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angelicyoongie · 18 days ago
lovesick (I)
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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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jkooby · 12 days ago
throne of a sinner
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pairing : yandere king! jungkook x servant! reader
summary : The people of the palace have been waiting for the king to choose his ideal queen. However, the fact that you approved of this as much as the others perplexed and angered him. So he proved how much he desired you to be his queen; no one would refuse you the throne, right? with your stomach growing with his child.
warnings : yandere themes, explicit smut, non con/dub con, infidelity?, innocent! reader, reader can't speak due to child trauma, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, impregnation, slight age gap, manipulation, mention of murder and blood, somnophilia, drugging, pregnancy symptoms.
word count : 8k
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The sun lowering, heralding the advent of darkness. stealing the light from you, your shaky arms almost giving up from the constant hard work of doing the laundry.  When the sun had softly slipped away, you'd always fasten your work. The night isn't for you. 
You aren't terrified of the darkness nor the creepy aura it exudes. When you were a kid, it was always enthralling and comforting to you. The birds noisily chirping, the stars dancing in the sky—it was all beautiful, until it was tarnished. 
Feet dangling from the edge of a thin roof that was once your home. When you were a kid, you'd be constantly humming on the edge with your pet bird. The arrival of night always excited you; it was the only way to escape the harsh world. You were born impoverished, your parents barely had enough money to get by. Your father was an illegal merchant who sold various illegal plants and medicines. 
However, you were unaware of this type of career, and you continue to believe that he had respectable work even today. Your father never mentioned his job, though your mother frequently inquired as to why he only earns twice a week. Despite the fact that it was a quiet night, you were suddenly sprayed with blood. You screamed silently as you saw with your own two eyes, your bird, which had soared away to find warmth in the darkness of towering trees, was shot—staining the sky with bloody accident. 
You had silently cried, oblivious to the silence, as your own loud hammering of your heart devoured you. You heard footsteps, the same way your father walks. You were still shocked as you looked down to see your father holding your now-dead pet in his hands. It was the only way to fill an empty stomach after days of hunger. You recall his eyes filled with remorse as he stared at you, muttering an apology, the same look and apology as he lets you walk away with the guards after selling you to serve in the palace at the age of five. 
Tears escaped your eyes at the recollection of your childhood memories, wiping them away with your sleeves while quickly slipping the enormous silks inside the basket. You walked away, oblivious to the troubled glare hidden behind the shadows. He had caught your tears falling, and it makes him want to keep you in his embrace. Though it hurts him to see you cry, it also makes him feel something. He enjoys watching you cry. 
You awoke to the warmth of someone behind you, the sun hadn't yet come out, and you figured the time hadn't yet passed five o'clock in the morning. Small strokes of soft and calloused fingertips danced on top of your tummy, where he'd constantly play with the knot of your dress, holding himself back from cutting them open with his keen sword. You smiled, knowing it was someone you trusted the most, the king.
Even though he has a lot to do as king, he'd always come to see you at night. He'll always make time for you, even if it means jeopardizing the lives of others. He doesn't give a damn. He'll give anything just to touch your warm skin, which he'll litter with kisses every night when you're dreaming. He understands how the night makes your skin crawl, and he knows why you cry when you're out of it. He had seen both the insides and outsides of your body. There is nothing about you that he is unaware of. He takes pride in being able to read you like an open book. 
When you first entered the palace, the only person who paid attention to you was the king; as a child, you were terrified and bewildered in such a large and unfamiliar environment. You were instantly clothed into a servant outfit the moment the guards left you to meet the other ladies who was also near your age that is trained to be a palace servant. Some chastised you for being sold to the palace by your own parents, while they freely came to servitude merely to be near the gorgeous prince who is about to inherit the throne, hoping for some favors in the future. 
You cried quietly behind the thick wood  where no one is around. You were completely unaware of the pair of shoes standing tall in front of your small frame. When he appeared to offer the fine material he wore to wipe your dried tears, you whispered a thank you only to realize it didn't make a sound. You figured you'd lost your voice. 
Upon the discovery that you had lost your voice didn't bother you much because you aren't a vocal person, but you always wanted to praise and offer great words to the king because he is the only one who has been by your side since you were a child. The king was much older than you; he was twelve when he discovered you under the tree. You reasoned that having someone much more mature to guide you would only make things better. 
Although there is a way to tell the king excellent words, you were never gifted with knowledge of writing and reading. Only people in the middle and upper classes can afford to learn. Everyone believes that there is no point in learning for the lower classes; your father has a few knowledges, but they are insufficient for you to learn to read and write. 
You demonstrate them physically instead, inquiring how the king would like to be complimented using random hand movements that you two have become accustomed to. He'd tell you to sit on his lap only for him to satisfy his own desire, and you'd be so joyful bouncing and clapping unconscious of the heat rippling through the king, he'd thank the Heavens that you never questioned the bulge forming within his pants.
Of course, you'd have no idea. After all, you grew up in the palace with no one to talk to but him. He'll teach you things that are forbidden in his people's eyes, but he doesn't care. Heaven is well aware that they brought you here to see how much of a sinner he would be, and he failed to be the most flawless king.
However, in the eyes of his people, he is perfect. 
They'd have no idea what they're missing, what's lurking behind him, what kind of strings of shadows govern him whenever you're alone with him. 
Jungkook pressed his forefinger a little harder on your lower abdomen, causing you to flinch in response. You shifted your gaze over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the king, who smiled modestly with his eyes closed. Your lips were adorned with a slight pout, as if he was taunting you early in the morning.
Speaking of mornings, you almost immediately sit up, knowing that something extraordinary is going to happen today and that you must prepare immediately. You hum while shaking the king's arm out of you, oblivious to the fact that he's been fully awake for about an hour. You delicately tap his cheek to get his attention; you couldn't talk, so this was all you could do. 
 "hmm... let's sleep more." he mumbled, eyes still closed. 
You shrug your shoulders and step up, allowing him to sleep for a moment because he's a king and you imagine he's still quite fatiqued because of his obligations. Nonetheless, it did not prevent you from reflecting on the occasion today.
"Disobeying the king now aren't we?" The king raised an eyebrow as he rested an arm on the cushion, his head on his palm for support, as he smiled upon your morning face that he adored a lot. In his mind, you're always so beautiful when you wake up; it's like waking up to a flower that blossoms in his garden. his flower. 
You smiled back as you urged him to stand up and made some hand gestures to indicate that he needed to eat and dress up. Obtaining a grip of whatever you wanted to deliver he rose up.
 "Is it because of the selections of the queen?" 
 You nodded cheerfully in relief knowing that he comprehend what you meant. But he doesn't understand how you can be so happy about him choosing another woman who isn't you? Won't you feel upset that someone will take half of the king's attention? But, of course, the king's full attention is yours! Regardless of how many women are lining up to marry him, he is already in your hands, his body, heart, and belongings. You've got the king on hold. 
 Would you despise him for it? This thing has been bothering him for a week; he desperately wants to change the rules so that he can marry you and make you his queen. However, the government severely protested, claiming that the monarchy will no longer maintain its relevance, that it would harm the bloodline. It frustrated him to the point where he needed to finish the meeting quickly or else the court would be filled with flesh and blood. How could they say such a thing about someone he genuinely adores? You are more valuable than anything in the world! 
 Later, as the young noble ladies arrived one by one, you and the other court ladies assisted them in arranging their attire. You could hear the other servants muttering in displeasure, how they rolled their eyes in envy, claiming that the candidates weren't all that lovely, that they only had a high position, a complete privilege of having the possibility to marry the king. 
