexpected giggle.
You weren’t prepared to hear his straight forward response,the way he had said it reminded you of a child instead of a grown man.
His face lit up at the sound of your laughter, showcasing his perfect wide smile that formed wrinkles at the side of his eyes.
“I suppose you’re right.” You state, laughter dying towards the end of your sentence.
You felt him squeeze your hand back, his thumbs lightly caressing the top of your hand. It was as if you had indirectly accepted an unofficial proposal. It felt like you did. Something about the way he was looking at you now felt too invasive, it was the look of a lover and while your heart was beating rapidly at the sight of his awestruck face, there was still a hesitance on your part to fully give yourself away.
It was the stubborn need to hold onto a part of yourself you were too scared to let go of just yet.
The perfect suitor was standing right in front of you, a man that many girls would envy you courting.
So, why was it so hard for you to accept your fate?
You twisted and turned in your bed, shivering as you tugged the thin blanket tighter around your frame. The howling wind outside rattled your window, you were afraid it would break at any moment, the wind was too angry tonight. Your room felt as if it might as well be outside, skin feeling almost numb. No matter how much you closed your eyes, sleep didn't greet you. Your head felt heavy, unable to let you escape from your more than anxious reality and refusing to whisk you away to the dreams that promised a temporary relief.
A sudden pungent smell was what awoke you completely. It had distracted you enough to lift your head up, your eyes searching the dark room.
It was the smell of fresh bread, almost sweet as if someone was baking pies of some sort. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion. It definitely couldn’t be your father, he must’ve been in a deep sleep by now. You heard nothing that indicated he was in the kitchen, no sounds of any pans or pots rustling. Just silence, and the whistling winds outside. Not to mention, your father never cooked and much less baked.
You sat up, throwing your covers off your body despite the cold chill that sent shivers down every part of you. Your eyes left your door and trailed over to your window. Could the smell be coming from outside? It was unlikely, the next cottage was too far from your own and you doubted you would be able to smell anything from so far away. You never had up until now. But where else could it be coming from?
Lifting yourself off the bed, your bare feet tip toed over to your window. You would be insane to open it at this moment, if you thought it was cold now, the violent winds on the other side would humble you quickly. But as always, your curiosity got the best of you and as the smell lingered in the air, you couldn’t resist. You pulled open the window, the ice cold air hitting your face in an instant. You knitted your brows, the pitch black sky glared back at you and your eyes searched the empty space ahead of you. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for but it was no surprise that there was in fact not a single thing in front of you.
Then you heard it.
For a second, you thought you were indeed dreaming. The soft hums rang in your ears, as if they were singing along to some melody. You didn’t hear the voice sing any actual words, you could only hear the persistent humming getting louder and louder. You stepped away from the window and tilted your head. Had you officially gone insane? There was no soul in sight, the lonely night was the only thing that looked back at you.
Where was the voice coming from? It was neither too high or too deep. Just truly enchanting. Your eyes stayed glued to the forest, there was no way it could be coming from there, right? Surely you were hearing things.
However the humming didn’t go away, seconds passed , minutes even and the sound still rung heavily in your ears. As if it was calling to you, your head felt light all of a sudden. The forest had never looked as inviting as it did now, it was all you could focus on. You didn’t seem to mind the icy air that came twirling through the window and entering your bedroom.
You gasped, jumping back in fright. You whipped your head around, searching for the sudden voice that had called your name. You were expecting your father by your door but the empty space proved you wrong.
Had you gone insane?
Frozen in place, you stared blankly at your dark room that held the presence of nobody but yourself. Yet why did you feel like you were not alone?
Your face soon dropped when you took another deep breath, the once delicious smell of bread was slowly disappearing but in its place came the scent of something rancid. It was unlike anything you had ever smelled in your life, it was almost too unbearable.
Nausea washed over you, you held your hand over your nose and mouth as you took a glance back towards the window. Once again, there was nothing that could have hinted where the scent was coming from but it was so terrible that you could only wonder if anyone else had been awoken from their deep slumber to investigate it.
It smelt like rotting flesh.
In fear of gagging from the revolting smell, you were quick to step away from the window, not even noticing how closely you had been attached to it. Your hands reached to close it and you once again struggled against the strong winds but finally managed to shut it after few stubborn attempts.
You let out a breath, the smell still heavy in your nostrils but what had gone away completely was the humming. You realized how silent it was all of a sudden and you wondered if you had imagined the voice calling out your name. It couldn’t be, right? The ugly childhood tales of wickedness haunted your mind again. Your fingers trembled slightly as you came to grip your cross around neck, pressing your lips to it.
A yelp left you when an abrupt thump broke against your window. You flinched to the side, your eyes inspecting the wood that covered the open space.
You swallowed, taking a step towards the window again and against your better judgement, you opened it once again to investigate the sound. You squinted at the freezing wind and looked downwards instantly.
Lying on the ground was a dead raven.
The darkness that surrounded in that moment felt anything but comforting, a slight chill traveled down your spine but this time it wasn't due to the coldness of the night.
The next morning you woke up tired, your body aching from your impulsive actions that had led you to practically freeze to death the previous night. The lack of sleep hadn’t helped. You forced yourself to forget what had happened, blaming it on your own delusions. You still felt unsure if it was perhaps a dream after all, a quite vivid one at that but still just a figment of your own imagination.
You blamed on the rumors that had surged over the past days, what Jungkook had told about the possible witch amongst your villagers.
There was no possible explanation other than your own paranoia creating a scenario of your deepest nightmares.
So you went about your morning, you finished tying the shoelaces on your boots when you heard the sound of two voices talking outside your bedroom door. You paused your actions, your eyes now glued to your door.
You got up from your bed swiftly, walking over to it and creaking it open. Peaking your head out, you instantly saw a familiar attractive face seated at your kitchen table.
What was he doing here? A part of you already feared you knew the answer to that question.
The moment you stepped outside your room and crossed the small space towards the kitchen, Jungkook had already taken notice in your presence. He immediately lifted himself off his seat, slightly bowing towards you.
“Good morning, little bride.” He greets you, his hair was slightly damp, signaling he had likely just finished bathing himself moments before coming here. His long dark locks resting just above his neck.
Everything about him resembled a prince in that moment. Despite his casual fitted long sleeved dark shirt and pants that gave away no evident status or wealth, something about his presence was enchanting and gripping.
You turned towards your father, your eyes asking him the silent question. His wrinkled face held a delighted expression but you didn’t miss the tense smile his lips formed.
“Jungkook has come to ask me for your hand in marriage, I assume you are not the least bit surprised by this.” Your father spoke with a chuckle, his smile widening when he took a glance towards the man across from him.
Your stomach dropped at the revelation, of course you had been expecting it but somehow it had not truly sunk in until now. There was always a chance that Jungkook would change his mind, that he would find you far too frigid and boring for his liking.
Clearly that had not been the case.
“M-Marriage?” You say, forcing a smile out but your eyes still refused to meet your soon to be husband. Your hands came to fold in front of you, your body stiffening slightly.
The most conflicting emotions were running through you.
“Yes, you are to be wed in a few weeks.” Your father stated as he stood up, making his way beside Jungkook. He gripped his shoulder before giving it a pat. It looked amusing for a second, your father’s petite build beside him made him look frail despite you always thinking your father had a rather strong built for his older age.
You bit your lip nervously, not knowing what to say so you simply said nothing.
“Are you not happy?” Jungkook’s voice rang in your ears but it took you a moment to finally lift up your chin to fully face him. Your eyes caught his in an instant, that doe-eyed look staring back at you but this time his eyes were desperately awaiting your response. An uncertain look was behind them. He seemed just as nervous as you, almost looking afraid of your reaction.
“That doesn’t matter, does it? After all, I know what’s best for my daughter and I have the last word on the matter.” Your father cut in with a firm look sent your way, silencing your next words before you had even fully spoke them.
“I trust that she will be in good hands, she’s of age. Even a bit overdue some would say.” Your father added teasingly at the end and it brought another insincere smile to your lips. You simply hung your head in acceptance, not even noticing the tears beginning to brim at your eyes.
Jungkook didn’t spare your father a glance but his words seemed to satisfy him enough because his face relaxed, a warm smile tugging his lips as he stepped towards you. You hold your breath as he stands in front of you, his welcoming presence suddenly intimidating you for a reason you couldn’t explain.
He brought your chin up, thumb caressing the side of your jaw. 
“Soon you will be mine, little bride.”
Ever since your engangement, you had been actively avoiding Jungkook. It wasn’t something you would ever admit, and certaintly not to your father but you had been spending most of the days stuck inside your room. You had not gone to the bakery once this week, and you had not even seen Jungkook’s father ever since he had stopped by later that same day Jungkook had asked for your hand. He seemed happy enough, more than happy by the news. You knew Jungkook’s father was kind from what you had seen of him and you should be feeling lucky to have him as a future father in law. However, no matter how smoothly things had went for you, it seemed so unfair to not even have a say in the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with.
Your father had practically given you away as if you were cattle.
It had stung, the way he had not even given you a chance to ask you about your true feelings. You knew it wasn’t anything unusual, fathers always had the last say, it was the way it always had been. Yet you were foolish to think your tight and close bond with your father would make you an exception. That he would somehow value your opinion on such a serious matter, that he wouldn’t so easily hand you over.
Ever since your mother had passed away when you were a little girl, you had been attached to your father greatly. You feared life would take him away from you and leave you to fend for yourself with nobody’s love or protection. Your father was a simple carpenter, and while you had grown up struggling, he always managed to take care of you and never let you go hungry. Your father had also never remarried, you often wondered why but you let yourself believe it was due to the great love he had held for your mother. Perhaps, he truly never managed to let himself find another like her.
It made you believe he had also attached himself to you, that you were the last thing he had of her so he wouldn’t so easily let you go to the first man who he charmed him.
In reality, none of should have shocked you. Your father had evidently been fond of Jungkook since he had first arrived to the village, he had told you about how charming and nice the baker’s son was nearly everyday. 
You let out a sigh as you leaned back against the cottage door, your eyes were settled on the forest but you soon felt something hit the side of your feet, causing you to flinch your head towards the object.
A leather ball sat by your feet.
“Sorry!” You hear the small voice of a young boy say, you turn to eye the small child and flash him a smile.
“It’s alright.”You reply, bending down to pick the ball. His small boots padded against the ground, running directly towards you with such speed that he nearly ran right into your legs.
You hand him over the ball and watch as he gives you a regreful look, reaching out to take it. As he holds it against his chest, his eyes soon are glued to your own chest which causes you to glance down. Your cross necklace hangs  from your neck and you’re confused to realize that the little boy seems to be glaring directly at it.
“Is something wrong?” You question.
His round eyes meet yours before they narrow back to your necklace, his face scrunching up in disgust.
“You shouldn’t be wearing that.”
His words leave you stunned for a moment, your mouth hanging then closing rapidly as you think about what to respond to such a comment.
“W-What?” You stutter, breaking out into an uncomfortable laugh.
You think that he’s messing with you for a second but his face remained void of any amusement. There was no trickery in his eyes, just pure disdain. 
“I said you shouldn’t be wearing that.” The little boy repeats louder, scowling at you as an empty look takes over his eyes. “He doesn’t like it.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you frown down at him, you tried to swallow down the strange feeling that came over you in that insant.
“Who’s he?” You ask him with an evident shake in your voice. 
The little boy continued to glare at your cross, as if it was physically disturbing him. He doesn’t answer your question, he simply gives you one final look before darting towards the woods. His impulsive action sends you into another panic, watching as his small legs work their way incredbily fast towards the countless tall trees ahead and soon enough, his small figure dissapeares amongst the wilderness. 
“Wait!” You call out to him, looking around to see if anyone else happens to be near you to call out for help. You wonder where his mother could have been and how mortified she would be to find out her son had just sprinted towards the infamous woods everyone had been warned to not enter, much less vulnerable children.
A frustrated groan leaves you as you run after him,forcing your legs to catch up to him before he is in too deep. These woods were hard to navigate and he would be lost in no time if he wanders too far off. Your breath hitches as you make your way through the wide spread of greenery, branches and leaves snapping underneath your boots. Your eyes are dead set on finding his small figure but they fail to locate him in the midst of the fog that has settled and contiues growsmore with each step you take. Your eyes squint through the white mist that makes it all much more difficult.
“Where are you!” You yell out in desperation.
No voice responds, there is an unsettling silence instead.
You are forced to slow down when you feel the burn in your chest, your heavy breathing turning into slight wheezing. Your heart thumps in your ears as you look around you, noticing how you are recongizing where you are less and less. You could only pray that the fog clears up, the cloud-like appearance making it impossible to fully make out the paths before you.
Where could he have went? Where was he even going to begin with?
Questions fill your mind as you take cautious steps further into the forest, you’re not sure which direction your are headed towards anymore. You wrap your hands around yourself, your eyes hyperfocused on every little movement around you.
But you what catches your attention is something you wished to have never come across.
Your eyes land on a red substance on the dirt ground beneath you. It was a puddle.
You nearly step on it but you see it right on time to dodge it. You shift to the side, nearly tripping over at the sight.
There was a puddle of blood in front of you.
Unable to fully comprehand what it indicates, your mind seems to be in a complete daze as you stare at it. 
You hold in your gasp as you see the trail it leads to. A perfectly straight trail of blood leading into the fog. 
It seems like hours pass before you decide to take a step forward. Everything in you was telling you to run back, to run away from this but your body felt like it was floating. It was as if a string was pulling you towards it, like a puppet being tugged towards her puppetmaster. Your eyes were unable to leave the trail of blood as you blindly followed it, the smell of iron quickly hitting your nostrils. You cringed at the scent, your stomach aching in discomfort.
Your heart had not stopped beating rapidly, your chest rising and falling with every step you took.
In your focused state, you had not even notice the black bird that had been following you closely above you. His wings flapping against the eerie and humid atompshere.
There was a figure in the near distance, you could make it out from where you stood. It was small, like that of a child and your heart nearly bust at the sight.
“Hello!” You cry out towards it, fully expecting to see the little boy who had foolishly ran inside these woods in front of you and you did see him with the next step you took.
But he surely didn’t see you.
Those round big eyes he had glared at your necklace with were no longer there. Instead, there were sockets, empty sockets of where his eyes used to be. Blood dripped down his chubby cheeks as he stood stiffly in front of you, not even the immense fog could hide the gruesome image of his face.
A scream left your lips at the terrifying sight, your body flinging backwards and onto the ground. 
Right into the pool of blood.
You couldn’t even bother to pay any mind to the liquid smearing your dress and skin, instead you continue to stare in horror at the little boy with no eyes. He had not moved an inch, his body remaining still as his lips widened into a full smile.
The disturbing act brought a new wave of horror into you, your body backing away instantly as your hands moved back against the dirt in an attempt to put as much possible distance between you and the young chiild. Then, the sound of a loud cry hit your ears, making your head flinch upwards. Your eyes met the sight of a raven sitting on a tree branch above you, his long beak opening and closing as the obnoxious screaming continued to ring throughout the space. 
“Stop!” You pleaded at the creature, as if it would listen to your distressed state and take pity in you.
The screams only continued and your fingers dug against the soil, forcing you to regain balance in order to stand on your feet and run but a pair of boots soon came into your view , making you stop your movements completely.
“Little bride.” Jungkook’s familiar voice broke you out of your misery, and you just about broke your neck when you looked up towards him. He stood over you with a concerned expression over his face, his eyes trailing down your figure in suspiscion.
How did you not hear him approach you?
Where had he come from?
“J-Jungkook, please help.” You wail at him and his hands come to instnantly grip your forearms, pulling you up onto your feet. His hands don’t let go, holding you close to him as he shushes your cries but you refuse to look back towards the little boy. 
“H-He has no eyes! We must find help!” You sob against him, gripping the material of his thin shirt as you shake your head in terror. Your eyes are tightly shut, trying your hardest to get the image out of your head as you tremble against his arms. When you notice him not moving or saying a word to you, you shake his shoulder, urging him to walk forwards.
“Jungkook! You must help the little boy!” You cry out again, completely breaking down as you more tears stream down your face.
“Y/n.” He speaks slowly, gripping your shoulders as he lowers his face the yours. Despite the blurry vision that awaits, your force your eyes to open. 
“There’s no child here.”
His words made your blood run cold. You looked at him, refusing to accept what he had just said to you. You begin to shake your head in denial, knitting your eyebrows as you point behind you, still refusing to turn your neck.
“N-No, what are you talking about? There’s a little boy there, he has no eyes!” You repeat, your hand shaking as you continue to point but Jungkook simply stares at you, eyeing the direction you keep signaling towards. His eyes are calm but you can see the growing concern in them.
“Little bride, calm down. There’s nobdy there.” He tells you gently, his hands running down your shoulders soothingly but you pull away from his grip.
“No! T-There’s blood on me! Don’t you see-”
The words die on your lips the moment you take a look down at yourself, your clothes is clean of any blood. No red liquid taints your skin or dress, just dirt from your unpleasant fall. You swallow thickly, your mouth going dry at what you’re seeing.
Jungkook is studying you carefully, he’s looking at you as if you’re a fragile doll that’s moments away from breaking apart right in front of him.
“What blood, little bride?” He speaks in a deep whisper , eyes trailing down your ripped sleeves and exposed neckline.
It’s a rhetorical question, it’s clear in the way he says it. Your eyes dart around you, trying to figure out what had just occurred. There was no way you could explain this.
“I swear, I saw it.” You stress, your teary gaze catching his worrying one.
Jungkook bites his lower lip, bringing his hand against your shoulder again.
“We need to get you home.”
Did he believe you?
Another terrifying thought fills your head.
“The witch..” You say , your bottom lip wobbling. “ It has to be the witch.”
You recall back to what he had said to you, to the sightings of a ring of fire in the forest, to the luring of children.
“A little boy ran into the forest, I-I followed him here.”
“That’s what they do , isn’t it?” You question anxiously, desperate to find an answer to soothe your scattered brain. “ Can..Can they cause illusions?”
Jungkook fell silent, licking his lips as he brought his dark eyes back to you.
“Yes,” He drawls out, eyeing the space behind you again. “Spells can be used to cause many different illusions, to torment those they desire to play with.”
You nod, your breaths still uneven and far too unsteady.
“May God protect us.” You say as the realization that you might have fallen victim to black magic settles in. You felt your skin crawl at the mere thought, the sinister act shook you to your core.
Again, if you had been paying better attention you of taken notice in the wickedness behind your soon to be lover’s eyes, and the way he seemed to suppress a laugh at your words.
“I must get you home, you’re freezing.” Jungkook insists, bringing your attention back to him. His hands came to hold you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he slowly guided you forwards and through the darkening forest. You didn’t protest, welcoming his warmth and safety. Somehow, his presence made you believe you were safe from all the dangers that creeped around you, from every bit of sinister words that were spoken in the language of the dead and damned.
“You know, they say witches often rarely prey on the weak minded.”
You steal a glance at him, his eyes don’t meet yours but you could tell he could feel your eyes on him.
“It would be far too easy, they settle most of their attention on those they see as a challenge, those they think they can corrupt.”
You didn’t ever consider yourself to be particularly strong minded. In fact, most times you found yourself to be too complicit in order to always uphold the peace. It was the way you had been raised, to listen and not rebel against those who knew better than you, to your elders and parents. To be meek and sit by like a lady should.
What you were was stubborn, incredibly stubborn in your own personal thoughts and beliefs. While you may have never outwardly voiced them, your mind had always been fixed and rigid in nature. You suppose your faith was what Jungkook may have been referring to, you were never one to give into temptation and sin, not even when it was a single grasp away.
“Saints protect us, we must trust they will always save us from harm and evil.” Your fingers came to touch the cross on your neck, remembering the strange reaction it had evoked from the little boy.
His face was still terribly marked in your mind.
“Of course. As long as you keep believing that, no harm will come your way.” Jungkook responded, tightening his grip on your shoulder.
Your body felt weak, your muscles tense yet your limbs felt like they would detach from you at any moment. You could feel a thick layer of sweat on your forehead despite the cold weather. Instinctively, you let your head drop against Jungkook’s chest, eyes threatening to fall shut. You didn’t protest when you felt his arms underneath your legs, lifting you up and carrying you against him as he took hurried steps through the forest.
Your eyes blinked slowly, everything around you felt fuzzy but when you gripped Jungkook’s shirt material around your fingers, tugging the top of it slightly down unintentionally, you didn’t miss the dark writings of ink on the top of his bicep.
When you awoke the next morning, your father was by your side. You twisted, feeling the familiar bedsheets underneath you and you swiftly lifted your head up in shock.
Had you passed out in Jungkook’s arms?
“My dear, be careful.” Your father scolded, pushing you back down against the pillows. His face was twisted into a deep scowl, wrinkling the space between his eyes.
You looked down, still unnerved to find that you indeed had no blood on you, no evidence of what you had endured in the forest. It was starting to resemble a terrible nightmare, and you didn’t like how unclear and fuzzy the memory was. The images were still vivid yet it felt so distant, you couldn’t explain the feeling. Not to mention, your entire drowsy state felt so out of place, like something you had never felt before, not even when you had fallen ill in the past.
“What did I tell you about going into those woods?” Your father told you with a disappointing look as he sighed.
Taking a look around , you were half expecting to see Jungkook here beside your father but he wasn’t. Your curious eyes met your father once again.
“Jungkook had to leave, he insisted on staying until you woke but he needed to tend to the bakery so I practically forced him out the door.” Your father answered your doubts.
You instantly felt bad, already feeling guilty for what you had put him through. He must’ve of been so taken back by the state he found you in, you still wondered how he had even managed to find you or how he knew where you had been. Perhaps he had seen you sprint towards the forest like he had last time. Embarrassment washed over you the more thought of what he must have thought of you, had his perspective of you changed? You couldn’t say you would blame him. Nobody would want to wed such an insane woman.
However, you knew it was unlikely he thought negatively of you. He seemed more worried than frightened when he had found you. After all, he was the one to warn you of the apparent evil that had come to the village and of the said witch. You knew he had believed you when you told him what you had seen.
He had to.
“I must go apologize to him.” You say, already starting to get off the bed.
“I think that’s wise, the poor boy looked worried sick. He said you had took a great fall and found you lying on the ground already unconscious.”
You eye your father. Jungkook had lied to him? You couldn’t say you weren’t grateful for it. None of what you had witnessed would sit well with your father, he would of wondered if you had lost your mind. He wasn’t the type to ever believe too much in superstitions, he always believed good would outdo evil and there was nothing to fear other than God himself.
Your father suddenly caressed your hair, you blinked at him in slight surprise.
“I’m proud of you, you know? You have taken the marriage news like I hoped you would. You’ve grown up so much.” He tells you with a sad smile, his rough fingers sliding down to the top of your shoulder, lingering there.
You parted your lips but no words fell out.
“I know you must think it was easy for me to give you away but it wasn’t. I would have wished to keep you for a little longer.” He confesses, his voice deepening towards the end and his eyes hold an emotion you can’t quite detect.
Nonetheless, his words bring you some comfort and relief. The knowledge that it wasn’t as easy for him as you had assumed brought some ease to your worries and wounded heart.
You nod, giving him a tight smile as you break away from his hold.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave you behind either, I worry for your health.” You tell him in a defeated whisper as you lift yourself fully from your bed.
You wobble a bit as you walk over to your door, regaining the balance you didn’t know you had lacked in first place. The room feels heavy and once again, everything feels odd. You attempt to shake off the feeling, blaming it on the fatigue from the events you had endured.
“I’m going to head to the bakery.” You tell your father as you open the door, slipping outside and you hear him follow closely behind you.
Your basket is on the kitchen table, you wonder if you should bring Jungkook and his father some herbs you had picked out the day before as way to express your gratefulness.
“Be careful.” Your father says before you grab your basket and slip out the small cottage.
The wind hits your face instantly and you let out a sigh in relief. Despite the chilly breeze, you are glad to get a full breath of air. The cottage had felt stuffy, heavy and as if it was closing in on you. Your boots pad along the ground as you make your way towards the village bakery, your hands are still trembly and your steps are a bit clumsy. Evidently you had yet to regain the same tranquility you had before you had entered that forest.
As you pass the usual group of children, your eyes unconsciously scan over their faces in search for the familiar face of the little boy you had followed into the woods. You find that none of the children resemble him in the slightest which eases your worries. If what you had seen in the forest had been true, then you are certain his parents would have already caused an uproar and sent villagers in search for him.
On the contrary, the village seemed quiet. Even the children were not causing as much noise as usual, there was no playful laughter or mischievous footsteps. They sat together by the well, playing with their wooden toys in silence as their eyes discreetly followed you.
You sent them a friendly wave as you passed them, the bakery coming into view instantly but you were upset to see that Jungkook was not behind the racks of bread like he always was. In his place was his father instead.
“Hello dear,” His father greeted with you his usual wide smile.
You would admit there little to no similarities between Jungkook and his father. It made you believe he had taken after his mother. The man held no features that gave away Jungkook was his son. At least in that you were similar, you too had taken after your mother instead of your father in terms of looks.
“Hello sir,” You bow slightly towards him. “ I-I was wondering if Jungkook was around? I wanted to speak with him.”
“Ah, no he’s not here at the moment.” He replied in an even tone, glancing down towards your basket.
“Did you need some bread?”
You follow his gaze but give shake your head.
“Oh no thank you.” You refuse politely, suddenly wondering if Jungkook had mentioned the incident to his father. “Do you know when he will be back?”
“He shouldn’t be long.” He smiled, a smile so wide yet it didn’t reach his eyes.
“He’s been wondering why you had not come by this week.” He adds, the smile fading “ I think he was quite upset that you had been avoiding him.”
Of course. You felt ashamed that his father had to point out your absent behavior and unwillingness to visit the past few days right after you had gotten engaged. It made you seem rude and uninviting which was the last thing you wished to be seen as by your future father in law.
“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to avoid him. I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed.”
His father nodded, seemingly understand your reasoning.
“It’s alright, I’m sure he will understand.” He says, the smile returning. “ Jungkook is such a kind man, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he must’ve gotten his kindness from you.” You reply with a grin, tilting your head to the side. “ What was he like as a child?”
Your question is meant to be innocent, an attempt to further get to know the man who was going to be your future husband in just a few weeks time. Despite how caring Jungkook seemed, it felt like you still didn’t know much about him or his childhood. He had not talked to you much about why he had even moved to this village and what exactly had brought his father and him here.
“As a child?” His father repeated with a blank stare.
You await his response but his face remains stoic.
“As a child..he was..” His eyebrows knit together as if he’s in struggling to recall a memory.
“I’m not sure.” He finishes, cocking his head to the side as that empty stare returns to his eyes.
You raise an eyebrow in question, becoming uncomfortable with the situation unwrapping in front of you. Had you heard him correctly? Was it possible you were still drowsy from your sleep and misheard him?
“I-I’m sure he was just as kind.” You comment shyly with a nervous glance.
His father simply stares at you, as if he was wondering why you would ever ask such a question. Had you overstepped? Perhaps his childhood was a subject that was not meant to be touched.
You felt like you had to keep apologizing.
“Jungkook is a kind man, yes.” He voices out with an almost calculated and practiced smile taking over his face again.
His odd behavior was beginning to unsettle you but you couldn’t figure out if it was you who had who was not taking a hint. Was this his father’s way of telling you to not probe into matters that didn’t concern you?
The thing was, Jungkook did concern you now. He was going to be your husband, everything about him was meant to concern you as his future wife.
“Right, well I must get going then. Can you tell him I stopped by?” You ask him, already turning to leave.
“Of course.” You hear his father reply from behind you as you make your way through the village. Your gaze is focused on your boots padding against the cobblestone path beneath you but you lift up your head as you take in your surroundings more in detail.
The few people walking amongst you hung their heads low. You didn’t think anything of it until your eyes traveled further across you, noticing more people also not lifting their heads up. You frowned, turning to glance back.
Jungkook’s father stood by the bakery stand like a statue. His face held no emotion, just a vacant stare that seemed be focused on nothing in particular.
The first person you did manage to meet eyes with was the local wood cutter which happened to be the Yujin’s brother, the girl who had disappeared in the woods a few months ago. He stood outside his home with his hands folded. When he noticed your stare on him, he immediately looked away as if he had seen something horrible. He kept his eyes on the ground, refusing to look towards you.
This made you frown deepen, frustration and blatant confusion bubbling up inside you. You hesitated for a moment before you stalked over to him, practically trapping him when he flinched back at your sudden arrival.
“Taehyung.” You address the young man and watch his eyes slowly lift to meet yours again.
His hair covered most of his forehead but you could see his unwelcoming gaze from a mile away.
“Do I know you, miss?” He replied curtly.
Your jaw dropped, eyes widening at his words.
“Y-Yes, it’s me? I’ve known you practically my whole life. “ You tell him, almost wanting to let out an unamused laugh at his act. Why was he messing with you? You two were far too old to be playing such games.
You knew Taehyung as much as you had known his sister. Obviously you were not that close by any means but you were not strangers. You had grown up with both of them and were friendly with each other.
“You’re not a fellow follower.” He says as he sígnales towards your neck and you don’t even have to glance down to know he was referring to your cross.
Fellow follower.
“I am, I’m a follower of Christ just like you and everyone else.” You scoff with a shake of your head. He was surely messing with you now.
Taehyung’s face twisted in repulse as he took a step back.
“Get away.” He spat before he turned to open his cottage door, slipping inside and harshly slamming it in your face before you could utter another word.
His actions left you stunned. You stood there for a few seconds as you tried to process what had just happened.
He had lost it.
You back away from his door, turning back to walk towards your home as you hurried your steps this time. The air seemed to be suffocating you now, it stung against your skin as you neared your cottage. You avoided taking a glance towards the woods that had gifted you the most unpleasant of memories but it was as if your curious nature knew no bounds.
Once you nearly reach your home, your head turns towards the tall trees before you, and you nearly halt in your steps when you notice a tall figure a few feet away. You crane your neck, trying to make out what it is. The figure is wearing a cloak but the never ending fog that had still not left ever since you had entered the woods lingered lowly, messing with your vision.
Your breath hitches when it turns its head, it’s a man. A very familiar looking man.
His side profile is evident, the sharp and attractive features are ones you would recognize anywhere. On his shoulder there was raven, a very large raven that stuck to him like a loyal pet.
Jungkook had not taken notice in you yet, he seemed distracted in something ahead of him. But the moment he fully turned around, you duck your head behind a bush. You squatted, your muscles straining as you prayed that the useless plants would hide you enough from his view. You poked your head to the side, eyeing the way his figure disappeared into the heavy fog.
You wasted not time in breaking out into a full run towards your cottage, your heart began beating again rapidly against your rib cage as you tried your best to not completely break down. You shut the door behind you, locking it in place as you let your back crash against it.
“My dear, what’s wrong?” Your father’s voice was heard in the distance but your mind was too preoccupied in filling out the puzzle.
Jungkook’s warnings about the witch. The little boy you had followed into the forest, what he had said to you about your cross. The ink on his skin.
It was all hitting you at once.
But it couldn’t be, could it?
He doesn’t like it, the little boy had said to you.
The unexplainable behavior you had just witnessed from his father, the strange behavior of all the villagers. Your mind ached at the very conclusion of what it could all lead to.
“There’s something wrong with Jungkook.” You whispered in terror to your father who had already made his way towards you.
Jungkook was the witch.
“I can’t marry him, father. I can’t marry him!” You shook your head rapidly, recalling every memory you had of him, every word he had ever spoken to you.
Every little detail you had overlooked. It was all starting to make sense yet your heart was refusing to give into your logical instincts. How was it possible? You couldn’t have been that foolish, could you? How was it possible that such evil had made its way into your village, into your home.
“What are you talking about, child?”
“H-He’s not who we think he is, I just saw him by the forest.” You begin to explain , coming to grab your father’s hands as you plead him to listen to you.
“He’s a witch! Please don’t make me marry him! Father please!” Your father doesn’t seem to know how to react, his eyes scan over your face as he furrows his eyebrows.
“Don’t be talk such nonsense.” He sputters out but you don’t the doubt in his voice, the tremble in it.
A violent knock makes you jump, your father flinching back as well. You both turn your head towards the door, your body is ready to go into full panic at any second.
“Who is it?” Your father calls out and you can tell how nervous he has gotten. He squeezed your arms back, silently commanding you to not speak a word.
“It’s Jungkook, sir.” The voice you once believed to be gentle and soft speaks at the other side. Your eyes are wide with fear as you take a glance towards your father. He swallows, giving you a warning look.
“She’s not here at the moment, boy.”
“I never asked if your daughter was home.” Jungkook stated in a neutral manner.
You lick your dry lips, your mouth becoming dry as the newfound anxiety starts traveling through your body. Your fingers are shaking against your father’s hands. You both remain silent , not sure what to respond but Jungkook doesn’t seem to have much patience because his next words are even more unsettling.
“Open the door.”
It’s a command.
He didn’t sound like the usual sweet boy you had interacted with all these months. No, he sounded like the monster in all of the bedtime stories your parents used to tell you about, he sounded like the very evil he had warned you about. 
“I’m sorry, my child.” Your father tells you and your taken aback by the overhwhelming emotion in his voice, his eyes telling the same story as his regretful words. “ I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
His eyes are glossy now, evidently trying his hold back his tears and that alone makes your heart drop. That feeling you had felt on your walk home from the forest that day you had gone to pick herbs returns in an instant, the dread running through your veins again and you feel it. The dark cloud was back but it was inside your home now and hovering right above you.
“What?” You force out, no longer curious but downright terrified about what his next words would be. Your eyes narrowed in suspiscioun, there no reason your father would be saying this to you if he didn’t know what was happening and what awaited outside.
“What did you do?” Your father closes his eyes at the slight crack in your voice, tears finally slipping out and trailing down his cheeks. He clenches his jaw as he hangs his head low but all you could focus on was the growing chaos outside, the the sound of cries hitting your ears and your heart sunk when you realized it was women who were crying out.
“What did you do?!” You demand again, raising your voice and you could feel the newfound tremble making it’s way through your hands as a heavy lump formed in your throat.
Your father ignored you.
“Go hide.” You started to shake your head but he closed the space between you two and gripped both your shoulders now, leveling down to meet your eyes.
“Go hide right now and don’t you dare come out. Go!” You flinched at his shout but followed his orders, your body felt like it was moving on it’s own your mind had completely disconnected itself from your doomed reality. You made your way down the narrow hallway, not even knowing where you could possibly hide yourself in such a small space. There was no way you would be able to successfully hide somewhere where he wouldn’t look.
You let out a sob as you paced back and forth inside your room, for a second you thought about escaping through your window but you knew you wouldn’t make it far when you caught a glipse of a line of black horses in the near distance. Your eyes squinted as you saw the figures mounted on top of them, the long cloaks that hung over their bodies and the symbol on them that you couldn’t make out.
“What the hell?” You muttered in misery, the sight itself felt like it was sentencing you to your end.
Turning back around, you ran towards your closet, opening the wooden doors but then you shut them again.
Too obvious,you fool, you thought to yourself.
In your panicked state, the only other place that crossed your mind was throwing your body underneath your bed. So, that’s exactly what you did. You crouched down, sliding underneath and shifting your body towards the middle, making sure no part of you was visible to the eyes of an intruder. You let out a breath, watching as your tears fell against the floor beneath you as you held your hands together at your chest.
It was quiet for a long time, too long. The only thing that was heard was distant voices and the sound of the stampede of horses, the heaviness of the arrival marked in the trotting of their hooves.
For a hopeful moment you begin to think Jungkook has left. But then, all the little hope leaves your body when your head the crashing sound of your front door breaking. You stiffen, hearing heavy footsteps make their way into your home. Your eyes are glued to the bottom of the shut door that is a few inches away.
You hear instant shuffling, the footsteps making their way down the hallway. A door is opened but it’s not the one that belongs to your room, it’s your father’s. You hear stuff being thrown around, glass shattering against the floor. Your hands curl up into fists, your eyes lowering down to your neck as you take the cross hanging from you into your shaking hands.
You hold it and press it to your mouth.
Then, your door is finally opened widely and you become frozen. Not a single inch of you dares to move, you hold your breath as your eyes take in the familiar pair of dark boots that walk inside your room, you take notice of the bronze chains hanging around them. He walks in confident slow steps, crossing over to your closet before ripping open the flimsy doors. It takes everything in you not to flinch at the sudden sound and terror of it all. You watch as he continue to walk around to the other side of the bedroom, your eyes not leaving his boots but they disappear out of your eye line when they had over to your window.
A few excruciatingly long seconds pass before you hear him walk back over to the door and you’re about to let out a relieved breath but once he reaches it, he halts in his steps. You watch as he steps back, turning his body and his boots are nearly right directly in front of you.
“You know, I’ve always wondered why humans are so blinded by their faith,” Jungkook speaks out-loud and you shiver at his tone, it’s deep but crisp. Like that of someone who knew exactly what they were always saying, that knew what to say.
“Blind faith is such fickle thing, so bound to disappoint you, time and time again.” He continues, taking a closer step towards the bed and you shut your eyes tightly, the tears had not stopped for a second. “But then, I realized that’s the appeal.”
“It makes humans so easy to maneuver, compels them do the most heinous of things.”
“Tell me,” His voice is nearly on top of you and you can’t help the yelp that leaves your lips when he suddenly bends down and a harsh grip is felt around your wrist, tugging you forward.
He wasted no time in bringing you to your feet, holding you up with ease despite you attempts at resistance.
You let out another cry, eyes opening fully as you come face to face with him . You hold in a gasp, Jungkook looked the same as ever but his eyes were ancient. Sharp eyebrows that only enhanced his unwelcoming stare and harsh appearance. He wore a dark red cloak, the hood covering most of his hair but you could see the dark strands poking out. There was bronze designs decorating it, patterns you had never before seen and would rather not find out what they represented.
It was then when you realized how naive you had been.
Jungkook had always been a stranger, he had never revealed his true identity. He had only fed you the image of a commoner, the image of another noble peasant. One that he was sure you would never suspect of, that nobody would suspect of.
His kind eyes and endearing smile that had once made you fall for him were nowhere to be found now. This wasn’t the shy boy desperate for your love and attention, the one eager to marry you. This was someone much older in wisdom and experience despite the youthful appearance.
It was the oldest trick in the book and you had fallen for it so easily.
“Was it your blind faith that made you believe you could escape me, little bride?”
You were full on wailing when you were dragged out of your bedroom, you had dug your feet against the floors but the man holding you was far too strong, lifting you with ease and he gripped a fist full of your hair when you attempted to throw a hit at him.
“Try that again and see what happens.” Jungkook hissed in your ear, tugging your hair more which caused another whimper to leave your lips. You can’t help the shock that runs through you at his actions, the man you had been promised to would have never laid a finger on you. That was it though , that man never existed.
Your eyes caught sight of your father who was tied to a kitchen chair, ropes were tied around his limbs, completely immobilizing him. That wasn’t it, there was also a black cloth tied around his mouth, leaving your father unable to speak out towards you. You watch him groan instead, his eyes bulging out as he took you in.
“Let him go!” You yelled out , twisting against the strong grip that held you and you felt Jungkook turn you around, black gloves hands grasped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his again.
“So sacrificial for daddy dearest who so easily gave you away to me.” He tells you as he glances towards your father and when he looks back at you, his eyes scan over your face as realization settles on him. A newfound smile tugging his lips.
“Oh,” He whispers in feigned surprise. “ He hasn’t told you yet, has he?”
Shame and anger fills you at the knowledge that he was right. You were yet to fully understand the severity of what your father had done and why you had seemed to know exactly what Jungkook was.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than what you are doing to me! You witch ” You scream at him, clenching your teeth.
Jungkook’a face darkens at your words and you’re expecting a slap to your face but it never comes. Instead, he lets out chuckle, one holding no humor.
“Is that so?” He asks you, cocking his head to the side. “Why don’t we ask your old man what happened to that young girl who disappeared in the forest then?”
Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours as your lips continue to wobble, snot running down your entire face, down your neck.
“Yujin was it?”
Your eyes dart back to your father, sweat is glistening down his forehead and the veins by his head pop out. He groans in response.
“The girl he brutally raped and left for dead.”
His words are like a straight arrow to the chest.
“No,” You shake your head, not believing the words you just heard. There was no way what this monster was spewing was true.
“That can’t be true.”
Eyes are set on your father again but he refuses to meet your gaze. Your heart sinks as he hung his head low, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Of course it is.” Jungkook replied with a wicked smile, grasping your jaw and tearing your eyes away from your father. “ I saw it all happen.”
“Why do you think he was so quick to accept my proposal? After all, I was the one who had to clean up his dirty work.” He scoffs, sending a glare towards your father. “ He didn’t even hesitate to offer his daughter when he realized what I had witnessed him do.”
His words evoked another wail from you, the revelation much worse then what you had imagined. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look towards your father, your heart felt like it was being shattered into a million pieces. You wanted to deny it, to not believe anything that he was saying but you knew it was true. Your father had already convinced himself with how he had not looked up once towards you.
Disgust filled you, growing nauseous at the very thought of the man who cared and loved you all these years had committed such a sin.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t have stopped there.” Jungkook continued, raising a dark eyebrows “You should be thanking me, who’s to say you weren’t his next victim?“
That caused your father’ face to flinch up. Strained groans leaving him as he frantically shook his head side to side in protest. The thought was repulsive and your skin crawled at his crude comment.
“Stop!” You demanded in an angry cry, refusing to listen to more of his sadistic descriptions.
“Why are you doing this?”
“To show you how the most holy of souls can be deceiving.” He tells you, eyes traveling down your neck and exposed chest area.
“To show you that karma often comes in human form.” Jungkook finishes with a grin, tapping the bottom of your chin.
Your father glared at Jungkook but you knew it must of done nothing to waver him because a few seconds of silence passed before Jungkook pulled you up against him again. His eyes took you in, and you didn’t like the invasive stare he gave you, it sent a shiver down your spine. He looked like he was in deep thought, his gaze then slowly drifted to your father’s as his lips tilted into a predatory smirk.
“I think we should show your father how much I appreciate our little deal.” Jungkook whispered against your cheek and you flinched back at his hot breath, your body instantly stiffened at his words.
“And what happens when you try to break that deal.”
“P-Please no, Jungkook.” You pull against him, only praying to somehow find a glimpse of that man who had charmed you all these past months. To find some of the kindness he had given you. “You don’t have to do this, y-you have been so good to me.”
“Shh,” He whispers into your hair. “ I’ll always be good to you, my little bride.”
He moves you both towards the kitchen table until your backside bumps against the wood. His fingers slide down your arms in slow motions before he tugs down the ends of your ruffled sleeves and he turns you around completely.
“As long as you behave.”
His words sent another wave of terror through you as realize what is about to happen. You instantly start twisting against him, letting out another blood-curling scream but his fingers come to wrap against your neck, squeezing harshly and you let out a choked sob.
“I know it’s technically tradition to bed on the wedding night but I do things a little differently.” His hands leaves your neck to come pull off the corset around your chest, not bothering to untie it, he simply rips it off in one quick motion. Your head is positioned downwards, your back arching as he bends you over the table and your hands come to grip the edges of the wood.
A whimper leaves you as he pulls the bottom of your white dress over your back, leaving you completely bare underneath, your boots hit against the legs a chair next to you as you hear him shuffle behind you.
“No!” You resist again but it’s useless, his fingers are around the back of your neck still and you feel him bend over to your ear, his hair tickling the side of your forehead.
“No?” He taunts back as his other hand palms your cunt, fingers sliding through your folds and your face scrunched up at the unexpected pleasure your body felt. You hated the wetness that begin to pool over his fingers as he continued his strokes.
“I think you’re more than ready for me, little bride.” Jungkook whispers harshly against you, and you shut your eyes when your hear them struggling cries of your father behind you. Utter shame and embarrassment was all you could feel on top of the immense fear that only got worse with every second.
Jungkook lifted his head back up and you hear his sickening voice direct itself at your father.
“Why do glum, old man? You get to see your precious daughter become a woman.”
You let out a breath when you feel the hard sensation against your entrance, Jungkook hands come to tightly grip your waist as he thrusts forwards without warning. You feel his length fill you up, forcing your walls to stretch and you instantly feel the burning sensation. A pained whimper leaves you, your fingers tightening against the wooden edges of the table.
He leaves no room for adjustment, his pace instantly brutal and relentless. Your body jolts with every hard thrust, each one seeming to suck air from your lungs as you involuntarily let out a whine.
“You have such a pretty cunt, taking my cock so well, my little bride.” Jungkook grunts behind you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was all that could be heard to your ears, not even the screaming and distressed chaos of the outside could distract you from your own miserable reality.
With the shake of the table, you watch your basket you had placed earlier on it fall to the ground, the berries and herbs falling everywhere on the floor.
“Ah!“ You voice at the feeling of particular hard thrust and you feel Jungkook’s hands move up your waist, coming to fully rip apart the front of your dress, the thin material tearing easily and making your breasts spill out. He grasps them harshly as continued to pound into you, your back arching at the force of his length filling you up completely. The feeling is so new to you, so unnatural and you bite your lips in order to suppress the moans threatening to slip from your lips. Your body was betraying your heart and mind, giving into the pleasure it was being subjected to.
“Fuck, you’re even better than I imagined.” He rasps as he continues to grope every inch of you, fingers pinching your nipples hard , causing another painful sensation to surge through you. His fingers flick on the nubs, while his other hand massages your other breasts.
“P-Please” Your vision is growing hazy with every roll of his hips, the wetness of your heat mixing with his own. He ignored your pleas, only letting out satisfied grunts of his own as his hand left your chest to come grasp your ass, smacking it roughly as he came to lay his fingers steadily against your lower back. Your body shakes in what you can longer decipher as pure fright or pleasure, most likely a combination of the two as you feel the pressure in your gut grow. You knit your eyebrows together at the overwhelming strange sensation you have never before felt and let the side of your face drop against the table, slightly turning your neck to catch a glimpse of the monster behind you.
Jungkook's face is narrowed in concentration, eyes locked on his cock thrusting in and out you, but when he catches sight of your teary gaze on his, he sends a sultry smirk your way. His pupils are completely blown out, the feeling of pure ecstasy and sin is clear in his eyes as he lets his head fall back in pleasure , the hood of his cloak falling off, revealing the rest of his dark locks.
“Does it hurt, my little bride?” He breathed, bringing his hands around your waist, hoisting your upper body up against him again and your head lifted up automatically. The tightness continued to build in you, growing more with each thrust.
“Looks like your daddy was even kind enough to grant me a little virgin,” He chuckled breathlessly behind you and you tremble when you feel his fingers travel down to your wet folds again, rubbing harshly against them. You let out another high-pitched whimper, finally feeling that tightness come undone, the forced orgasm sending waves of unwanted pleasure through you and your body soon falls limp against him.
Jungkook continued to roll his hips, making you feel another strange sensation, it's too much, far too much for your body.  A pained cry leaves you once again as you feel hot liquid filling your insides, you flinch forwards but Jungkook’s grip is like steel, keeping you in place as he slows his movements. You feel him thrust a few more times before he pulls out, the action should have brought you some relief but you nearly recoil when you feel the warm feeling trailing down your legs, his release tainting you completely.
You let out a shaky breath.
It’s over.
Your legs are too weak to maintain your weight anymore and you let yourself slowly side down to the ground, letting out ugly sobs as you hang your head down in shame. You didn’t want to even glance at your father, the feelings of humiliation and anger were too conflicting. You couldn’t bear to even acknowledge he had witnessed every moment of that. Your eyes travel down your legs, noticing the slight blood stained on the bottom of your calves. You try your best to cover your exposed chest but the rip Jungkook had made is too severe, so you simply attempt to cross your arms around you as you turn to your side.
You hear Jungkook adjusting himself, the sound of armor shifting and you take a quick glance at him positioning a dagger on his belt. His face holds no emotion as he stares down at your figure. You watch him slide on his black gloves again before he kneels down in front of you, yanking your chin upwards.
“You better hope you’re as fertile as you look and feel.”
With that, he pulls off his long cloak, covering you with it and tying it around your neck. He makes sure every part of you is covered, tying it in the middle parts as well. While he’s moving aside your hair from the hood, his eyes fall on the cross on your neck, and his gaze hardens instantly. He gives you a knowing look before his gloved fingers lift it up.
“You won’t be needing this where we are headed.” He states as he rips it off your neck, throwing it harshly against the floor.
“No!” You reach out to go grab it but he pushes you back with ease, a glare forming in his dark eyes at your defiance.
“Why continue to pray to a God who let this happen to you?” He smirks, raising an eyebrow and you’re surprised to feel how much his words impacted you in that moment. The vulnerable state didn’t help the already whirlwind of emotions bubbling inside you, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s right.
“ How pathetic are you? Hm? There’s no God that will help you now.” His voice takes an edge towards the end as his face inches closer, his forehead touching yours.
“No miracle will be able to take you away from me.” Jungkook says, his voice deepening and swear you could see the raging fire behind his eyes. “The only God you will worship from now on is me.”
The smell of smoke greets you the moment you step outside, Jungkook’s painful grip is on your arm once again and you’re practically dragging your feet to walk. Your legs feel sore, and you feel disgusting, used. Your body has not been able to stop trembling and it only worsens when you take sight of what’s happening ahead of you. Angry fires are being set on countless cottages, there’s women weeping on the grounds with lifeless bodies on their laps as they try to shake them awake. The cries of babies tug at your heart and you grow nauseas at the revolting scene in front of you. Dozens of cloaked figures just like the one beside you are throwing women in carriages, chaining them together as they gather the children into a completely different carriage. 
What’s even more horrifying is that none of them are protesting.
They walk in straight lines, eyes void of any emotion or life. They don’t seem the least bit phased by the chaos amongst them, they follow the men in cloaks blindly with steps that resemble that of soldiers. 
You let out a gasp when you recognize a familiar face.
The small figure walks behind a man and woman, a white cloth is wrapped around his eyes but the circular stained spots on the material suddenly make you realize that the boy had no eyes. The blood of his wound is clear on the cloth, giving away the unforunate reality. 
The little boy from the woods.
It had not been an illusion.
Bile threatens to move up your throat at the sight, your palms coming to cover your mouth as you watch him enter one the carriages.
But not before he turns his head, nearly twisting his neck in an unnatural angle and sends you a wide smile.
Jungkook takes notice instantly, his eyes closing in on him and he reminds you of the very creature you had seen on his shoulder earlier. He looked like a raven in that second, caustiously observing one of his preys. Everything about him seemed to fit the ill perceived animal, he carried the heavy and dark energy of a bad omen.
How had he masked it before so well?
“Children make the best sacrfices.” He breathed against your cheek, his hold on your waist tightening as he let one his hands come lay right above your lower stomach.
You recoil at what he is implying.
“Come along, my little bride.” He guides you away from the crowd, dragging you over to one of the carriages that awaits. 
You turn your head, sending one last look towards your father’s limp body that still was inside your home. Jungkook had slid a sword right into his neck, and another in his groin. His lifeless body was tied to the chair still, blood seeping through the wooden floors as his eyes stared upwards. His head had flopped to the side, allowing him to look at you, even if there was no remains of left of him. 
Jungkook yanked your chin towards him, gloved fingers bruising your skin as he sent you a threaning look before he motioned you to climb into the carriage. He shut the door behind you and your fingers gripped the metal bars of the opening. You officialy felt like a prisoner, and not at all like the bride he claimed you as.
“Get comfortable, we have a long ride ahead.” He tilted his lips upwards,  brushing his hands agsint your fingers before he turned to walk away.
Your jaw clenched, more angry tears falling as the carriage begins to move and you feel so helpless. A new fear came with getting taken from the only home you had ever known, your fingers tightened against the bars, as if they would stop the carriage from moving. Your body swayed with every movement of the carriage, the sight of your village becoming smaller and smaller and the smell of smoke soon clearing from your nostrils but the burning sensation lingers.
It wasn’t until there was no sight of flames , no sight of the familiar cottages and certainly no sounds of heart wrenching wails that you let your head drop to the side. Your eyes stared at the sky, memories of  your life at the village flooding in and you wished you had savored the last moments of freedom you had before tragedy had struck.
Before evil had taken you.
The cawing was back, and so was the raven. Your eyes zoomed in on the creature flying high above and you glared at it. There was no knowing if it had been the same one you had seen in the woods all those times but somehow you felt like it was, the cawing sounded like mockery to your ears.
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PAIRING : Yandere!Jungkook x Prostitute!Reader
SUMMARY : Being in the business of selling pleasure, you're no stranger to customers getting a little too attached. But when the head of the syndicate that has painted your town red arrives to stake his claim on the club you work in, all you can think about is making you paycheck fatter. You'd never been shy about your love for material possessions and if there was anyone who could give you things beyond your wildest dreams, it was the Boss, Jeon Jungkook. It took some convincing but he fell in your lap. What you didn't expect was his attachment. It only proves to be...too much.
GENRE : Yandere AU, Mafia AU
WC : 8K+
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, explicit smut (18+), violence, guns, descriptions and mentions of dead bodies, threats and implications of sexual assault, yandere themes etc.
I do not own BTS. This in, no way, reflects their real personalities. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.
My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.
AN : Merry Christmas! I really enjoyed writing this one-shot. If you guys like it, I could be persuaded to write the aftermath of the ending considering the fact that JK will only get crazier :)And if not, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions you might have or just anything you wanna say through the asks. Love you! <3
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"Hey, it's time." A brunette head popped in through the unlocked door, causing a squeak to fall out from the mouth of the man moving above you, his heavy frame surprised by the intrusion.
The intruder went away as quick as she had come, unfazed by what she had seen. The same couldn't be said for the man who had frozen still above you. What had he been expecting?
A whorehouse didn't exactly bring a lot of privacy with it.
As soon as the double gated doors to the entrance of the VIP section opened, everyone stilled in their places. A group of men stepped into the dimly lit area, in the middle of which stood the guest of the evening. Jeon Jungkook.
White shirt, starched to perfection, buttons gleaming. You wondered if they were made of silver, the reflection they created gleaming in your eyes. Aside from the silver chain dangling from his thick, corded neck and the buttons of his shirt, your eyes were caught on his exposed chest. Tan, smooth skin shone under the golden lights, three unopened buttons on his shirt exposing the muscled chest for the world to see. Money always looked sexy to you, tonight especially so.
Standing at the back, partially hidden area as you were, you stole a flute of champagne from one of the servers moving past you to serve to the guests.
Jimin had rushed towards the new owner of this club, bowing and ushering him inside. The professional smile upon his face never faltered, although you could notice the visible shake in his hand as he motioned the waiters to come forward.
The stoic man, not a single shred of acknowledgement upon his face raised his hand up without giving the waiter a glance and muttered what you presumed was an order for hard whiskey because that was what he was presented with.
As soon as the man had sat down on the black couch, the men around him relaxed, a few taking drinks of their own. Except the ones who still stood around him, rigid as if made of granite.
The girls on the poles began their show as the lights lowered further and music began playing.
Now was your time.
As you strutted to where the boss was sitting, silk robe fluttering around your thighs and hair bouncing as you swayed your hips from side to side, you knew what you wanted to do was dangerous.
But you knew men like him. They noticed daring.
And that watch on his thick wrist, adorning golden skin that was exposed due to the pushed back sleeves, looked way too good.
You knew every single man in the area was looking at you, salivating. You dwelled in it, bathed in their desire. It fuelled your confidence.
Except the man you wanted to notice you wouldn't look in your direction. Jungkook was talking to a man who stood at the end of the couch he was sitting on, a glass held in his large palm, the golden liquid shining under lighting of the same hue.
As you neared the back of his couch, the men standing around it glared at you, one of them getting in your way.
You smiled at him, putting a hand in the middle of his chest. The silver cross hanging from his neck made you want to snatch it but you curbed the urge. It was their group's symbol. You'd be shot on sight.
For a second, your heart thumped. What you touched felt too hard, too weirdly shaped to be a wallet or handkerchief.
It broke your composure for a moment, the realisation that these men were dangerous and the one you were aiming for was the most dangerous of all.
But it's better to be on the devil's side than on his way.
So you widened your smile, speaking through your glossy lips, "calm down, big boy. I'm just here to help your boss relax."
As your robe slipped down your shoulder, his stance loosened and you pushed him aside, throwing a smile over your bare shoulder before you lowered your head down to the ebony head sitting on the couch.
Spreading your palm upon his shoulder that felt tense, you began moving it downward towards his chest slowly. But before you could make much progess, your wrist got caught in a grip of iron. The hand clutched your wrist so tight, you felt your blood circulation get cut off.
"Whoa. If that's how you lik-"
The humor in your tone got cut off instantly as he pushed you to stand in front of him.
Despite the height difference caused by him sitting and you standing, in your heels no less, you felt like he was looking down upon you. A sneer upon his chiseled face and fire in his eyes burned you.
But you were a professional.
So pasting a sweet smile upon your face, you began whispering, sweet as sugar, "Let m-"
"Who gave you the permission to touch me, girl?" The sneer upon his face hardened.
Your subconscious giggled, 'You fucked up this time, YN.'
But you didn't wanna die, so you leant down, your cleavage on display, and splayed out your hand,
"I noticed your glass was emptying, sir. So I-"
Your words were cut off as the same hand that had imprisoned your wrist wrapped around your throat, squeezing at the sides. His eyes dug into yours before pushing you away from him.
You gained your balance before you landed upon your ass and lost your seductress front.
By that time, he had disappeared into the darkness of the girl's booths with one of the girls.
The astrology predictions was right when it said that your zodiac would face losses in business today.
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Before you'd clocked out for the night, you went to Jimin's desk to collect your cheque. As you rounded the corner, you were met with the sight of Shanice standing in front of Jimin. She had her head down, staring at the ground as Jimin ranted.
"-really unprofessional. He was raising questions about the performance of my girls. You know I don't tolerate that Shanice. I've built this place from the ground up. What would we do if he de-"
"Hey I'm leaving." You stopped him in between.
He looked over from staring at Shanice in disappointment to looking in your direction, face red from shouting.
"Yeah, here." He went behind his desk to write the cheque after checking your appointments from his computer. As he was writing, Shanice took her leave, nodding an acknowledgement to you before leaving. You patted her back. Everyone had a bad day in this business every once in a while and you sympathized with her.
"Why were you pissed at her?" You asked Jimin, putting a cheque in your Louis Vitton vintage handbag.
"Jeon wasn't satisfied. Taunted me saying my girls aren't worth the hype."
Your eyes widened. Shanice had some of the highest paying clients so it couldn't be that she was bad.
"Maybe.....he's into men?" You questioned meekly.
Jimin gave you an exasperated look. It had been a long night for everybody.
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The next week, exactly seven days later, Jungkook showed up again. When you'd heard the news, you rushed out, determined to get him to notice you this time.
Dressed in a babydoll gown, you sauntered over to him, deciding to play up the shy act this time since he hadn't seemed to like the bold face of you.
He looked angry tonight, fire brewing in his eyes.
As you walked in his direction, his eyes dragged over your figure. Before you could bat your eyelashes at him, he clutched the arms of the two girls nearest to him, dragging them away.
You pouted. Were you losing your charm?
Seeing Shanice walk out of her booth, you sidled up to her.
"Hey Shan. What'd you do with the Jeon's paycheck?" You asked, wanting to secretly figure out how much a night with the boss could pay.
"Haven't been able to touch it. Its been sitting in my drawer like a rock." She said, a conflicted look upon her face.
"Was he that bad? Too sma-" You began sniggering as she shushed you, glancing around you two frantically.
"Do you wanna die?" She whisper-yelled.
You pulled a sad face. "Damn, it was that bad, huh?"
She finally let out a laugh that sobered up as soon as the sound reached your ears.
The booth that Jungkook and the two girls had disappeared into emanated sounds of cries and loud, strung out moans.
"So....clearly it wasn't bad in that sense." You spoke.
"Well, the sex itself was great. Just the fact that he put a gun to my head as he began climaxing froze me up." She spoke, glancing towards the door.
You froze. Gun? Was he into necrophilia?
"Dying for the dick took a literal meaning." You whispered, eyes bulging out.
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The two girls didn't have the same near death experience as Shanice but the boss clearly wasn't satisfied. Jimin shouted at the girls again, who seemed bewildered to say the least. According to them, he'd climaxed and they had too.
By the time Jeon arrived next week, you had connected the dots. And this time you had a plan. Gun or no gun, you wanted that cheque. The next day when one of the girls showed up with an emerald pendant she'd splurged the cheque upon, your insides were as green as the rock dangling from her pale neck.
Your amazon subscription was ending this week!
So when the man arrived next week, you were prepared. Smoky eyeshadow bringing out your eyes and clad in black lingerie, you looked every bit the seductress you wanted to look like.
Seeing him, however, brought a hesitation in your step. He looked angry.
raging, even.
You'd heard the news. The two gangs were fighting again. The area was becoming more dangerous to operate in and bloodshed was only on the rise.
Veins straining against the golden skin of his throat, jaw clenched shut and a storm brewing behind his eyes. The droplets of ruby red upon his white shirt didn't help either.
This time, however, he kept his eyes upon you until you reached his side.
You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to the punch.
"Want it that bad, huh? Better make it worth my while, girl." He sneered, thin pink lips twisting as he clamped his hand around your wrist.
By the time, you reached the room and he peeled back the red curtain, you'd regained your bearings.
He walked inside the small room, awash with red light, his walk as tense as the rest of his body.
Spotting the red chaise lounge, he sprawled in top of the red velvet. Eyes burning a hole in your body, he beckoned you forward with a crooked finger, face giving no indication of anything he might be feeling.
You took your sweet time walking towards him, heels clicking against the floor.
You kneeled down in between his sprawled legs, running your hands up his muscled thighs. Reaching the zipper, you bent your head down, putting the metal between your teeth and pulling it down. The sharp intake of breath from above you made you want to look up, ruffle your hair and smirk at him.
And so you did.
His eyes narrowed at your audacity. Grabbing your wrist, he pressed your palm over his crotch. Just for a moment, his hips raised up into your palm, large eyes drooping as if they wanted to close.
But as soon as you felt that he had fallen under your spell, his eyes snapped open,
"I pay you to suck my cock. Not to fucking ogle at me."
With these venomous words, his hands made a makeshift ponytail by gathering your hair in his large fist. Raising at eyebrows at his words, while taking monster out of its boxers made cage, you wanted to mutter touché.
But his fist pressing down upon your head made you bow your head before you could speak and the mouth you'd opened to tease him was now filled with a cock that made you look back on your comments to Shanice.
Oh how wrong you'd been.
Trying to wrap your hand around the entire girth, you suckled on the tip, gradually taking more inches down your throat. As you suckled, you raised your eyes up. Knowing how wanton you looked. How alluring. Numerous men had told you so.
As soon as he saw your eyes trying to catch his gaze, he glared into your eyes. Immediately, you softened the look in your eyes, making yourself tear up as you choked. The eyeliner falling down your cheeks in streaks, you stared at him with tears swimming in your eyes.
Spittle left from the corners of your mouth, coating your neck and chin. As another line of water went past the rim of your eyes, your tongue began caressing his frenulum, hand working up and down his hard shaft.
As you felt the salty precum fill your mouth, you raised up his white shirt that covered his abdomen, caressing the abs before running your nails down his skin. As the ribbons of red broke out on the honey skin, his cock pulsed on your tongue and you were sure he was gonna erupt.
But with a curse, he jerked you off, breathing hard with his eyes closed.
You gave him a pouty smile as you stood up. Seeing his hands reaching towards the thin straps of your gown, you stepped back quickly, giggling.
"Patience is a virtue, sir." Although in his line of work, you wouldn't exactly expect him to have come across any virtues.
Looking straight into his eyes as they stuck onto you like a leech, you caressed the black straps. Hooking a finger underneath each, you pushed the gown off your shoulders, shimmying out of it till it fell on the floor.
Bare breasts, flushed with perspiration was exposed to his greedy eyes. The look that overcame his face was feral, almost scary. Teeth hooking onto his pink bottom lip, he let out a breath, nostrils flaring.
You turned around, the look was arousing you way too much when you had a show to put on.
Holding the sides of your underwear, you pushed it down your legs, bending the whole way down. You knew your mission was achieved when you heard a broken growl-like sound come out of his chest, goosepimples erupting across the flesh of your cheeks that were in his direct sight.
Taking your sweet time before turning around to face him, you smiled at him sweetly, ignoring his starved look.
"Do you regret making me wait so long, sir?"
The only answer you got was his clenched hands shooting out to clamp around your wrists and jerk you forwards.
You laughed, the teasing sounds echoing from the red velvet covered walls. Climbing up the chaise lounge, you placed your knees on either side of his spread thighs, your bare heat just a few inches from his shaft that lay, pulsing and red on his abdomen that had your nail marks.
His tattooed hands had clamped around your hips, digging his fingers deep enough to leave clear indents. He tried to push you down but you stopped him, placing hands on his broad shoulders. Jungkook looked up, a confused and impatient look marring his handsome face.
You cupped your hand under his chin, making sure he was looking into your eyes as you lowered down onto his cock. A breath whistled out of his open mouth, a moan leaving yours as your slick core sucked him in easily. Clamping around the hot rod, you moved slowly. Making sure his eyes were open and looking into yours, you kissed his lips. The curtain that had been hiding the soul behind his irises fell away. He stared into your orbs, unblinking as your tongue traced the seam of his mouth, ending at his lip ring to suckle at it gently, lapping at the piercing. His head bowed back, exposing the thick neck that you chose to run your tongue up against, collecting the sweat and kissing a mole that was on the side of his neck. Within a moment, his head snapped back up, palms clutching your waist and pushing you towards the surface of the chaise lounge. One knee on the surface and a strong leg on the floor, he hovered above you.
His half undressed state, pants around his thighs and unbuttoned shirt made your cunt quiver.
His face hardened. Putting a hand on your chest, in the middle of your breasts, he began thrusting. It was your time to be breathless. From leaving your slit so that only the thick tip was breaching it to going deep till not an inch was left, he did it again and again. His cock curved perfectly, hitting the spot inside you that made the toes of your raised legs curl in pleasure. His pace brutal, he slammed in you so that the sound of skin slapping against the skin was deafening.
His hand that was on your chest, moved up to wrap around your throat, pressing on the sides of your neck to cut of the supply of air to your brain.
You let out a long moan, pleading with your eyes and your words as a string of 'please, please more' left your drooling mouth.
As your eyes rolled back into your skull, the veins in his dick imprinting themselves on your walls made you a bumbling mess. His pace never slackened. Opening your eyes, the look on his face made you whine. Dark eyebrows slashed down, a look of concentration marred his features. The chain swinging from his neck as he fucked dangled in front of your eyes.
A small black cross. The cross that only the Jeon syndicate wore.
And the black signifying his status as the supreme leader of the group. The realisation that you were fucking the Jeon Jungkook almost made you climax.
The man that had terrorised this country since he was a teenager.
You were a sick fuck.
His hand that had been choking you cracked your jaw open, fingers sliding into your mouth as he slammed into you.
"Got a real mouth on you, huh? Can't find anything sassy to say now, YN?"
Hearing him say your name for the first time that you had never told him made you screech out your orgasm. Your chest rose up, tears leaking out of your eyes, breasts heaving as you sucked his fingers, laving wetly between the fingers.
By now, his irises had been overtaken by black. The black looked wild contrasted by the red light of the room, creating dark shadows on his sharp cheekbones.
Reaching up, you clutched at his hair, pulling at them as his pace quickened, close to his climax. His cock began pulsing as he breathed heavily, grunting. Suddenly, a gleam entered his eyes as his hand moved towards his pants and pulled out a shiny, metal object.
A gun.
Putting it in front of your face, he put the finger on the trigger.
As much as you had expected this, your insides clamped with fear. He groaned, your tight walls milking him.
Looking in his eyes, you moved your head forward towards the mouth of the gun.
His eyes widened, the nasty smirk that had been on his lips wiped out as you wrapped your mouth around the muzzle of the metal, sucking lightly.
Batting your eyes at him, you sucked at the end of the gun.
It was ripped out from your lips and a weight fell upon you as his chest met yours, his cock piercing your hole so roughly, the oversensitivity made you scream.
His pace stuttered as a mouth clamped around your neck, teeth digging into the skin.
You caress his ear, rubbing at the shell.
All was quiet for a long moment as you stared at the ceiling, making sense of the fact that you had survived Jungkook.
The weight that had just begun to feel comfortable was off you all of a sudden.
Seeing his back, muscles dancing under the skin as he buttoned up his shirt and pulled his pants up, you smiled. The paycheck was about to be good tonight, you could tell.
A flash of silver caught your eyes as his watch landed near your head, the silver glowing in the light.
"Saw you eyeing it the first time we met."
With these words, he was gone.
You smiled, you knew exactly the shop you could sell this chunk of metal at for an absurd amount of money.
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Jungkook was back the very next day.
Seeing Jimin's mouth gape like that of a fish made you laugh.
The club had just opened, the crowd was yet to come in the floors below and so your VIP area was absolutely barren. In fact, you had just come in as well.
You were ecstatic. Last night's paycheck had been beyond your dreams. Another paycheck like this and you would be all set for your Paris trip the following month. You had planned to spend a week in Paris, a vacation you had talked to Jimin about.
Jungkook had walked in and demanded you, refusing any drinks offered to him. That night, sober and sharp, he was even more intense than the night before, making you climax a total of three times, even going down on you before he fucked you brutally. You were in heaven.
Money and orgasms. Your two favorite things in the world.
This repeated each night throughout the week. He would arrive at the earliest possible hour and occupy you till it was time to close the club down and Jimin was timidly knocking on the door. He wouldn't dare say anything, he valued his life too much for that (the intimidating guards standing outside the room didn't help) but he would knock once to signify that it was the early hours of dawn. Not that it was always heard, the lewd sounds emanating from the room drowning out the sound of a timid knock.
You began noticing changes in Jungkook's demeanor. Changes you didn't exactly like. His emotionless mask would only stay on until you reached the room, the mask slipping away to reveal a look of hunger and almost.... desperation that seemed to increase each day.
Not to mention, one night after he'd left, you found your panties missing. You were pissed.
They were so expensive!
When he came over on Tuesday, the end of the weekdays for you, Wednesday being a holiday, his energy seemed weird.
Instead of leaving after he was done as he always did, Jungkook lingered around.
You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he wouldn't leave.
Then he opened his mouth,
"I want you to come with me to a party tomorrow. I don't have anyone else to ask."
His stoic face betrayed nothing, except his orbs. Expectant and anxious, as if scared you would refuse.
And you would. It was an off day for you tomorrow!
"You don't have anyone else to ask, sir? Are you sure about that?" You smirked at him, without fear. In the past week, you'd realised he wouldn't punish you for running your mouth.
He sighed, tongue poking his cheek as he looked at the walls.
"Why can't you come?"
"Wednesday is my only off day."
He stared at you for a moment before opening the door.
You thought he'd walk out.
But he shut the door as he came back into the room.
A chequebook in hand, he sat down on the chair on the far end of the room.
You began laughing, unsure if he was doing what you thought he was doing.
But you were curious too. How much money would convince you to give up the only off day you had in the entire week?
Putting the cheque face down on the space next to your thighs, he exited the room, saying
"Be ready at 7."