 For you, they all appear to be well-suited to the role of queen, with natural beauty and demeanor. You couldn't be happier knowing that your closest friend is getting married to a stunning lady. You don't exactly have a notion of what the king prefers, he never revealed anything linked to his taste in ladies. You couldn't even ask him. 
 Following behind the high ranking royal maid, you entered the hall where the majesty sat on his throne appearing disinterested as normal. He was anticipating for your arrival and the instant he saw a sight of you, it was that all that mattered.
With the mother queen in command, she directed the officials to begin with a nod, signaling the start of the examination. There are approximately twenty females in line; they must meet all of the requirements to be qualified or they will be removed from the king's selections. You look around, wondering if the king has already set his sights on someone. If his majesty could read your mind, he wouldn't hesitate to drag you on his lap and devour you in front of his people. He couldn't stand the thought of you thinking he'd be willing to be with another woman.
As the time passed by, only five hopefuls remained, and one of them might be the lucky one—or not. His Majesty would almost certainly do anything to make their lives a living hell. They're causing problems for him. When the event came to a close, people began to leave. He was compelled to choose one, so he chose a lady without giving it a full glance; after all, why would he care? It’s only you who he desired.
The day ended with you falling asleep in his majesty's arms. While you slept peacefully, his mind was filled with various images of tormenting anyone who got in his way.
As the wedding day approaches, you stand in front of a full-length mirror, which the king has given you as a present. You were very much grateful because the mirror was considered to be prohibitively expensive for you to obtain. But it'll all be worth it when the king gets to see you undress in front of of the mirror. Your back facing him, oblivious to the darkening eyes as he touches himself at the prospect of fucking you in front of the mirror for you to see how well you take him.
"Lady ___," your focus was drawn to the door, where you heard a voice that beckoned you. Using gentle feet, you walked to open it and in front of you is one of the maid you're pretty familiar with.
"His majesty requested to give you this, please drink it promptly before the flavor fades" her lips curved slightly in a friendly manner, your gaze trailed over the bowl of drink, you can tell it's a chilly drink suitable for the summer's weather just by looking at it. Gulping, you accepted with the same smile. nodding, she went away.
You wrinkled your brows in confusion, wondering why his majesty would hand you a drink out of nowhere. Without much thought, you gobbled it up, completely emptying the bowl in response to his courtesy. It had a sweet flavor with a bitter aftertaste. You were still able to gently place it back on top of the table, but the darkness unexpectedly filled your eyes, and a loud thump was heard after you'd lost your equilibrium to unconsciousness.
This was the only sign the king needed in order to enter your chamber. He smiled at the sight of you sleeping peacefully, but his smile faded when he remembered how you were directly laying on the hardwood floor. Of course, he wouldn't let you get sick! He prepared your beddings and carefully lifted you to place you on it, like the kind person he is.
"There you are, looking as stunning as ever."
He grinned weakly as he smeared open mouth kisses on your brow and down to your chin. He caresses your face tenderly, as if you'd shatter if he made the wrong move.
"I'm sorry my lady but i'll be quick" he felt a tiny remorse knowing what he's about to do.
This was not his intention, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he feels knowing he'll be able to have you in whatever ways he wants, with you like this. So vulnerable in his hands. Not for so long he'll be married to someone, reason why he placed you into sleep for a awhile. He couldn't allow you to see him with some other women, let alone marry one.
Isn't it going to hurt you? He's smiling at another woman, but it's clearly a disguise. He'd never be able to do it. However, you will accept it as genuine thing. He pondered.
As much as he wanted to take his time feasting on your body, he needs to be quick before the officials discover he's been gone for too long. In a hurry, he pushed the hem of your dress up, nestling it on top of your stomach, which he’ll fill it up not too soon. He grunted at the sight of your exposed pussy. "Very lovely," he muttered as he approached the bundle of nerves to peck it. Oh, how he yearned for this taste.
You never worn undergarment since you reached eighteen, his majesty told you they're unneeded because it merely takes time for you to dress up, so you stopped without questioning further. That was an advantage for both of you—where he could easily put his hand beneath your dress and feel your warm cunt, to which you'd stare at him in confusion, the two of you hidden somewhere in the palace garden.
Then he’d say "You're my favorite flower among all of this, my love, so sweet so pure. Nobody can compare."
He'd stopped lapping at your pussy when he felt you stir for a second, his eyes quickly darting to see if you'd woken up. He exhaled with relief, when you're still asleep as the moon in the morning. He pulled away to loosen the knot of his pants. With all the faint noises of foot steps rushing around, it's no surprise that his guards were starting to look for him.
"Goodness, I've been waiting for this." He dragged your thighs closer to where he really needed you the most.
Firm cock, oozing with pre cum. He pressed the tip against your dripping wet pussy. Groaning, even with you asleep, your body never denied him of this delectable nectar. He gently pressed the tip into you, raising an eyebrow as he felt your walls contract in response. His breath stuttering, he complimented you for being good as always.
"Fuck. Too tight, I couldn't even fit my full tip." He groans in both agony and delight.
He wanted to badly pound in you, but your body didn't seem to accept his offer. There's no way you're going to refuse him this; he's been longing for this day his entire life. The longer he waits for you to open up, the stronger the pain and urge to purposefully shove in you. When the noises outside began to double with each step, he panicked  "You leave me with no choice, my love."
He completely pulled his cock, leaving only the tip in contact with your entrance. He spit a globe of saliva, which should at least help alleviate the pain you'll feel when you wake up. Placing your legs in each side of his waist, he stopped for a moment to peck your cheek gently as he tried to push suddenly to which he succeed entering half of his cock. Whisper of curses left his mouth, you're squeezing him so tight, he felt like exploding.
He drew away, his eyes widening at the sight of blood coating his cock. “Shit.” He's supposed to feel terrible and worried that he might've caused you discomfort and pain. So why is he loving it instead? He's already used to seeing blood and relishing the thrill of being able to draw it from someone else's flesh. Nonetheless, this is a different approach. The pleasure of staining the pristine bloom he tenderly cared for is a whole new experience of pleasure and satisfaction.
This thought has him thrusting his hips in almost a cruel manner, and even though you were unconscious, he still has the heart to remember it's your first time. But can you blame him for picking up the pace just a little? He's in a hurry. and he can't get enough of how heavenly you feel. It's driving him insane.
his dexterous and skilled yet gruff hand from the constant sword fights, gently fondles your breast; he can see it swelling and growing bigger in a few months. Loaded with milk, which he will undoubtedly consume every night like a famished beast. Jaw clenching, you had abruptly seized his pulsing cock. Almighty, the amazing grip, you were actually wonderfully carved to be his queen.
Jungkook couldn't think clearly any longer; all it took was your walls squeezing his cock so delightfully for him to come undone. He can feel the pressure in his abdomen beginning to rise. He desired to hear and drink in your delicious moan, as well as gaze into those wonderful bewildered and innocent eyes. He's acting as if everything he's doing isn't a sin.
His gaze swept over your body before returning to your face, licking his lips. How could you be so pure while also being so alluring? He gently cupped your cheek so he could see your face. Cherry sweet lips parted slightly in the same pout that kissed the tip of his cock, your lashes gently kissing the apple of your cheek. He drew a breath.
"With this face, you could've easily won, my love. you're so beautiful, do you know that?" he whispered sweetly, in stark contrast to his harsh thrust.
"How I wish you could see how nicely you're sucking me in like a good whore you are," his lips curved.
With admiration, his fingers trailed over your covered stomach. This is where his child will grow, and he can't wait for the day when the news will spread throughout the palace like a disease. But for the time being, his attention is solely on your spread legs, entirely for him.
His erratic breathing indicates that his high is approaching; he couldn't wait to fill you up, for you to receive his gift. He knows you'll love it. Everyone would die for this gift, but only you will be able to have it.