Holding up the cheque, signed with your name on the recipients column, the space next to Amount Payable was empty.
A blank cheque.
You sighed. Turns out, your off day could be brought with money.
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Sitting in the most expensive car you'd ever seen in your life, you felt as if you were bathing in luxury. Cream leather seats, woodsy scent wafting in the air-conditioned surroundings and the driver's section partitioned off with a black panel, you truly knew what it meant to travel in style.
Leaning back against the seats, you sighed and sipped from a flute of bubbe champagne that the chauffeur had handed to you as you stepped in to sit beside the man who had requested your presence for tonight.
Looking outside, you were basking in the lights that reflected off the blackened windows. This part of the city was always amazing to travel through. High-end brands, most talked about shopping complexes and the most expensive restaurants littered the streets.
From the corner of your eye, you spied a tattooed hand creeping towards yours. Whipping your head around to face him, you quipped,
"Do you wanna hold my hand, sir? Here you can." Slipping your hand into his, you pulled the enjoined palms to rest upon your thigh.
Unable to resist the opportunity to tease him, you spoke up
"Don't worry, I don't charge for that. Not yet anyway."
His orbs twinkled with amusement yet his lips did not turn up to smile.
The car stopped under a two-storeyed building. The first floor being the ballroom, where you imagined you were heading to and upon the second floor- the most opulent restaurant in the town. A few of your friends had talked about - how it was almost impossible to get a reservation here. Anyone who was anyone wanted to post a picture dining at one of the tables, overlooking the river that flowed through its neighbourhood.
You wondered if you could sneak upstairs while Jungkook was busy at the party to click a picture at the doors of this place. your Instagram had been too barren lately.
Walking through the lobby of the building, you were reminded of who you were with. Everyone around you seemed to shrink away from the space that the man beside you walked through. As you looked around the marble and glass beauty, every other person in the place refused to meet your eyes.
You were whisked away to the elevator, two bodyguards stepping inside while four men stood watch throughout the lobby area.
As the lift descended the first floor, you grew confused. The hand that was still held in Jungkook's warm palm tugged you outside the lift to the short hallway. You looked at him confused.
The door to the restaurant was wide open, a short balding man standing at the gate. As the two of you neared, he bent at the waist, not moving back up before Jungkook let out a small hum.
"Sir, your table is r-"
"Lead the way." His deep voice commanded. You look at his face, but he refuses to look back at you, staring ahead as you move into the opulent place.
Freeing your hand from his clutch, you place it upon the bend at his elbow, tugging at it to make him look at you.
"Why are we here? Is this the party? Pretty lame. I mean, we're the first ones here." You spoke. You'd always believed in being fashionably late.
"The party's cancelled so I thought that we could come eat something." He spoke, stopping at the large, round table placed near the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the flowing river. Twinkling city lights and serene music playing softly in the background, you felt like the main character in a movie. But this wasn't Pretty Woman and you weren't Julia Roberts.
"We didn't have to come here. Its pre-" You began as Jungkook pushed in your chair with you on it before moving to sit down. He stopped however as you spoke the words.
"You don't like it?" He spoke slowly, gaze tracing your features as if to discern the truth.
You loved it honestly. You'd never been to any place that smelled more of money than the very air in this restaurant. But you knew how expensive some places could be and while you weren't opposed to splurging every once in a while, much less when it was coming from other's pocket, you felt as if you'd already taken a lot. You could be a bit money hungry but you weren't a bad person.
But with Jungkook's statement it felt like you'd be doing harm to every person in the vicinity. With his words, the old man's nervousness became much more noticeable. The head shining down upon his bald head reflected off the droplets of sweat that became pronounced as Jungkook stared at him sternly, as if this was his fault. Honestly, the poor man looked like he was going to cry.
"No! It's beautiful here, I love it." You intervened.
Jungkook finally sat down, unbottoning his suit jacket and sending the man away.
With no other company, you looked out the window as you felt the gaze of the man sitting across from you. It was unnerving. You were good in sexual situations, not ones that were filled with awkward silence.
Suddenly a thought came to your head and you fished out your phone, handing it to Jungkook.
He looked at you with a blank look on his face.
"Could you please click a picture of me? I've always wanted to come here."
Without hesitation, he began clicking away as you posed. Some smiling prettily and a few with goofy faces to send to your friends. The fact that the head of a crime syndicate was your photographer made you giggle. What an absurd turn of events.
"Do you like posting pictures?" He asked, eyes still stuck to the screen as he snapped away.
"I guess so. I like taking pictures whenever I go to some nice place or while I'm travelling. I'm hoping to take a lot of pictures when I travel next month." You babbled, sedated by the low conversation and soothing lights.
Before you could ask if you should call for the menu, multiple waiters with several platters appeared before your table. Without even breathing in your direction, they put the plates upon the table and left.
The fact that the table was already set and the menu pre-decided made you suspicious. Absence of any other diners apart from you didn't help either.
But that could wait.
You loved food. It was the one reason you loved having a full bank account. You could splurge on food anytime, without thinking twice. As you dug in, you lost yourself in the aroma and complexity of flavors.
By the time you stopped to take a break, half the dishes were cleared which was a testament to the fact that a large quantity of food had been put on the table.
But between the two of you, it seemed the table may be cleared sooner than you'd thought.
Jungkook ate with gusto. Honestly watching him eat whetted your appetite even more. He would stare at you for a while before you'd give him a questioning look and then he'd go back to eating again. This pattern repeated for a while until the man in front of you picked up a napkin and after dabbing at the corners of his mouth, began speaking in a cautious, practiced tone,
"Do you like your job?"
You looked at him with a bewildered expression on your face.
"I don't mind it." You spoke cautiously.
After staring at you for a moment, he spoke again
Your mouth popped open. Was he being serious? Was he looking down at your job? At least you weren't killing people and filling your banks with blood money, you sneered.
“Uh to pay rent? Buy groceries? Travel?” You spoke, tone patronizing as if explaining it to a young kid.
Probably sensing your tone and disengagement, he steered the conversation towards another topic.
“You like traveling? Is that why you're going to Paris?” He asked, twirling the whiskey that was in glass in his hand.
Watching the amber liquid swirl, you jolted out of your carbohydrate-induced bliss.
“How’d you know I’m going to Paris?”
Without a stutter, he replied, “You just told me.”
“No I didn't.” You didn't recall telling him that.
But the confidence in his tone and the unflinching way in which he returned your gaze made you question yourself. You could’ve mentioned it. You did mention vacation at the beginning of the evening, would it be too far-fetched to assume you’d mention the trip you were most looking forward to?
You looked up from the tablecloth you’d been digging holes into, trying to scour your memories. His voice broke you out of your reverie.
“I have a...proposition for you.”
“Hm?” Did he want you to suck his dick under the table? It would explain why he brought you here.
“Quit your job at the club. Come work for me.” His voice deepened, hand reaching across the table, trying to find your hand but you had already put it in your lap.
“You want me to be your exclusive whore?” You bit out.
He winced. His hand came to rub at his nape. He was such a dichotomy. You felt that if you were to call over the bald man from before, he would take a picture of this Jungkook just to be sure that it was what he was seeing through his eyes.
“It doesn't have to be like th-”
“No Jungkook. I don't wanna be bound to one man like that.” You interrupted him.
“Why? Is it about the money? You know I can give you all the money you want. You'd never want for anything. I'll even take you on vacations often. Wherever you want to go. We cou-” He spoke, breathing picking up.
“No. I can earn all the-” You tried to stop him.
But the sound of his hand slamming down upon the table so hard that all the plates trembled was enough to silence you.
His face was tense, breathing fast and hand clenched into a tight fist, he unbuttoned the topmost button on his shirt before speaking, looking much calmer and collected.
“It's for your own good, YN. The dispute between us and the other group is at its peak and you know that damned club’s caught in the middle of it. It's also no secret that I fuck you regularly. To them, there’s nothing quite as delicious as spoils of war.
If something happens, don't say I didn't warn you.”
With a long look into your eyes, his hand raised up to motion something. a waiter came over with a few desserts.
Sweet delicacies that tasted bitter with fear.
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This was the third time it was happening.
Ever since your meeting with Jungkook, he’d decided that not letting you earn at all was your punishment. Otherwise, what other reason could he have to do this?
Ever since that night, he’d book your earliest slot in advance. However, he’d not show up until later that night to take you, effectively not letting you take on other customers by blocking the time. The club wasn't like a doctor’s office that if you missed your appointment, the doctor could move on to another patient. Nuh-uh, the girl would have to wait for that customer to show up while sitting idle the entire night.
Besides, this was the boss’ appointment you were talking about. Jimin would hang you from the ceiling if you dared defy his orders.
Sighing, you looked towards the bodyguards stationed outside your door, moving to ask them the same question you’d ask them every other night.
“Why hasn't sir arrived yet?”
And like every other night, you received the same answer,
“We do not know. He must be busy, miss Y/L/N should wait for him.”
To hell with waiting!
You stormed out, eyes searching for Jimin to complain to him about the unfairness of it all. This must a business loss for him too.
Spotting him near the bar, instructing one of the bartenders, you call out his name as you reach him.
“Jimin! Hey I need to ta-”
“YN, I was just going to look for you. Please be a dear and go into my office. There's a package for you.”
“Just go.” He pushed you away, in the direction of the small cabin.
Opening the glass door, you saw a large, blue velvet covered box lying on one side of the mahogany table. You pick it up, seeing the paper pasted on the top signed as ‘Jungkook’ in a scratchy scrawl.
Opening it, you come face to face with a gorgeous necklace studded with diamonds the size of your smallest toe. Putting it on your neck, the diamonds drip onto your chest, making you feel all bubbly inside.
and when that night Jungkook shows up, you smack a kiss onto his lips as he asks,
“Like it?”
“Love it.”
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Putting the hoop through your ear piercing, you picked up the new tube of lipstick, dabbing it onto your moist lips. Your makeup routine was done for the night. You smiled at your reflection.
A knock on the door of your booth persuaded you to walk away from the mirror and open the thin door.
Hana stood outside, a soft smile on her face. You'd always liked her. She was nice and minded her own business most of the time.
"Hey YN. You wanna grab a drink? Business is really slow tonight so Jimin said we could chill for a while." She spoke, glancing at the bodyguards standing at both sides of the door, staring stoically ahead.
"Sure, let's go." You could really do with a drink right now.
Walking to the bar area, you perched upon the stool and rested your elbows on the island.
As the Shawn placed a fruity looking drink in front of both of you, you shifted to face Hana. Seeing her look weirdly nervous, you nudged her.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Feels like I'm sitting with the Queen of England. All the girls are way too scared to approach you, you know?" She giggled anxiously.
You snorted, a bit of the drink trickling out of your nose.
"Would the Queen do this? But seriously, did I kill someone in my sleep?" You questioned.
She gave you an incredulous look.
"You're with the boss now. You could very well get someone killed."
You were stumped. What kind of rumours were going around this place?
"We? With Jungkook? No chance and you know that better than anyone else Hana. I don't like being attached to one man."
Hana tilted her head before shaking it and smiling.
"You might not like it but it seems like he's already pretty attached." She whispered, motioning towards the two burly guards who were now standing near one end of the island, watching you two.
"Well sometimes you know that guys can and do get attached but its fleeting. And those guys are there waiting for their boss to arrive and look out for him, not me."
You did feel that Jungkook was getting attached, more than he should be. But it didn't faze you. You'd experienced this a few times in this line of work and come to know that this attachment stays only till they find something real, substantive out there.
Hana looked at you for a long moment before sighing.
"Whatever you say."
From the corner of your eye, you saw the guards disappear, probably to take a bathroom break.
Throwing back the contents of the glass, the two of you began talking about your upcoming trip to Paris and the shops you were planning to visit before leaving.
Suddenly, the main door slammed open as your back straightened, a weird feeling overcoming you.
Dozens of men marched in. Men who were armed to the teeth. sniper guns and knives strapped to their bodies and scary expressions upon their scarred, leathery faces.
One of them put a gun to Jimin's head as you heard multiple cries echo throughout the room, scared by the same treatment.
You tried to curl in on yourself, tried to make yourself small and unnoticeable.
You turned your head discreetly, trying to locate the guards. Surely, they'd help you, right? They had to. They would at least protect you against their rivals.
But they were nowhere to be found.
A voice boomed across the area,
"where's Jeon's bitch?!" The yell came out of the mouth of the man who held Jimin at gunpoint. You could see him tremble, although he tried to maintain his composure for the sake of the girls who already looked scared to death. They knew what these people could do and oftentimes, it was a fate worse than death.
When no one replied, the crowd grew angrier. A few nocked their victims by the butt end of their guns and cries echoed off the walls.
Your head was spinning. Jungkook's words reverbated in your mind. This was about to become your doomsday.
Hana's fingers that had been holding onto your arm, dug into your skin. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with fear.
"I'll ask again. Where is she?!" You knew it was only a matter of time before someone caved.
And so they did.
One of the newer bartenders, a newcomer into the city pointed a shaky finger at you.
Nasty grins that were thrown your way made you want to puke. Your heart thundered inside your chest, stories of their leader's sadism making your head light.
As a group of men began progressing towards you, you decided to try the only option left.
You tore through the corridor, running towards the men's washrooms. the bodyguards must be there. Or you were screwed.
The sound of multiple pairs of heavy, angry steps behind you made you accelerate. Your hyperventilating breaths made it hard to hear but a few of their nauseating threats made your stomach churn violently.
Seeing the door in sight, you began screaming for help, crying and yelling for them to come out. Bursting through the door, you immediately turned to lock it behind you but your inebriated state of mind spent a second too long.
You slipped upon the floor, the smell of urine and smoke filling your nostrils. Your vision was crowded by the horde of men pushing through the door, circling around you.
Your vision went hazy with tears. It felt like your heart would burst out of your chest as one of them took out a knife, walking towards you.
He crouched down, the armed hand reaching towards you oh so slowly.
You closed your eyes in resignation, a bone-deep exhaustion overcoming your senses.
Something went splat against the side of your face. Reaching a hand up to your cheek, you opened your eyes to look at your palm and screamed. Blood.
But not your own.
And then the screams began.
Sounds of guns firing and men hitting the floor. Finding an opportunity where you weren't noticed, you slipped behind one of the stalls, locking it and putting your feet up so they couldn't be seen through the gap at the bottom and for ten minutes you sat that way.
With your hands clapped over your ears to tune out the guns, screams and violence and your bottom lip caught between your teeth to silence the sobs that threatened to break out.
And suddenly, it was silent.
The sounds of shoes standing outside your door made you hyperventilate.
As the lock began to jiggle, you sobbed,
You never thought you'd be happier to hear his voice than now
"Its me YN."
Throwing open the door, you fell into his arms, chest hurting due to the strength of your sobs.
The two of you fell on the floor, with you in his strong, capable arms, piss staining both your knees.
"Please don't let them take me." You cried, clutching at his collar in a tight grip.
"Never. They would never hurt you again." He spoke, his tone reassuring.
With fingers running through your hair, he picked you up, walking out.
He kept whispering in your ear about how no one would ever hurt you again, how he could always keep you safe and protected in his house, his domain, how you should just listen to him.
Hugging his shoulders, you sobbed.
And before the door of the washroom closed, the vision of it was seared into your brain.
Bodies lying in pools of blood, jaws shot off, brains splattered across the tiles. Still, lifeless bodies.
Each wearing a cross dangling from their necks.
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bangtangalicious · 7 months ago
soaked n’ slippery (m) | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x f.reader
genre: smut, pwp, oneshot, loss of innocence, childhood friends to lovers, fluff
summary: a horny jungkook finds it hard to focus when you decide to join him in the tub
wordcount: 2.4k
tw: explicit smut, super NEEDY!koo, you know how it is, cumming untouched, unprotected sex, koo is super whiny and horny, begging, pleading, neediness, attachment issues, slight manipulation, masturbation, breast play bc kook likes tiddiez, assume legal age, bathtub sex! slight obsessive themes (cute/immature way not creepy), stuttering, feverish behavior, innocent!koo & reader, inexperience
a/n: this is a drabble inspired by this request. its part of the touch me wherever au but can be read as a standalone! | masterlist
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“Y/n” Jungkook’s head flew back, hitting the edge of the tub as he hissed your name. Hand gliding up and down his cock, mind completely blank. Except for you. 
“It’s not FAIR” He yelled, tugging harshly at his length, wincing at the tight grip he was subjecting himself to. He didn’t want to jack off to you. He hated it. He wanted your hand on his cock. He wanted you to please him. It just didn’t hit the same, and if anything it just made him more frustrated. 
The way you’d look at him, eyes glinting with mischief whenever the two of you would mess around. He wanted to see those eyes. He wanted you. Now.
It wasn’t his fault he felt like this. As if you even left him with any options, what with the way you’d eagerly volunteer to sit on his lap so that your friends could have places to sit. Even then, the bumpy roads would have you bouncing your ass on his lap. He’d groan, burying his face into the side of your chest. Then you’d turn, smile at him and giggle. 
He’d drag you home, pull you into the bathroom. Skirt hitched high, panties cuffing your knees. He’d bend you over and slide his cock against you. A mumbling mess of words falling from his lips as he’d explain to you: 
“C-can’t...I c-can’t hold back. I need this”
He really couldn’t. Jungkook tried but he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. So instead, he’d rub them against your clit, feeling how drenched your little panties got whenever he did. 
Study sessions were spent humping one another like rabid animals in the corner of the library. Clothes on, voices hushed. He’d rut himself into your ass through his grey sweats, holding your breasts tight as he’d shush you, wiping his tears on the back of your shoulder. 
It was a pain like no other. His head pounding, body aching with the craving of you. You. You. You. You were all he could think of and it drove him insane. He just needed to touch you, to take in your scent like it was the only air he could breath. He wanted to hold you, to feel your skin hot against his own. His mind went haywire as he pumped harder. 
His grip tightened, tugging relentlessly at his length as he whined. He was so incredibly close. The end was in sight. The thought of you, oh your pretty lips and pretty eyes. 
"Oh Y/n...fuck...please Y/n please” He cried, eyes shutting as he felt tears building in them. He told himself it was because of the soap in his eyes but deep down he knew he just couldn’t bear the sensation of you. 
A soft tapping echoed through the room.
He clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. Cock throbbing in his palm under the warm water as he inhaled sharply. 
“Hey Kook...can I come in? The other bathrooms are taken" 
Shuddering, he gulped. The dryness in his throat, evident as he called back. 
“Um. Y-yeah” 
He slid his back against the porcelain edge of the tub, sinking as deep as he could, hoping to hide the guilt flushing his cheeks. He heard the door open and shut. Footsteps getting nearer and nearer and nearer until--
Jungkook jumped. Feeling your soft hand on his bare shoulder. Suddenly your face was right there. Right next to him. Biting down on his lip hard, he looked into your eyes. Mistake.
He came everywhere.
You smiled at him brightly, blinking innocence, not noticing the white liquid shooting up beneath the soapy suds. Jungkook’s face was aflame. He was terrified. Ashamed. 
Wordlessly you began to kick off your leggings. Jungkook’s eyes caught by the skin of your thighs, unable to look away from the way your bright blue panties snuggly hugged your figure. 
It looked so...warm. He wanted to sink his teeth into the flesh. He wanted to bury his head between your legs and never leave. You must smell so good, the thought alone making his heart race. 
“W-what are you doing?” His voice was breathless. Under the water his cock twitched, begging for any stimulation, the tender warmth of the water acting as a reluctant tease. The pressure, overwhelmingly unsatisfying. 
You giggled. 
And then your top hit the floor.
You stretched your arms above your head, breasts jumping up. Jungkook gazed at you. Your body seemed to beckon him. Tempt him. Touch me. 
His fingers curled in tight fists, when really they wanted to grab at your chest. To squeeze everything they could hold. He wanted to see your flesh bulge between his grip, wanted to touch you everywhere all at once. 
His hand steadily made its way back over his cock as you struggled to peel of your panties, bouncing on one leg and almost tripping over in the process. Bent suddenly, Jungkook could enjoy a clear view of your ass, wiggling in front of him as you finally kicked off the flimsy garment. 
Sliding up he extended his hand helping you step over the edge and into the tub. It was a tight fit, the tub clearly not meant for more than one person. Nevertheless, you sank into his essence, suds shaping over every nook and curve of your silhouette.
He stared at you. Watching, jaw clenched tight, face about to burst, as you played with the suds. Taking a handful and gathering them over the top of your chest. 
His lungs tightened. He couldn’t breathe. 
Frictionless, your legs glided over his thighs. Smooth to the touch, he ran his fingers around your hips cautiously.
“Come here...” Gripping your waist, he pulled you flush against his chest. Your body smacked into his with ease. “I like this” In small circles, he pushed the suds up your back, massaging the soap into your soft, oh so incredibly soft, warm skin. “I like when you’re close to me. You're so w-warm and you smell n-nice”
You arched into him, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. You didn’t know his face was barely inches away from your chest. You didn’t know what to make of the hot prodding between your legs as you shifted your weight towards him. 
Jungkook felt like he could explode. Chest was rising and falling fast. Breath heavy with lust. The crook of your thigh catching his cock in a jerk of pleasure. It felt so good, being pressed up against you, but he needed something more. This? No. This wasn’t enough. 
Grabbing a handful of suds, he let them drip across your chest. You looked at him questioningly, but did nothing to stop him as his hands massaged the soap across your supple skin. 
Tugging and pushing at your chest with his large, hot hands. His fingers curved around them, squeezing them just barely. Then again and again, fingers flicking across your nipples. His face drew close. Sighing loudly he rest his cheek atop your racing heart. 
You liked it. You liked he feeling of his wet hair tickling the top of your chest. You shivered, his warm cheek traveling in small strokes, up and down your chest. 
He nodded his head, relishing your proximity, soaking in your heat. He rolled onto his forehead, nose pressing underneath your heavy breast. Now heaving with need. 
“You smell so g-good. Smell so good I can’t” His voice vibrated through your chest. “I love it. I love it Y/n I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re so pretty...body so soft just wanna t-touch you everywhere a-and kiss you everywhere and lick you and bite you and--” 
Your heart pounded, throbbing against every inch of your body. You were too preoccupied with the intoxication of his touch to notice his desperate grabs, kneading your ass. 
Slowly dragging your hips back. Just a tad. And then back up. Flush against him. Back and forth he pulled you, and unknowingly you began to widen your thighs. Just to feel him a little bit closer. “Yeah...yeah oh god, just like that. K-keep doing that, please come--come closer I--more” 
Your clit grazed against the thick skin of his cock. It was enormous, both in size and the way it pressed hard, provoking your hips. Making them stutter as you curled into him for more. Your arms around his neck, hand pulling his face into you--gasping. 
Jungkook began to grow impatient. You had pushed him right to the edge. He craved you, he needed to feel you, needed to be inside you. Eyes shot with lust, he didn’t know what he was doing, lip jutted and trembling.
Staring mindlessly at your breasts, he finally decided to take his tongue, one sharp flick had you clamping down.
“Jungkook” There was something in your voice. Something so wonderful that he loved to hear. A pained desire. A whimpering. The sounds leaving your lips only made him want you more.
His tongue swiped again, attacking your perky bud. You inhaled sharply, holding your breath as you looked down. Jungkook liked the way you reacted. So he did it again.
He sucked lightly, lips pressing against your nipple as he rolled the bud lightly between his teeth, tugging at it, coating it against his tongue, before letting you go with a smack of his lips.
“More” Sobbing, his hands pushed up your back, pulling you so close you were practically one. He shook his head, suffocating between your breasts before gasping for air. “I need more. I need, please, I can’t. I need it. It hurts so bad, oh fuck it hurts so bad I can’t do this...I w-want you...Y/n” 
Only you could make it stop. Only you could set him free.
Tears streamed down his face. Sniffling he reached between his legs, adjusting his cock so the tip nudged between your slick folds. The water made it easy, seamlessly he was able to sink into you. 
He pushed in a little, nails digging into your hips. He trembled, looking to make sure you were okay. Mouth wide open, eyes clenched shut. Burying your face into his neck, you held onto him tight as he went in a little further.
Your walls were tight. So incredibly tight. Jungkook groaned, what with the way your pussy clamped down on him, the sweet heat giving him surging pleasure as he pushed even deeper.
Just like that you were one. He was nestled inside you, panting heavily. Whines spilling from his parted lips. He latched onto you, rubbing suds all over your body, enjoying the way you twitched for him. Not able to get enough of you. 
And then his hips jerked up. Water spilled over the edges as he began to bounce you off of his hips, Splashing everywhere, you leaned forward onto his chest, whole body slick against him, effortlessly moving to the rhythm of his need.
“Ahhh. Right there! Right there y-yes pleas..ahhh feels so good Y/n I..I feel so good I literally feel so good don’t stop” He couldn’t keep quiet. Not when you fit him so perfectly. Not when your pussy gripped his veiny cock in a way that had him coming back for more. And more. 
“Don’t ever stop, please, please” He whined as though he were throwing a tantrum, completely and utterly taken by the sensation of you. Heat rose inside him, pulling you harder onto his cock so he could push further and further. The pressure feeling so good. The tightness. The wetness. And you. Pulsing over him. Wanting him just as bad. 
Meeting your eyes again, his gaze fluttered for a moment to your lips. They looked so delicious. 
So he kissed you. He kissed you softly, sighing into your mouth. Then harder, dragging his tongue over your lips before swallowing them into another kiss. He breathed you in. Heart trembling, body shaking as emotion made his brain circuit. 
You groaned into his mouth as he burst inside you, hot streams of cum filling you beneath the water. Simultaneously you surged, pleasure overtaking your every nerve. You trembled, twitching as he remained, balls deep inside, lips against yours, drinking in your every moan.
The two of you panted. Breath perfectly off beat. Your body limp against his own, sinking into half empty tub. Jungkook finally opened his eyes, seeing you, cutely buried into his chest. He stroked your shoulder fondly. Around you, the tiles were covered in water. The two of you had made an absolute mess.
He could feel you smile. See the shyness in your eyes when you looked up at him briefly before hiding your face away. He stopped you, hand cupping your cheek, pulling you up to him. 
“Can I kiss you one more time?” He whispered onto your lips. Nodding slightly, he wasted no time in slanting his mouth against yours. This time with less fire, instead, a softer, more tender touch. 
It felt just as good. If not better. Sighing he parted from you, unable to look away. “You’re just so pretty Y/n...you’re the prettiest girl I know”
“Can we do it again?” You pushed your chest up, letting him feel you. He caught on, smirking slightly as his palms slid over your breasts again, loosely tossing them in his hands. 
“Always. I always want you okay? Always wanna touch you like this” Nose tracing down your neck, he began to litter kisses all across your shoulders. You purred, covering his hands with your own to squeeze you harder. 
You leaned down, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, and were about to close in on his lips when suddenly--
Knock knock.
“Jungkook! Have you seen Y/n?” It was your father. Jungkook gulped, pulling your face into his neck to keep you quiet.
“O-oh, um, no! I was just finishing up in here. I-I can help you l-look for her, j-just give me a m-minute Uncle!”
“Alright. Thanks kid” He held his breath as the footsteps dissipated. Silently, Jungkook released his hold on you. 
Your eyes met briefly, worry-filled. Until the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, laughing heartily before your lips found one another again. 
a/n: thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed <3 
read the original here! touch me wherever 
scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia |
drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you
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angelicyoongie · 6 months ago
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— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 5.9k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, harrassment, mention of violence/bodily harm, 18+ — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!
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Your foot is throbbing – again.
You fall back into bed, lifting your leg up to rest it over your knee. You wince as you examine the damage, purple and yellow bruising covering your swollen ankle. Lightly pressing around the area, you're relieved to find that it only seems to be slightly sprained.
You glance over at your bedside table as your alarm goes off again, the framed picture next to your phone catching your attention as you silence the shrill sound. It’s a photo of you and Heejun, your next-door neighbour turned best friend. This particular one was taken on the night before he turned eighteen, your grinning faces showing off the pure excitement you both felt at the time.
Ever since you were little, even before you met Heejun, you’ve always dreamed about meeting your soulmate. You’ve lost count of the endless nights you stayed up imagining what kind of mark you would find once you woke up on your 18th birthday. Your favourite was always discovering a note written on your arm – the same as your parents. A close runner-up was the countdown mark Heejun had, you always made sure to check in with him every day to watch as the time suddenly decreased or increased. You’ll never forget the day he called you, voice choked up with tears and joy as he told you he had finally bumped into his soulmate.
With thousands of different variants of soulmarks and new ones being reported every day, you always thought you would end up with something sweet, something fitting to the fairy tale you always wanted. You certainly weren’t expecting to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of a dislocated shoulder and forearm fracture sticking with you for weeks afterwards.
It took some time to come to terms with the fact that your mark didn’t come with any way to contact your soulmate, and that their injuries would affect you and vice versa. Your first year was spent fretting over every paper cut and accidental stubbed toe, but that worry slowly dissipated as your soulmate kept leaving random bruises all over your body, new aches and pains showing up more often than you would like to admit.
Your theory that your soulmate was just very clumsy didn’t hold up for long, not when you suddenly felt the ghost of a blade slicing into your cheek, and another one being driven into your thigh while you were watching a movie. There’s no job out there that would warrant the amount of injuries you’ve experienced over the last five years, not when one of them were so bad you even had to postpone your college enrolment for a year. You suppose you’re lucky your mark has only left you with pain and bruises, and not a copy of the actual injuries. You don’t even want to imagine how living with that would be, especially when certain injuries have taken you months to recover from.
Truly, the only logical conclusion you could come up with was that your soulmate must be involved with something illegal; something bad enough that getting stabbed is just an occupational hazard. It’s only natural that your dream of meeting them has long since faded away. If anything, you hope you never do. At this rate you’re terrified your soulmate might manage to hurt themselves so bad that it’ll defy the rules of your mark, and you’ll be helpless to stop it.
You grit your teeth as you place both feet on the floor, pushing through the throbbing pain in your ankle as you hobble your way over to your closet. Seasoned hands find the nylon material easily – you don’t even have to look to locate the brace you’ve stashed at the top shelf. This isn’t the first time you’ve woken up to a sprained ankle, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. You learned years ago that days like these aren’t worth acknowledging, that the best thing to do is just to move forward and ignore the bitterness festering in your chest. Today is a bad day, so washing your face and brushing your hair is all the effort you’re willing to put into your appearance.
You dig through your drawers to find the fluffiest sweater you own, the soft fleece bringing you some comfort and looking fairly decent paired with loose pants that aren’t too painful to pull over your injured foot. You take a moment to brace yourself, inhaling a deep breath before you rest your hand against the wall, using it for support as you limp your way over to the front door. You spare a glance at the tiny kitchen nestled in the corner of your living room, your stomach rolling at the thought of eating anything. You’re meeting up with Heejun for an early lunch right after your classes end, so skipping out on breakfast isn’t too big of a deal. Pain has always made you nauseous, and combining that with a healthy dose of soulmate resentment doesn’t leave much room for hunger anyway.
Reaching your shoes, you sink down on the floor with a huff. You find the pair that’s a size too large, the extra room making it easier to get your braced foot in without moving it too much. You lace them up with gritted teeth, your ankle protesting the added pressure. You grab your bag from where you left it slumped against the door yesterday as you get back up on your feet, a flash of hot pink catching your eye as you lift it up.
You blink, your stomach plummeting to the floor as you stare at the brightly coloured paper. There, shoved halfway beneath your door, is another envelope. You lean down with effort, your fingers trembling as you snatch it up from the ground. Your breath sounds harsh, loud, in your quiet apartment as you tear the envelope open - the familiar crinkle of paper making your skin crawl. You unfold the letter slowly, choking back a gag as the sugary scent imbedded in it hits your nose. Your name is written neatly at the top, embellished with a flurry of drawn hearts around it. Your chest feels tight as you begin to read, disgust clawing it’s way up your throat as you skim over the words.
‘Baby, did you wear that black dress for me? You knew I would be watching, didn’t you? Thank you for giving me such a pretty show, you’re such a good girl. … those perfect curves just begging for me to touch them … I know you were aching for me to bend you over the bar, to show everyone that your sweet little pussy belongs to me–'
You hastily fold the letter shut, stuffing it back into the pink envelope. You stumble over to the small entry table near your shoes, zeroing in on the black box resting on top of it. The kaleidoscope of bright colours that tauntingly greets you as you open the lid only serves to make your heart pound faster, your hands shaking so hard you almost miss the box as you dump the letter in among the others.
You snap it shut, gulping down a deep breath of air as you step back. You hold it in until your lungs begin to burn, the growing pain forcing the panic to quiet down. You release it when you begin to feel faint, white spots dancing around your vision as you slowly breathe out.
A low buzz against your thigh snaps you out of your daze, your last alarm alerting you that you’re going to be late if you don’t leave right now. You grab your keys, hiking your bag up over your shoulder as you ignore the desperate voices in the back of your mind that tells you to stay home, to lock the doors and never leave. It’s fine, you tell yourself as you undo the three separate locks on your door, the metal chains rattling as they hit the wood.
You slowly open the door, making sure to peak both ways before you hurry out, keys quickly locking everything back into place. It’s fine, you echo as you hurry down the corridor, your knuckles white from gripping on to your bag too hard. This is just a normal day after all; it’s nothing you’re not already used to.
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“Y/n, over here!” The knots in your stomach slowly unravel as you look up to find Heejun waving at you, his freshly dyed red hair standing out like a sore thumb in the mellow café. The bright smile on his face gradually slips into a frown as he takes in the slight limp to your gait, your pace slower than usual as you make your way across the room.
“Again?” Heejun sighs, pulling out the chair next to him.
You slip into the seat with a shrug, a pinched smile on your face, ”What can I say? Maybe my soulmate has a pain kink.”
“Please don't remind me of that possibility ever again.”
You bring a hand up to stifle your snort as Heejun’s body shakes with an exaggerated shudder.
There’s something sad in his expression as he settles, his voice soft as he says, ”Even if that was the case, you know it doesn’t make it okay, right? Their body is not just their body anymore, and doing something knowing it’s unwillingly affecting their soulmate is shitty as fuck. I’m sure there has to be a rule or a law somewhere that states it’s illegal.”  
“I know,” You murmur, accepting the plate of food Heejun nudges in your direction. “But even if it is, there’s not much I can do about it when I don’t even know who they are.”  
Heejun winces as you stab into a piece of egg with a little more force than necessary, metal scraping against the porcelain plate. ”I’m sorry, Y/n. If I could trade places with you, I would’ve done so in a heartbeat.”
You hide your smile behind a slice of toast, your chest warming with the knowledge that even if everything else goes to shit, you’ll always have your best friend. If it’s one thing you’re sure off, it’s that no one – not even your soulmate – will ever be able to take up as much space in your heart as Heejun does.
“You would give up on Jaemin that easily? Damn, what a cold-hearted soulmate you are,” You sniff. ”I promise I’ll take really good care of him, you know he already loves me.”
You nearly choke on a piece of bread as an affronted Heejun shoves your shoulder, "I meant switch our marks, not our soulmates!”
“Sure,” You tease.
Shaking your head at the half-hearted glare you get in response, you let your eyes drift beyond Heejun. You can’t help the automatic need to scan your surroundings, to watch the people walking outside in hopes of catching something, anything, that might validate the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You truly have no idea who’s behind all the letters you’ve been receiving for the past year, and it terrifies you to no end that it can literally be anyone. Maybe it’s the man glancing inside the café as he walks past, maybe it’s the woman behind the counter, maybe it’s another student in your class, maybe maybe maybe –
You jerk back as Heejun snaps his fingers in front of your face. You can tell he already knows by the time your focus shifts back to him, his expression tight as he murmurs, ”There’s more, isn’t it?”
There’s a split second you consider denying it, just to spare him from worrying about you even more. There’s nothing you’d like to do more than just to pretend that everything is fine, that your biggest problem is your upcoming midterms and a soulmate that leaves you with bruises, but you can’t. You’re scared, and you can’t go through this alone. You can’t make yourself more vulnerable than you already are.
“I got another one,” You clench the fork tightly in your fist, feeling the metal dig into your palm. ”Pink.”
Heejun curses under his breath, voice muffled behind his hands as he rubs his face, ”What did it say? Did you bring it?”
“No–” You shake your head, feeling ill at the thought of carrying that sickly sweet smelling letter around with you, to have those words so close to you the entire day. ”It’s worse than normal, more desperate. He .. he saw us last weekend, at Blue Hour. He commented on the dress I was wearing, what I was doing – he described everything, every little detail. He was there.”  
You release a shaky breath, dropping in fork in favour of grabbing Heejun’s outstretched hand. The weight of his fingers curling around yours is grounding, enough for you to anchor yourself in reality and not the despair slowly filling up your lungs. Heejun looks pale, the red in his hair burning against his skin as he squeezes your hand.
“Y/n, you have to go to the police. Please.”
"You know what happened last time–”
Heejun cuts you off with a sharp shake of his head.
"If the letters are escalating then there’s no telling what’s he’s going to do next. He knows where you live, it’s not safe. I can’t force you to stay with Jaemin and me, but I can’t let you be a sitting duck for this psycho either. I know the police didn’t take you seriously last time, but you have more evidence now, more letters. You have to try; maybe you’ll get another officer that actually cares about the people they’re supposed to protect this time. I’ll go with you if you want, you don’t have to deal with this alone, Y/n.”
You know he’s right. Even if nothing came of it last time, even if the officer you spoke to back then had the nerve to suggest that maybe it was just an admirer that was a little shy, that you should be flattered – it’s truly the only option you have left besides uprooting your entire life and running away. And even then there’s no guarantee that he won’t follow you, that he won't find you again.  
“I’ll go,” You say, guilt curling around your heart as you see the way Heejun sags with relief.
“Thank you. We can go after my shift? Or I can call in sick and we can go right now?”
You give his hand a squeeze of your own before you untangle your fingers, mustering up a faint smile you don’t really believe yourself. “No, you should go to work. I think this is something I should do on my own.”
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You clear your throat, leaning heavily on your good leg as you wait in front of the welcome desk at the station. The officer behind the desk holds up a finger, eyes glued to the screen as he continues to tap away at the keyboard. You swallow thickly, gripping the strap of your bag tighter. The police station is oddly quiet. You were expecting more people and more noise, but all you can hear is soft voices behind closed doors, a fan whirring overhead despite the autumn chill already having set in. Your town isn’t the biggest, but it’s not like it’s small either. It’s definitely not sleepy enough for the police station to be so empty.  
You bite down on the inside of your lip, chewing absentmindedly as you look at the board taking up most of the wall behind the reception. It’s littered with safety posters and tips, a lost pet or two, and the faces of a few missing people you don’t recognize. Your mouth feels dry as you take in the candid smiles on their faces, the joy in their eyes. You doubt they had any idea they would eventually end up here, and you can’t help but feel like it’s just time that’s standing between the empty spot next to them, and a picture of your own face.
You force your eyes to move away, zeroing in on the newspaper clippings collected in one corner of the board. The smiling faces of different officers greet you as you look over the articles, but there’s one in particular that catches your eye. It’s a young man, probably around your age, grinning over a large bouquet of flowers. The force of his smile makes his eyes turn into crescent moons, his cheek puffing up adorably. The clipping seems to be dated a few years back, but you’re too far away to make out the text beyond the headline, something about him heroically saving a civilian off-duty.
“What can I help you with?” You startle as the officer finally acknowledges you. He doesn’t bother to hide his annoyance as you step closer to the counter, clearly irritated that you interrupted whatever he was working on.
“I need to speak with an officer. I’ve been receiving these letters– I, uhm, I think I’m being stalked.”
The passive expression on the man’s face is broken by a slight rise of his eyebrows, the faintest spark of interest in his eyes as he turns back to his computer. ”What’s your name?”
You quickly list off all the details he asks for, the room once again growing eerily silent as he looks through the database, pulling up different files. The muffled voices you heard earlier have grown quiet, and you can’t fight the dread that sets in as the officer spares you a quick glance before turning back to his screen, the corner of his lips tugged down into a frown. ”Ms Y/n, did you file a similar report last year?”
You swallow thickly. ”Yes.”
“It says here that your report was resolved and that no further investigation was needed.”
“What?” It was obvious as the letters continued that the police hadn’t done much to stop them, that the officer clearly believed that it was just some harmless admirer, but you had at least thought they had looked into it – that they had tried to figure out who it was. "No, it wasn’t–”
The officer cuts you off with a sigh as he pushes the intercom button on his desk, voice bored as he calls out for an available officer to assist you. ”Please wait here, someone will be with you to take your statement shortly.”
The easy dismissal stings. You step back, gaze flitting back to the entrance as you begin to wonder if maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should've taken Heejun up on his offer. But before you can make up your mind to leave, the officer that was called for walks through the door near the reception desk, his head buried in a case file as he steps up to the counter.
The man you talked to visibly brightens at his entrance.
”Officer Park! I didn’t know you were still in. Didn’t your shift end an hour ago?”
You watch officer Park’s back as he shakes his head, his blonde hair bouncing with the movement. “Ah, you know how it is. I have plans for the weekend so I’m trying to finish up what I can.”
“Hard working as ever I see,” The man laughs.
Officer Park places his file down on the counter with a shrug, his voice teasing as he says, ”I assume you didn’t just call for me because you missed my company?”
The officer you talked to seems to suddenly remember that you’re still there, his gaze moving back to you before he turns to his computer with a huff. ”Someone’s here a file a report, a–” The man squints at his screen, like he’s trying hard to decipher the name he heard just a few minutes ago, ”Ms. Y/n.”
Officer Park’s back straightens suddenly, and you can practically see how his muscles tense beneath his uniform. ”Thank you, officer Lee. Do you mind taking this down to evidence for me?”
The other man nearly jumps out of his seat in his eagerness to help, a proud smile on his face as he hurries out of the room, file pressed to his chest.
You suck in a surprised breath as officer Park slowly turns around, your stomach lurching as his eyes find yours. You almost don’t register the shock on his face before he schools it into something more neutral, a pleasant smile settling on his lips as he walks closer. He feels … familiar. It takes you a moment to place his face, but a quick glance over his shoulder confirms it easily. He’s the one who saved that civilian off duty – the hero. But even then, you have a feeling you know him from somewhere else – you just can’t quite place where.
“Y/n?” Goosebumps break out over your arms as he softly utters your name. You offer a weak nod in response, the odd reaction to his voice making your throat close up.
“Let's talk at my desk.”
Officer Park seems reluctant to look away as he leads you back through the door he came through, his gaze jumping back to you with every other step. You fully ignore the ache in your foot as you match his pace, a tiny voice in the back of your mind urging you to act normal. You can’t quite figure out why he looks so worried, like you’re going to run off the moment he takes his eyes off you, but you suppose it might just be protocol regardless of what the person is there to do. He's probably just cautious.
You let your gaze wander around the open room as you follow a step behind officer Park. The large office space feels as empty as the reception. You spot three officers in total, with two working away at their desks and another one slipping into what you assume to be a break room. If you include the two officers you’ve spoken with so far, it’s only five in total. For the whole station. Most of the desks around room are completely empty, not even a pen or paper in sight.
“We had a lot of cut-backs this year, the chief was forced to let a lot of us go.” Officer Park says, voice hushed as he leads you past another desk. Heat creeps up the back of your neck as you nod, embarrassed that the confusion must be so easy to read on your face. You didn’t even know that he police could cut-back on officers.
“Here, take a seat,” You breathe out a small sigh of relief as you reach his desk, quickly sitting down on the offered chair. You wince as you move your foot, accidentally banging your swollen ankle straight into the leg of the chair.
Officer Park pauses at the sound, his hands poised over the keyboard in front of his computer. Something flits across his expression as he glances down at your leg, but the emotion is gone before you have the chance to recognize it.
“So, Ms. Y/n, what can I help you with?” You shrink back in your seat as he turns to the screen, his face unreadable as he pulls up a new file. There’s a tension in his jaw that wasn’t there before, and even though you can’t figure out why – it feels like you just did something wrong.
You reach into your bag, grabbing a few of the pink envelopes you had shoved in there earlier. All of the letters are creepy and invasive in their own way, but the pink are by far the worst. It seems like the different colours correspond to whatever mood he’s in, and the hot fuchsia always means fervently graphic descriptions.  
You place them on officer Park’s desk, twisting your fingers nervously as you say, ”I– I think I’m being stalked. I’ve been receiving these letters for about a year now, and they’ve been getting progressively more intense and uhm, descriptive. I filed a report last year, but it seems like it wasn’t looked into.”
“I see.”
You watch as officer Park unfolds the most recent letter, his body half-turned in your direction as he looks it over. His face stays blank, but mortification runs hot through your body as his eyebrows suddenly jump at one of the more extreme parts, your hands growing clammy at the slow speed he works his way through the letter.
Officer Park cocks his head as he reaches the bottom, bringing the paper closer to his face. He breathes in the heavy scent, seemingly unaffected by the sickly sweetness of the perfume that normally makes you want to gag. He raises the letter up towards the overhead lighting, but the slight shake to his head tells you that there’s nothing there, no mark or clue you might have missed yourself.
“There’s more than just the letters,” You blurt, your toes curling in your shoes at the thought of having to bring it up. But you can tell officer Park doesn’t seem overly concerned, that he’ll probably just brush it off like the first one did, and you can’t have that. ”There has been gifts too.”
It must just be a trick of the light as he shifts around, but you swear you see his mouth twitch as he folds up the letter, a hint of a smile brushing over his lips before leans forward in his seat. ”Gifts? What kind?” Officer Park asks, the calm tone of his voice not quite matching up with the intrigued spark in his eyes.
You scratch your wrist, giving yourself another second to muster up the courage. You normally don’t have a problem taking about sex or intimate details, but this–
“The gifts don't come with every letter, but sometimes they’re left in front of my door. They’re usually … sex toys,” You trail off, voice growing weaker by the end as you force out the last two words. The gifts belonging to the pink envelopes are always sexual in nature, and you’ve lost count of how many toys you’ve stored away in a box under your bed. You would never use them and it feels disgusting to keep them, but on the odd chance that it might be used as evidence, you figured it would be a bad idea to throw them away.
Officer Park hums, his dark eyes holding yours for another second before he leans back in his seat, hands folded in his lap. ”Do you mind describing what kind of toys, Ms. Y/n?”
“I’m sorry?” You squeak.
“It’s for the report,” Officer Park adds, pointing to the file on his screen. It makes sense, of course it does, but god, you would rather have the ground swallow you whole than to list off everything that has showed up at your door. You take a deep breath, clutching on the faint sliver of hope that it’ll be worth it if he might find a lead somewhere.
Stuttering your way through all the items you can think off, you try your best not to squirm in your seat as Officer Park’s intense gaze never leaves your face. You can practically feel the path his eyes take as they trail down over your features, your skin burning from the undivided attention. The heated look in his gaze twists into something half amused as you mention some of the more creative toys – the corner of his lip quirking up into a faint smirk. The sight makes your stomach turn, not quite sure whether he actually finds it funny or he’s just trying to not look too uncomfortable.
It’s only as you describe the last gift you received that you realize that Officer Park hasn’t written anything down – the document still blank on the computer beside him.  
The eggs you had for lunch roll dangerously around in your stomach, the weird feeling you had since entering the station only intensifying the longer you stay. Why hasn’t he written anything down? Isn’t that basic protocol?
Officer Park’s voice startles you out of your thoughts before you can spiral further.  ”Well, Ms. Y/n, I believe you’re correct to think that there has been an escalation in both the content and frequency of the letters and gifts you’ve been receiving.”
You grip your bag tighter as you register his words, your heart skipping a beat with hopeful excitement. The confirmation makes you a little light-headed. Finally. Finally, there’s someone who actually believes you and is going to help.
But your relief is short lived, barely even having time to settle down before it’s torn away again. Officer Park rests his hand on his desk, fingertip grazing the edge of one of the letters as he lets out a small sigh. Words of gratitude die on the tip of your tongue as he continues, ”However, even though they are a bit forward, the person behind them doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions. There are no threats being made, and nothing to suggest that they want to hurt you – quite the opposite, really.”
You blink.
“I understand that this wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but there’s nothing in the letters or on the envelopes that could help us to track him down even if we wanted to. I can keep one of them and try to do a fingerprint analysis, but I doubt it’ll yield any results. The letters were likely dropped off in a post box, and I’m assuming all the packages you received were from different companies?”
You can only nod, disappointment burying itself deep into your bones as you slump down in your seat.
Officer Park’s face softens. ”It’s a classic tactic that makes it nearly impossible for us to track them down because it’s touched by so many different people. You really don’t have any inkling as to who might have sent you these?”
“No.” You bite down on the inside of your cheek, not enough to really hurt, but just enough to keep the moisture forming in your eyes at bay.
“I’m very sorry Ms. Y/n, but my hands are tied here, there’s nothing I can really investigate when your safety hasn’t been explicitly threatened.” Officer Park says, apologetic.
“I-I understand,” You mumble.
“Is there anything else you can think of that might help?”
“No, there’s nothing else ..” You pause, suddenly very aware of the weight in your lap. After all, you didn’t just bring the pink envelopes, you brought a few of each colour. Even if the letters don’t outright threaten you, maybe the rest of them could be enough to convince officer Park that the person behind them isn’t mentally stable? That he seems to have seven very different personalities, and that he needs help?
“Park!” A booming voice calls out for Officer Park just as you reach into your bag to grab them, the echo bouncing around the half-empty floor.
“We have a suspected two-seventeen. Take Lee with you to investigate!”
“Yes, sir!” Officer Park yells back, hands already reaching for the badge and empty holster resting on this desk.
You hurriedly rise from your seat as he gets to his feet, forcing down a wince as you step back to give him more space, letters forgotten. Officer Park glances at you from the corner of his eye as he shrugs his jacket on, looking reluctant as he pats down his pockets to make sure he has everything.
“I’m very sorry to cut this short Ms. Y/n, but I have to go. I’ll make sure to file your report later and crosscheck it with the one you filed last year. I have a good memory for details, so there’s nothing to worry about.” Officer Park flashes you a quick smile, his eyes scrunching up prettily just as they did in the picture out front.
He grabs a small card from his desk; making sure to underline a number before he extends it in your direction. Puzzled, you reach out to take it, stifling a small gasp as his fingers wrap securely around yours, trapping your hand in his. The contact makes your skin crawl, the warmth of his touch making you even more uncomfortable than you were before. The feeling leaves you a little dumbfounded, because you can’t really understand why. Heejun has never made you feel this way when he touched you.
A faint whiff of something sweet hits your nose as he steps closer, Officer Park sounding urgent as he says, ”If you remember something later, or if anything, anything at all happens, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
You look down at the card in your hand, the name barely visible between your fingers. Officer Park Jimin.  
“Thank you, officer,” You plaster on a weak smile, tugging your hand away from Jimin’s grasp. The prickling in your neck immediately subsides as you take another step back, the distance calming your racing heart.
“Jimin,” Officer Park curls his outstretched hand into a loose fist as it drops back down by his side, ”Just Jimin is fine.”
Even though someone is urgently yelling for him to hurry up from a nearby hallway, Jimin’s gaze stays locked on to you, his body rooted in place. Waiting.
“Thank you, Jimin,” You repeat, your tongue heavy and uncooperative as it curls around his name.
A shiver seems to suddenly travel through his body despite the layers he’s wearing, something heated flashing in his eyes. He clears his throat, voice sounding a little strained as he says, ”Another officer will show you out. Remember to call if anything happens, Ms. Y/n.”
He spares you another hesitant gaze before he’s forced to run off, only slowing down enough to point another officer in your direction. You watch his back until he rounds the corner, some of the pressure in your chest lessening the moment he’s out of sight. You try to shake the weird feeling off, turning back to Jimin’s desk to pick up the letters he left there. Even though it makes your stomach curl to bring them back home, you would much rather do that and keep them as evidence in case something else happens, over the station just discarding them.
You get them securely back in your bag just as the officer Jimin talked to reaches you. You follow him silently back the way you came, allowing the resentment to grow for each step you get closer to the exit.
You release a shuddering breath the moment you step outside the station, letting the crisp autumn air fill your lungs as you inhale. A humourless snort slips past your lips as you begin to walk away. You’re honestly not even that surprised that nothing came of your visit, you’re just disappointed. Tired.
What good does it do for Jimin to file another report when he’s not going to follow up with it? When he couldn’t even spare you enough time to get all the evidence? It’s not like having his number is going to help you if he can’t investigate until after you get hurt.  
You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder, scowling at the biting wind that sweeps down the street. You’re sick of always looking over your shoulder and being harassed. You're not willing to just sit around in your apartment and wait for someone to come along and hurt you. If the police aren't going to help, then you’ll just have to solve this yourself.
It’s not like you have much left to lose.
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a/n: welcome to lovesick! this is the story that was born out of my 5k follower event, where you guys chose all the major details of the story! i’m thinking this might be a five parter, but we’ll see. the other boys will be introduced in the next chapters! 
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kthyg · 5 months ago
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You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.
Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.
But Jungkook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.
So, why did you break the promise?
Plethora of deception.
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PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader
GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers (sort of), Drama, Action : Gang AU
RATING : Mature
DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.
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hellooo !! this series was previously titled as “Irreplaceable” under another account which was deleted, this version is rewritten and fit to my (current) type of writing.
if you’ve read Irreplaceable, then you’re already aware of what’s coming up until chapter 3 and since there’s no significant changes made to the story (or maybe there are like something about yn’s personality but you be the judge of it) so you can choose to wait until I post chapter 4 or you can reread this rewritten version :)
banner idea from the loml, lee <3 (originally, it’s supposed to be red theme and then blue and finally be suggested this type of banner, it’s lovely i’m proud of my last product ㅠㅠ)
likewise, every story of mine is proofread by Grammarly (enough to correct any grammar mistakes, if there’s still some errors, turn a blind eye ayee?) andd beta-read by @leemien
WARNINGS : This chapter deals with mild violence and inaccurate information and management about certain things. If you’re not comfortable with it then exit this page immediately.
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DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.
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    The sky was exceptionally beautiful today—or maybe it has always been beautiful but you just didn’t pay much attention.
    The gentle rays and the summer breeze were everything you need in the name of seeking calmness. Today was another day of your escapades with Jungkook. His father along with his mother was out of town for some business. Jungkook’s parents have assigned guards and tight security for us but that doesn’t stop us from having our freedom.
    The grass under you moved in steady waves accompanied by the sweet song of crickets and the chirps of birds as you sat next to Jungkook and pulled your knees to your chest, your chin resting on top of them. Jungkook turned his head as he stared at the side view of your face. Your eyes were lost in admiration of the scenery ahead of you.
    “Will you ever leave me?”
    You raised your head at your friend’s sudden question.
    “Hmm,” you playfully tap your chin as if you’re pondering seriously over his simple question. “Maybe not in this life, Kook.” You giggled. 
    It’s a promise, you told yourself. If you were given two options and one of them was leaving him then you’ll choose the other option. Leaving him would never be an option. 
    “Promise?” He asked his eyes that held an entire galaxy looking at you hopefully as he extended his pinky at you.
    “Only if you promise to not leave me.” You told him.
    You stared at him, your pinky was already extended to him, waiting for him to seal the promise with you. Jungkook didn’t ruminate about it as he intertwined his pinky with yours, a wide smile tugging on his lips. 
    “Promise.” Sweet little promise. 
    But how could you not know that promises are meant to be broken and how easy it is to break likely more than one because promises are empty words. 
    “You’ve done your part. Get out of this house, (Y/N).”
    Because now? Leaving him is a choice.
    It’s the voice you are familiar with albeit it has changed a bit over time as he matures, his voice drops a pitch lower. The owner of the voice stands confidently at the entrance to your bedroom in his black three-piece suit that is pressed to a T and his hair is styled with care. 
    It’s none other than Jeon Jungkook. 
    It’s a choice to walk out of his life because you either walk out of the door and out of his life or he’ll walk the life out of your body. 
    This man - who has always been against the idea of you leaving the house without him - is now asking, no, verbally forcing you to get out of his house. His voice can be very cold, demanding even. His calm demeanour can fool anyone but dare mess with him, there’s no mercy. You’ve been by his side for years now, you are supposed to be numb to it because growing up with him didn’t raise you to be a weak bitch. 
    But this time, just this time, you can’t help but feel a tug on your heart. It’s the painful feeling of knowing how easy it is for Jungkook to get rid of you after years simply because of your one mistake and yet you still hope that he’s bluffing, that this is just a joke - but Jungkook doesn’t do jokes - you still hold onto that promise but news flash, he breaks his promise. 
    You know it’s time. It’s the time for you to finally leave, to finally be free. Your time is up.
    Your punishment is over. 
    “With pleasure, Jungkook.” Your voice is soft as the smile you had always worn tugs on your lips. 
    The look on his face shows that he is taken aback by your tone and the smile you had on your face which you sure differ from what he had thought of.
    He shouldn’t.
    You had always been the one to never question him, never question his action and his decision, always complying with his words but little did he know, walking out of his house would be no sooner said than done if that means freedom to you, out of his confinement. 
    Let’s go back to the basics, shall we?
    First question, are you in a relationship with Jungkook? No.
    Not even in a complicated relationship? For Jungkook, no.
    For you, yes. 
    You are nothing but a punching bag for Jungkook - Not literally.
    The relationship between you and him was destroyed seven months ago. Today, seven months ago was the day your freedom got taken away, you sealed a deal with the devil but today, you manage to pay for your sins. Jungkook throws the relationship both of you had cherished since the age of nine out of the window after that one mistake you made seven months ago.
    You would say your relationship with Jungkook is strained but Jungkook would say it’s nonexistent, it doesn't exist anymore. 
    Growing up with him for almost 13 years, you both tend to care for each other despite everything but Jungkook stopped caring since 7 months ago, in contrast to you who still care until now - Which also happens to be the reason why you were stuck here -  that’s why his next sentence caught you off guard. 
    “Where are you going to stay?” He asks as if his cold mask slips for a moment. 
    Your mind must be playing with you - blame it on the lack of sleep - why does he care? You let silence be the only language in the room for a moment before you finally speak with a controlled voice, you try not to appear weak and small in this situation. Back then you always had the right of either answering or staying quiet but for the past couple of months, you’ve been answering to his order, you either answer or… answer.
    Your right to speak for yourself is taken away and trampled on so you answer with what was expected to be the answer but now you’re not tied to Jungkook in any way anymore. If Jungkook expects to have his answer from you, especially at this time, then he’s wrong. You’re not going to answer him with what he expected to hear. 
    “Rika has returned and the contract automatically ends,” you tell him. “Which means my life after is none of your concern.” 
    You didn’t spare a glance on Jungkook as your only focus right now is to walk out of this house before Jungkook changes his mind - which is unlikely to happen but one can never be sure and it’s better safe than sorry - Your movements are hasty as you shove your necessities into your luggage.
    If you are to follow your heart, you’d just walk out without bringing anything other than a phone and purse but luckily you always think and make decisions following what your brain thinks is the best. 
    The last time you followed your heart, you got yourself into chaos. 
    Jungkook is silent. He didn’t even utter a word after you but he also didn’t walk out of the room like you thought he would after completing his mission of telling you to get out of his house but instead he just watches you. His dark brown eyes follow your every movement. You don’t need to lift and turn your head to him to see that he is doing so.
    You can feel his gaze on you. You’re familiar with the feeling of his gaze on you, looking at you out of hatred, anger and vengeance. 
    Only for now.
    Soon you’ll forget the feeling of having his eyes on you. You did enjoy having his eyes on you, watching your movements literally every minute, every second for the last 7 months but now, his eyes are going to be on another woman, back to the rightful one. 
    You pull your luggage and stride towards the door. You’re grateful that Jungkook let you stay in his house instead of locking you up in his basement but you’ll leave every bad thing behind in this very house and you’ll bring only the good ones - though there are not many, almost little to nothing— and start anew. You had even considered going for rebirth but maybe no, not now. 
    It’s the end of the chapter and the beginning of a new chapter. 
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    Your feet betray you. You aren’t supposed to be in front of this oh so familiar door but you are here, there’s absolutely no reason for you to avoid meeting this particular person but you just can’t bring yourself to face her when you are clearly planning to leave the country without telling her. 
    The door swings open and you watch as the owner of the voice smiles gleefully upon your arrival. You mirror her excitement as she opens her arms, inviting you for a hug. After your mother, this lady has always been your safe place, the person you seek comfort and love. She treats you like a daughter she never had and you treat her like a queen. 
    “Aunt Binna,” her name comes out as a soft whisper as you melt in her arms. After the incident in Jungkook’s house, this is the only thing you need, a hug. A hug that only she can provide. 
    Aunt’s hand comes up to caress your back before she breaks the hug and invites you in. She runs back to her kitchen to turn off the stove - which she almost forgot she had it on - and returns to the living room. 
    You observe her living room, empty and quiet living room. It became a habit - that you pick up from Jungkook - for you to observe your surroundings, despite being at a certain place ever so often.
    Jeon Binna, wife of Jeon Junghoon. A renowned fashion and interior designer who’s married to the business tycoon; the CEO of Jeon enterprise, Jeon Junghoon and the marriage was blessed with a son, no other than Jeon Jungkook.  
    Aunt Binna lives alone after her husband died. Aunt lives in a penthouse, 50-story luxury apartment, the highest floor, yes there. She lives in luxury, bathes in it even but loneliness still takes over sometimes. Jungkook is busy and so are you. You could only visit her at certain times which is when Jungkook gets a call from her to come to visit her and bring you along.
    The owner of this building used to be her late husband but since her husband has died, the ownership has been passed to her as stated in his will but she doesn’t want to involve herself in the business world at her age. She offered Jungkook the ownership but at that moment, he said he already had a lot on his plate so it’s better for her to keep it first, once things get less hectic, he’ll take over. His mother agreed and last month, he finally stepped in. 
    From your peripheral vision, you notice that Aunt is scrutinising you. Surely, she must’ve noticed the pale look on your face since you didn’t have the time to put on some makeup to cover the tiredness on your face. After leaving Jungkook’s house, you were in your car when you got a call from Aunt Binna and your feet just pressed the pedal and brought you here immediately - blame it on your strong nature to comply with her wish - hence, here you are, bared and tired. 
    Aunt takes a seat next to you on the couch as she takes your hand in her warm ones. You are met with her worried eyes. “Honey, are you okay? Is everything good? You look so pale.”
    No. I just got kicked out by your son. 
    “Yes, I’m good and everything is fine, don’t worry. Just a bit tired from work is all,” you tell her.
    You didn’t lie though, it’s true that work has been exhausting you to no end but all your hard work has paid off now that you’ve done your part as per what Jungkook said. But you see, Aunt Binna is a very sceptical person. The look on her face clearly says ‘I know everything's not fine but I’m going to let this slide because you are tired and that’s exactly what she said before changing the topic. 
    “I’ve cooked dinner for us, let’s eat?” 
    Having meals at Aunt’s house, especially dinner when the sun is setting down, has a special spot within you. Aunt Binna had an open view dining room which gives people a view that is nothing short of magnificent and breathtaking. It’s a cherry on top with the interior design of her dining room. It doesn’t shock you when you get to know that Aunt designed and decorated her whole house. Aunt Binna is a famous designer - interior design and fashion design that is. 
    The maids are coming in and out of the dining room to prepare the table with mouth-watering dishes that you are sure are cooked by Aunt herself. Apart from being good at designing, Aunt is a master at cooking. You had always loved her cooking that you would literally eat anything as long as it’s cooked by her and luckily Aunt had no problem with cooking for you. She would be more than glad to prepare a whole buffet for you. 
    Once all of the maids exit the hall, the two of you take a seat opposite each other. Your face brightens up at your view - the mouthwatering dishes - and Aunt notices it as she chuckles. “I cooked your favourite, Honey.”
    A maid comes in with a bottle of wine in her hands, she pours for Aunt before coming to you. As the maid leaves, Aunt Binna starts a conversation. 
    “When are you planning on getting married to Jungkook?”
    Bless your soul, you are lucky you haven’t started eating nor drinking because you would’ve choked - though you did choke on your saliva. You clear your throat and reach for the wine glass. Sometimes you forget that Aunt Binna had made it her mission to set you and Jungkook in marriage ever since you both were 15. 
    “We’re not even dating, Aunt,” your lips immediately touch the rim of the wine glass as the fruity liquid fills your taste bud wanting nothing more than to not converse with this topic again. 
    “Mhm, keep telling me that, Hon.” Aunt teases. “You guys grew up under the same roof for years, you know him better than any other woman and I know my son had a little crush on you back then.”
    Yeah, that’s back then. It’s past tense. Present? He hates me to the core. 
    “No other woman knows how to take care of Jungkook like you do, (Y/N) and I’ve seen the way he looks at you with a passionate gaze every time the two of you come to visit me. His gaze is on you as if you would disappear the moment he took his eyes off of you.”
    You mean a passionate gaze of malice and his gaze is always on you to serve as a warning to not do anything that shouldn’t be done. 
    “You helped him so much after his father’s death and not to mention even back then when his father was alive. You did more than I could ever, (Y/N). It would be great to see the two of you get together.” She smiles warmly at you. You see the shining hope in her eyes that you didn’t have the heart to crush it but you know you have to, sooner or later. 
    “Rika is not the problem right? She ran away months ago and I’m sure he’s over her.”
    At the mention of Jungkook’s lover, you freeze. Eyes looking over to Aunt Binna only to see her staring at you intently, waiting for you to respond.
    “It’s great that my existence in his life is appreciated and made an impact on him but,” you sigh. “He only sees me as a friend and nothing more, Aunt Binna.”
    Or you could say, “as a friend” was months ago because now, your relationship with Jungkook is nothing more or less than a pure boss and employee relationship. 
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    A saleswoman greeted you and Jungkook with a huge smile on her face, her red lips made her pearl white teeth shine brightly. You mirrored her enthusiasm as you smiled and nodded at her, acknowledging her presence and effort.
    Jungkook walked into the boutique without minding the saleswoman and straight to what he’s here for, suits are what. You quickly trailed behind him and called the previous saleswoman to assist Jungkook. 
    “Pick something for me,” he ordered you. 
    It has become a routine for you now to pick out some suits for Jungkook. The man didn’t argue with your choice as he simply paid for everything you had picked for him. The only time Jungkook got involved in picking was when it came to you, your items. He would pick everything for you and you would, likewise, just go with it though at least he picked out items according to your taste and type.
    The nicely tailored suits were hung on metal bars in expensive wood open wardrobes, all of them were sorted out by colour codes and types of fabric. You knew what type of fabric Jungkook preferred as well as what colour suited him the most and the ones that he personally liked.
    Jungkook is the epitome of perfection and nothing short of perfect in any department. Face? Body? Talent? Skills? He’s nothing short of those and was a walking perfection. In this case, anything he wore would look good on him and honestly at this point, what’s the point of you choosing suits for him when he literally could just buy the whole store because he rocked every piece of clothing. 
    “Your girlfriend got a great taste, sir.” The saleswoman commented, making you freeze. You looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook’s reaction, you know well he doesn’t like it when people talk about his girlfriend - which is obviously not you - and you most definitely know he doesn’t like it when the “girlfriend” the saleswoman had referred to was you.
    He was frowning as he lifted his gaze from his phone. 
    The saleswoman noticed the tension so she immediately corrected herself, “Oh, I mean your friend! Your friend got a great taste, sir…”
    God, please blind your eyes because you wished you weren’t looking at Jungkook when the saleswoman corrected herself because immediately you saw the hate and malice grew in his irises when he heard the saleswoman.
    To say your heart was crushed by his reaction was a vast understatement but then again you had betrayed him, betrayed his trust so you should’ve expected this reaction from him but it didn’t stop you from feeling painful heartache. 
    “She’s my assistant.” He corrected her with a glare and returned to his phone, probably reading and sorting out his emails.
    The saleswoman gasped and looked over you sheepishly as she muttered an apology. She did the same to Jungkook but he barely acknowledged it. You waved it off with a kind smile. 
    He had thrown the term friendship out of his life. 
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    “… and you know how deeply in love he is with Rika, he won’t be over her in such a short period,” you add. “But maybe he won’t be thinking about love at this time, he’s been quite busy lately - with business it is.” 
    Handling the underground business and his company at the same time could be tiring and now that Rika is back and you are resigning from your position as the CEO’s personal assistant, he ought to get busier with no assistant. You just hope by now Jungkook had already selected a few candidates with the potential to fill in your place. 
    “Oh, and I’m leaving the country soon,” you apprise her with a pretty smile adorning your face. You are excited to finally fly out of the country and meet your friend which is long overdue. 
    But oh you are unaware of how the air has changed as the dear aunt’s face drops. 
    “Whatever do you mean, (Y/N)?”
    The loss of the cheerful tone in her voice as it is replaced with seriousness makes you shift in your seat.  It’s a pity that the dear mother has no knowledge of the contract you had signed with Jungkook. He has been keeping you around only for a purpose and only that which is to find and bring back Rika.
    It’s safe to say that Jungkook had to lie to his mother - to keep you around him - stating that you are staying at his house because of important work. It’s a relief that Aunt believes it and she’s more than happy to have you stay close with them or specifically, Jungkook since your apartment is a bit far away from their housing area albeit it’s still near Jeon Enterprise.
    Aunt knows that you are a close friend of Jungkook along with Taehyung and of course, she knows that you work with Jungkook even with the underground business he’s handling. You are involved in everything Jungkook is involved in, creepy much but it is what it is. The two of you are joined at the hip since kids. 
    In Aunt’s view, you are the backbone of Jungkook that the man has yet to realise its true worth. 
    You didn’t want to tell the truth to Aunt because, one, you cannot, two, what good will come out of you telling her about it. Honestly, you’ve known what the consequences of your action would be seven months ago, you didn’t commit such actions without knowing the consequences and you certainly have no intention of dragging other people into your mess. You started the chaos and you’re going to end it all by yourself. 
    “My work contract with Jeon Enterprise has come to an end and I don’t intend on renewing it.”
    “Why so?”
    “Planning to pamper myself by travelling,” you grin to yourself. 
    It’s been long overdue, your wish is. If it wasn’t for the incident seven months ago, you would’ve been travelling around the world by now. 
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    It’s been a week since Rika has arrived. She has been staying at Jungkook’s place. It’s also a week after she had learned that you used to stay at Jungkook’s place but later on was kicked out. 
    Aunt Binna had finally decided to pay his son a visit - something she rarely does unless it's an important and urgent matter - after she’s done accompanying you with your shopping and fulfilling your needs for the vacation you had yearned for, though it takes a lot of convincing because you are keen on declining Aunt’s inclination to spend her money on you. 
    The destination of your vacation remains unknown to Aunt Binna. She had asked you once but you didn’t want to tell her. This vacation you seek is to breathe fresh air after long being caged and now that you finally gain your freedom, it’s only natural that you don’t want people to know of your whereabouts. 
    As for Jungkook, he is rather… anxious. 
    Now that you are out of his house, it’s hard to keep an eye on your whereabouts. He tries reaching out for you from calling to as far as leaving texts and emails - it is not something usual for him to do so because he always had you right under his nose - but it’s just either it didn’t reach you or you’re ignoring him.