Jungkook's head has turned abruptly due to the startling banging noises coming from your door. The guards must have found him in every nook and cranny of the palace. He gripped your waist tightly, pinning you down as he pistoned his hips hurriedly, ignoring the blood that began to drip over the white silk.
"Fuck," he hissed, "I'll make sure they pay after this."
It wasn't his intention to ruthlessly pound in you, so if you felt any pain or anguish upon waking up, it was entirely their fault. This was supposed to be a gentle and lovely moment for the both of you. But does he have a choice? no. They are forcing him to marry someone, and he has promised himself that he will make love with you whilst he is out of wed lock. Thus whatever he's doing right now is just to purely fulfill his promises.
"Your Majesty, are you inside?"
A guard yelled from the outside. Jungkook didn't give it a second thought as he continued to fuck your bleeding cunt.  He moaned softly as a gush of warm liquid coated your velvety walls. He pressed his cock deep inside, making sure that you are receiving his seeds so you could grow a perfect heir.
A guard forcibly opened the door, and as he rushed inside, he was greeted by the sight of a woman sleeping peacefully. He hurriedly walked out as soon as he confirmed that the king was nowhere inside. or so he believed.
A piercing glare is hidden behind the ornamental panel. Jungkook watched the guard leave, making sure they'd left enough space for him to escape the room unnoticed.
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You were awakened by the sunset blossoms upon the horizon, the ceremony concluded before the sun even began to set. You didn't even realize you'd missed it until you noticed how dark it was in your surroundings. You fell asleep.
Your face was flushed with worry at the prospect of missing the most important event in the palace. Will the king punish you? or worse, throw you out of the palace. You know how much he trusted you and treated you like you weren't any kind of a servant. You didn't even notice the tears streaming down your cheeks for you to even realize the much greater pain that lies between your legs.
You were terrified for your life.
While you were about to rise up, a severe headache hit you and you were compelled to lie your back on the silks. What exactly is going on? You doubt yourself. You don't often experience illness out of the blue, missing the event was enough to cause tightening in your chest. Let alone be sick, you don't want the king to believe you're being lazy. he dislikes it and you're doomed.
You whimpered at the mere movement of your legs, and you felt a burning ache in your pussy. You cried out instantly after noticing the pain, you tried to lift your body but failed otherwise. Putting a hand over your abdoment—palm pressing down to perhaps minimize the discomfort.
You've never felt this type of pain before, and it hurts so much that you can't stop the sob that continuesly fall under your breath. It stings in a really uncomfortable way. You bent your legs for you to clutch onto your shin, squeezing tightly as you yelped, hoping the pain would go away on its own.
You wished the king was by your side because you know he's the only one who can help you. like what he does whenever you get those dreadful cramps. He'd let you straddle his lap, grinding you down until the delicious friction caused you to whimper, the evidence of the pain fading away.  But, this pain is far worse than the average cramps, and you don't think you'll be able to even touch your own cunt without needing to scream.
While you sob silently in the dimmed room, the king walked in distress thinking of what you might've been doing right now. Have you awakened from your slumber? Are you in pain? He had no idea, and it irritated him to no end.
"your majesty, it's time for you to visit her majesty Jiho's chamber. I'm sure she's been waiting for your arrival," uttered by a servant followed with a bow.
Jungkook almost wanted to flip the table where all of his ornaments were delicately set. Yet it's none of his concern, and it's you who he wanted to check on to see if you're alright; they're making it impossible for him to depart when half of the newly crowned queen's servants are waiting outside his chamber. It's only the first day, and she's already making him want to kill her.
"All right. let's go," he said briefly as he walked straight to the queen's chamber.
Upon entering, he scoffed at the details adorning every nook of the chamber; the design was undoubtedly decided by the queen, which was so unappealing in his opinion. He would never consider fucking anyone here. This room should have been yours, and it would have been even better.
"Your Majesty, you have arrived"
His eyes were coldly fixed on the queen, who sat on her bed, dressed in night clothes similar to his. She was all nice and smiling, not realizing she had been chosen without much thought. Jungkook couldn't even consider of her as a queen, because a king should only have his beloved as a queen, right? That is you, not her.
"pretty obvious," he said as he motioned the servants to leave the room. The king, on the other hand, did not fail to hear the quiet whispers of their gossips.
How loathsome.
Jiho lowered her head shyly as she heard the door firmly close. She was expecting the king to approach, but the silence was deafening as Jungkook stood there unwilling to go any further to the queen. Certainly she could feel the cold shoulder the king was giving her, Jungkook wasn't even trying to conceal. Which then embarrassed her; doesn't she look decent enough for their first night together?
Jungkook unexpectedly stepped over, and to her surprise, she was ruthlessly yanked up from her sitting position, only for him to push her in the middle of the bed.
"Get some rest. I'll deal with you some other day."
"But we have to spend the rest of the night after our wedding!" Jiho reasoned for him to stop leaving. She's not going to let this special night pass her by.
Jungkook did halted in his tracks. But his face was plastered with distaste as he turned back to once again be faced with the queen. She's not going to let him go, is she? He traced his eyes over her physique, thinking that if fucking her once would silence her, then he'd do it. However, nobody expected this little hesitation would turn into addiction. Well at least he had fun fucking other women while imagining you, rather than just using his hands to please himself. Isn't it perfectly legal for him to use his regal power anyway?
A month passed with the king's constant fucking with the queen and his growing harem. Even though they warm his bed, he still seeks for your warmth. Nothing had changed between you and the king; he still requested your company in order for you to help him unwind in some activities that he deemed too stressful.
You'd awoken to another day with a rush of sickness. feeling the need to puke despite the fact that all you ate yesterday was a piece of rice forced into your mouth by the king, given how little you've been eating in recent days. It upset you, you can't eat at all while feeling all wretched. Then you'd feel bloated and overwhelmed by a newfound weight. Even so, you have responsibilities to do. You walked out from your small room, dressed in your standard uniform as you went to begin the day with your usual task.
Like the other day, her majesty's chamber was filled with complaints about how her dishes were not what she expected, and how it was supposed to arrive a little sooner. Because of the constant morning sickness you were experiencing these days, you almost felt like you were to blame for everything. It is causing you to be late for your tasks, and the fact that your duties are mostly related to the royal kitchen, the various ingredients only addens up to your sensitivity to smell. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't notice the occasional arrival of the king until the royal guard made a point of announcing it.
"Your Majesty! What brings you here?" said her majesty with enthusiasm.
"Why? can't I visit my queen?" the king retorted ironically.
"What's up with all the noises coming from here? I can hear them from a long way away."  Jungkook's eyes had found you as readily like his eyes were designed to find its victim. You were oblivious to the king's searing gaze, with your head tilted in a bow, there you can catch a peek of his silky robe.
"These reckless servants provided the same dishes I had yesterday! And these days, I've been quite particular about the foods I eat."
with a followed gasp, "..could it be? im with a hei-"
"You thought so?" Jiho was cut off by the king right away; Jungkook wasn't having it. There's no way one of his toys could be pregnant right now. He took great precautions to ensure that they were drinking the herbal leaves that he claimed to be beneficial for conceiving a child. when it is, in fact, a contraception medication, to prevent them from getting pregnant.
"We've tried multiple times, and I'm confident it's there."
Jungkook lightly visibly rolled his eyes in annoyance. Afterward the small talks in between them ended with him fucking the queen right infront of the other servants including you, in order for her to shut her mouth. Despite the fact that he was fucking her, his gaze was drawn to your little figure, as if he wished to be with you, the one who’s under him. When you tilted your head slightly upward, almost meeting eyes with the king, his heart pounded violently.