    The latter assumption isn’t very convincing given that you never ignore him but the stunt he pulled the other day mayhap changed your attitude towards him. He didn’t blame you for the cold shoulder you’re giving him right now but he’s really anxious. True that he kicked you out of his house but it didn’t mean for you to walk out of his life. 
    His cold personality is nothing new to you, you practically grew up with him and his many flaws - one being having an aloof personality -  so why does this time seem to affect you?
    Because his efforts aren’t really seen by you. 
    Aunt Binna had given you a new phone as a gift since you are adamant about not wanting to be bothered during your vacation albeit that’s camouflage because the truth being Aunt is making sure that Jungkook couldn’t reach you.
    Honestly, you didn’t think of not wanting to be bothered as far as changing contact numbers and phone but Aunt did manage to convince you that it’s more peaceful that way. She understands that you need to breathe fresh air at some point and clear your mind. 
    Aunt Binna stares through the car’s window as the sun washes the garden with a golden glow, insects and birds are thriving in the garden maximally. It’s the garden which she vividly remembers that it’s you who had built, sown and practically grew all on your own for Jungkook. 
    “Being around nature often brings forth calmness to you.”
    It’s your words and it shows that you care so much for Jungkook to the point it appears too much but it’s never too much to care for people that you love, right?
    The car comes to a stop in front of Jungkook’s house entrance. The exterior of his house portrays calmness and peace - in the middle of nowhere, secluded to say - His house is built around the trees, protecting them. The clean exterior of his house promises warmth and comfort which contradicts the fact that the owner of the house is rather aloof, anything but warm and comfort.
    Aunt Binna steps out of the car and makes her way to her son’s door; short stairs leading to the brown mahogany wooden door. Aunt presses the bell to alert her presence and waits for her son to show up. A few seconds later, she hears a faint female voice before the door finally opens. She is greeted by a tall, model-like woman with a brown waist-length straight and silky hair. Her face carries the look of an innocent and naive person but that if it wasn’t for the hate that Aunt carries for her because surely she’s nothing but a cunning woman. 
    Aunt immediately scowls at the sight she is greeted with. Rika is the reason for Jungkook's changes in behaviour and attitude for the past few months. He’s gotten colder and more distant than ever. If it wasn’t for you who had been supporting him, Aunt would have to watch his son drown in his own misery. If Rika hadn’t left him, they would’ve probably started a family of their own and Aunt would’ve been blessed with grandchildren. 
    But, no. 
    Aunt Binna doesn’t want grandchildren that come out of Rika, that had any blood and genetics of the young woman. She wants them from you and only from you. She only trusts Jungkook with you and no other woman. If Jungkook ends up with another woman then she wouldn’t acknowledge them. 
    It’s always you and has to be you. 
    You’ve done so much for her and Jungkook. She appreciates you so much but why is her son so blind? Can’t he see how much you care for him? - is what Aunt Binna always thinks of. You take care of him whenever he’s not well or injured due to some business, take in all of his anger whenever things didn’t work his way, help him to be more expressive - but sadly Rika had to ruin your progress -  and you always show nothing but loving and caring gestures to him, be it subtle or obvious. 
    “So, this is why (Y/N) left,” Aunt scoffs as she glares at Rika who already seems nervous.
    “Ma,” Jungkook comes out of nowhere. He looks around his mother to look for any signs of you but to no avail, he finds no one other than his mother but he still voices his question just in case his mother knows of your whereabouts.
    “Where’s (Y/N)?” 
    “Did you kick (Y/N) out because of this woman?” Aunt Binna ignores her son’s question as she deems it’s a waste of time to answer it. 
    Jungkook closes his eyes as he inhales before sighing. “We made an agreement that she will leave once the work is done, Ma. It has nothing to do with Rika.”
    “Enlighten me, why is she here?” Aunt crosses her arms. “Because the last thing I remember is that she left you, ran away a week before the wedding. Practically humiliating you and our family name.” 
    Jungkook lets silence become the only language as Rika’s eyes shift between the son and the mother. Aunt sighs as she doesn't receive an answer from her son. 
    “You really don’t deserve (Y/N), Jungkook. As a friend or as someone special, both of them. She took care of you like a precious diamond, loved you with all her heart and yet you never once appreciated her or even acknowledged her worth.” 
    Aunt takes a step closer to Jungkook. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on,” she hisses at him. 
    Rika’s eyes widened but Jungkook wears his mask skillfully as he didn’t show that he is taken aback by his mother. 
    “Once (Y/N) returns, it’s best if you don’t meet up with her or even try to find her because if you do, I’ll cut off any contacts you have with her.”
    “Is that a challenge?”
    “It’s a promise.” Aunt glares at him. “I’ve planned to set a date for her with someone… Someone who’s worthy of her.”
    Is it an empty threat? Or is it a real one? She doesn't know. 
    She doesn’t want you to be with someone else other than her son and only her son. Although her son is a piece of shit that doesn’t mean anyone out there is better than him. But then again she also wants you to be with someone you truly love, someone who could bring happiness to you and shower you with nothing but love and affection. 
    As if Aunt Binna has triggered a wrong switch, her son is immediately inches away from her face. Jungkook glares at his mother. 
    “If you only plan to rile me up using (Y/N), you better know it’s not a wise choice,” he whispers. “Leave. Her. Alone.”
    His words make his dear mother break into a laugh. He shouldn’t feel threatened by his mother’s words but the tinge of possessiveness that he felt says otherwise. One thing Jungkook doesn’t like is being threatened or felt threatened, it won’t end nicely. 
    “Why so? I’m merely helping her find her happiness. She’s free to date anybody in the very first place but guess what, she chose not to because of you but I’m sure now there’s nothing holding her back since you have Rika.”
    She chose not to. 
    Jungkook only manages to stare at his mother in silence. Aunt Binna has nothing more to say so she gladly turns around to leave. 
    “Have a great day, son.”
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    Jungkook eyes his left side of the bed. Rika is sleeping peacefully. Her little snores become the only sound in the quiet bedroom. He loves it - the little snores Rika makes while sleeping - but it was back then, hearing it now doesn’t give him the same effect as a few months ago. 
    Or does it ever give him any sort of effect?
    Everything around him is empty and emptier without you but his mind is never empty of you. You are always one of the many thoughts he had in mind.
    His morning would always be greeted with you holding a cup of coffee in hand, ready for him to down it to his throat and inviting him for breakfast which he would always avoid but you managed to make him because it’s simply you. You know how to handle him even while the relationship between the two of you is obviously strained because of that incident. 
    Missing you wouldn’t be a crime given that you and he share a deep bond. Did you really just break your promise? How could you? You’ve been by his side for years and the same goes for him but now you’ve left him without telling him whatsoever. He had asked you where you will be staying after he kicked you out the other day only for you to act so cold to him. 
    He should find you—
    No, he shouldn’t… Right? He has Rika now. She should be his main priority now. Everything is falling back into place except this time, there’s no you. 
    Where did you go?
    Why did you break the promise?
    Guilt crawls on his skin as it eats him up. The incident that takes place seven months ago flashes in front of his eyes like a fast-forwarded movie. 
    The fear in your eyes. 
    The trembling hands and quivering lips. 
    The pool of—
    Jungkook quickly pulls himself back to reality as he feels Rika shifting. He gets out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom. A nice shower would clear his head, he hopes. 
    “Good morning, sir.” 
    “Good morning, Nana.”
    Nana— or Mrs Chang is the housemaid, an old woman that Jungkook and you are close to. Mrs Chang has been taking care of you and Jungkook since you and Jungkook were kids. She’s a loving and caring woman, it reminds you of your grandma that’s why the two of you started calling her Nana.
    Mrs Chang exits the room once Jungkook has settled down on his chair. He stares at his breakfast that was prepared by Mrs Chang. It’s his favourite; soft soufflé pancakes with a cup of black coffee. 
    Rich golden honey syrup drips exquisitely from the top to the sides of the pancakes. It’s decorated with some berries and dusted with powdered sugar on top of the tower of pancakes. The pancakes are puffed, browned and heavenly sweet - even without tasting it yet. Aside from having a black coffee, pancakes are the start of his day but this is not it. 
    He picks up his utensils and cuts the pancake into preferably bite sizes as he eats it. It tastes bland even with all the sweets that had decorated his plates. The pancake is good but it didn’t spark his taste buds because he knows this isn’t the one he always had, it is not made and cooked by you. 
    Pull yourself together, Jungkook. 
    His quiet breakfast is interrupted by Rika. She slides her arms around Jungkook’s neck from behind and nuzzles her face into his neck. Jungkook breathes out her name as he puts down his utensils with a clink. 
    “Can I go out for a while, Jungkook?”
    “No.” He didn’t miss a beat as he voices sternly. 
    “Whyyy?” She whines. 
    “Because I have to go to work.”
    “I’ll take the guards with me—”
    “When I said you can’t go out, you can’t. Which part of “you can’t” did you not understand, Rika?” His voice is dripping with irritation. “For now, I don’t want you to leave the house without me.”
    “You once left me. I won’t let you do it twice.” It’s a promise. 
    Because you left me, I almost lost (Y/N).
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    It doesn’t take long for your life to be flipped upside down or in this case, Jungkook’s life - or preferably he called it a plan. It doesn’t take long for your plan to be interrupted and ruined.
    His life doesn’t centre on love or on this particular woman but he needed these two for a purpose. The airport was a runaway with the metal birds. It’s a starter for people that seek hope and adventure on another ground. But now, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to destroy airports. 
    Once he’s at the airport, it was packed with a swarm of people. It’s the busy hour right now and he couldn’t afford to cause a ruckus with all eyes around. His eyes scanned his surroundings to find the familiar figure. He ordered a few of his men to split up and search around. 
    “Jungkook, her flight is almost departing. Gate A-32,” your voice rang in Jungkook’s earpiece. 
    “Gate A-32,” he ordered his men with a flick of his wrist and they immediately got into action. 
    Men in black suits started to fill in the airport. People were giving weird and confused stares as they saw those men in black but they knew better than to care about others. Jungkook had ordered them to find his fiancée that had run away and that’s the only thing they would focus on. 
    Jungkook was about to head to the gate that you had mentioned but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “Wait, Jungkook,” he looked over his shoulder and met eyes with Taehyung, his friend. 
    “A-32 is a domestic flight. Rika wouldn’t be so stupid to run away within this country,” Taehyung frowned. “Did (Y/N)—”
    “Fucking hell,” Jungkook cursed under his breath. He hastily tore off his earpiece. You were ruining his plan and buying time for Rika. Are you her accomplice? Why are you helping her?
    “Jungkook, it’s not (Y/N)’s fault—”
    “Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.” Jungkook glared at him, shutting him off. “She’s messing up on purpose!”
    “Why would she even do that?” Taehyung snapped at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? She has no motive to do so!”
    Jungkook regulated his breathing. Taehyung might be right but he couldn’t handle any mistakes at this crucial moment and this mistake coming from you was unusual as you rarely made a mistake but then again you’re a human with weaknesses. Maybe he’s just being irrational right now. 
    Taehyung’s earpiece began to buzz off. He heard your voice trying to connect to his earpiece. “Taehyung? Can you hear me?” 
    “I can’t get a hold of Jungkook— Did something happen?”
    “(Y/N), it’s not gate A-32,” he said. “Relocate her.”
    “Gate A-32 is a domestic flight, (Y/N). Are you sure she’s there?”
    “Shit, hold on!” He heard you ordering your subordinate to relocate Rika and search every gate. “She was at gate A-32 just now— How…”
    “She is buying herself some time. She’s definitely not alone.”
    “She’s… Her tracker is at gate B-40 now. Be mindful this is just her tracker, have people outside of the airport as well just in case what you said is right.”
    Taehyung immediately jumped into action and pushed Jungkook to run to the gate you had just mentioned. 
    “Gate B-40, Kook. I’ll be outside just in case she escapes from this airport,” he told him. “Go!”
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    “Still at the waiting area of gate B-40?” you asked one of your subordinates. 
    They were all equally busy, pressured and stressed as you were. Their eyes were moving from one monitor to another, trying to find Rika in the midst of busy crowds. The sound of keyboard clickings filled the room.
This might be your speciality - to hack, in general - but surely everything would take time and now you have to get access to the airport’s security system just to find Rika through the surveillance cameras and with the help of her tracker she doesn’t know of - You hope she doesn’t know. Jungkook had installed the tracker in Rika’s phone without her knowledge - just a normal thing for Jungkook - so it’s a plus point for this situation. 
    Who would’ve thought…
    “Yes, she’s still there,” one of them answered as he was in charge of watching over the tracker’s location. The others were still trying to find Rika through the surveillance camera. 
    A frown was visible on your forehead. You pinched them as you tried to think of a reason for Rika to suddenly elude Jungkook. He treasured her like he had never before. You couldn’t think of any motive as to why Rika suddenly wanted to run away and to add to it, it’s one week before their wedding. If you were confused by this situation then Jungkook was twice confused. 
    Your eyes began to scan all over the monitors in the room. Rika’s figure has not been found yet but it was believed that she’s in this airport and hopefully, still. A surge of anxiety was starting to eat you up as the longer you scanned the monitors, the harder it was to find Rika; there were too many people at this hour. 
    You were about to move from the monitor to another one when your eyes caught a familiar figure in one of the monitors. The frown on your face grew harder at that. You squint your eyes to get a clearer vision as you close the distance between you and the monitor. 
    You’ve never felt the worst feeling of panic. 
    “Rika is not at gate B-40…” you muttered under your breath. 
    One of your co-workers caught what you just said. “But her tracker is still at B-40,” he said, his voice clear of confusion as to why you said that. 
     All of this was staged. Rika had planned all of this carefully and rather cunningly. What Taehyung said was true; she’s not alone and she’s buying time for that person. You refuse to believe your assumption might be right because if it was, Rika was one step away from escaping. 
    And you fucked up real bad. 
    “Entrance— The airport's second entrance, check that monitor!” you told them. “Fuck, where are Jungkook’s men?!”
    They were supposed to guard outside of the airport too!
    “(Y/N), that’s Rika!” your subordinate gasped. “But why is she—”
    “Rika isn’t planning to depart from this airport,” you told him as you rushed to the door. “Trace the car Rika is using, send it to me and inform Jungkook, ASAP!”
    Your subordinates quickly get into work. “Close down the road Rika is using. Do anything as long as the road is empty.”
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    The feeling of adrenaline rush in your body was indescribable. Your hand was placed on the gear stick while the other was on the steering wheel, your foot was pressing the accelerator pedal hard as you sped off in order to get to Rika or at least to stop her car from going any further. 
    After some time speeding off the road, you saw a familiar car, a black Mercedes-AMG GT 4-Door Coupé. You could be wrong but you were confident it’s Rika. Yes, she couldn’t be the only person that owned that car brand and model but the car was specifically Jungkook’s. The logo of his notorious gang and company was embedded on the car - it’s a must for every car that he owned to have those - and the number plate? It was specifically designed by Jungkook. 
    Not wasting time any further, you didn’t hesitate to make a drastic turn. The car you’re aiming at was in the opposite lane. You clutched the steering wheel and spun it to the maximum. You’re driving against the current in order to stop Rika’s car. 
    The mission is to stop Rika from leaving. 
    The adrenaline rush once again pumped in your body as you were speeding up towards Rika’s car. The luck was on your side because the road was already empty and it’s all thanks to your subordinates’ effort in getting it done using whatever ways. You wouldn’t want to cause damage to the public property and people around. You stared up intensely at Rika’s car that’s a few metres away from you, heading furiously towards you with no hint of slowing down as it seemed. 
    You drifted your car to make a roadblock in hopes that she wouldn't get past you. The only way to get past you is to crash your car and that alone was enough to cause damage to her car and slow her down, you hope Jungkook and his men were already on their way and not so far from your location. 
    To your surprise, Rika’s car came to an abrupt halt. The sudden press on her brake pedal left drift marks on the road. You immediately threw yourself out of your car and ran towards Rika’s car. 
    “Jungkook and his men are already on their way to you, (Y/N),” Jake, one of your subordinates, told you through the earpiece you had on. “I told him about Rika’s actual plan and he immediately got out of the airport, don’t do anything rash, just hold her off for some time.”
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    As soon as he got alerted by your subordinate, he wasted no time as he got out of the airport. It’s safe to say he may have bumped into some people and caused them to fall to the ground but he didn’t have the time to help. 
    He sped off the empty road to get to your location. He assumed it’s your order to get the road closed down. 
    But maybe he was too late.
    He saw your car sped off from your location but you were still there. The car Rika had used previously was abandoned. Rika took your car and left. 
    Why weren’t you stopping her?
    Rage and anger took over his body. He finally arrived at your location and immediately got out. He strode to you with big and long steps. 
   You heard cars coming in your way, you knew it’s Jungkook. You inhaled a good amount of oxygen as you closed your eyes, ready to face his wrath. The view of your car being driven further and further was what you saw once you opened your eyes again. Courage and braveness were what you needed right now but you couldn’t afford to have them. You felt an object being pushed to the back of your head, enough to command you to turn around. 
    Once you were sure your car with Rika in it was out of your sight, only then did you turn and faced Jungkook. The object you felt at the back of your head was a gun, Jungkook’s gun. The mouth of the gun was now a few inches from your forehead. You summoned leftover courage you had - you prayed you have - and spoke with a surprisingly clear voice, contrasting your trembling hands. 
    “I’m sorry, I was careless to let her escape.”
    The trigger goes off. 
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    Your past will always haunt you, taunt you in the evilest way. Regret will eat you alive for every second thing you do that is against your will, you have control over the matter but you chose the wrong way. Does Jungkook have control over his actions in the past? Perhaps not, but then again is his action against his will?
    Jungkook’s eyes shoot open. 
    The hideous past of you and him is still fresh in his mind. The guilt always eats him up every night, even after seven months. Jungkook rests his head on the steering wheel as he tries to regain himself, his self-composure. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but stare into space and reminisce about the past. He takes a deep breath before pulling up his body to sit up straight and start his car.
    He wished he had not acted irrationally back then.
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    It’s easy to describe Jeon Enterprise building, simple, really. The building is massive and clean. Most furniture in the building is either black, grey or beige. Jungkook arrives at the lobby and immediately gets into the elevator that specifically heads to his office floor. He is greeted by the receptionist which he replies with a simple nod and proceeds to the elevator. 
    The ride to his floor isn’t time consuming and he arrives at his floor after a few seconds. His floor is spacious compared to other floors. His father had designed the building himself and Jungkook didn’t make any changes ever since he took over his father’s position. He enjoys it too, working alone on the floor, no distraction whatsoever. That’s what makes them father and son, similarities in preference. 
    They say, always expect the unexpected - but where’s the fun in that? The element of surprise is what Jungkook fancies. After all, that’s how you take down your enemy. But he certainly doesn’t like to be surprised and he most definitely didn’t expect to be greeted with a piece of envelope presented on his desk. 
    Your resignation letter. 
    When he is walking down the hallway, he misses the empty cabin of yours. Your cabin is empty; the desk is cleared, no files or documents, just the company’s original properties which are the computer, the mouse and the keyboard. The letter of resignation is placed neatly on top of his desk, too neat to his liking. 
    He reads the content of the letter even when he knows it’s just a letter of you announcing your last day of employment - which is today - explaining your reason; personal reasons along with some praises to your co-workers and the company. 
    Jungkook is anything but rational right now. His mind is a mess but he’s unsure of the reason - because of your departure, perhaps? It wasn’t stated in the contract he made seven months ago that you have to resign from your position and end your contract of employment with Jeon Enterprise once you’ve found Rika.
    But then again, there’s nothing stopping you from doing so. Originally your contract of employment ended seven months ago, exactly a day after Rika had escaped. You renewed it because it was included in the contract Jungkook made you sign seven months ago that you have to continue working with Jeon Enterprise. 
    “You’ve read the letter, son?”
    Jungkook is too absorbed in his thoughts to the point he didn’t hear the footsteps of his mother nor did he hear the door to his office being opened. Aunt Binna is leaning against the wall near the door. She’s wearing a long black leather coat that reaches to her ankle and a belt secured on her waist. Her face is adorned with a pair of sunglasses and red lipstick. Her hair is tied back to a low bun, leaving a few strands to fall on the left side of her face. 
    Aunt takes off her glasses. “I sent that letter on her behalf.” 
    Jungkook immediately raises his head and stares at his mother with a bewildered look on his face. “Why?”
    “It’s her choice to resign,” she shrugs. “I only helped with sending the letter to you.”
    Jungkook heaves a heavy sigh. “Never mind, Rika is back. That’s all that matters.” He leans back to his chair, pinching his eyes close. Aunt heard him, of course, and she couldn’t help but to feel angry at her son. She scoffs as she crosses her arms. 
    “Why is she back anyway? She left you, Kook,” Aunt reminds him. “You’re overlooking the important thing right now. (Y/N) left the country to god knows where! Aren’t you worried?”
    “I love Rika so much, Ma. I can’t let her go,” he bares himself. 
    “Well, you might love her but I hate her— Maybe I loathe her even more after knowing the real reason why she escaped!”
    “What—What do you mean, Ma?” he frowns. 
    “God, I don’t know why (Y/N) kept this as a secret from you,” Aunt Binna sighs. “She loves you too much to not tell you the painful truth because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
    Jungkook's frown deepens. His mother glares at him and puts back on her sunglasses, clearly ready to leave the room. “Maybe back then if you had asked (Y/N) what truly happened, you would’ve known.”
    Aunt looks over her shoulder. “You’re a smart man, Kook. I hope you have not become a fool because of Rika and I hope you have a solid reason as to why Rika is back.”
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Past : A week after you left. 
    The studio apartment was quite spacious; the bedroom, kitchen and living room were all in one space. Taehyung moseyed around his temporary little apartment. He’s used to living in a mansion but new experience doesn’t hurt especially when he’s doing this for you. 
    “(Y/N) suffered enough to get you back, Rika,” Taehyung drawled. He’s in no mood to talk actually, but Rika has been blowing up his phone so he had no choice but to pick up her calls. “Now that she’s free, I have no intention of keeping your little affair.”
    He hummed over something Rika was saying over the phone. “She doesn’t know that I knew about this,” he smirked when he heard Rika throwing a string of curses at him but his playfulness dissipated in a blink of an eye. 
    “You made my (Y/N) suffer. You and Jungkook… Both of you made her suffer.”
    They said anger is the bodyguard of sadness; it’s true. Anger started to spark in his veins as he remembered the tears that had fallen from your eyes while having a gun up to your head. He’s angry that he couldn’t afford to do anything back then and he’s sad that those images, those memories would stay in his mind forever. 
    Taehyung mastered the art of masking one’s emotions, be it by face or by voice. He’s angry but couldn’t afford to snap at Rika, at least not now. Anger is a powerful emotion. 
    “We are supposed to be together by now, you know? Me and (Y/N), I mean,” he continued. “If it wasn’t for your reckless action, I would’ve had her in my arms now…”
    Rika continued throwing profanities at Taehyung but he didn’t mind her of course instead, he continued. “But it’s fine, you’ll suffer in her place now.”
    The playfulness seemed to have come back as it was evident in his voice. “I’m giving you a chance, Rika, since (Y/N) wouldn’t want Jungkook’s love of life to suffer, right?” He pouted, his tone mocking. “So, now everything depends on how he gets to know about this; either from the mouth of others or yours.”
    He moistened his lips before he hissed out his opinion. “The latter option is better.”
    He didn’t let Rika continue any further so he ended the call with one touch. He returned to the app he had opened before picking up Rika’s call. The resume button was pressed and the audio was loading before it started playing again. It’s a conversation between two individuals. Taehyung had his earbud on one side of his ear as he listened to the conversation tentatively. 
    “Jungkook has given you everything, Rika. Why are you betraying him?”
    Your weak voice, your desperate voice which Taehyung knew that you were on the verge of tearing up - not out of sadness but rather out frustration, confusion and even anger - filled the room. He had replayed the audio for god knows how many times. It’s to the point he had remembered each and every sentence of the conversation. 
    He’s waiting for the perfect time to drop the bomb. 
    The conversation was still going on when he heard a knock on his door, breaking his concentration but he was bound to be disturbed at this time because the person he had been expecting had finally arrived. He knew exactly who’s behind the door without even opening the door yet. 
    Taehyung walked towards the door and with a happy smile, he opened the door. 
    “Aunt Binna,” he called. “Pleasure seeing you.”
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purrfectfae · 13 days ago
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Author : purrfectfae
Pairing : barbarian king! jungkook × student! reader
Genre : yandere au, smut, angst
Warnings⚠️ : soft yandere jungkook , oc is culturally naive, kidnapping, forced marriage ,slight dubcon , oral (f.receiving) , penetrative sex (unprotective), breeding kink.
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The huge mountains and the foliage around you smells like life and freshness. You can only imagine being in such an environment and inhaling fresh air makes your body more awake. Your boyfriend jin breaks you out of your reverie by nudging your shoulder softly and it reminds you why you are here.
Your college thought the best way a person can learn a subject is from experiencing it and you believe it too. But its something you are doing it for the first time. Raised in a rich household by maids and your parents always busy with work, you never got to go out a lot and moving out for uni at 18 made your life change for the best. Though it was tough in the beginning, you are getting used to it.
You can see the civilization of the tribes nearing from the bus window . Kids adorned in something akin to animal fur are playing tag, women are cooking and cleaning outside their huts, men are cutting wood with their torsos open for the whole world to see and only draped in a sheer cloth over their waist.
They were barbaric.
You wince feeling your boots drench with wet mud. Jin wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you up towards him and you smile at him, thanking in silence.
It's when you see him.
In all his glory, surrounded by scary, barbaric men. He gives a terrifying and bossy aura around him, one that screams 'king' and you guessed it right . There's only a little fur draped over his waist and around his shoulders like some sort of jacket, his torso is naked with his chest so buff and his waist so thin and his thighs very taut and muscular. His proportions are just amazing. His face is fierce yet soft and it makes you wonder how such a man could exist.
He meets your stare and locks it under his scrutinizing gaze. You move your head swiftly to the side where your fellow classmates are unpacking.
It is not until evening when you see him again at the gathering. Your professor asked you all to dress nice and be at you best behaviour around the locals. He feared those barbarians would behead him if something wrong happened.
They won't right?
With how you entered like a goddess stepping her feet on the earth for the first time, in your virgin white lace backless gown, your hair tied loosely at the back with butterfly golden plated trinkets and little strands falling on your face at right places , golden plated tiara adorning your head, your emerald pendent dipping in the valley between your boobs made it all enticing , demanding everyone's attention on you, demanding his attention.
He was enchanted.
How could he not , when you looked so beautiful like an angel?
You were the prettiest pearl among the bunch of fake, yellowish ones , the liveliest flower among the dried ones. Oh! He had to have you.
You meet his gaze once again and this time he smiles at you as you mimic one in return with a little curtsy. But you do not expect him to saunter over to you and push your boyfriend to the side taking his place beside you .
It is where you should belong. Beside him.
You giggle watching the locals dance around the bonfire with your friends joining in between and moving along the rhythm. Your sweet laugh amuses him and he craves to hear it everyday.
When it came to the feast, you crinkle your nose in a cute scrunch. The scent of meat always peeved you and the fact that you are a very picky eater didn't help either. So you settle on chewing some grapes instead .
" you can have mine ", his voice raucous as he slides his plate beside you.
"I'm fine, my king ", you bow him slightly blushing a little at his sweet gesture.
" jungkook , you can call me jungkook ", you nod in return not daring to say his name out loud.
The next few days go by you interviewing the locals and roaming around the expanse of this green, luscious land. You don't see jungkook after the gathering and you are very glad . It felt uncomfortable having him beside you throughout that night, with his rough palm over the small of your naked back. It almost felt like he was your boyfriend and you wonder where jin got lost that day.
The day came soon where your excursion ended. You are set to leave with small gifts from few generous locals and many memories to hold onto.
You set your foot out of your temporary residence to witness something you dreaded so much. Your friends and teachers are tied to huge logs with their mouths gagged shut and you feel your luggage slip from within your hands.
You see jin lying lifelessly beside few barbaric goons (who you're pretty sure are responsible for jin's condition) ,with blood seeping out of his head and pooling on the ground beside him. It makes you sick. It almost feels like a fever dream. It makes your head dizzy and stomach churn.
You are swept off your feet suddenly making you turn your head to meet the familiar doe like eyes. The last thing you see is a smirk plastered on his face before your mind slips into darkness in the arms of the barbarian king.
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You wake up to see yourself dressed up in a flimsy red silk cloth that barely covers you. It drapes around your privates tightly with your waist and legs exposed. Your neck and limbs feel tight and you recognize them to be ornaments. They are all over your body. A long red lace veil is attached to the back of your head and it pools around your legs.
You look in the mirror beside you to see mascara around your eyes, dark red tint on your lips, white paint in intricate details on your cheeks. You look fresh despite the drowsiness and you wonder how.
The next thing you know is two women of almost your age , who look at you like they'll probably gouge your eyes out , drag you outside. You thrash , resisting but it doesn't work. At one point , the lady raises her hand to hit you only to be stopped by the other one whisper shouting at her that the king would punish her if she ever laid hand on you.
Despite that, she pushes you roughly outside and you land directly in the arms of the man who wrecked your life.
" please let me go", you whimper, your voice feathery and vulnerable making him melt. He leans down to place a quick peck on your forehead, still holding you tight against his chest.
" sweetheart, you are going to be mine today", he pushes your hair behind your ear and that's when you notice him dressed in something similar to yours. Red.
He walks hand in hand with you along the aisle towards the podium. You turn your head in all directions searching for your friends and teachers among the herd of boisterous crowd, but they are nowhere in sight. You panic.
Jungkook holds your hands in his, facing you with all his population cheering and howling around you. You are overwhelmed with everything happening around you. You just want to go home.
You pull your hands away only to be held tightly by him making your bones pop.
You wince visibly but he does nothing to free you out of it. The priest reads out something but you pay no mind to it.
"You are one with two bodies uniting your souls and bodies on the auspicious night I announce you king and queen , husband and wife"
Jungkook pulls you towards him, one hand wrapped around your naked waist and the other under you bum. He lifts you a up a little and sinks his teeth in the junction of your neck and shoulder drawing blood. You throw your hands around his neck and hide your face in his chest in reflex.
He pulls out looking at you with a smug face, blood dripping at the side of his lips. He leans down to kiss you roughly and you let him do whatever he wants in fear.
" kiss me back dammit ", he mumbles on your lips and you move your lips on his making him smile in victory. He leaves your lips with a lewd pop and turns towards the loud crowd holding your hands high up in the air.
Jungkook throws your petite body on his shoulder showing off his people like you were a trophy only he could win. He jumps in the crowd as his people surround you both, cheering loudly and he spanks you, growling along the crowd animalistically.
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" don't do this please ", you plead moving away from where he is standing at the foot of his bed. Now yours.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance, " you are officially mine now. I can't let you go after all I've done for you to be mine".
He moves slowly towards the bed, removing his clothes while doing so and sits in the centre of the bed stark naked facing you. You avert your gaze not wanting to look at the man who ruined your life.
" you can look at me baby, I'm yours just like how you are mine ",
"Come sit ", he pats his thigh gesturing for you to come to him but you stay rooted at your place. He chest rumbles with a growl at your disobedience as he breaks the glass jars beside him.
You choke out a sob but make your way towards him calming him down a little. He pulls you on his lap when you near him feeling your smooth skin over his rough one.
He runs his hand over the sequins and silk of your dress desperate to feel all of you. He hurriedly unwraps the strings at the back of your top, revealing your fleshly mounds to his lustful eyes.
He looks into your fox eyes with his doe ones but somehow it feels like he is the predator and you are the prey.
He snuggles in your neck sniffing the ambrosia like scent . He could get used to this everyday. He wonders how you taste and smell down there. He is pretty sure it tastes like heaven and he could spend days between your legs.
Your nerves trembles beneath your skin and you visibly shudder in his hold. He notices it but doesn't say anything about it, only allowing himself to bask in your closeness. He waited so long for this and he is going to take his time with you.
You yelp out a shriek when he throws your body on the sheets beside him as he maneuvers himself above you, his mane falling over his face as he looks down at you with shiny, onyx eyes. He pulls down the remaining of your cloth and discards it on the floor.
He lets his stare confined to your naked perfection feeling all his blood rush down to his manhood. " gorgeous".
He puts your legs around his neck making your mouth leap out a shriek. " no , don't "
" you've been cock teasing me all this time. It's only fair, I get a taste of that cunt you've been taunting in my face ", he licks a long stripe along your slit making you jolt up from the sensation. You are embarrassed and ashamed to feel good in a situation like this. You should be disgusted with a monster like him. But why do you want this? You assume you are just horny.
You'll find a way out of this place tomorrow after this ends. You promise yourself. But can you though? You don't even know where this place is and you doubt if you could get yourself out of the thick forest alive and in one piece.
He latches his lips on your sweet Pearl , swirling and sucking on it. Your legs twitch , slinging on his shoulders as he licks and laps on your juices. Your feel the knot in your tummy go undone, experiencing a marvelous orgasm as he helps you ride out of it.
" fucking taste so good"
Jungkook leans on top of you, throwing all his weight over yours as he kisses your feverishly.
You let out a mewl when you feel his crotch rub against yours .
His hands are burning hot against your skin as he looks at you with dark lidded gaze, arousal seeping throught it.
He manhandles your breasts as he sucks a hickey right above your clavicle. You choke out a strangled moan when he finds your sweet spot.
"Oh ! My God "
" nghh... I like the idea of being your God ", he says smugly intertwining your hands in his.
He lines his cock at the entrance of your slit and your pulse races. It's not like you've never done this before, but this is different. He is different.
" please don't make it hurt ", you say softly with your eyes trained on him . Jungkook softens a little at your vulnerability.
He leans down to kitten lick your cheek as he whispers in your ear ," I promise ".
He pushes all of him inside you slowly, letting you adjust his size. Once he's fully in, he slowly moves in circles feeling ecstacy and euphoria rushing in his veins. " mmh".
He picks up his pace slowly, only beginning to get rougher when he makes sure you are comfortable with it.
" m'gonna put all my babies in here", he rubs your belly feeling his cock hit his palm from underneath.
" m'gonna treat you like a queen. My queen ", he bucks his hips forward, hitting the entrance of your cervix as his tongue Snakes out to trace your lips. " never gonna let you go out of my sight ever "
You feel your orgasm nearing and you let yourself hold onto him for support as you cum around him. He releases shortly after with Carnal noises leaving his mouth.
You let your chest heave up and down already feeling tired and dozy.
" you are cute if you think im done with you darling "
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aajjks · 22 days ago
Mommy Issues [TEASER]
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synopsis. They needed you, They wanted you.
pairing: yandere!single dad!jk x fem!reader.
tw: mentions of a d**d b*dy, manipulati*n, obsession, toddler child. mentions of s*x. 
note. YAYYY IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS MINI SERIES (?) Based on the reaction this gets, I’ll continue this. PLEASE PLEASE SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS OR QUESTIONS EVEN. enjoy! wanna be tagged? reply under THIS POST ONLY!
header credits @introgfx 🙏🙏😭💕
[pic found on Pinterest]
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It all started when,
A newborn infant was forced in his hands as he watched the hospital staff take the dead body away.
Jungkook watched with unshed tears glossing over his brown orbs, his grip unbeknownst to him tightening protectively around the baby. His life had just crumbled right before his tired eyes.
His whole life was ruined in a span of an year.
It was just another night, it was supposed to be just one night of meaningless sex and nothing more.
That woman was a one night stand. She didn’t mean anything to him. He didn’t care about her, hell, he didn’t even know her name.
He was drunk and depressed. Jeongguk was a reckless young man. He only cared about sex and nothing more.
Jungkook still remembered the last five years so clearly, it was like yesterday when he received a call from one of the local hospitals of Seoul.
He still felt the trembling of his legs as he was standing there, his mind was all over the place.
The day that changed his life forever….
The cry from his toddlers mouth broke him out of his trance.
Jungkook tapped on his chin as he watched his son pout, his heart swelled inside his chest as he stared into those familiar bambi eyes of the toddler.
“What’s wrong? Jeon-Seol?” He cooed, softly brushing away the hair as he waited for his son to respond. “Yknow it’s your first day in kindergarten? You should be excited! You’ll get to meet so many kids… you’ll make so many new friends!” Jungkook smiled, wiping away the tears that fell from Jeon-Seol’s eyes.
“D-Daddy I-I don’t wanna go… w-wanna stay with you…” he cried, as he hugged his tiny body to jungkook who was down on one knee. Jeongguk hugged the child back.
Humming a lullaby in order to calm him down, running his hands to soothe his tiny back. “Sweetheart, do not be afraid. You’re so strong and brave aren’t you?” Jungkook whispered to Seol.
The toddler only whined into his fathers neck as he nuzzled closer. “You’re my strong little guy, right?” Jungkook was feeling so excited, his heart was jumpy, a hint of impatience in his tone.
“B-But daddy- hush, jeon-seol.” Jungkook carefully broke the hug as he cradled his sons face in his hands.
“You don’t want to go and spend time with our favourite?” Jungkook couldn’t help himself as he knitted his eyebrows.
“You don’t want to go to ms Y/N?” It was jungkook turn to pout. “Weren’t you telling me the other day how much you missed your mommy?”
The child stopped crying as he stared innocently into Jeongguks eyes.
Not being able to catch the dark glint in his daddy’s eyes. “Y-Yes daddy… I missed ms Y/N…” he confessed, his chubby cheeks huffing.
“I want to go to mommy… just like you said daddy.” He whimpered. Jungkook smiled again. “Daddy?”
Jungkook hummed again.
“When will mommy come to live with us forever?”
Jungkook blinked. His heart fluttering as he took a deep breath.
“Soon, my dear son, soon. I want mommy to come with us too.”
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nonameyoon · 2 months ago
can you do yandere bts "when you ignore them" with maknae line too please?
Yandere OT7: You ignore them~
Hyung Line
(Maknae Line)
A/N: here you go dear! Sorry for the wait! Also, it’s a little differently written to the Hyung line’s part, I was trying to go for a little more story telling kind of work…
Mentions: Jimin accuses reader with no evidence, Taehyung locks up claustrophobic reader, JK gets into a fight and lowkey manipulated reader.
Warning: This contains Yandere themes and toxic behavior. If you do not like/feel uncomfortable with this kind of content, feel free skip this post.
What? You’re ignoring him? Why? What did he do? Are you… cheating?
Yeah, that’s the first thing that goes through his mind when he sees you turning your back on him or avoiding his touch.
In his mind, he couldn’t have possibly done something to upset you to the point where you don’t want to acknowledge him.
It was simply impossible for him to be the culprit of your sudden mood swing.
“I hope you’re really happy,” he says, glancing at you while you were sitting on the couch. You said nothing and continued watching the series, but he knew you’d be listening.
“For how much time?” He asks, gripping onto the side of the couch harshly, waiting for an answer to come out of your throat. But nothing came.
He begins to get frustrated and angered, causing him to glare harshly at you.
You kept ignoring him though. He could glare at you all he wants, but there was no way in hell you were speaking to him after he embarrassed you at the store later that day.
“Talk to me or I swear on my mother’s life I’ll make you talk,” he threatens, but receives no reaction from you.
You knew him all too well. He did this so you’d give in. But you weren’t afraid of him. His threats were always empty words. He’d bark but never bite, so you didn’t expect much from him anyways.
“(Y/N), you’re such a fucking asshole,” he yells at you, grabbing the controller out of your hands and throwing it onto the floor. The lid came off and all the batteries flew and rolled into different directions.
Your eyes widened for a second at the sudden action, but with furrowed brows, you stand and try to walk away.
His body blocks you, which made you back away from him. The look in his eyes was nothing similar to your sweet boyfriend.
He grabs you by the shoulders and begins shaking you, yelling at you about all the things you were probably doing with the poor man who just asked you where the restroom was.
“You like people fucking you, huh?!” More similar things would come out of his mouth as he shook you.
When you finally break to tell him to stop, he gets even angrier. Something inside him just snaps at this point, he wasn’t even mad you were ignoring him. Instead, he was in this deep delusion where you’re cheating on him.
When you try to explain why you were ignoring him, he doesn’t believe you, instead he pushes you down onto the floor and begins telling you how ungrateful you were.
“Am I not enough? Have I not given you what you want? Are you this selfish?”
Tears would roll down his cheeks as he went on and on about your ‘disloyalty’ and ‘dishonesty’ in the relationship.
“You hate me don’t you? That’s why you love other people! That’s why you ignore me! You can’t stand me,”
As stupid as it might sound, you felt bad for him. And that’s what he wanted. He wanted to control you with his crocodile tears.
No matter how much damage he causes in your relationship, you’ll always come crawling back to him once he starts crying,
“Don’t lie to me (Y/N)! You hate me!,”
Finally, you break and try to embrace him, holding him in your arms while tears of your own fall from your eyes.
You’d probably learn your lesson from this moment. You’ll never ignore him. You felt guilty and he made you feel like it was all your fault.
“Why do you treat me like this..?”
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Oh no no no, don’t you dare ignore him. For your own good, you should just apologize immediately before he gets too mad.
“So you’re ignoring me for no reason?”
Well, it wasn’t for no reason. In fact, you had a pretty valid reason as to why you didn’t want to acknowledge him at that moment.
You turn your head and look away, trying not to give him the slightest bit of attention he craved—or well—demanded.
“This isn’t funny, you know you’re acting stupid, right?”
Your face contorts into an angered expression at the sudden name calling. This was one of the reason why you’d ignore him.
You were sick of being treated like a doormat. Like a stranger. He thought he could say and do anything just because, and you didn’t like it one bit.
He grabs your face and makes you look at him, “if you don’t cut it out, I swear you won’t be going to your little job any time soon,”
You wanted to yell at him so bad, but you stood your ground. You wanted to show him that he didn’t have control over you.
“Oh? So that’s how it’s going to be? Fine,”
He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the bathroom, pushing you inside harshly and locking the door from the outside.
This is where you begin to panic.
You’ll start banging on the door and calling out to him. Your voice would be ignored by him though.
He decided to actually leave the house and leave you all alone while locked up, knowing all too well how you were afraid of being alone.
A punishment like this would definitely put you in your place, he was sure of it.
Your throat would go dry as you refused to drink water from the faucet. Tears would fall out of your eyes and a loud sob echoed through the entire bathroom.
He wouldn’t come home for hours, and if he did, he would act as if you weren’t begging him to let you out of the lonely and almost suffocating bathroom.
Honestly, the wall seemed to be getting closer and closer as the bathroom became smaller and more crowded.
In your mind, the bathroom was beginning to become suffocating to you. You were panicking and getting claustrophobic.
Your swollen eyes would close shut as you began hyperventilating. You wanted to call out for help so bad, but nothing would come out of your throat.
The only time where Taehyung opened the door to check on you was when he didn’t hear anything coming from the bathroom.
Thinking you had done something to yourself, he bursts inside the bathroom and spots you balled up in the corner, head hidden between your knees.
You hadn’t even noticed him entering the room, you were currently lost in your own thoughts.
You snap out of it when a hand pulls you to stand up. Looking up at Taehyung, you immediately embrace him into a hug.
Even if he was the one to lock you up, you were glad you had someone with you. Finally.
“See? This is why you can’t ignore me. You’d be nothing without me by your side,”
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“What are you doing?”
“Is there something wrong…?”
“Can you please talk to me…,”
He’s definitely confused at first, so he tries to take the best approach to it. Interrogation.
It becomes obvious pretty early on that you have no intention on answering any of his questions, which only makes him frustrated with you.
He was very aware why you were ignoring him though. Deep down, he knew exactly why.
It was no secret Jungkook could be…. Overprotective of you, especially when it comes to complete strangers.
He’ll get into many fights which you’d probably have to break before the police got involved, but today was different.
Earlier that day, Jungkook had actually been arrested and taken to jail. You had to bail him out with your own hard earn money, and you weren’t pleased at all.
He felt bad of course, but he’d do it again and again. He couldn’t let nasty people catcall you right in front of him.
“Come on… don’t be mad. I’ll pay you back,” he puts a hand on your thigh but you slap it away.
You didn’t understand why he wasn’t taking the hint. You didn’t want to speak to him right now, but he kept on pushing and pressing your buttons.
Jungkook frowns at your actions and stands, making you glance up at him for a few seconds in confusion.
“You know I did it because I was trying to protect you, not because I wanted to embarrass you,”
You still gave him no response, making him clench his fists with slight annoyance.
“Do you like being catcalled? Is that it?”
Your eyes snap to look at his as you furrow your brows. Absolutely unbelievable.
When you open your mouth to speak, he shakes his head and puts his hand in front of him to stop you from speaking.
“No, you know what? Don’t even say anything. I’m going to my room,”
You couldn’t believe the nerve he had to sound so annoyed with you. It was supposed to be the other way around.
You get up to follow him to his room, beginning to tell him how unbelievable he was being.
“Baby, this is the problem! You ignore me and you don’t want to communicate with me! How are we ever going to fix any of our problems if you never want to talk about it!” He argues with you, standing in the doorway.
You look down at your feet, thinking about it. What you failed to notice was him playing with your head. He wanted to get you like this.
You tell him he’s right and sigh, sitting down on the bed next to him and almost forgetting why you were ignoring him in the first place.
Once again, you forgive his violent actions with the excuse of him being way too overprotective over you… but oh boy, was it more than that.
“Let’s not fight anymore, we can talk about this tomorrow,”
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deepdarkdelights · 17 days ago
Milliseconds (1) | 10 Seconds Drabbles
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Fic Type: Drabble
Word Count: ~3k
Series: 10 Seconds 
Takes place during the time skip in part 1 (10 Seconds) before Jungkook’s parents arrive.
Summary: It’s been two months since Jungkook took you from that parking lot and you have only just now realized how much time has slipped by as you celebrate your first birthday in captivity. 
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Kidnapping, Stalking, Nonconsensual Touching, Bruises, Blood, Anxiety Symptoms, Fear 
A/N: Surprise! I haven’t had the time to work on my longer fics so I whipped this up real quick for you guys. I’ve been promising 10 Series Drabbles and now that I am about to start final exams I thought this was the perfect time to release something! Think of it as a good luck gift for finals week! That being said, good luck to everyone, I believe in you and I hope I could bring you some happiness during a stressful time! Mama Delights loves you 💜💜💜
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You felt completely relaxed which was strange in and of itself.
But it was easy to be relaxed when you would forget where you were. When you were first waking up every morning it was easy to slip back into how things had been before. With your eyes still shut and your mind groggy with sleep you could forget that you were not in your bed in your parents’ house. You could forget that you weren’t waiting for your alarm to go off. You could forget that there weren’t any classes you were able to attend. 
But unlike other mornings, this morning you immediately knew that you were in the wrong bed. You could feel a warm presence beside you, your body inclined toward a dip in the bed that could only be made by another person. 
You could feel the soft, slow stroke of fingers down the curve of your face. They were ginger and rhythmic, soothing over the same stretch of skin over and over again. At first, your body had remained relaxed beneath the touch, you still weren’t fully awake, in fact, you were sure that you had been dreaming until you realized that you were far too aware. 
You slowly opened your eyes and as you blinked your blurry vision away your heart was instantly kicked into overdrive. Your kidnapper was laying beside you. He had this calm look over his features, a sickeningly adoring look in his eyes as he cherished you. It made you sick to your stomach. 
You jerked away from his touch, rising up on your forearms and scrambling away. His expression immediately shifted into one of concern. 
“Baby, it’s me, it’s Jungkook!” He said, sitting up as you froze like a rabbit. “It’s okay, it was just a bad dream, I’m right here.”
How ironic is it that he thought you were scared because of a bad dream when you were living in a waking nightmare every day since you had met him? Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you stared back at him. You knew it was in your best interest to let him believe whatever he wanted to. You had seen him angry before and you weren’t going to risk upsetting him again so soon. 
“Come here, sweetheart. It’s okay, I’ve got you now.” He said, attempting to comfort you.
You remained still as he approached and gathered you in his arms, resting you on his lap and cradling you to his chest. His tattooed hand gently stroked your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his chest vibrating as he hummed a soothing melody. 
You could feel the goosebumps rising on your skin. It was so terrifying having your captor, someone so horrible, cradle you and hum for you like you were a frightened child. It was so wrong and you wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible. But that was impossible. 
You involuntarily shook in his grasp, forcing your eyes shut in hopes that you could block him out but it was far too difficult. There was no escaping his imposing presence. 
“You’re being so good for me this morning, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He praised you, pressing an even softer kiss to your temple. “Come on, it’s time to get up sleepy head, I’ve got so much planned for today.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, this wasn’t right. Ever since you had woken up in that disgustingly pink and frilly room Jungkook had followed a strict schedule. Each day was horribly repetitive and predictable and not once had he made a change to that. Until today. 
He picked you up from underneath your arms and set you on your feet beside the bed, his hand quickly grasping yours as he gave you an excited grin. 
“Today is a very important day and I plan to make it very special for you baby.” He explained before pulling you over to the wardrobe in the room and removing a box from the far back of the top shelf. That explained why you had never noticed it. 
He handed you the box with a proud grin and stared at you with big, dark, doe eyes as he waited for you to open it. He reminded you of a puppy wriggling with excitement as they waited for their treat. 
You swallowed harshly as you removed the bow from the box, it was long, satin, and of course: pink. The box itself was white and looked like a garment box that held nice clothing, you hadn’t seen something like that since you were much younger. 
Once you removed the lid you were met with shiny, baby pink fabric. You were dumbfounded for a moment, unsure of what to do as you stared at the material. 
Jungkook had grown tired of waiting and slipped it free from its box, shaking it open. It was a puff dress, the kind of dress that had a high waist, short hem, and big round sleeves. 
“I bought it a while ago for your special day, do you like it?” He asked, that smile still present on his lips. 
You pressed your lips together and after a moment of hesitance gave him a stiff nod. He let out an excited breath before ushering you into the bathroom and forcing the dress into your hands. 
“I’ll be right here, don’t take too long.” He instructed as he closed the door but not fully - the latch never clicked and of course, there was not a lock on the door. 
You let out a deep sigh as you looked in the mirror. You looked tired and it was not because you had just woken up. You were constantly exhausted by having to restrain yourself from lashing out again. Jungkook scared you. You had seen it before, he may look sweet and kind on the outside but he held a stark duality. He could get angry and when he was angry he was unpredictable and you needed to keep yourself safe if you were ever going to get out of this. 
You quickly stripped your pajamas off which consisted of one of his oversized shirts. You were working quickly out of the fear of him growing impatient once more and just opening the door while you were half-naked. He was already antsy today and you just needed to make it through another day. 
Once you slipped the dress on you attempted to zip it only to find that you couldn’t reach the zipper. No matter how you bent your arms or twisted your hips you could not pull it up the track. 
You let out a grunt of frustration, kicking at the stray shirt on the floor. 
“Baby, is everything okay?” He called through the door. 
You sighed, your hands balling up into fists as you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes. You felt like you were going to cry not only from embarrassment but from the entire situation. 
You just wanted to go home. 
“I…I need help.” You finally admitted, your voice rough from lack of use. You had been giving Jungkook the silent treatment ever since his initial outburst, you had been to afraid to say the wrong thing and make him mad again. 
The door was flung open so harshly that a squeak of fright parted your lips, your hands flying up to hold the front of the dress as you stumbled backward. 
Jungkook’s eyes were wide in shock, not only because you had finally spoken to him but because you had willingly asked him for help. He swallowed harshly, his gaze pinned to the exposed skin of your legs and the hem of the skirt. Your one hand moved to tug the skirt down as your other held the dress up. 
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed, his cheeks flushing pink the longer he stared. “Come here, baby.”
You shook as you hesitantly and slowly approach him, your body jerking at the touch of his fingers to your upper arms as he turned you to face the mirror. His hands slowly drifted down your body, one coming to rest on the curve of your hip while the other grasped the zipper. He took his time pulling it up the track. You could feel his uneven, warm puffs of breath on the back of your neck. That was how close the two of you were. 
You slowly looked up, his dark eyes catching yours in the mirror as the zipper halted, his fingers snapping the hooks together at the top of the dress. He stood there still even after he had finished the job just to look at you. 
“Don’t you see how good we look together? We’re meant for one another.”
Your stomach churned at the thought. He was just as deluded as he was the first day you got there. There was no changing that.
“Ah, you’re just so distracting.” He breathed, his hands cupping your shoulders as he laid a kiss on the back of your neck, his eyes refusing to stray from yours in the mirror. “Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
He led you out of the bathroom, stooping down to pick up a pair of matching shoes. He chuckled to himself as he sat you at the vanity in the room, pulling your foot up into his lap as he kneeled on the floor, carefully guiding your foot into the shoe before delicately securing the strap around your ankle and repeating the process once more. 
“There you go princess, you’re all ready.” He said before finally standing and taking you out of the bedroom. 
His grasp was loose and gentle, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand as he guided you down the hallway and towards the kitchen. Before you could enter he stopped and moved behind you, putting his hands over your eyes. 
Your heart started pounding again, you were incredibly nervous and you had no idea what he was planning. Was he finally going to kill you? He had gotten you dressed up and kept talking about his big plans for you. What if you were going to be sacrificed like those virgins in cheesy horror movies? You weren’t ready, but then again who was? 
“Ta-da!” He sang as he removed his hands. 
You were frozen in shock as you took in the sight before you. There was a cake on the table, streamers hanging from the ceiling, balloons, and confetti. 
“Happy birthday, baby.”
You felt like you were going to throw up. This had to be a joke, there was no way that two months had already passed. That was two months of your life that you had lost and were never going to get back. He had to be lying, he had to be messing with you, tricking you into thinking that all that time had passed when in reality it had only been a week. 
“This is your first birthday we get to celebrate together,” He gushed before moving you to sit down at the table as he lit the candles, “It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but I use to buy cupcakes on your birthday and I would light a candle and make a wish for you every year. But now we can finally be together and I’m so happy.”
Once the candles were lit he moved back and pulled out a polaroid camera. “We’re going to make so many memories together.”
The camera flashed and almost immediately after you felt your eyes beginning to flood with tears. 
You could imagine how the picture would develop already. You would be staring up into the camera, your eyes wide and scared and your lips parted mid-tremble as the candles on the cake burned brightly. 
You sniffled as the first tear fell and Jungkook quickly noticed. He set the camera down before kneeling before you and grabbing your hands that were tightly grasping the skirt of your dress. 
“Baby, what’s wrong? It’s okay, we’re together now you don’t need to cry.” He cooed, trying his best to wipe your tears away despite your attempts to move your face away. 
“Oh!” He exclaimed, “Are you upset because you think I forgot to get you presents? Wait right here sweetheart I’ll be right back!”
As soon as he disappeared from your sight you began to think. Your gaze was narrowing in on the front door. You had never been given the opportunity to escape before. Jungkook had always been with you and when you were alone you were locked inside the bedroom you had woken up in two months ago. 
Two months had already passed. You couldn’t afford to lose any more time. 
You stood up on shaky knees and held your breath as you slowly began to walk down the hallway. Your ears were ringing as you listened closely, trying to make sure that your footsteps were quiet but the shoes weren’t helping and you couldn’t stop and take the time to remove them. This was your chance to escape.
Unfortunately, you didn’t make it far. 
A loud clatter echoed down the hallway from the kitchen causing you to spin around from hearing the noise. Jungkook was standing at the other end, a pile of presents on the ground as he stared at you in shock. 
You were fucked, he was going to get angry now for sure and you couldn’t do it again, not right now. You turned on your heels and began to run. 
“Baby, stop!” He yelled. 
You had only made it a few feet before you heard his footsteps pounding down the hallway and you felt his arms circle around your waist before dragging you to down to the ground. Your knees hit the hardwood first and then your chin causing your teeth to clamp down on your tongue and forcing blood to pool from the wound. 
You could feel his full weight pressed against your back and it only made you panic more. He was trying to pin you to the ground, trying to stop you from getting away and making a run for it. Your only chance at escape was fading away faster than you had even realized it was there. 
“Let go, let go of me!” You screamed, wriggling against the ground as you tried to throw him off of you. You were starting to panic now, your chest was getting tight and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You were losing it. “Get off of me!” 
“I said stop!” He yelled, “Stop struggling!”
He had grabbed hold of your hands now, pressing them together as he flipped your flailing body onto your back. He was straddling your waist now, pinning your wrists to your chest as he breathed heavily. He was fuming. 
“Stop making me hurt you, I fucking love you! Do you think I like hurting you?! You were being so good for me and you ruined it! Do you know how long I’ve been planning this for just for you to try and leave me? What were you thinking?!”
You shook your head frantically, refusing to look at him as tears rushed down your face. His grip was bruising and you were so scared. You were foolish to think that you could have made it. He was bigger than you, stronger than you, and faster than you. What had you been thinking? 
“I can’t believe how selfish you’re being today, what’s wrong with you?”
What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with him! He was the crazy one, he was the one that was wrong not you!
“Please, I just want to go home, Jungkook!” You finally admitted despite remembering how mad that had made him the last time. 
But, to your surprise, he softened. “Is that what this is about, baby? You wanted to see your parents on your birthday?”
You laid there, trapped beneath him, too afraid to say anything out of the fear that he would do a one-eighty and snap. 
“I know it’s difficult, but you can’t see them now. It’s not time for that.” He spoke like he was talking to a child. “You’re not ready, you need me right now.”
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed again before he spoke. 
“Please stop making me hurt you, I love you so much it hurts me to see you like this. Don’t leave me, just let me love you and take care of you. I’ll let this slide today since it’s your day, but don’t make a habit out of it sweet girl.”
He finally got off of you and you could breathe again. 
Jungkook stood up before picking you up and carrying you back to the kitchen table, stepping over the pile of discarded presents. He took a seat in front of the birthday cake, which only has two candles still lit, and sat you in his lap. His arms were wound firmly around your middle giving you no room to move away from his broad chest. He wasn’t taking any chances anymore. 
“Go ahead, make a wish.” He instructed, resting his chin on top of your head. 
You sat there very quietly and very still. Your knees were bruised and your mouth and teeth were bloody. Your wrists and your jaw were thrumming with pain. You were a broken mess wrapped up in pink. 
You knew he was waiting on you and he was already tense and on edge from what had happened moments before. But for the first time since you were very young, you were seriously thinking about your wish. It was stupid and it wouldn’t get you out of the situation you were in, but you needed something to hold on to. 
You leaned forward, as much as his grip would allow, closed your eyes and blew the candles out.
“I wish he would hurt as much as I do.”
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hopestastic · 2 months ago
Watched | One
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Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x reader
Summary: When a certain friend that just can't let you go, because he's fallen in love with you and will go further than most lengths to help you return to him
Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, stalking, manipulation (yandere themes) Jungkook gets a harder yandere gradually, degrading of others mental health and how they deal with it, mentioning of grandparents dying
Disclaimer: I do not condone the behaviour shown in this series, nor do I romanticise It or believe any member of BTS are like this, they are just my inspiration.
Taglist: @heartbreakmotel13 @nonameyoon @jxngh @mwitsmejk @articpup @raynom
Word count: 2.3K
Jungkook wasn't normal but he wasn't abnormally different either. There was this unknown middle that his existence seemed to have created. Or was it was just a perfect disguise? For, how were you even able to determine the true colours, true intentions of a boy who was perfectly golden, perfectly perfect with his doe eyes, bunny smile, big heart and considerate mind. Was that even him?
It was.
But only for you, which seemed cliche but it was true, he wasn't even interested to put a mask on. for others, they just seemed so boring, so unworthy, so.. normal. You however, the. light you brought in as soon as you walked into the room, amazingly covered by your shyness, the fire you held in your heart and eyes that only flickered when you were in your moment - well that was only positively, your best friend had yet to see it negatively, maybe then he would love it less. But either way, it was you who made the world seem worth it, made studies worth it, made breathing less arduous. For It was you who smiled so brightly even with a broken heart, with tears in your eyes making your eyes glow with the gloss, how forgiving you were, how accepting you were, how loving you were. All in all, calling you perfect would be an understatement for Jungkook, there simply wasn't a word to describe you.
So, when he has time, he will make sure to create a word, just for you, only for you, anything for you. That is what he told himself daily, when there was blood all over his favourite white shirt, only for you rang through his head, for he was only here for you, his heart hadn't stopped beating because of you, he made sure it didn't stop because even though independence ran through your veins, you just couldn't survive without him in his mind, if he wasn't here, if he didn't move from Busan to this godforsaken town called Seoul, who would you run too when you failed your exam, who would dry your tears when your heart was broken? who's strong arms would engulf you when you just needed, wanted to be held? Exactly. You needed him, maybe you didn't know it yet, but the patient man that Jungkook was, he would wait for the perfect time, and it would be a lie if he said excitement didn't spark through his veins, causing a crazed smile to appear on his face when he imagines that moment becoming a reality.
He knew he was one of your pillars to hold your world up, he knew that because he used so much energy, so much time making sure he slipped into your life to hold it up, he worked hard to get to the place he did today. He knew he was your pillar because he destroyed the one who was the pillar before him, honestly rumours were so powerful, gossip even more so if it was in the right hands and used correctly, in the case of Jungkook it was used in such a way it created your grave. moved you closer or further like tectonic plates and that's what he did with your friends who obviously didn't deserve your time, let alone your heart.
Like It was described, Jungkook was a patient man, dangerously patient which might be why he had a glamorous Rolex sitting on his wrist, just to remind you so, but also to remind him how precious time was, so precious that everything had to be timed right to the second to make the blast worthwhile, in summary this is why Jungkook wasn't the usual crazy man like the books, movies and documentaries you come across because he had read and watched them too, studying their mistakes making sure he didn't dare tread too proudly, not to get too loose. He knew the mistakes so well, one being removing the people, the love ones, the pathetic ones, the alright ones too quickly, you pick away at It like a statue, out to the in, he slowly got rid of the corridor friends he liked to call them, the ones you had the quick, cute, polite conversations with, those didn't need to have force, just a little warning and they scurried away like a hare being chased by wolf, then it was the people who used you, for homework and advice, some were a little harder to convince, caused a little cuts and fractures, on their side of course - some people really did love being lazy, the problematic ones didn't even know you, but there were that lazy that they clung to their spot in your life without knowing you well, your name, your favourite snack (to either bribe you for help or as a thank you) and your face. That's all they knew. Shameful really. The advice users were different, not so difficult, but really? therapists and counsellors existed in and out of school, no need to bother and corrupt his darling.
Then he went closer and closer, creeping closer and closer to your security pillar, breaking your walls down, brick by brick until you finally let him in, until he got to where he is now, your rock, that's your nickname for him. But, do not be mistaken you are not dependent on him at all! Though you cannot go a day without him, and that for now is enough. For now.
No, Jungkook doesn't want to be your best friend. He wants more, he was greedy, nothing was enough, but you knew how to work him just as much as he knew how to play with you, you weren't an idiot, of course you weren't, you don't know your best friend's true self and the universe can only beg you never experience the inevitable but you at least knew how to keep him in his lane, to keep him by his line, in his box, his place in your life. Your best friend that's all he could be to you.
That's what you believed
That is what you foolishly believed.
How could a smart girl like you be so naive? That's something that Jungkook questioned to himself but amused him nonetheless, you were adorable, indescribably adorable.
Sitting on the wall outside your house with you, talking to you about his plans about the summer break, the summer break that was starting after tomorrow. The observant Jeon Jungkook seemed to fail to feel the uncomfortable atmosphere emitting for you, failed to see how you paled and gulped further each time he introduced another plan, an idea for the both of you to live over the summer, he failed how you never looked up at him, how you never met his eye, how you were not as vocal as you usually are. He failed how you clung to the wall, the skin on your knuckles going white in desperation, like you never wanted to move.
Because his plans were great, they were exciting, you had to gulp down your hope and enthusiasm because as great as they were, they weren't going to happen.
Well, they weren't going to happen with you at least. Because you were leaving, leaving for good, leaving and travelling seas away to return to your grandparents, they were sick and it was more than likely they wouldn't come back from this sickness, so your parents being as benevolent as they are made the crucial decision of moving them and yourself and of course the family dogs to the land your grandparents lived, though it wasn't easy for you, at least you finished high school and graduated all together before leaving and of course prom, you'd never forget dancing with Jungkook, though that would be your secret as if he was to stay in his lane, you were to stay in yours.
Guilt suddenly drowned you as your dear friend, the friend you believed you were going to have for life kept rambling on about the ideas and plans, filling up your non existent schedule for the six week break, the disappointment drowning you, you snapped "Kook! Stop!" Jungkook couldn't help but feel bewildered at your sudden outburst, that was so unlike you, that was so out of the character he had of you in his head "Y/N-ie what's wrong?" he asks softly, engulfing your small hand with his large one as his eyes settled on yours, trying to desperately read you "Chubs, I am not a mind reader, I need you to spit it out for me." he urged you to speak, only a moment after his question.
With a shaky breath in, you prepared yourself and with a short sigh out, you began to say the words, slowly cracking Jungkook's heart with each one, the final one, shattering it. "Jungkook, please don't plan your summer with me." You whisper and caress the back of his hand "I am not going to be here.." you gulped "I am not going to be in Korea for awhile, a long while."
He blinked slightly and a chuckle soon followed "Hon, you could've just said you were going on a last minute holiday." he moved your hair out of your face "No need for the drama." he smiles softly and pinched your cheek, though his brows frowned when you pushed his touch away and he watched your eyes roll, he clenched his jaw to control his anger of your sudden attitude, why are you suddenly like this? is this you and you're just a perfect actress?
"Kook Just listen to me, I am going aboard for a few months, maybe a few years." you sigh and shake your head, this wasn't easy for you discuss yet your best friend who was supposed to understand you was making you spell it out like some sort of torture. "My grandparents are seriously sick on my mother's side so we're going to them and living there until they pass, because it is obvious they aren't going to make it through, I have a gut feeling and the doctors confirmed it."
Funny. Jungkook thought, you had a gut feelings for your grandparents appending doom but you couldn't sense your own? were you that blind, that naive? or did you know and just didn't want to admit it, because you loved him too much to sense anything? Had he got you so wrapped around his fingers like silk that he's blind your senses? Secretly Jungkook hoped it was the last one because it was honestly amusing and adorable to him, he had to hide this from his face, he couldn't slip.
"Oh." Jungkook finally breathed out when he composed himself "I am so sorry Chubs, we can still text and call right?" he asks softly, cupping your jaw, making sure you promise to him "I want to support and be there as much as I can." he says softly and wipes away the tears pushing themselves out of your eyes.
"Yes of course, but I will be moving In to a new house and then a new college and also will have to get used to my mother tongue once more so, I can't grantee that my replies will be as fast as they are now, but i'll try hard to be the same, I don't want to lose you either."
Jungkook seemed to have missed the last part of your speech of empty promises, you were completely starting a new life without him? No. That couldn't be possible he wouldn't be pushed behind or to the side, this man always won, the man always won and that is how it will stay, you couldn't leave, he wouldn't let you. he would stop you. He had too. The only new life, the only fresh start you would have is with him and him only. Your grandparents weren't here for you, they didn't care for you, not even to spend the money sending a card over to you on your birthday or Christmas or even call you, yes it did cost but he knew you came off well and it was you, their granddaughter and they didn't bother but apparently you did, even after everything, even after all the money and time he wasted on you, for you, you were throwing everything the two of you built together behind you to be forgotten for them.
This was a betrayal he wouldn't take lightly. You needed to learn your place because he had to stay in this 'place' that you called his for ages, all for nothing. You wouldn't get away with this, even if he had to be less patient, even if he had to changed his whole pattern, his whole plan, because this mistake wouldn't be swept under the rug.
Yes, you were only 18 and technically under the care of parents still but you were fire, you were independent, you had a voice, you could rebel against this, you could stay with him, in the safety of his arms of his hoodies but you didn't, just proving these last few years were just a bunch of lies, he wasn't important.. If he was, you would've chose him, just like he would have chose you over and over again.
You disappointed him and that would be your undoing.
Soon the day came.
You were going through with it huh? the last dagger sunk into his heart as he walked over to you, hands stuffed into his pockets, facing the ground as he calmed himself, shoving his tongue into his cheek, inhaling deeply, he brought himself to look at your face.
His breath was caught in the back of his throat as he saw you cry, he reached over to wipe your tears away, cursing his heart, the things it did for you frustrated him. He sighs and pulled you into his chest and relaxed at your touch around his waist, this was how it should be, but it shouldn't be this situation but of course it was everyone over him.
'Traitors don't cry' flew across his mind as he held you, no. They didn't, but actors did and you left drama with an A* so he knew the talent you beheld, you were almost as talented as him, that's why you two were made for each other, why couldn't see that? was your brain so minuscule that you couldn't comprehend that? He mentally threw his eyes to the sky at your act. If you were going to act, fine, he would too and let karma kick you in the ass for playing with him and when he had you once more, he'd add the cherry on top.
He pat your stomach with a small, sad smile, making you look up, he took your broken features in and a small sigh left his parted lips, he grabbed your chin, taking in your skin for the last time, using his hand to caress your cheek
You began to pull away as you heard your parents finish packing the removal van, the car being packed the night before "Goodbye Kookie." you whisper softly, almost like if no one heard it then it wouldn't be true, you wouldn't be parting because the reality was when you finally returned to Korea you two would be two completely different people, leading polar opposite lives so at the end of the day it was pretty much a last goodbye in your eyes
Jungkook pulled you closer again, irritated you pulled away but either way he hid it, you never knew what he was truly feeling and you never would, at least not until it was you and him against the world, he looked into your eyes and sighs your fire had been put out today, oh well. His hand returning to your jaw and his thumb back to your cheek like you never pulled away "Bye Chubs, Chin up, we'll see each other again soon." he says his tone soft, finally letting you slip away
You got into the car with a sigh, taking his words into your ears to soothe you but fresh hot tears still fell down your cheeks, the boy that meant the world to you, that opened you up, taught you had to feel was now gone, you watched him until it was completely impossible too, hand over your mouth to quiet your sobs so you didn't come off as dramatic to your parents. You wished your grandparents weren't soo selfish even if that wish made your stomach turn with guilt but it wasn't heavy and weighing as the guilt you had for leaving Jungkook behind.
You knew this shouldn't be hard on you, this is what you were used too your father was a business man hence you were closed off and distant but you stayed here for years and you were foolish enough to believe for a second that you could make permanent attachments, now you wished you never did but this was Jungkook and never would you say you regret meeting him, you just wished that your decisions weren't your parent's to make, you wish you weren't leaving him, in contrast to whatever you friend may believe.
He watched your car turn and disappear toward the horizon.
So you want to leave him?
It was almost funny how you thought you could get away that easy, so funny that he had to use all his muscles to suppress his chuckles, suppressing his crazy leaking out, he couldn't break like those idiots on the true crime shows did, he was much better. He had to stay in character, the film that you both star in isn't over.
So you want leave him?