He sat back with a faltering breath, instructing her majesty to ride him while he drank in the beauty of your delicate features. You were the source of the lust that ran through his veins. The overwhelming need was almost terribly terrible for him to conceal.
It was strange for you to hear such erotic noises inside the room; whatever was going on between them, it sure does had an effect on you. Not only does it feel uncomfortable, but the room was almost completely filled with sweat that you find very unpleasant to smell. A sudden sharp pain intensified in your stomach, an uncontrolled impulse of wanting to throw up. You tightly clutched the flimsy fabric of your clothes, almost feeling the need to pass out. Jungkook noticed how your knuckles whitened at how you're gripping the fabric so tightly. He observes you with wrinkled brow, watching how you slightly curled over, hugging your own waist, hoping to alleviate the discomfort. It wasn't your intention to generate a minor commotion when you accidentally made a sound akin to vomiting. Drawing everyone's attention. The king was concerned.
You had bowed several times to excuse yourself and rushed away to somewhere you could breathe freely in some fresh air. The atmosphere in her majesty's chamber is suffocating you. You’ve been attempting to conceal this little illness, from the king, or at the very least to minimize the visible signs you’ve been displaying. Knowing the king too well, you don’t want to cause him more problems. And now you just hoped he won’t come after you.
Jungkook shoved the queen aside so he could catch up with you, a worried expression on his face as he slipped his robe in a rush, hoping you hadn't run away that far. He wanted to know as to what was wrong with you, and he may have already had an idea.
You dashed to the nearest tree at the back of the garden, where you knew few people went. You can properly spend some time here to quiet your racing heart and chase your breath without being bothered by others.  You sighed with relief after taking a deep breath and no longer feeling the need to vomit, but the ache in your abdomen remained. You hunched over the tree, gently leaned your forehead, and began to wonder what type of sickness was infiltrating your body.  Perhaps you've been carrying a terrible sickness and weren't even aware of it. Or maybe  you have recently consumed a poison that is slowly killing you. You don't know.
You were oblivious to the silent steps from behind until you were startled by a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn around to be greeted with a worried countenance you kindly recognize.
"lady, are you ok? you don't look fine," says Gihyun, the young assistant chef you've gotten accustomed to seeing in the royal kitchen. You noticed the baskets of edible flowers in his arms, which he undoubtedly came here for.  He's one of the friends you met here within the palace besides the king, and even though he's busy learning the cook book, he still helped you with things you struggled with, like arranging the pots and bowls into the tray. You were at least grateful to have someone with you when the king wasn't present, so you didn't feel alone all the time. The king, in particular, has his harem that he needs to pay more attention to, right now.
The king never considered you having another accompany around the palace, not until he witnessed with his own two eyes how Gihyun was touching you in places he owns. Were you hiding this interaction from him? And for how long?  His thoughts, caused rage, flowing through his body like a burning hot flames. He never felt betrayed in his entire life. His fingers curling into a tight fists. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Why are you acting so lovingly and smiling up at that man as if you were his lover?
He noticed how your eyes fluttered in response to every word the man said, lidded eyes peering through the man's gaze. Jungkook would mumble under his breath how "those eyes should only meet mine." He couldn't interpret what the guy was saying and chose not to decipher it either. Jungkook felt the detestation in his veins, the shared giggles between you and the other guy, resents him.
How could you whore yourself around when it's the law that every lady in this palace belongs solely to the king? It's completely unacceptable for a woman to look another male in the eyes, let alone interact with them. Basically, you're his, whether you're breaking the law or not.  The concern he felt for you has faded, replaced by rage that has nearly fully consumed him.  There's a good chance you've been carrying his child by now, yet here you are whoring yourself around like a low prostitute. He should have taken you to fuck at his throne for everyone to see you're his.
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You happily munched over the delicious food prepared by Gihyun, he kindly offered to make you whatever you desired to eat after you explained in actions how the sickness was holding you back from eating. Afraid that it will only turn into a waste. You didn't realize that you were indeed hungry and were just simply craving something specific to eat. Blinded by the thought of not having an appetite, that anything you'll eat will ended up upsetting your stomach.
You were hesitant at first because not every court lady had the opportunity to devour such highly gratifying ingredients. But he offered to pay it no mind, saying that he can handle it as long as you're satiated. Truthfully, you would have been punished by now if it weren't for this young man with a good heart.
Out of curiosity, he'd inquire, "why do you think you're feeling this sickness?" Then he'd want to smack himself for forgetting you can't talk. Nonetheless, you shrugged your shoulders, indicating that you, too, had no idea; all you suspected was that the drink the other court lady had given you had caused your sickness. You wouldn't be able to tell, of course.
The blistering heat of the afternoon sun burnt on your skin, but you still had a few steps to take to get to the king’s chamber where the king had requested your presence.
Upon arriving, you were welcomed with a silent atmosphere that was almost uncomfortably quiet for you to continue your steps. Despite the fact that it was hot outdoors, here inside, you were trembling for no apparent reason. An uneasy feels settled at the pit of your stomach. You look around to find the king sat in the middle of his bed, dark hair done into a neat bun, ears and fingers adorned with shiny jewelries only royals could afford. Legs spread as his gaze shoot deadly daggers through your form.
Not knowing what to do, you stood awkwardly, both hands wrapped around the fabric of your cloth, fumbling while you waited for the king to speak. Jungkook holds your gaze for a moment. From afar he can sense your apprehension,  although you may have no idea for what reason.  You can clearly hear his footsteps approaching your body until he is behind you, towering over your small frame like a tree where you used to hide from everyone when you were a kid.
Jungkook could smell the extra sweet scent on your body, which was definitely evidence of your brief visit to the garden. He could feel your body tensing against him, snaking his tall fingers around your waist tapping ever so gently. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, where he could smell the fragrance as an unfathomable rose, expanding leaf on leaf across the palace garden. Then he'd whisper, "Why are you nervous, my love?"
You weren't exactly sure why, but you must've felt it to brace yourself since you were anticipating the king to lash out at you. You couldn't blame him for being enraged; during the next few days, he must've realized how poorly you were performing your duties. At least, that's what you assumed.
His fingers fluttering gently to approach your breast, you'd whimper at the lightest touch of his finger against your nipple due to your breast's heightened sensitivity. It didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook to which he purposely pinched the bud with curled lips, pleased by how you responded with a light moan. There's no doubt you've been experiencing early pregnancy symptoms. The confirmation comes from touching a couple of fingers on your wrist to feel the slippery heartbeat that speeds alongside your own—you're with a child.
"Are you feeling well, my love?" he asked as he slowly unties the knot of your robe. You nodded in response to his question, unsure what he was going to do. But you just allowed him because it wasn't something new between you and him. His hand pushes the material that covers your breast, higher, allowing him to feel the warmth of your soft flesh. You concluded that the king was stressed the instant his palm came into contact with your sensitive nipples.
This only occurred when he was trying to relieve his tensions by playing with your breast. You recall, when he told you about how one of the ministers disagreed to his opinions, the king was so furious that his hands were itching to grip a sword. But, because he's a great king, he'll find a less violent way to express his frustrations; he's told you it helps him a lot, since then you let him squeeze your breast anytime you sense he's not in the good mood. You'd always feel happy to help the king in whatever way you could.
You wrap your delicate fingers around his wrist, gently pushing it away from your breast but enough to keep his hand in touch with your warmth. It's simply that you couldn't take the sensitivity you were feeling if his fingers were a little too playful for your liking; it felt amazing but was painfully unbearable at the same time. Of course, Jungkook would notice how you pushed his hand away from him; it was an offensive gesture to him. Putting his palm back to completely cover your mound. This time he warned.