So you want to play games with him
Alright he'll play - in fact he will enjoy every second, soon you'll be in his clutches just like the big bad wolf, he was standing, looking at where you car once was as he walked to his house, shaking his head as a smirk pulled on his lips as a new moment formed in his mind, maybe the original moment will never come to be but this one was better, grander. Excitement was once again filling his veins, surging through his body, swirling into his orbs as he went into his room and from his room watched the car leave the neighbourhood for good
You think you both are done, oh but his sweet one, he didn't say goodbye. No, of course he wouldn't, what a silly thing to suggest; goodbyes are eternal
He would see you soon
He will be watching you.
Every step, every breath of the way as he returned to you.
"Let the games begin, Chubs.`"
a/n: Thank you all so much for reading chapter one! I am glad I finally published it after working on it for so long! please leave feedback and if you enjoyed it and fill up my asks! it truly motivates me and makes my day! I love to hear your thoughts and opinions. Thank you again, have an amazing day, Love N 💞
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worldwidemochiguy · 7 months ago
Still With You (Yandere Prince! Jungkook)
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➵ It’s simple. You’re a servant, he’s a prince. So when you become pregnant, you know you have to leave in order to protect his reputation. But he doesn’t seem to be able to let you go...
➵ Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, brief mention of possible abortion, 18+
➵ Word Count: 6.7k
➵ Masterlist
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We laugh together, we cry together
These simple feelings were everything I had
When will it be? 
If I see you again 
I will look into your eyes and say “I missed you” 
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You had always wanted what was best for Jungkook. 
The first time you saw him, he was training outside in the gardens. Princes weren’t meant to be outside for too long, but there he was, laughing as he dodged his sparring partner, sunlight bouncing off his sweat-gilded skin. You had been sent to gather flowers. Kneeling beside the flower beds, you did not pick a single one, watching as the prince danced past trimmed hedges and statues and the occasional stunned groundskeeper. He was so light on his feet, always moving, teasing. He looked like he was flying.
And then, somehow, you caught his eye. The two of you looked at each other. He tripped. 
You are ashamed to admit you ran away. Too scared of the consequences of causing a prince (the prince!) injury, you yanked a fistful of flowers from the bed beside you, flung them into your basked, and fled. Later, as you were being scolded by the girl who sent you for them, asking you how she could use such disheveled flowers for icing decorations, you didn’t even bother to listen. You could only think about him. 
Was he badly hurt? Was he angry at you? Was he, at this very minute, hunting through the palace to find and punish you? Or had he forgotten your face right away?
You hoped he forgot you. Even thinking about him made your stomach clench in fear and guilt. You hoped you never saw him again. 
A week later, a cupbearer got sick. You had been staying as much in the servant’s quarters as possible, dedicating yourself to menial tasks. It wasn’t hard to stay out of the way, only certain servants were permitted to be in the presence of the royal family, like chambermaids and stewards, and tutors. And cupbearers.
Taehyung, the tall, handsome boy a few years older than you, had apparently recommended you to replace him for the night. Because of that, you slightly regretted not telling him of your brief interaction with the prince — he was far too kind to have recommended you for the position if he thought you would face punishment. But you had been so embarrassed about it all. You didn’t know how you would explain why you crouched by the flowers and watched the prince for so long, as he joked with his sparring partner and grinned until his dimples showed and ran across the fountain wall, getting his hair wet with the spray.
Maybe Taehyung would have just told you that the prince wouldn’t care. That he had already forgotten, just one slight in a lifetime of pleasant experiences one after the other, having anything he wants. Having anyone he wants. One forgettable face wouldn’t stay in his mind for long at all. 
You chanted this to yourself as you entered the banquet hall, following beside the other cupbearers as they all situated themselves against with their backs against the walls, facing the table. Smelling all the delicious food in front of you was a benefit, the hunger in your stomach distracted you from the pit burrowed by your anxiety.
You were there long before any members of royalty arrived, early in order to be prepared and waiting to serve. Because Taehyung was the prince’s cupbearer — of course he was — you were stuck looking at the back of the ornate chair a few steps away from you. It didn’t look very comfortable, and you felt a pang of sympathy for the prince who must sit there every day and eat in front of the king and queen. 
Having an audience like that must be nerve-racking. You were lucky that you got to always take your meals alone (sitting in your box-room on your sleeping mat, eating the leftovers from the kitchen. Or the leftover leftovers. More senior servants took what they wanted first, and sometimes there wasn’t even anything left for you)
Then the big doors opened and you held your breath, keeping your head down like you were told to do as members of the royal family filed in. You did not look up as you heard the chair legs in front of you scrape against the floor, did not look as you heard the prince sat down, and did not look as the royal family started to talk amongst themselves. 
You did not even look up when you heard the voice of the prince call out “Wine.” 
You scurried to the table, raising your gaze only slightly to find the jug of wine. After that, you picked it up and stepped back, poised to pour it into the cup Taehyung told you would be raised and expectant. But the prince had not even picked it up. 
You couldn’t help it anymore. For the second time in your life, you locked eyes with the prince.
His stare was punishing, anger burning in his eyes with all the passion that you hoped would have melted away after the whole week you spent hidden away. You waited for him to call out to the king, to have you flogged or dismissed or… killed. 
But he did none of those things. After staring at you for a little longer, he slowly reached out, not taking his eyes off you once, and picked up his glass. You hastily looked away from him to focus on pouring the wine — you didn’t want to make him even angrier by spilling it! — and let out an exhale once it was done, ready to step away from the table and fade blissfully into the background. But when you tried, the prince grabbed your wrist. 
You flinched, expecting the worst. He seemed to be intrigued by this, those dark eyes twinkling as he cocked his head and pressed the glass into your hand. 
“Drink,” he ordered.
You hesitated for a moment, before realising. Taehyung had specifically told you the first cup poured for the prince would have to be drunk by you first to check for poison but in your tangled emotions of apprehension and anxiety you had forgotten. How stupid of you. Now the prince had another reason to be displeased with you. 
You gave a jerky bow in apology and raised the cup to your lips. You took a mouthful of bitterness and heady flavour, letting it slide down your throat; you had just swallowed something worth more than anything you had ever owned in your life. You tried not to wince. 
You handed the cup back to the prince, noticing your lips had left a slight mark on the rim. His hand closed over yours briefly as he took the cup and, eyes still burning into you, he placed his lips directly where yours had been as he took a deep mouthful of wine. You desperately retreated to the shadows but even though he did not turn around you could somehow still feel his eyes burning into you. 
The prince drunk four cups of wine that night, eyes on you has he drank every single one. He instructed you to stand by his side instead of darting back and forth so you stood there, ears burning even as as the rest of the royal family thankfully paid you no mind, practised at disregarding servants. Taehyung must have been mistaken when he told you that the prince normally took one cup, and quietly thanked Taehyung every time he served him. Or perhaps the prince hated you enough to alter his behaviour so drastically. 
You were only half surprised when the prince grabbed you soon after you left the banquet hall. He had retired earlier than the rest of his family, and you stood in the hall in silence with the rest of the servants until the whole family had left and it was time to clean up. By the time you were carrying the plates and leftovers out of the hall, it had been almost two hours since the prince had left.
You were surrounded by servants when the prince darted out of a corridor and yanked you away by the wrist, but they all looked the other way, ignoring the indiscretion as any misdeeds done by the royal family towards servants were ignored. There would be no one to help you. 
The wall that the prince pushed you onto was painful and cold through the thin layers of your smock. You couldn’t help but cringe as he leaned closer, enough to feel his wine-tinged breath warm against your cheeks. 
“You tried to run away again,” he said, the alcohol hot on his breath. 
“Your highness-” you began, hushed, unaware of what you were even going to say, but he placed his hand over your mouth. The other was braced beside your head as he leaned in. 
“My name is Jungkook.”
He took his hand away from your mouth and nodded at you, almost expectingly. What he expected from you… you had no idea.
“Your highness-” you tried again, but he interrupted you with a frustrated groan, pushing away from the wall and rubbing his face. You knew people acted strange when they drank too much, but you couldn’t predict the prince’s behaviour at all. The punishment you were dreading had not yet arrived and it was hard to predict what it would be. 
“Your highness, I apologise for making you trip in the gardens. I should not have distracted you,” you whisper into the corridor. It was not a main corridor, and the evening had deepened into darkness so there were no torches to illuminate the shadows playing across the prince’s face when he turned to you again. 
He came closer, and you pressed yourself flat against the wall in trepidation.
“You think I am angry because I tripped?” 
His tone suggested you had gotten something wrong, but you knew that you mustn’t lie to the prince so you nodded hesitantly.
Instead of getting angry, he huffed a laugh, blowing another waft of that alcohol-scent towards you. He must’ve drunk more in the hours after he left the hall. 
“No, I am angry because you left before I could get to you. And then-” he leaned even closer, enough that you could see the eyelashes brushing his cheekbone as his lids lowered, “you hid yourself away so I could not find you again.” 
“Your- your highness,” you stuttered, but yet again he interrupted you, indicative of the entitlement a prince expects to receive in all things. 
“If you are truly sorry then you must take responsibility for your actions,” he told you imperiously. You did not know what this meant. Your cluelessness must have shown itself on your face, because he laughed at you again and placed his hand on your cheek. 
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I promise I’m not truly angry. You delivered yourself to me tonight, and for that I am thankful. You did not make me wait long.”
The prince was inscrutable. He laughed again when you did not understand, and insisted on walking you back to your room, and was upset with you when you insisted that he could not enter the servant quarters, only relenting when you told him that you would be punished if you led him to your room. 
The next morning you were told by an equally confused servant that you were to receive tutoring lessons alongside the prince. You were given several dresses to wear — a uniform, you presumed — and brought to a quarter of the palace you weren’t even good enough to clean, let alone sit in beside the prince. 
Still, you tried to fulfil your duties. It was clear that the prince had requested some sort of lesson servant, presumably to clean up after him, dispose of his notes and brush away charcoal dust, that kind of thing. It is understandable that he wished for someone the same age as him to do this, after all, wouldn’t it be a little uncomfortable to have to sit besides an adult doing all of this for him during lessons, instead of a companion his own age?
However, the prince seemed to want to make your duties as difficult as possible. He stopped you from tidying up after him, making you sit down in your chair again each time and telling you to listen carefully to the instructor. Perhaps he wanted a study partner to aid his learning. But then every time you attempted to explain concepts to him, he seemed fully cognisant, and even asked you if there was anything additional you wanted him to explain! 
Perhaps this was the prince’s way of tormenting you for tripping him. But a year followed, the prince’s sixteenth name-day passing with you in his presence for the entire day, and you started to think he may not be punishing you. After all, despite the nervousness you felt in his presence at all times, it had been… rather pleasant, getting to receive tutoring like a noble-born girl, and sitting in the prince’s wing of the palace, and even talking to the prince. 
He insisted on you calling him Jungkook, and after a while, it felt less stilted and horrifically impolite and more natural. You had even called him Jungkook once in front of the other servants. Taehyung laughed and teased you for it with a strangely knowing glint in his eye, but the other servants regarded you coldly for a while. 
Some of them called you names you didn’t understand, or that simply weren’t applicable, but once it seemed to sink in, for them and you, that this was not a temporary arrangement, people started acting more kindly towards you. They would pat your head, smile at you benevolently, or give you food “to share with your prince!”. Those comments always made you blush, and Jungkook would laugh when you relayed them to him. Yes, of course. It was a rather ridiculous notion. Your prince.
After spending two years with Jungkook, you began to understand why he chose to spend time with you. Jungkook did not have many peers his own age, and even those that he was allowed to consort with were either awkward, unfamiliar, or sycophantic. The boys were eager to foster connections for a possible future alliance and the girls had clearly been instructed by their parents to ensure a marriage to Jungkook by any means possible. 
When you quizzed Jungkook on his marriage prospects after such meetings, attempting to help him sort out who he might want to choose, he would always smile at you happily and say “no one”. No one! It is not a surprise that your prince spent this much time with you if he was this happy to turn away any possible love interests. 
Jungkook was lonely. You could feel it in the way he held your hand when you walked through the gardens; he didn’t want you to go too far away from him, even for a moment. He guarded your time, angry if others took up any part of it, especially those of a similar age such as Taehyung. You tried to get Jungkook to bond with Taehyung too, so that he could have another friend but Jungkook wasn’t very receptive. 
You theorised that he was probably quite shy and intimidated, meeting an older and, at that time, much taller boy. Jungkook did not like that theory very much at all and threatened to banish Taehyung from the palace if you talked about him again. Indeed, you thought pityingly, Jungkook must’ve been very intimidated by Taehyung if you weren’t even allowed to mention him. You hoped that he would overcome his shyness in due time.
He wasn’t at all shy with you, and as the years passed, Jungkook grew more and more confident, often embracing you and keeping you in his room until you insisted that you had to go back to your own quarters and sleep. For convenience, he had your room moved into his wing of the palace. 
Coincidentally, this room was an immense improvement from your former room. It was much bigger and well appointed, with a window that allowed you to see into the very garden where you first met Jungkook. After you told Jungkook all of this, he seemed very smug, and from then on you often found little trinkets or pieces of furniture that Jungkook bought for you in your room. 
You realised that, though Jungkook heard many words of false flattery, he did not often hear genuine words of kindness from those he cared about — his own family. So you tried your best to make up for it, telling him every positive thought about him that came into your head, and there were quite a few of those. It seemed to work well, Jungkook would always smile and often repaid you with jokes or teases that would make you flush entirely red. 
The worst was when he would pretend as if he were saying something sincere, something horribly embarrassing like I only need you or you make me happier than I’ve ever been or all I ask is that you never leave my side. On those occasions you would try to run away from him, but he would always catch you, dragging you back in with a smug grin.
It was on his eighteenth name-day that Jungkook kissed you for the first time. 
He was drunk after his birthday feast, during which you had sat by his side the entire time as requested, ready to obey his commands or help to serve him in any way. (but he never asked you to do anything. he just looked at you, all night). Back in his chambers, he crowded you against the wall and kissed you once, twice, then buried his face in your neck as he gripped both your arms, stiff at your sides.
“Jungkook,” you whispered and he hummed into your skin, which was slightly tacky with his spit from where he had been dragging his mouth along your skin, trying to kiss it. “you should go to sleep.”
“Alright, my love,” he said, and you almost tripped as he pulled away from you, tugging you towards the bed. “Let’s go to sleep.” 
And then he pushed you onto the bed and landed atop you, barely having the bearings to tug the covers over the two of you before losing consciousness. Try as you might, you could not rouse him, and it was difficult to push him off on account of the muscles he had packed on from training. The weight on top of you, however, was not uncomfortable. 
It was bearable, you decided, apart from the smell of alcohol on Jungkook’s clothes, but after you tugged off most of his outer garments which had the strongest smell, as well as your own which, though not particularly odorous were not comfortable to sleep in, it was agreeable enough that you fell asleep there in Jungkook’s bed. 
After that night, Jungkook seemed even more comfortable around you. He must have decided that since you had slept in his bed the two of you were as close as could be, and was content to practice all manner of things with you. 
The first was kissing, which you two practised a lot. It was also remarkably pleasant, an activity you would be happy to do with any friend! Except most of them were not blessed with a prince’s oral hygiene, and you guessed Jungkook was embarrassed that he was practising these things with you. He certainly did not want you to practice with anyone else.
It was a strange sort of contradiction. Jungkook was very eager to practice things in order to prepare for his future marriage, but was reluctant to secure any actual marriage. Many times, you would suggest the name of an eligible young lady that Jungkook could marry, and ask him if he was interested. And each time, he would look at you, kiss you deeply, and then say with an indulgent smile: “No.”
Next was… well. Marriage bed activities. When he first proposed it, you were quite nervous and asked him if it was really alright to do this before marriage. He then kissed you many times, demonstrating that practice yields very effective results, and with that evidence before you, you eventually acquiesced. 
This was the right decision because it was clear that Jungkook needed exceeding amounts of practice with this. 
You were also uncertain. After a lot of kissing, both on your mouth and… other places — perhaps Jungkook wanted the reassurance of doing something he was familiar with before diving right in? — he started to initiate the next phase. When he told you that he had to put his… thing… in there… you seriously started to question whether he was correct. 
He told you, blushing out of embarrassment — though there was no need for it, you were a beginner too — that he had studied many illustrations of the action, and he was sure that this was the correct way. Even so, it was painful, and he didn’t even put it in all the way before the two of you gave up, slumping back on the bed. 
You watched with a morbid fascination as his manhood slowly started to deflate. After a few minutes he told you to look away. Jungkook seemed very put out by the whole affair, and was not cheered when you told him that nobody is good on their first try at anything. In fact, this seemed to upset him more, and he told you to get out and go back to your chambers. However, he quickly relented when he saw you were having trouble walking and pushed you back into bed, pulling the covers back over you with a guilty expression. 
It took a week after that before you tried again. This time was markedly better — Jungkook confided in you that he had asked the physician for advice and had learned a great number of things. This was true, and after a few more tries you began to understand why men would pay for this kind of experience. Jungkook seemed just as keen as you and would instigate practice sessions practically every day. 
Jungkook never truly changed, and was still lonely enough that he would make you stay in his room even after practice, holding you in his arms all night and whispering meaningless things. You thought that whoever Jungkook married would be quite lucky — it was nice to fall asleep like that, and it must be even nicer for Jungkook’s eventual wife, because when he said those lovely things to her they would be true. 
And then you ruined it all. 
After waking up every week to the sensation of overwhelming nausea, you complained to Taehyung. Your normal recipient of complaints was, of course, Jungkook, but he was easily worried when it came to illnesses, and you did want to unnecessarily upset him. On the other hand, Taehyung now had his own family and lived out of the palace, so you thought he simply did not have the capacity to be too overbearing. 
But when he heard your description of your mysterious illness, he went pale. He then suddenly told you that you should go and visit his wife. You knew her and were indeed quite friendly with her, but the change of subject was strange. But he was insistent so you left that morning to go and visit her. 
She also did strange things, pressing a hand to your stomach and asking, mortifyingly, about your private time with the prince. When you confirmed that you had been practising marital duties with him, her face took on the same expression Taehyung’s had. And then she told you that you were pregnant. 
For some reason, you simply had not predicted this as a problem. Children came from marriage, everyone knew that, and bastards came from prostitutes. There was no category for servant-companions who were just helping for practice. You had thought that it wouldn’t count. Yet, it apparently did. 
You knew what you had to do. 
Stealing away quietly was the best thing you could do. You knew that Jungkook was a good man, and if you told him you were pregnant he would not hesitate to marry you. Would insist on it, even. But, though you did not do the work of a servant, or live the life of a servant, you were still unavoidably… a servant. As the people of the court loved to remind you. Jungkook could not marry a servant for his queen.
The other option was… you could not consider it. Though you had even helped other servant girls do that exact thing, helping to procure the necessary herbs and staying with them the whole time to try and help with the pain, you could not imagine doing it yourself. Inside of you, it was… the baby was a part of Jungkook. You couldn’t bear to hurt it.
If you left without a word, Jungkook would try to find you. He often had nightmares about you being taken from him or kidnapped, which you knew because you were the one to pull him from those nightmares, to kiss him and tell him that it was all a dream. You hoped he found someone else to fulfil this role for him once you left — you didn’t want him to spend too much time alone. 
So you told him that it was a short journey, an absence of two weeks while you visited your ailing grandmother. He was incredibly reluctant to let you go, but you stood firm. Perhaps your insistence, when you have always before bent to his will with little resistance, that persuaded him to let you go, even providing you with a horse and enough supplies to last four weeks. 
So you rode away on that horse and did not look back.
You travelled until you couldn’t anymore and found an abandoned farm house to give birth in. Your son came screaming into the world, screaming alongside you as you cried and bled in the cold barn. That was the only time you regretted leaving Jungkook. You were so tired, but so scared that if you fell asleep you would not wake again and that you would leave your son all alone, so you remained awake the whole night, cradling him in your arms and crying quietly enough to not disturb him. 
You named him Sungho. Once you were recovered enough to ride your horse again, you continued travelling. You had to, for it seemed that your disappearance had not escaped the notice of Jungkook, and there were stories about how the prince was “searching for his lost love”. The gossip you heard exchanged in taverns had been passed from mouth to mouth far too many times to be credible, but you had no choice to listen, and kept going until you no longer heard any discussion of Jungkook, or of the capital city in general. 
You found a small village to settle down in, a community to join with grandmas to spoil Sungho and children for him to play with and aunties to commiserate with you as you told them about your dead husband. This far from the capital, people did not even know the prince’s name, so you felt free enough to tell them it. After all, a lie is far more convincing if parts of it are true. It certainly worked — the village community was convinced that you were heartbroken.
Even now, three years since you arrived here, and four years since Sungho was born, village elders still visit you with food or invite you to their homes because “a widow shouldn’t spend all her time alone”. You pay their worries no mind. Why should you? You have exactly what you wanted. You’ve saved Jungkook from having to marry a servant girl, you’ve saved Sungho from having to face the contempt of the royal court, and you’ve saved yourself from… well, you’ve saved yourself from having to worry about the difficulties of Jungkook and Sungho!
You finally got what was best for Jungkook and what was best for Sungho. And you’re truly happy.
A happiness which is disrupted when you walk into your house to see a man sat at the table. 
An achingly familiar man. A man you barely recognise.
“Hello Y/n.” 
Jungkook greets you with a coldness you’ve never felt directed towards yourself. His tone is sweet, but his eyes are burning, the same way they burned all those years ago after you made him trip and he hated you. Across the table sits one of the ahjummas who always gave you extra side dishes to take home. You’ve never resented her more.
“You’re finally home, dear,” she says, oblivious to the tension rising in the room as you studiously avoid Jungkook’s gaze. “I was just telling this lovely young man that you would be here soon! How could you not tell this old woman that you had a brother!” 
Ah, so Jungkook told her you were his sister. You need to assess the situation, figure out whether he knows yet. Somehow, you don’t think he does, so if you can just get Jungkook away then  everything might be alright. Sungho is most likely playing with his friends so he should be out of the way. 
But things never have worked out for you, have they?
“The familial resemblance is uncanny,” the ahjumma says, and thankfully Jungkook does not seem to be listening to her at all, so if you could just get her to be quiet-
“He looks exactly like his nephew- oh! Sungho-yah! I was just talking about you!”
Your son runs through the door and is immediately trapped in Jungkook’s gaze. 
They turn to you as one, and it makes your heart hurt. In his absence, you convinced yourself that Sungho does not look too much like his father, but faced with both of them looking at you it is impossible to deny. Jungkook, at least, certainly seems to understand without having to say a word.
“I saw a man coming into our home,” Sungho tells you, “so I came back.” 
“Ah,” you crouch down and take your sons’ hands in yours, unable to resist the well-worn instinct to reassure your son even at this moment. “you don’t need to trouble yourself with this, Sungho-yah, just go back to your friends.”
Sungho risks another glance at Jungkook, whose facial expression seems to be frozen on you. “He looks scary, Eomma.” 
At this, Jungkook regains some awareness and, after a moment, cracks a convincing smile. Well, convincing to anyone who doesn’t know him as well as you do. You’re surprised that you can still read his feelings easily after all these years. It gives you a strange feeling in your heart.
“Don’t worry… Sungho-yah,” Jungkook says awkwardly, visibly taking a moment to speak the name of his son for the first time. He softens slightly. “You don’t have to be scared of me at all. I would never hurt you.” 
Sungho simply regards him with his little squint, and- oh, it’s the same face Jungkook always used to look at Taehyung with. You don’t even know why you remember that. 
“Ah, Sunho-yah, don’t be rude to your uncle,” the ahjumma — presumably the only reason why Jungkook is keeping a tight lid on his anger right now — says, “you should tell him about your name-day celebrations!”
“His name-day?” Jungkook flicks his gaze to you carefully. “His fourth one?”
“Yes, of course!” The ahjumma replies, “Don’t you know the age of your own nephew?”
“I know, how reprehensible of me,” Jungkook tells her with an easy smile, which sharpens when directed at you. “Family should always know things like this, right?” 
The ahjumma falters a little, finally beginning to sense the tension in the room. Sungho reaches for your hand and you take it, squeezing it reassuringly. Jungkook follows the motion with his eyes.
“Sorry, ahjumma, but I’d like to have some time alone with-” he smiles at you mockingly, “my sister.” 
She mumbles her agreement and a moment later her and Sungho are bustling out of your house, leaving only you and Jungkook. Alone. Together. 
Jungkook barely waits for them to be out of hearing range before slamming you against the wall. You open your mouth to explain but then Jungkook is kissing you and it’s too late.
You forgot what it was like to be kissed by him. Rainy days spent in libraries, picnics in the gardens of the palace, studying done under candlelight, all were made better with kisses traded between you and Jungkook. He grips you like you’re liable to run away again, and you can almost feel the bruises curving under the shape of his fingertips. That comforts you a little. Once he’s gone at least you’ll have a reminder for a few days of what it felt like to be touched.
He pulls away and you chase after his lips even though you really should focus on breathing. You feel all faint and fuzzy. Jungkook braces you firmly against the wall and looks you right in the eye, and his fury almost burns you. 
“The one thing I asked of you,” Jungkook growls, “was to not run away. Not where I can’t find you. Not for five fucking years.”
“Your highness-”
He kisses you again. His kisses are nothing like what they once were. The desperation was always there, yes, but the fear, the insistence, the anger… 
There are other changes too. The boy of eighteen who you abandoned has grown into a man. He towers over you even more than he did, and his arms can hold you much firmer with what seems like a lot less effort. Keeping you still almost seems like an afterthought as he ravages your mouth, like he’s trying to drag your heart out with its teeth.
He finally pulls away again and both of you are gasping for air. Old instincts make you rest your forehead on his shoulder. He tenses, and you almost apologise but then he’s wrapping both arms around you and squeezing like he’s never going to let go again. Like he’s never going to leave. 
He presses a kiss against your head.
“Call me your highness again I will drag you back home by your hair.”
“Your highness-”
“I’m going to chain you to the bed so you can’t even try to run away.”
“Your highness-”
“All this time I thought you could be dead but no, you were just hiding-”
“Jungkook!” you yell, and he falls silent. 
The two of you stand, intertwined in silence for a moment, before he reluctantly draws back. He still keeps his hands on you, afraid to let go even for a second, but he gives you enough distance to bend down and look you in the eye. 
“I wasn’t…” you falter. He watches you silently. He’s so different now. He has a scar on his neck, like someone tried to slit his throat and they only just failed. He has lost the chubbiness that makes Sungho’s cheeks so perfect to pinch and kiss. But he’s still… your prince. 
“I wasn’t abandoning you.” 
Jungkook recoils like you’ve slapped him, turning to pace around the room. The absence of his touch is startling. “You were. You did.”
“I didn’t!” you insist, feeling almost petulant. “I helped you.”
“Helped me?” Jungkook gives an empty laugh. “You left me alone with no one to trust, in a situation where my father died and I had no allies to rely on.”
“You think a peasant queen would have won you allies?” you counter, and the look he gives you is full of contempt. “Jungkook, if you knew I was pregnant you would have married me.”
“Yes!” he declares earnestly, “I would have married you.” His expression flickers. “Would you have hated it so much?”
The anger in his voice does not hide the sorrow, or the self-deprecation. 
And, even after all this time and everything that lies in between the two of you, you cross it all in that moment and embrace him. He lets you. You can feel his chest shudder as he takes in a deep breath and holds it.
“I wasn’t abandoning you,” you repeat, face pressed against his shoulder. “All I wanted was what was best for you.”
He pulls back to look you in the eye. “All I wanted was you.”
“Yes, but did you want Sungho?” you asked, but you regret it when you see the hurt that bleeds through his expression.
“You think I would have tried to harm him?”
“I… Jungkook, no-”
“You think I didn’t want a child with you?” He does it again, that empty laugh that is nothing like the old Jungkook. That’s what you did to him. “All I wanted was a family with you, to take care of you and our children, to provide for you and keep you safe.”
“But you couldn’t, Jungkook,” you persist, “the king would not have let you take me as your bride, nor would he have my son as the heir.”
“Well,” a resolute glint comes into Jungkook’s eye. “That king is dead. And now I can do whatever I want.”
He takes a step towards you. You take a step back.
“Your advisors won’t accept me as the queen,” you threaten. He shrugs.
“I’ll get new advisors.”
Another step.
“I don’t know how to be a queen.”
“You can learn.”
Another step.
“I’m not good enough.”
Your back hits the wall. 
He leans in until you feel his breath hitting your cheek. 
“You haven’t once said that you don’t love me.”
Your throat dries up. 
“One would think,” he continues, “that love is the most important aspect in a marriage.” His nose brushes yours. “So?”
The way he phrases the question is almost casual, but one look in his eyes and you can see all the fear and pain and anger that’s working beneath the surface. Jungkook’s eyes have always been so expressive. You don’t know how you never truly understood him until now.
“I…” you start, about to lie, and you see his expression shutter. Just like back then, when the two of you were curled up on Jungkook’s window seat, looking out at the gardens. And Jungkook asked you if you had ever thought about what you were going to name your children. 
Of course I haven’t, you laughed. Who thinks about something like that at our age?
Ah. Jungkook had said, and his expression shuttered a little, so you pushed yourself onto his lap and kissed his cheek, taking his face in your hands and squishing it a little. 
Sorry, sorry, Jungkook-ah, I didn’t mean it like that. Tell me then, go on.
And he told you he would name his daughter Jiho and his son Sungho. Ji for justice and Sung for victory, with Ho as the generational name for both. Ho for protect, because he would always protect them. And he looked at you like he had just given you his heart and you kissed him and didn’t understand. 
But now you do. 
“I love you, Jungkook.” 
The pure relief that washes over his face is too much to bear. You kiss him and he cradles you in his arms like something precious. You are something precious to him, you realise that now. 
Later on, you’ll fetch Suho and introduce him to his father properly. Jungkook will know his son, and they’ll start to build the bond that you broke all those years ago. The three of you will journey back to the palace and live in comfort and security, rising every morning with the sun and watching the stars together at night. 
For now, though, you let yourself be held. You finally accept the love Jungkook has been trying to give you this whole time, and realise that, despite the sacrifices and servitude and companionship you’ve dedicated to him in the name of his best interests… the best thing you could ever give him is yourself. 
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raggaraddy · a month ago
My Cruel Kidnapper: Chapter Six
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Yandere! Jungkook
Summary: You just want to rest, but Jungkook has other plans. And it's not like you can stop him.
Trigger warnings: Non-con, smut, restraining, forced pleasure, handcuffs, threats, kidnapping, imprisonment, begging, swearing, abuse. 18+ readers only.
A/n: If you are new to this story, please go to the cover page for the chapter list and the story disclaimer. 18+ readers only.
Enjoy.  💜💜💜
Previous Chapter
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Having to look at the bloodied mess of his tattooed name and say that you like it is bad enough, but as you're being led you out of the bathroom you instantly notice that Jungkook is directing you to his bed, not out of the room. Instinctually you lean back, pushing against his chest. 
"Wh-what are you doing? Can't I go to the other room?" You stutter, starting to tremble all over once again. Groaning he shoves you a step forward.
"Look, Y/n you either get on the bed or I'll tie you back to the post." he ultimates. Turning and looking over your shoulder, you're pleading with your eyes for him to allow you another option. He literally just finished with you. Your throat is still battered and sore. You can't take anymore.
"To sleep. Jeez, why is everything sex with you." He rolls his eyes sarcastically, smirking at your panic. 
Grinding and clenching your teeth you are trying to bite back the hostility that is close to erupting. Because with no other apparent choice, you have to reluctantly follow his forceful demands.
You're practically thrown onto the bed by another heave from Jungkook. Despite how you're tossed about or hurting though, your primary focus is holding the hem of your jersey and keeping yourself covered. Taking a few moments more to shuffle and sit upright with your back leaning on the headboard. 
A new heavy thump of terror seizes your chest at seeing him pull out the handcuffs from the drawer of his bedside table. 
"You said sleep," Your lip trembles, eyes going wide. With a blurted laugh the smirk on his face grows. His head shaking slowly.  
"Lay down," he commands, standing above you, demonstratively and threateningly allowing the cuffs to dangle from his finger.
Every time you believe that you have reached the greatest heights of fear and anxiety, Jungkook does something more that teaches you the true extent of human misery. 
"Please," you whine, more and more tears starting to flow down your face. 
Not acknowledging your pleas for mercy he leans over, grabbing your ankles, yanking you down the bed so that you're flat on your back. Making you frantically work to once again lower the now bunched shirt.
"Hands up." Jungkook points above your head. 
Beginning to hyperventilate, you hesitantly do as he says. There isn't anything else you can do at this moment. You don't have any other choice unless you want to be hurt again. You just can't take anymore. You need to rest.
Resentlfully lifting your arms, he speeds your cooperation by knocking your hands into the bars. Cuffing the cold harsh metal around your wrists, trapping you to the frame. It's like the first night all over again. Only this time you feel complicit in your abuse. 
Covered in fear-induced goosebumps you watch him circle to the other side of the bed. Wishing he would just disappear. Squeezing your eyes closed when you make eye contact with him for a split second. Blindly feeling the bed dip and shift as he slides in beside you. 
In denial, in distress, you try to block every sound and movement out until a few moments pass and you feel something lightly resting on you. Opening your eyes the room is solidly dark and it takes a few blinks for your sight to adjust and for you to be able to register what is happening.
He has put the blanket over you. You're on one side of the bed, he is on the other. Is he really just going to sleep? 
Internally you sigh a huge weary breath of relief. Although, apparently it must have been externally as well because Jungkook chuckles. 
"Told you, didn't I? You should be more trusting." He laughs again, obviously seeing the dark humour in his own words. Creaking the springs, he shuffles around until he is pressed to your side. His thick arm draping over your body, his fingers tucking under you and his warm breath blowing down your neck.
Relaxing and softening into you, you can slowly feel and hear his breathing deepen. His chest raises and lowers as he begins to drift off to sleep.
You however are wide-eyed. Fighting the urge to squirm away or move at all, a hard-held pressure burning your lungs. Staring at the fuzzy shape of the ceiling. Your face is hot and wet as tears unendingly cascade down your skin, cresting in your ears.
How is this my life right now? Trapped in a bed in the clutches of a man who has, among a seemingly endless list of horrid acts, kidnapped and raped me. 
You are completely alone. And you don't even know if anyone is looking for you. You don't know if your parents have even noticed that you're gone. You could normally go days without seeing each other, even though you lived in the same house. So do you think they will have noticed that you are missing?
Maybe the people at work have noticed you're gone. Maybe they'll call your parents to see where you are. Maybe your mum will get worried and call the police. Or perhaps they've already noticed and are looking for you right now. Maybe they'll come bursting through the door at any moment and save you from Jungkook's savage grip.
But most likely your parents haven't noticed. Or they think you are simply at a friend's house. Maybe they don't even bother calling the police because they are trying to be pragmatic and they think you've just run off. Maybe they plan to wait a week first until they are sure you are really missing.  
If that's the case it may be months before they find you. He has already hurt you over and over, who knows what Jungkook might have done to you by then!
Maybe they'll find your body and not you. 
You fiercely shake your head. No! I have to stay positive. It's only been two days. They'll find me. I have to trust that they'll find me. 
And besides Jungkook said he won't hurt you if you just do what he wants. He's already done the worst he possibly could to you. You just have to endure it for now and do what he says. That will be enough to give your family and the police time to find you. To save you.
You just have to hold out.
Your abrupt motion seems to have stirred your sleeping captor a little. His hold on you tightens and his chest flattens firmly to your side as he lightly snores. His unconscious voice ringing through the dark. 
"No. She-never." He mumbles inaudibly. Incoherently.
Your thoughts swirl over the same thing again and again making any sort of desperately needed rest hard to achieve. You stare into the silence for an incalculable amount of time with thoughts of your parents, friends, and colleagues. Wondering how and when they will find you. And just when it feels as if you are too exhausted to think about them anymore your mind begins to fixate on how sore you are and every little injury that you can feel. Painfully obsessing over how lasting and permanent everything he has done to you will be. Both mentally and physically.