"Don't dare to move my hands." you tilted your head to the side to see him glaring straight through your eyes.
You nodded in a little hesitant, not knowing whether you could withstand the stimulation. There was a small pout adorning your lips which Jungkook did not fail to notice. He's well aware how he's causing sensitivity pain, but how can he stop when your tiny whimpers have already triggered a building desire inside his pants?
He could sense your legs trembling as if you were about to fall, so he urged in hushed tones whisper for you to walk until you both reached the middle edge of the bed. The king was the first to sit, then patting his lap an invitation for you to sit. "Come sit, your legs must have gotten tired"
The king was right; the aching in your calves is unmistakable tiring. When all you did for the first half of the day was run and stroll endlessly, adding the feelings the king was making you weak. Jungkook instructed you to remove all of your lower garments, leaving your disheveled robe on display. Then you straddled him, shivering at the cool feel of air on your legs and your exposed pussy, which was shortly warmed at the contact of the king's robe.
"hmm, I could feel your pussy soaking my robe. tell me, what aroused you my love?" he said daringly in a deep voice as he teasingly peered at your heated face. There was nothing to be ashamed about, but the king addressing the fact that you had stained his robe was embarrassing for you. However, you stared at him puzzled when you didn't comprehend what he meant. Jungkook lifted an eyebrow, then he chuckled as he traced your braided hair while lovingly speaking.
"Was it for the guy who was talking to you earlier? I saw you with him, and i hate to tell you this, but he's not as wonderful as you believe he is."
He untied the ribbon that held your hair together, allowing it to fall freely while he smoothed his fingers over the slightly curled hair left by the braid. He stares back into your eyes, noting how the perplexity in your expression has doubled. Why would he question if Gihyun had aroused you?
He exhaled a sigh. "Did you not hear? I was almost killed because that guy put a poison on my meal. If it hadn't been for the taster, I wouldn't have known." He put on a distressed expression, as if he wasn't telling you lies.
"I could've been killed and you would've lost me, you wouldn't have someone to protect and take care of you, and you know what's worse? that guy might actually hate you." the tears uncontrollably ran down your cheeks as you listened to every word the king was saying, Jungkook would then coo at how he was sorry for telling you the truth but for you, you wouldn't be able to blame the king for merely exposing the friend you trusted.  It was infuriating to think that someone like him would attempt to assassinate the king; it was wrong and cruel! Why would they take someone's soul as beautiful as the king?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, you buried your tearful face on his shoulder, sobbing at how sorry you felt for befriending a wicked guy. Jungkook tenderly caresses your back to make you feel better while whispering how it was fine with him that he'd forgiven you despite the fact that you were not really at fault. Jungkook could feel your legs locking against his thighs as you tightened unconsciously in response to how tense you are. He gently pushes your head away to face him, cupping both of your cheeks while he holds your messy face full of stains and new dropped tears.
"Do you still feel bad?"
You abruptly nodded your head, and he grinned as he shush you to stop crying, promising you that he'll make you feel better in exchange for acknowledging your mistake. He leaned in to peck your quivering lips before moving his mouth down to your exposed clavicle, leaving light markings that he'll later make prominent as the shade of purple red rose crushed into dyes of the royal fabric. Completely unwrapping the cloth that protects your breast he then gently let it fall somewhere to the cold floor.
There, he could see the view of your chest perfectly. He softly strokes your nipples with both thumbs, seemingly enjoying the pained expressions you were making. It was uncommon for him to see you react so visibly to his touches, given that most of the time he was behind your back, touching you in your sleep, or the times you'd just stare at him as if you had a thousand questions in your head. Even though the stimulation pains you, it's clearly turning you on. The amount of times you unintentionally rolled your hips was sufficient evidence for him. He released your breast.
"While I lift you for a bit, you will help me untie my robe ok?"
He hoisted you by your waist till you were up on your knees, untying the knot of his robe was an easy task for you because the king wasn't wearing the belt, yet he praised you for working hard, which you appreciated.
While working on his inner cloth, The king's grasp on your other waist loosened as he untied his own pants. You triumphantly smile after you totally undid the knots of his clothes, revealing the tiniest inch of skin on his front torso. You weren't used to seeing his majesty's body, which made you heavily blush in embarrassment. The king has an incredibly fit physique, you could easily tell by his stance whenever he wears his hunting robe, which suits him handsomely.
Your eyes filled with astonishment once you had gotten to see the cock of his majesty, his own hands wrapped around a bit tightly. Jungkook watches the way you stared in delight, knowing that it was the first time you've seen it, but how ironic that it's the same cock that traverses the inside of your mouth when you're asleep, leaving you with the taste of his cum around your tongue in the morning.  
His eyes wandered over your stomach, his mind once more occupied by the thoughts of his child growing inside of you. He drew you in closer so he could gently brush the tip of his cock across your abdomen, leaving a mess of his own leaks on your flesh. He sighed, he couldn't wait to enter you once again.
He planned to announce your pregnancy after this, thinking that this would be the ideal time to completely bind you to him. He made sure that you would make the loudest noises possible while he fuck you to the fullest.
It would help to mask the cries, knowing-well, he assigned all of his trusty guards to gather his harem, whom he no longer desired to play with—outside the throne hall. Where all of their heads would be sliced off with the help of your dear friend Gihyun, of course. He wanted to be chief so badly? then it's just right that the king gave him the opportunity to chop off some heads for the last time. Jungkook left him alive on purpose, because the best slices are always reserved for the king, right?
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a/n: thank you for reading! i hope u guys like it🥺i love royalty themes sm, i guess i would frequently write the same genre over and over again.
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bangtangalicious · a month 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/’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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worldwidemochiguy · a month 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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kaiseuphoria · 3 months ago
cardio | j.jk
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rating: smut with slight angst 🍒
pairing: personal trainer!yandere!jungkook x married!rich!f!reader
word count: 13,906 words aka grab the popcorn, this is long
summary: an encounter with your new personal trainer suddenly makes you forget about the silver band on your ring finger and your failing marriage.
warning: taboo relationships (single!jungkook and married!reader), toxic relationships, mentions of insecurities, murder, coercion, manipulation, affairs/cheating, infidelity, predatory behavior, harassment in the workplace, gore, age difference (the reader’s husband is thirty years older than her), mention of alcohol addiction, jungkook is the other man, shower sex, oral/fingering (receiving), unprotected sex (always use condoms y’all)
thanks for 200+ <3 
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A loud grunt escaped from his mouth as his body shuddered over you. Warm seed splayed across your stomach and lower abdomen before trickling down to your sides. His arms became too weak to support himself and slowly, he collapsed on the bed, only a few inches away from you. He shifted his back until he faced away, causing more separation between the two of you. A deep snore soon echoed throughout the large bedroom as you laid there motionless; another night of passionless love. His sweat had coated a few parts of your body and you couldn’t help but feel unworthy, as if you had done something wrong. The ceiling light no longer hurt your eyes when you stared, it was the same view you had for many nights. Your body had been exposed and traversed by a man who did not deserve it, but you endured each day for as long as you could. 
You rose off of the lush canopy bed and sat at the end. A box of wet wipes and your silk robe rested on top of your nearby dresser. Those were the only possessions you had in his room since there was no need for anything else. The only encounter you both shared had eroded to nothing romantic. You wiped off his white stains from your skin, shivering at the thought of his cum being on your body, before reaching for the robe and tightly wrapping it around your frame. Finally, you stood up and began to exit his bedroom. You glanced quickly at your husband before making your way to the door.
‘Disgusted’ was not the right word to describe how you felt about him. Somehow, it was stronger than that. You hurriedly enter into your own bedroom, welcomed by the fresh and familiar scent of your secluded space. Everything neatly placed to your liking instead of the pigsty you had previously been in; you would be a fool to let him enter your room and violate your belongings. Stripping out of the robe, you exchanged it for a flimsy nightgown that you wore when you were alone. You wanted to forget tonight and each moment his wrinkled hands caressed your body, but you could still feel the tingles on your skin. 
After a long day of the same routine, your body eased into your own bed. The pains of today washed away the moment you came in contact with the soft cushioning. You pulled the duvet to cover your entire body as the back of your head rested against a pillow. Sleep called you closer, but for some reason, the memories of the past year had flooded back. What an idiot you were to believe every single lie that slipped out of his mouth? The warnings had been present to you, and yet the dollar signs that floated around his name enticed you. 
Freshly graduated from university, luck had definitely been on your side when you were offered a job at a small yet successful, investment company in Seoul. Anyone in your position would accept the offer, surely it wasn’t a mistake. The pay was above average, the working conditions were humane, and it was quite easy to maneuver around the city. There were no red flags in the beginning, until the day you caught his attention: your boss and future husband, Kim Byung-Joo.
In the beginning, your interactions were certainly abnormal for a boss and employee relationship but you endured them. Soft compliments and light touches were his fortes. At your first company meeting, you can distinctly remember his lingering eyes on your body during your presentation and how he would always stick close to you wherever you were. After the meeting, he pulled you aside as your colleagues quickly exited the room.
“(Y/N), your presentation was a masterpiece.” He said while bringing his hand to your lower back causing you to tense under his touch. 
“Thank you, Mr. Kim. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You reached behind and held unto his hand to pull it away from your body. A fake smile plastered across your face, a facade to how unhappy you truly felt. He seemed as if he wanted to continue the conversation, which were not your intentions. “I have somewhere to be tonight, hopefully we see each other tomorrow.” Before he could respond, you were already out the door, holding onto the small ounce of dignity you still had left.
There were more incidents that followed, too many for you to count, but each one held a distinct memory in your head. From the time you felt his icy stare on your exposed skin to when his fingertips lightly touched your thigh only for him to excuse it as an accident; they had all been ingrained in your thoughts. A series of back-handed compliments and strange comments about your appearance: “I’m shocked that your work actually came out good…” “That dress does your body a disservice, maybe try a shorter one next time…” Each time it happened, you swallowed your hatred and went home.
In hindsight, you should’ve reported him or at least be more upfront about your feelings towards him but that would be a treacherous task alone. Who would you report to? He was the head of the company and he definitely wouldn’t quit or take accountability. Going to the police would have been the most logical option but would you even press charges? You couldn’t afford a proper lawyer and there was no doubt that you would end up screwed over in the end.
The paycheck that satisfied your bank account was enough motivation anyways, or so you thought. You tried searching for other jobs, which was virtually impossible; no one wanted to hire a college graduate with little experience and pay her as much as you made working for him. The only option left was to save enough money until you could manage on your own for a bit before finding another job. Of course, doing so took more time and patience than you had.
Everyone in the company knew, from the janitors to the other executives working under him. Yet, no one was brave enough to address it. As if it was some unspoken secret, it gave you the suspicion that you surely weren’t his first victim. You hadn’t seen him act this way with any other employee, you were the only one. It was possible that you simply had not seen his actions with your own eyes, but the way he would ignore other women for you was surprising.
Byung-Joo was even dismissive of the women that threw themselves at him, if he could give you attention then surely he would give them the time of day. You wished for that to happen, but it never did. Whenever any other employee managed to be in the same room as you, they would scoff, roll their eyes, and walk away. Maybe it was jealousy? It was hard to find it believable that a group of young women would want to throw themselves at a man that was old enough to be their father. It wasn’t like there was much to be jealous about anyways, you would’ve gladly exchanged positions with anyone who wanted him.
It didn’t take long for things to escalate, which always happen in situations like this. Light grazes against your skin became rough fondles on your flesh. Whether other employees were in the room or not, he simply didn’t care. His arms would wrap around your body, like a serpent choking it’s prey, forcing you to be still in his arms. The mischievous smirk on his face only sickened you, almost as if he knew how compromised you were. He was well aware of how much you needed your job, and instead of treating you kindly or even ignoring you, he decided to play the cards in his favor. 
As the hours passed and the workday came to an end, you suddenly called by his secretary, a neatly dressed and shy woman. When you enter the room, the door is immediately shut as Byung-Joo ushers you to the seat in front of his desk. A few grey hairs stick out of his dyed hair and your reminded of all the actions that a man over thirty years older than you has done. He pauses in is chair before he begins to speak.
“I know this is a bit sudden but thank you for coming to my office, (Y/N).” His hands anxiously twitch together as if he has something on his mind but doesn’t quite know how to express it.
“That’s fine, but... is there a reason why I’m here?” You ask him shyly, an uneasy feeling erupted as if you had already known the answer. 
“I wanted to propose a sort of... promotion.” He cleared his throat as he waited for you to respond to his statement.
“Oh, what do you mean by propose?”
“I think the proper term would be a ‘transaction’ or an exchange… You see, it isn’t quite work-place friendly… you might find it a little inappropriate.” Byung-Joo shifts uncomfortably in his seat and as he finishes his sentence, you can tell that he’s planning something. “I’ve noticed something about you, (Y/N). You’ve had the opportunity to reject my advances multiple times, so why haven’t you?” He peered at you as you stared back at him visibly confused. You weren’t confused at his advances but mostly because you didn’t know how to answer.
“I- I don’t really know how to answer that question... actually, I think it’s time for me to leave, I have plans and-” Before you can excuse yourself from this uncomfortable encounter, he raises his hand and motions you to sit back down.
“I know you need this job, (Y/N)... so, I’ll offer you some extra tasks in exchange for... your company.”
“My company?” You subconsciously sit back down in the chair across his desk, curious about his idea. 
“Company as in meeting with each other outside of work. If you agree to meet with me, I’ll give you a promotion. A better salary, that is what you want, right?” He peered up at you intensely as he waited for your response. Thoughts clouded your mind and you processed his words. You weren’t sure about the ‘meet-ups’ he was insinuating since the only things that interested your mind was ‘promotion’ and ‘salary’.
“Of course, but... what do you want me to do?” You asked knowing fully that every possible benefit in life came with a downside.
“My wife and I haven’t been on the best terms lately.” The fact that he had a spouse, someone who he promised to take care of and wrote vows to, yet still engaged in this type of behavior with you was quite disturbing. “We haven’t been... intimate, in a long time. You, something about you is just intriguing... far different than her.” The way he spoke sounded as if he was confessing to someone he had a long crush on. “Just give me what she could never provide, that’s all. You’ll even get the same pay as one of my executives without any of the work, what do you say?”
“Alright.” Surely you hadn’t made any mistake? Agreeing to sleep with your married boss and ignoring his wife’s emotions, if only you would know the karma that would come your direction from that error.
The affair began rather smoothly, unlike what you had anticipated. His wife was nearly never home yet his house was always precisely decorated with a cozy feeling. Hours passed quickly when you were with him, something you were sincerely happy about. Every once in a while, he would always bitterly complain about her over simple things. Her cooking, her personality, and even the way that she dressed were some of the many critiques he had of her. One thing he made sure to mention was how much better you were than she was. It always surprised you how he was comfortable degrading her yet chose to marry her. Her pictures lined throughout the whole home, she looked as if she was not far from your age. Somehow, you weren’t surprised by this seeing as how you agreed to sleep with a man that was over thirty years older than you.