It feels as if hours have passed before you catch yourself drifting in and out of sleep.
Discomfort and cold sweep up your body. Your mind slamming back into consciousness. Your eyes stretching open in a start, searching all over for any signs of danger.
There's no window in this room but the bathroom door is open and the daylight is flooding in from there. It burns your eyes, making them water but you force yourself to keep them open.
Jungkook is still in the same place to the side of you, only now he is resting on one arm, his body leaning over the top of you. Watching you sleep.
"Wh-what are you doing?" You mutter. 
"What? No, good morning?" He teases. His bare chest flexing, he slides down your side a little. Purposefully rubbing against you. 
Lifting your head up you look down your body and see your shirt has risen and the blanket is off the bed, exposing everything from your belly button down. Your eyes jump to Jungkook's clumsy movements. Boosting himself up a little, he starts to one-handedly draw down his pants. The implication making your stomach sink.
"What are you doing?" You repeat in a whimper, slamming your head back into the pillow. Too terrified of what his answer will be.
With a devious smile printed on his mouth he brings his leg over, his bare body laying heavily on top of yours. Stifling a grunt, you stiffly intertwine your ankles, squeezing your legs together as tightly as possible.
Feeling you moving to protect yourself Jungkook looks down, grinning amusedly.
"Are you really going to fight me, Babe?" He raises his eyebrows, pointing out your futility. You really have no form of defence. All you can manage to do is glare at him while chewing your lip nervously. "Open your legs. Now." He orders.
Violently shaking your head, you try to hold your ground as if he could not simply pry your legs apart if he wanted.  
"Y/n, I was nice and let you have your little spazz out, but now I'm over it. So stop acting like a spoilt bitch."
"You've been nice?" You snap, unable to restrain your inner thoughts from exploding. "When?! When have you been nice?!"
"When? You really have no idea how much restraint I'm showing for your sake." He chuckles darkly. His switch in tone and his cold expression extinguish your anger. "You think this is bad? I could have you praying for death. I could turn you into an obedient little pet, begging to please me." Lowering closer, his lips rest just off of yours. Whispering his cruel words to make you focus to hear them. "Do you want to see what it's like when I'm not nice?" 
It's like he is trying to epitomise the source of pure unbridled fear. You don't know how to feel right now, let alone what you can say. Opening your mouth you hope some sort of response falls out, but nothing but static and dread fills your brain.
"Of course, I like this cute little personality of yours." He taunts, brushing through your hair, moving it off your face. His fingers trailing down your chin, then down your neck, moving lower and lower. "And I always like a little fight." Your eyes are locked in a stare-off that he undoubtedly controls. His hand reaches your belly when he suddenly jerks it far lower and too easily shoves it between your clenched thighs. Creating a startling stabbing sensation inside you at the sudden invasion. 
"Now, I'll ask again; Do you really want to fight me?" He smirks, his hand jerking higher towards your crotch. Really driving home the fact that you have no power to stop him.
Despite your overwhelming instinct to refuse him, you can not see any way to successfully do so. Maybe if you weren't tied to the bed it would be easier, but you are going to break before the metal cuffs do.
Your tongue and jaw ache as you give in and slowly comply. Unhooking your ankles you part your thighs slightly. Regardless of your already massive personal sacrifice and conformance he isn't satisfied and gestures for you to continue and spread your legs further.
You bite hard on your cut up lip, feeling your heart ache as you obey his order. Looking down and to the side, you part your thighs shoulder-width apart. Being overwrought with vulnerability and defenselessness as you do.
"See. That wasn't so hard." He snarks. His arrogant tone hitting at the base of your stomach.  
Propping himself on his elbow, he moves a little to the side. His hardening cock rubbing against your leg. Sealing your eyes and your mouth, you try your best to restrain any tears. Remembering your resolve from last night. Your need to endure it and get it over with. You need to do what you can to survive. 
That is however easier said than done when you're trapped under him again. And as his hand cups against your pussy, a few tears roll through. A squeaked whine slipping out as his fingerpads start to move in long, slow, circular motions. Pushing through your folds, stroking along your opening.
Despite your loathing, through the sheer mechanics of it, you start to get wet. His fingers dipping inside you making his movements slicker. Made worse as he starts to invade you further. Pushing inside. Stretching you. Making you feel so violated. 
Begining to push them deeper and curl them faster, you can shamefully feel the ease with which his fingers are moving. You can feel how wet you are getting, and how your juices are flowing. The sensations feel nauseating. Yet among them is the most unfamiliar warmth that is starting to swell in your core.   
"After all your bitching, look how much you like this. You're leaving a wet patch on the bed." He mocks. The shame of his comment making you burn hot.
Taking his hand out, he pushes your knees wider, lining his cock up. His sticky hand grabs onto your hips, yanking you down, slamming himself inside you even rougher than the first time. As he thrust deeply you yelp. He is struggling to push his whole cock inside but still, he's forcing it in no matter how tight you are. No matter how much pain he might cause you.
With a final ram of his hips, he buries himself to the base. Another screech of yours breaking into full-on sobs. The pain, the invasion, the mental abuse of it all is too much and you can not hold your composure any longer. Jungkook doesn't care though. His bodyweight is pinning you down. Keeping you still for his use. That's all he wants from you.
Pulling you onto him again and again, his body is grinding against yours. His tongue shoving into your mouth, he swallows up your cries. Seeming to kiss you with even more roughness than he is fucking you with.
In the midst of everything, his hand snakes down and again he starts to play with you. His fingers rubbing and massaging your clit. The strange tenderness returning and beginning to take shape into something more. Something similar to electricity lingering under his touch. 
With his external stroking joining in, it happens too quickly that the pressure of him inside you stops being painful. Instead, the feeling of him slipping back and forth feels almost enjoyable. Sending your brain into a frantic mess.
It shouldn't. I don't want this to feel good. Not from him.
The more Jungkook continues, the firmer he touches you the stronger and the more deeply the wave of pleasure grows. To the point where you are no longer crying and an inexplicable moan catches itself in the back of your throat. Your back arching as you raise your hips up into him. 
His teeth drag over your lip, finally allowing the kiss to part. Only without his tongue keeping you quiet a deep throaty moan slips out.
The sound hitting you in the gut like an anvil. Echoing in your mind. 
You can't believe what you just did. That you are letting yourself enjoy this. Letting him make you feel good. What is wrong with me?! You can't understand how you have such little self-control as to let the man who kidnapped you make you feel pleasure. 
You're in complete shock of your reaction.
Seeming pleased with coercing a response from you, Jungkook removes his hand. Focusing again solely on himself. Pounding into you as you pant and gasp through his onslaught. Feeling absolutely sickened by youself and how it still somehow feels good.
Unlike last time, he doesn't try to make the experience longer. And he doesn't pull out, but instead drops his dead weight on top of you as he cums, finishing inside you.
"God, you make me cum so hard." He breathes into the side of your face. His hanging hair tickling your skin.
Getting himself slightly higher he kisses you again passionately, thrusting one last time before pulling out. Making you gasp as right away you can feel his cum running out of you, dripping down your ass. Pushing himself onto his knees he looks you over with a smile. 
"You look so hot with my cum inside you." He purrs, depravedly. Holding and pulling your legs even further apart with one hand he makes you squeal at feeling another gush of his cum pour out. Making you jolt and cry out over and over, his touch suddenly traces over your tender opening. Roughly fingering and playing with you, jamming his cum back inside you. Rubbing it up and down your slit until not a part of you isn't filthy from it. "Don't worry, Babe. Next time I'll make sure you get to cum too." He grins looking so proud of himself. Wiping his dirty fingers on the skin of your belly.  
Whether he meant it as a threat or not, his promise makes your soul break. Turning your head into your arm you sob deeply and loudly. While you're in the middle of a breakdown he simply gets up and leaves to the bathroom. Once again, leaving you ruined, tied, and helpless on the bed.  
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chinkbihh · 12 months ago
The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)
Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.
Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)
Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook
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Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.
Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.
Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.
The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.
The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.
Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.
He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.
This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.
Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.
If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.
But there was only one problem with this scene.
That was your husband, Jungkook.
And that woman in his arms was not you.
As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.
Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.
“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.
“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.
Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”
Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”
You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.
“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.
You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.
His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.
It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.
Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.
Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.
You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.
“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.
A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.
Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.
Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.
“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.
You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.
“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.
You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”
Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”
She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.
“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”
“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.
“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.
Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.
“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.
“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”
The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”
Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.
Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.
The ball was finally in your court.
Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.
“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.
“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”
Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.
He didn’t even spare you a glance.
You wanted to be angry.
You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.
But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.
Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?
Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.
Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.
Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.
Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”
You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.
“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”
You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”
Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”
And there it was.
The big question.
Did you truly even care about this marriage?
Well, let’s look at the facts.
One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.
Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.
Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.
Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.
But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.
The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.
Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”
Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.
You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”
You didn’t say anything.
Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.
However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.
You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”
“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”
Jin nodded but seemed unsure.
You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.
Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.
Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.
Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.
To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?
It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.
Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.
Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.
To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.
Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.
You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.
Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.
“Did you see her?”
“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”
“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”
“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.
You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.
It was Sana.
“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”
“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”
“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”
“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”
Cruel laughter from all of them.
The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.
“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”
Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.
A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.
Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.
“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”
Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.
“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.
They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.
“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”
Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”
Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.
You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.
You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.
“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”
You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.
Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.
Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.
Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.
When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.
“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.
“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.
You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”
Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.
You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.
Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.
Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.
“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.
‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.
“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”
“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.
Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.
“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.
Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.
All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.
A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.
Should you expose your son to your future plan?
The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.
“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.
“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.
“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.
“Like a va-vayca-”
“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.
“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”
The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.
“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”
The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”
Your heart broke.
You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.
“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”
“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”
“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”
“Like spies?”
You chuckled, ��Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”
You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.
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Author’s Note:  So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next.  The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life.  Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ.  Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol.  This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments.  Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.
Big thanks to @sushireads​ once again for creating the cover art for this fic.  They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.
And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop​! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic.  They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar.  They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while.  I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.  
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amoc94 · 11 months ago
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My Yandere BTS Fanfic Recommendation.
Read the warning carefully. As with any yandere story, expect some gore or non consensual / dubious consensual sex in some of them.
Everything here has plot, I'm not a fan of PWP, scenarios, text message stories, or reactions.
I don't favor incest either, so I won't recommend it here. (Pseudo-incest is okay.)
For non yandere recommendation, check full Navi here.
1. Allurement , Yandere Namjoon. Series of Drabbles, Slick and deceptive yandere CEO Namjoon.
2. Beloved, long oneshot. Yandere King Min Yoongi - My all time favorite, if you like asian historical dark romance, you'll love this.
3. Excitus Acta Probat, oneshot. Soft Yandere, Mafia Yoongi, feat. OT7.
4. The Tarot Series, A Collection of yandere oneshots based on Tarot Card.
5. Charming, oneshot. Cinderella AU, obsessive Prince Park Jimin. This is very beautiful the way the author describe the scenes and everything.
6. Ultimatum, miniseries. Yandere Sugar Daddy Taehyung, feat. Jimin.
7. Case Closed, miniseries. Yandere Detective Namjoon.
8. Boys Don't Cry, miniseries. Yandere husband Yoongi, feat. Hoseok.
9. Beastly Gods, oneshot. Yandere hybrid Taehyung, feat OT7.
10. Level of Restraint, long oneshot. Office AU, Yandere Jimin and Namjoon. BDSM undertone.
11. Something Wicked, series. Yandere CEO Seokjin.
12. Let The Villain Win, oneshot. Yandere thriller writer Namjoon.
13. Baby Mine, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi with OC.
14. Poison Apple, mini series. Yandere Taehyung feat. Yoongi. This is not for the faint heart. Proceed with caution. Hard non con.
15. A Dangerous Game, Yandere Mob boss Namjoon x reader. Long series, there is sequel. Hard non con in one of the chapters.
16. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.
17. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.
18. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.
19. Bad Guy, ongoing series. Mafia boss Seokjin. This one is not really yandere, per se, but the way Seokjin loves the MC is quite you know...obsessive.
20. Addiction, long oneshot, yandere student Jungkook x reader. He was insanely lusting over you and just how much he was willing to pay for it?
21. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.
22. Nightcall, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung, mafia au.
23. Lovesick, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung is your sister's ex-boyfriend.
24. Trigger Happy, oneshot. Yandere mob Jungkook, undercover agent reader.
25. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.
26. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.
27. Fucked Up, yandere OT7. Polyamorous - Idol AU. This is actually a series, look in the author's masterlist. The full version is in author's AO3. (Beware tho, the long version is just like the title says, pretty fucked up, lol.)
28. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.
29. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.
30. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.
31. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.
32. Butterfly, oneshot. Your stepson, Yoongi, fucks you in the kitchen while your husband eats breakfast. 
33. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.
34. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.
35. Forbidden Fruit, long oneshot. Jhope as mafia member, reader has inability to feel fear.
36. Predator, oneshot. Vampire Jungkook stalked on reader. I felt goosebumps reading this, nothing too gory tho.
37. Brother Knows Best, ongoing short story. Yandere Jungkook, reader is his step sister.
38. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.
39. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.
40. Black Swan, long one shot. Swan Prince Jimin x reader as a Princess. I'm not usually fond of story about faeries, this one is an exception. Hard to describe this, along with the hair that stood on my nape and that tingling feeling of fear and excitement while reading this. A truly masterpiece.
41. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.
42. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. 🤭
43. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.😈
44. In The Pain Of The Roses, long one shot, yandere king Yoongi x princess reader. Beautiful, poetic narrative. Read the tag warning, because it's really dark.
45. Anti Hero, long oneshot, yandere Yoongi x idol reader. Not many yandere story in idol universe, this one is not only one of the few, but also oh so so good.
46. Broken, oneshot. Seokjin x reader. Some dub con borderline to non con. Proceed with caution, because it's quite dark. I read this like a year ago, but everytime I read it again, it never failed to give me a shiver. It's on AO3.
47. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.
48. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written.
49. War Lords, miniseries. Namjoon x Detective reader x Hoseok, both men were crime lords. At first I'm not sure whether to put this story under yandere list, since the MC wasn't exactly forced to be with them. But the element of manipulation and mind games, dubious consensual and heavy bdsm sex scenes had me to put it under yandere instead. Heavy angst, very well written. Totally NSFW! You probably soak your panties in front of your colleagues or classmates if you do read it during work.🤣
50. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.
51. Motive, long one shot. College AU. Jungkook x reader x another girl. Angst, thriller, love triangle. It's hard to describe the complicated feeling when you read this other than it will keep you on edge dragged by your curiosity before 💣💣 boom! There it go, the plot twist.😂
52. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader. Soft yandere (for me), nothing much in the tag warning, but very enjoyable.
53. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.
54. Énouement, long one-shot. Doctor Taehyung x trophy wife reader. It's a part of interconnected stories with other members. Look at the author's masterlist. This is the one that I like the most.
55. Polarity, miniseries. Yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!♥️
56. Throne of A Sinner, King Jungkook x servant reader, long one shot, open ending. Not sure if there will be continuation. Poetic narrative, quite intense and chilling. Read the warning, very descriptive non consensual sex scene.
57. Knight in Bloody Armor, club owner Hoseok x reader. Ongoing series. Very well written and chilling. It's on AO3, and you need to log in to be able to read it.
58. House of Serpents, ongoing series. OT7 x high class escort reader in organized crime AU. A shitload twisted men with twisted sex flavor. I have no words to say other than it put me on variety of different emotions until its latest chapter, and I have love and hate relationship with all of the men here. Polyamorous dynamic, heavy BDSM vibe. It's very well written on AO3. As always, read the warning.
59. Love Pages, long oneshot. Yandere Jimin x slight yandere reader, inspired by "Death Note".
60. Kill to Kiss You, long oneshot. Jungkook as mob boss x escort reader. I got cold hands and feet reading this. Chilling and put you on edge till the end.
61. Lesson Learnt, miniseries. CEO JK x ex gf reader. My ultimate weakness, BTS members as CEO with power and obsession. This one is pretty dark, read all the warning.
62. Code Red, one shot. Doctor Jimin x patient reader.
63. Saving You, short oneshot. Yandere husband Tae x reader.
64. Single Side Line, mini series. Yandere tennis player Tae x reader as ball girl. There are two alternate endings.
I'll reblog everytime two new fics are up.
65. A Thriller Film, movie director Jungkook × reader as his stylist. It's well written and chilling.
These are all the ones that, you know, really give me some impression, goosebumps etc.
Very good.
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angelicyoongie · 4 months ago
lovesick (ll)
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— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 4.5k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, harrassment, mention of violence/bodily harm, mild blood, 18+ — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!
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“Delivery for Y/n!”
The harsh knocks at your door make you flinch. You eye the rattling handle warily, feet rooted to the cold floor as you debate whether or not you should open it. You know you’re being paranoid, that there’s no way it’s him waiting on the other side of your door, but you can never be too careful. While your stalker has only been hiding behind letters and gifts so far, there’s no telling what he’ll do when that isn’t enough anymore. Truly, what scares you the most is that while he seems to know so much about you, you don’t know anything about him. You have no clue what lengths he's willing to go to get you, and you’re not about to start taking risks now.
Yeah, you’re not opening that door.
You listen intently as someone shuffles around outside, their heavy footsteps moving back and fourth for a few seconds before they pause. There’s a loud thud, something being placed on the ground before you hear a muffled voice grumble out, "I don’t have time for this.”
You stay still as their steps recede down the hall, biting your tongue until you hear the familiar groan of the janky elevator doors sliding shut. You count to ten, giving the elevator enough time to go down two floors before you can find it in yourself to move. Wrapping your hand around the door handle, you slowly begin to open the additional locks you got after your visit to the police station a few days ago. He knows where you live, and if Officer Park can’t help you, then you just have to do your best to make it as difficult as possible for your stalker to get to you.
You exhale, gathering your focus as you draw the last bolt back. You’re on high alert as you fling the door open, poking your head out to frantically scan the hallway for any movement. It’s quiet, empty, the long corridor having no dark corners for anyone to hide in. Deeming it safe enough – you let your eyes drift to the floor, gaze locking on to the item that was left behind.
So many flowers.
You stare down at the bucket of red roses at your feet, disbelief colouring your features as you realize there has to be close to a hundred of them crammed into the large container. For a split second you consider leaving them out in your hallway to wilt away, to die on their own, but you know better than to do that.
There will be consequences if you reject a gift, and it only had to happen one time for you to never repeat that mistake again. You’ll never forget the sight of the pure white roses stained red, the rhythmic drip of the blood as it pooled around the clear vase in front of your door. Everything was red. It was a threat – and a reminder – one you swore to yourself to never forget as you scrubbed the crimson stains out of old wooden floors. You never quite managed to remove everything, and the doormat you ended up placing on top of the lingering marks is now barely visible underneath the sea of flowers in front of you.
The memory sends a chill down your spine as you do your best to drag the bucket inside your apartment. You just have to accept the gift; he doesn’t need to know that the flowers usually go right in the trash. You close your door with a bang, making sure every lock is back in place before you lean in to study the roses. You trail your fingers over the soft petals, the flowers yielding under the gentle weight until you find what you were looking for. Paper. The purple envelope is nearly hidden in-between the dark red roses, only the sharp edge of a corner poking out.  
A few petals scatter to the floor as you pull it out. Swallowing dryly you flip the envelope around, carefully prying open the sealed flap. The glossy cardstock slides out easily, the postcard just small enough that it doesn’t snag on the paper. Turning it over, you’re met with a stylized image of Mt. Fuji in cherry blossom season, the small “hope to see you soon!” printed at the bottom of the card sending a stab of anxiety to your stomach.
You talked about Japan last week. It was after your last Thursday class that you had called Heejun on the way home, talking about mindless things to distract yourself from how empty the park had been. The only reason you hadn’t been flat out sprinting home was the two girls walking on the path in front of you, and the man playing fetch with his dog a little further out on the grass. Neither had been close enough to hear what you were talking about, and it’s not like you had been particularly loud either as you power walked home in the dark. And yet, somehow, he had heard you. He always does. It doesn’t matter if it’s a comment made in passing or a place you’ve talked about for a long time, it always shows up in a purple envelope eventually.  
You quickly stuff the card back into the envelope as you take a long stride over to the entry table. You close the black box firmly after dumping the postcard in with the other letters, desperate to have it out of your sight. Unease settles in your stomach as you turn back to the abundance of roses in front of you, the heavy bucket a clear reminder that it won’t be so easy to get rid of your stalker’s gift this time. You might have enough large garbage bags to dispose of the flowers, but to do that you’ll have to move them first. You can barely shimmy past them in the doorway and it’s not like your hallway is any bigger, so there’s no way you can leave it where it is.
You bend down with a huff, jaw tense as you find the edges of the bucket. You’re not particularly weak, but the combined weight of the flowers and the gallons of water sloshing around are way too heavy for you to lift without risking breaking your back. You’ll just have to try to push it to the kitchen and hope for the best.
“C’mon,” You bite, arms straining under the pressure as your feet can’t seem to gain enough grip on the waxed floors. You’re almost halfway across the room when your hand slips, the condensation on the side of the bucket making you lose your hold. You curse as you fall to your knees, thorns slicing into your skin on the way down.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You hiss as you cradle your injured fingers, watching as the blood rises to the surface of the shallow cuts. You clamber to your feet as it begins to drip down into your palm, a strange mixture of annoyance and fear clawing its way up your throat as you hurry over to the kitchen sink. As you run your fingers under lukewarm water, staring at how the foam turns pink as you gently wash your cuts, you can’t help but wonder if the first police officer you talked to a year ago was right – if your stalker really is just a shy soulmate.
You let out an ugly snort, hatred winding itself tight around your heart. If it’s true, then you hope it fucking hurts. You hope he feels every bit of pain that you do, that his fingers sting just as much as yours as you cover the torn skin with band-aids.  
You turn around, gripping the edge of the sink tightly with your good hand to hold yourself back from marching over and flipping the bucket on its head. At the end of the day, all of the hurt and anger you feel doesn’t even make a difference. It’ll just make a mess that you’ll have to clean up later. You stalker, soulmate, whatever he is, will just continue like he always has.
Seething, you mutter every curse you think off under your breath – hoping for the first time in your life that your thoughts will reach him, that he’ll feel even just a smidge of the pure disgust you feel for him.
Slumping against the counter, you’re about to throw the roses another affronted glance when something catches you eye. There’s a small logo on the other side of the bucket that you didn’t notice earlier, an image of two identical flowers curling around the flower shop’s name – Déjà Bloom. You nearly drop your phone to the ground in your haste to get it out of your pocket, fingers trembling as you search it up. It’s only a 30-minute walk from your apartment, ten if you take the bus. You find the opening hours, a spark of excitement coursing through you as you remember that you have no classes tomorrow.
You finally have a lead.
You save the location into your phone, flexing your aching hand as you stare at the roses. You don’t care what you’ll have to do, you’re won’t be leaving that flower shop until you know who sent you those flowers.
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There’s a soft chime above your head as you enter Déjà Bloom. The interior of the shop is elegant yet cozy, wooden accents complimented by bursts of colour from the various flowers placed around the room. A pleasant scent hits you the moment you step inside, the faint hints of lavender you breathe in working wonders to soothe some of the jittery energy running rampant through your body. Glancing around the shop you feel yourself slowly begin to relax as you soak up the beautiful flower displays and greenery hanging around the room. You’re early, only ten minutes after opening, and everything is painted in a lovely warm hue – the sun just having risen enough to filter though the large windows. The soft tunes droning from the speakers makes everything feel mellow and calm, and you can’t remember the last time you felt so comfortable outside of your own apartment.
“I’ll be right there!”
You startle at the voice that calls out to you, turning just in time to find the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen walking through the door in the back. The sunlight spilling into the shop caresses his caramel hair in a way that makes your breath hitch, his locks pushed away from his forehead in a soft wave that frames his face perfectly. There's a pinch between his brows as he tries to dust off the dirt clinging to his apron, the black cloth accentuating the contrast between his broad shoulders and small waist. He makes an affronted sound when some of the dirt refuses to be brushed off, the soil staining his fingers as it smears into the fabric.
Your lips quirk at the noise, finding the petulant expression on his face rather cute. The realization that you’re just standing there awkwardly in the middle of the shop hits you as he reaches the counter, his bright eyes looking up to meet yours across the room. Not wanting to look like an idiot, you move closer, gaze locked on the floor to make sure you move the right foot in front of the other as you rehearse your planned speech in your head. You have to make sure you ease him into the concept of tracking down his customer; you can’t just throw it in his face and expect him to cooperate.
Distracted, you miss how the man’s pursed lips part in surprise as he takes you in, how his neck turns pink as you step up to the table.
“How can I help you?”
Your mind goes blank as you look up. The man is smiling at you. You catch a hint of perfect white teeth behind his rosy lips, the corner of his eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart tumble in your chest. The convincing speech you spent all of yesterday evening on is wiped clean from your thoughts, only static remaining between your ears as you scramble to remember the reason you’re here.
Flowers? Yeah, it was something about flowers.
Something red. Roses?
Wait– shit, what’s your name again?
“O-oh, flower delivery?” You stutter, heat steady working it’s way up the back of your neck. God, you’re not going to make it out of here alive.
The man nods as he pulls out a notebook from beneath the desk, opening it to a page filled with numbers, ”We have a wide variety of options! What kind of price point were you thinking of?”  
“Actually–” You swallow thickly, forcing your eyes away from his face for a few seconds in order to form a coherent thought, ”I have received flowers from here a few times, and uh, I was wondering if you if could tell me who sent them?”
Something alarmed flashes across his face just as the book in his hands snaps shut, the loud sound making the both of you jump. “That’s– uh, we don’t really do that here? Give out personal information, I mean.”
He reaches up to tug at his ear, clearly flustered judging by how red it turns under your gaze, ”Can I ask why you want to know who the sender is?”
You have to come up with something fast. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want to give out client information, and if you tell him that his client has been using the store to harass someone then he might just flat out refuse to help you. It’s not like you want to ruin the shop’s reputation, so it’s probably better if you try a different approach to get him to spill the beans.  
You glance down, relieved to find a silver nametag attached to his apron. Seokjin. Mustering up a smile you step closer to the counter, resting your hands delicately on the smooth surface. Seokjin’s throat bobs as you lean in, his brown eyes widening as you let out a shy giggle.
Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you make your voice as soft as possible, “I just really want to thank them, Seokjin. They’ve been getting me such lovely flowers and I feel bad for not knowing who it’s from.”  
The thought of ever thanking your stalker makes you want to throw up, but Seokjin seems to eat it right up. He brightens, and there’s a delighted twinkle in his eye as he pushes the notebook away.
“What kind of flowers did you receive?”
A black mark on his wrist catches you attention as his crisp white sleeve rides up, the unmistakable form of a timer soulmark pressed into his skin. It doesn’t seem to have hit zero yet. You’re surprised when a wave of disappointment crashes into your chest, something bitter coating your tongue as you watch Seokjin move around. Of course he has a soulmate out there waiting for him; he’s not going to want to settle for someone else when the person he’s destined to be with is out there somewhere. You’re sure the one he’s waiting for is as perfect as he is.
You really don't understand why you feel so affected when you only laid eyes on him for the first time today, but you suppose it was nice having attention on you that was welcomed – that actually belonged to a handsome face and not some creep hiding behind a piece of paper.  
Seokjin seems to notice your wandering eyes, a small frown dancing across his lips as he tugs down his sleeve. You shake yourself out of your spiralling thoughts, knowing it won’t do you any good to continue down that path. You have to pull yourself together. You can worry about trivial things like your soulmate and dating once your stalker is taken care of.
Your clear your throat, the smile on your face feeling significantly more forced than before as you say, ”Red roses. They were very … uh, pretty."
Seokjin chokes on his next breath, a spluttering noise leaving his lips as his body goes taut with tension. His expression shifts from incredulous to blank in a second, all emotion wiped from his face. A shiver races down your spine as he looks you dead in the eye and slowly repeats, ”Roses?”
You can only nod, not trusting your voice not to shake under Seokjin’s intense gaze. Fighting to not take a step back from the sudden sour mood, you dig your heels into the floor, staying put. You shove your trembling hands into your pockets, releasing the tightness in your shoulders as you ignore the alarm bells chiming faintly in the back of your mind.
Seokjin turns, stalking over to the computer at the end of the counter. The keyboard clacks loudly as he pulls up a form on his screen, the sound pausing just long enough for Seokjin to say, ”When did you receive them?”
“Yesterday. And the last time before that was on the 13th,” You offer. You have a feeling this might not be the best time to tell him about the twenty other times you have gotten flowers as well. You can’t be sure that every delivery has come from this shop, but you know the roses have. The massive display and large buckets on your left that’s filled with them makes that pretty certain.
You stand there in silence as Seokjin searches his files for a trace of your stalker. You want to feel excited, relieved even, that you’re finally so close, but–
”There’s nothing here,” Seokjin somehow manages to sound even more frustrated than you feel.
But – that would just be too easy, wouldn’t it?  
“I always make sure to document every delivery, but it seems that my help has been doing his work properly. It’s obviously been paid for, but there’s no information left behind on the sender,” Seokjin grumbles. Ah, so he’s the owner then. You suppose it makes sense that things not being properly done would be annoying to him, but you’re not sure why the roses in particular seemed to make him so upset.  
Seokjin’s sharp jaw is tense as he faces you once again, the prominent vein in his neck jumping as he clenches his teeth. ”I’ll ask my employee if he remembers anything about who sent you the flowers. They need to be tracked down so that I can–” He fumbles, a flicker of panic shining in his eyes before he quells it, ”so that you can thank them properly. It’s the least I can do.”
Seokjin tears a piece of a nearby paper, scribbling down a number on it. "If I don’t manage to find them or you get sent more flowers without me knowing, you can use this to contact me. Your address is already in our system, so I can probably send you a letter with the person’s information once we figure out who they are.”
You hesitate.
You don’t really think your mail is safe. There’s no telling if you stalker goes through it before it gets to you, and you can’t risk letting them know you’re on to them.
“No!” You shake your head, “I mean, uhm, I can just text you?”
“You’ll text me?” Seokjin blinks.
You bite down on the tip of your tongue, cheeks growing warm as you realize how that might be interpreted. Seokjin is trying to keep things removed and professional by offering to send you a letter, and here you are, asking for his number. God, he must think you’re desperate.
You wince, softly clearing your throat before you say, “Yeah, that way you’ll have my number and you can send it to me quicker. It’ll be less hassle than a letter, right?”
You steel yourself for a quick rejection, maybe even a pitying look if he’s feeling kind. You’re wholly unprepared for the brilliant smile that blooms on Seokjin’s lips, his eyes sparkling as he says, ”You’re right, that does sound easier.”
Seokjin picks up the scrap of paper with his number on, carefully folding it in half. An unexpected feeling of anxiety spreads through your body as you notice Seokjin’s weird gait, one leg bearing more weight than the other as he rounds the counter. You must’ve been too distracted by his face earlier to see it, but Seokjin is limping, his left foot barely touching the ground as he uses the counter for support to shuffle closer.
Sucking in a soft breath, you swear your ankle throbs in sympathy. Your phantom pain from your soulmark only lasted a few days, as it usually does when your soulmate suffers smaller injuries, but just because you’re fine doesn’t mean that they are. Watching Seokjin hobble closer, you can’t quite shake the feeling that this is all a little too coincidental.
Seokjin must mistake the conflicted expression on your face for concern. He leans against the counter a few steps away from you, scratching his flushed neck, “It turns out that climbing up a ladder to hang arrangements inside a bustling wedding venue wasn’t the best idea. Next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital with a broken foot and an upset bride blowing up my phone because the flowers 'didn’t look right' after the groomsmen had to swoop in to finish the job."
He lets out a breath of airy laughter as he glances down at his foot, ”I only got the cast removed a few weeks ago. The doctor told me to start walking on it gradually without crutches, but it’ll take a while before I’m back to normal. Right now it looks worse than it is though.”
If only the ground could swallow you whole.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
It should go without saying that there’s no way that your soulmate is the only one with a leg injury in town. Hell, you don’t even know if they even are in the same place as you are – your soulmate could be half across the world for all that you know. You can’t believe your stalker has managed to worm himself into your head so much that everyone you meet feel suspicious.
Mortified by your own thoughts, you can only stammer out a weak, ”O-oh, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Seokjin shrugs, a playful smile on his lips, ”At least it always makes for a funny story at parties! Well, it was a hit at the one party I’ve been too since it happened, crutches aren’t exactly made for socializing.”
You let out a choked chuckle in return, hoping it doesn’t show on your face just how desperate you are to get out of here to deal with your embarrassment alone.
“Oh right! Here you go,” Seokjin seems to suddenly remember the paper in his hand, extending it to you.
Goosebumps rise across your arms as your fingers touch, the warmth from Seokjin’s skin making you feel cold. You suppress the urge to shiver as you look up and find Seokjin’s eyes lingering on your hand, his gaze dark as he stares at the points where your fingers met. You’re sure it’s just a trick of the light – it must be – even though the sun hasn’t moved, and there are no clouds in sight. Your stalker has just messed with your brain too much. Everything is fine.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it, “ You muster up a smile as you place the number securely into your pocket.
“Don’t mention it, I didn’t do much,” Seokjin waves you off with a soft pout.
“And, since I couldn’t be of much help ..” His voice trails off as he casts a quick glance out in the shop, face lighting up as he pauses on a particular flower. He makes his way over to a nearby display, picking up something pink before he hobbles back, “–Please accept this flower as a formal apology.”
Your legs feel weak as you stare at the small lily, the soft pink gradient and yellow centre all too familiar. You’ve seen this flower before. You’ve been gifted it multiple times already. They show up at your door when the roses don’t.
Swallowing down the bile rising your throat, you reach out with shaking fingers to grab the stem from Seokjin, “W-what’s it called?”
“Lily of the Incas,” Seokjin supplies, something thrilled in his voice as he asks, ”Do you like it?”
No. There’s nothing you would like more than to drop it to the ground and crush it under your foot. Ideally, you would love to burn every single miniature lily and rose inside this shop to ashes, but you don’t think Seokjin would take too kindly to that.
“It’s pretty,” You lie, echoing your earlier words as you plaster on a timid smile. Seokjin seems to accept it, the skin around his eyes creasing as he gives you a pleased grin. The weird feeling from earlier slithers its way back into your chest, winding around your heart with an iron grip as you look at Seokjin. There’s no way he could know, right?  
”I um, I should go,” You take a step back, ”Thank you for your time and for the .. flower.”
You think you see a flash of disappointment in Seokjin’s expression as he bids you goodbye, but the easy smile he sports makes it hard to tell. He follows you to the door despite your weak protests about his foot, holding it open for you as you walk out.  
“Stop by the shop if you ever need something, and don’t forget to text me!” Seokjin calls after you with a grin.  
You swallow thickly, giving him a small wave of your own before you turn on your heel. You try to keep your pace controlled as you walk down the street away from Déjà Bloom, shoving your free hand into your pocket to protect it from the brisk air. You wait until it doesn’t feel like a pair of eyes is burning into your back before you turn into a nearby alleyway.
You hold your breath to fend of the terrible smell as you hurry over to a dumpster, ridding yourself of the lily Seokjin gave you. You do feel a little guilty as the pink petals are mixed in with the trash, but you can’t bring yourself to take it home with you. While Seokjin seems sweet, there’s just something about him that feels a little off, something you can’t quite put your finger on. You know that the injury and flower is just a coincidence, because it has to be.
But as you exit the alleyway, filling your lungs with fresh air as you fall into step with the rest of the crowd walking through the streets – you know that deep down, you don’t quite believe that.
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