Dates were frequent and almost always ended in a night of love-making. Always in the same bed that his wife slept in as well, her perfumes scented her pillow and reminded you of each night you two shared. The only words that came out of his mouth were nothing but pure praises about how much better you were than her. He must’ve thought that you had actually enjoyed each time you two had sex, truthfully, you should be awarded for your acting. He was, without a doubt, the worst lover you had ever had in all the years you lived on this planet.
He was quite unattractive and the complete opposite of your type, yet each time you would bring a smile to your face and push through the night for the sake of your wallet. For some reason, Byung-Joo had always bought you gifts ranging from designer clothing and accessories to a new luxury car that glistened in your driveway. This had simply been the lifestyle you deserved, even though your body and mentality suffered in the process. It was quite clear to the two of you that the only reason you stuck around for so long was nothing but materialistic. 
Everyone in his vicinity knew about the deeds that you both committed, it was easy to tell by the stares of his neighbors whenever you were near his home. After another night, you stared up at his ceiling fan until the overhead light started to hurt your eyes. He laid silent for a few minutes as you thought to yourself, finally he spoke up.
“We’re getting a divorce.” He says bluntly and you remember not seeing a single piece of her belongings within the house when you arrived. 
“Oh... why?” You replied, not that you really cared but more so because you were curious.
“We never got along. I kicked her out of the house a few days ago, so you don’t need to worry about her anymore.” He paused again before resuming his sentence. “Why don’t we marry instead?” Maybe it was your hazy mind that stopped you from thinking clearly or you were simply not intelligent enough to express how you truly felt. 
And so, with a simple nod you had sealed your fate and the consequences that would arise sooner than you had hoped. It wouldn’t be horrible, right? If his interest in you never faded, surely you had nothing to fear. Things would be the same, the only difference was that he was now your husband. How naive you were to give your life up to a man that only cared about your body. To this day, you had no idea why he asked for your hand in marriage - maybe lonliness can drive a person to that extent.
His divorce went as swimmingly as he had hoped. The only problem was separating his ties to his reluctant ex-wife. She wouldn’t budge, too afraid that she would lose everything she worked so hard to keep. You felt pity for her even as her eyes pierced daggers into your body whenever she saw you, which was now often. She knew about the entire affair and threatened to release everything to the public in hopes that Byung-Joo’s company would collapse from such a scandal. Those threats never lasted long, his lawyers said they would sue for defamation and instead she would be the one whose life had been ruined. Eventually, she gave up her fight and you hadn’t heard anything about her since that time. The only things that you heard from other neighbors had been that she lost almost all of her assets and was near bankruptcy after the divorce finalized.
Everything had been rushed to the point where there were no other guests at the wedding, excluding a few of his friends. Your parents and other close relatives refused to come, it would be rather embarrassing for them to watch you sign away your life like this. The only person you knew that attended was your best friend, Mina, who had always been there to support you no matter what happened. People have tried to convince you, even Mina, but as stubborn as you were, you refused to listen. Even as the insults came to you, you still managed to remain firm in your decision.
In the beginning, it was rather peaceful, or so you had thought. Everything had been the same, except his former wife’s belongings had been replaced by your own. Yet, it hadn’t been long before you started to notice a few cracks in your marriage. Byung-Joo would arrive home later than normal with his clothes smelling like rosy perfume with lipstick stains on his collar. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly what was happening since you had once been the perpetrator of infidelity as well. Maybe there was a part of you that didn’t want to believe it, for some reason you were devastated. You knew for sure that you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him, all you wanted was the lifestyle that he gave you. It was undeniable that your pride had diminished along with the respect that you had for him. Any person in your position would feel as helpless and unworthy as you did.
As the nights grew longer, his time away from you grew as well. He would return home with the sweet but nauseating scent of alcohol in his breath, stumbling into the house before collapsing on his bed. You didn’t sleep in the same bed as him anymore, it would be too much of a pain, instead you retreated to a nearby guest room every night since. The company had gone to a complete standstill and because of that, he decided to drink all his problems away. Many of your coworkers had been laid off, you were quite lucky to be saved from the chaos that ensued until he revealed that he couldn’t even afford to keep paying you.
The little funds that he managed to secure did not go towards you or even his failing company; he fueled his alcohol addiction, gambled away most of his fortunes, and spent the rest on desperate prostitutes. You were quite surprised that he hadn’t gone bankrupt but you knew that it was near. It hadn’t been long before you were erased down to nothing but a lonely housewife in a loveless marriage.
Eventually, your sex had come to a pause too, not that you minded. Once in a while would he usher you to his bedroom to do as he pleased. He found someone else, a person that was better than you, and decided to invest his money into them instead of you. This was your karma indeed, for sleeping with a married man, only to have to same exact things happen to you. You wished that you could’ve rejected his advances but it was all too late, or was it? You didn’t know, you were too distracted by the shadow of his previous wife taunting you everyday.
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Watching your life deteriorate before your eyes was quite painful. All the luxuries you obtained had vanished along with your happiness. Greed, you tried to take more than you could handle and lost everything in the process. It was all too good to be true anyways; Life isn’t a fairy tale and you should’ve used your senses before making idiotic decisions.
Alas, time was ticking. He was going to replace you sooner or later and you needed to find a way out on your own before you ended up like his previous wife, only God knows how bad you want to avoid that. Although he was going broke, he still had the resources to keep himself financially afloat. Everything had been in his name, you would lose every penny. The unfortunate part of that would be having to crawl back to the same people that disowned you after hearing about the marriage.
You needed to get out of the house, get some fresh air and keep yourself mentally sane, so you arranged for a meet up with Mina. You were a few minutes late when you pulled up to a local café and saw her sitting on a nearby table outside. Gingerly, you approached her as her face lit up once she saw you. She stood up from her chair and pulled your body in an embrace.
“I feel like I haven’t seen in such a long time! How have you been?” Mina said once she released you from her hold.
“Honestly, I could be better.” You sat in the seat directly across from her before continuing. “I just need to talk to someone, you’re the only person I have.”
“Tell me what’s wrong, you’re not acting like yourself…”
“First, Byung-Joo is cheating on me. Normally, I wouldn’t care but… somehow, it’s hurting my self-esteem? I’m just confused.” You slumped over in your chair and lowered your head to the ground.
“You don’t care that your husband is cheating on you?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion. “That’s a little odd.”
“Mina, you’ve seen him before. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about him.”
“Then why marry him if you never had feelings?” It was a difficult question to answer, but you needed to admit to yourself how you truly felt.
“I was stupid... Oh god, I’m screwed aren’t I? Mina, he stopped paying me after his company went bust… I literally have nothing for myself.” You buried your face into your palms, on the verge of tears.
“You caused that problem for yourself, you should’ve quit while you had the chance.” Unfortunately, the truth hurts to hear but there was no lie in her words.
“Don’t you think I tell that to myself everyday? I hope I don’t end up like his last wife… I heard that she’s homeless. Could you imagine me living like that?”
“No… I honestly can’t. It’s hard to envision you living any less than you do now.”
“Exactly, you might as well start getting ready for when I move in with you…” Although it was a half-hearted joke, it was the reality that you were starting to prepare yourself for. Mina paused for a few seconds, finally she let out a small gasp and started talking again.
“(Y/N), I have a friend… I think he can help you with your problem.” She said as you eagerly perked up.
“How can he help?”
“Well, he’s really good at... comforting women.” She cleared her throat as a light blush tinted her cheeks. When she noticed how confused you seemed, she continued her sentence. “Especially the married ones, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re really implying that I should cheat?” The light bulbs in your head finally started flickering and you understood what she meant.
“No... unless you want to. He’s about your age, looks better. He’s also a personal trainer.”
“I’m not sure if that will fix any of my problems. That’ll only make things complicated.”
“I’m sure Byung-Joo never hesitated when he was around other women. Have a little fun, loosen up. I really hate seeing you so stressed.”
“Even if I did bring your little friend over, it would look weird having another man in the house…”
“Tell him he’s your personal trainer, something believable? He probably won’t even care.”
“I’m not sure… I don’t know how this will help.” Truly, you had no idea how an affair could fix any of the problems within your marriage but regardless you were still curious.
“Just give him a chance, his name is Jungkook. He’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you guys will get along fine.” And so, you replied with the very same word that sealed your fate each time.
“Alright… I won’t be sleeping with him though.” Her face lit up after she heard your approval, it was hard to believe how genuinely excited she was.
“You won’t regret anything, (Y/N)! I’ll call him and schedule something for you two, I swear you’ll be grateful for my help in the next few days.”
You were certain that you would have some regrets over this decision, like the many other bad choices you’ve made in the past year. Some relief washed over your spirit when her fingers dialed the mysterious number, almost as if you were eager.
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Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you waited for Jungkook to arrive at your home. A few days after scheduling an appointment with him, Mina mentioned that he would finally visit today and for some reason you were quite nervous. As usual, you were alone in the house. Your husband had left early for work but you were sure he was off doing other useless things. You glanced down at your outfit; a white cotton shirt with black sweatpants and sneakers.
Modesty was exactly what you were going for, despite Mina’s persuasion. Maybe you should’ve taken that offer, but entertaining another man was not on your agenda for the time being. She could be right, you had been feeling an itch for some sort of fulfillment lately. At this point, all you wanted was company, of any sort, and a hobby to keep your mind off of your situation.
A sudden ring on your doorbell broke you from your thoughts. You hurriedly walked towards the door, adjusting your clothes in the process and inhaling sharply as you unlocked it. A gust of wind escaped through the door and you were greeted by a rather tall and well-built man peering back at you. His hair had been tied in a bun and he wore a black hoodie with sweatpants, a large duffel bag hung over his shoulder. The piercing on one of his eyebrows definitely caught you off-guard; he was certainly not what you had expected.
“You’re (Y/N), right?” Jungkook asked after greeting you at the door. You stared at him, a little dazed, before responding back.
“Yes… yes, I am. Please come inside, it’s pretty chilly.” You move out of the way for him to step in before locking the door behind you. He takes a few glances around the small entrance area, in awe of the luxurious home that he’s inside.
“Mina told me some things about you, it’s nice to finally get to meet you.” He outstretches his hand and sheepishly bows his head. You grasp onto it, your body tingles in response.
“Likewise. I wish we would’ve spoke on the phone earlier, so that this didn’t feel awkward…” Your cheeks heated up as you spoke. It was embarrassingly hard to maintain eye contact with him.
“No worries, it’s fine.” For a few long seconds silence filled the whole home until you finally decided to speak.
“Well, let me show you the fitness room…” You head a few doors down a long hallway and opened a door. Inside was a few exercise machines, mats, dumbbells, and other things you thought would be necessary. “Sorry, I didn’t have enough time to prepare. I hope these will work.”
“I can work with these, it’s more than enough.” He sets his bag on the ground and faces you. “Are you ready to start?”
“Sure, I mean I don’t really do this often so you’ll have to guide me.”
“That’s alright.” He chuckled again once more before continuing. “My favorite type of exercise is cardio, the ones that are good for the heart. We can start with those and see where we go from there.” You nod along to his words, although you weren’t quite sure what he meant. “Let’s start with some basic stretches, they’ll help loosen up your muscles. Raise your right arm and lean your body to the left.”
You do as he says, lifting your arm and stretching your body across to the left side. Your eyes close once you feel your muscles pull but a light graze against your rib cage startles you. When you open your eyes, you see that he’s moved from in front of you to behind with his finger tips resting on your clothed skin.
“Just like this, but lean a little more.” His palms press against your side and adjust your positioning. He holds you in place for a few seconds before releasing his grasp and helping you repeat on the other side. “I can tell that you definitely don’t do this often.” He jokingly says as a way to break the tension within the air.
“Really? I thought you couldn’t tell...” You replied sarcastically and returned to your original position.
“Let’s try side lunges next. Bring the front half of your body down, like this...” His hands return to your waist and lower back, this time his grip is stronger as he motions you down. “Spread your legs apart and bend your left knee.” You comply while one of his hands trail to your inner thigh and lightly pull your legs apart. He’s quite tall, his figure casting a shadow over yours. His breath softly tickled the hairs on your exposed neck and caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “Am I making you nervous?”
“N- No, I’m fine… what makes you think that?” You snapped your head backwards to look at him, only then did you realize how close he was to your body. His chest was only a couple inches away from your back, so close that with every breath he took, you could feel the fabric of his hoodie rub against your skin. Jungkook’s lips curled into that same mesmerizing smile that pulled your soul closer to his, from this moment onward you were bewitched under his enticing spell.
“I don’t think you’ve paid attention to anything that I’m saying… you’re also trembling.” He pointed down at your shaky hands and you couldn’t help but let out a shy laugh.
“I guess I’ve been too focused on stretching…”
“I guess so too…” He backed away from your body and you could finally relax your muscles. “I’ll go over some cardio workouts we can try out together. We can start out at the basics and then move on after a few more days.”
Jungkook starts to name some exercises that you have never heard of, it’s easy to tell how engaged he is when talking about these types of things. Unfortunately for him, you were the opposite. In fact, if it wasn’t for the new abundance of male attention that you were receiving, you would’ve definitely asked Mina to cancel all of his future sessions. It was hard to explain, you weren’t interested in the activities but more so, him. You knew for sure that he was not an idiot, he also knew that you truly had no passion for anything that he was teaching you. Just like all the other women he would have as his “clients”, their only motivation to continue was because of him.
The light touches on your body were welcomed, as if he wanted to handle you with care. His fingers weren’t serpents lusting after your flesh, there was no sexual intent behind his actions. It was a change, which is why you never complained when his body came in contact with yours. This was your ‘comfort’ and proof that such a thing could exist after months of being used for someone else’s enjoyment. Slowly and gradually as the hours passed, you became more open. Only to an extent, but your new found interaction had awakened something inside of you that was lost for so long.
He was always patient with you and never felt any anger at each mistake you made. If anything was wrong, he was there to help. Whether he had to take care of other things or not, his attention always remained on you. At first, it was hard to believe — who could blame you for having doubts? — but it was quite easy to see how much care he had for you, even if you were merely a client. The self-esteem within your spirit that had been eroded by mistreatment and infidelity had begun to fill itself again and reminded you that you were still desirable and wanted by other people.
Finally, the two hours that you scheduled to have with him were up. You were barely covered in any sweat, mostly because you hadn’t tried as hard as you should’ve. Regardless, he seemed appreciative of your efforts and the change in your demeanor over such a short amount of time. He retrieved his things and headed for the front door, your feet hurriedly trailed behind him as he began to unlock it, for some reason he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you.
“It was nice working with you… don’t be afraid to text me if you need anything, my phone is always open.” He bowed shyly to you once more after he spoke, his fingers clutched to the doorknob as if he never wanted to leave. 
“Y- Yea, I definitely will…” Your hands went behind your back and clasped tightly together while you anxiously swayed your body.
“Hopefully, we get closer over time. I’m interested in getting to know you, (Y/N)… I’ll be heading out now.” He closed the front door behind him as he exited, you checked the lock on the door and peeked outside to see him walking towards his car.
As soon as his car left from outside your home, a thumping beat in your chest wouldn’t flee. It was hard to admit, but you wanted him to stay longer with you and give you the attention that you deserved. You wanted his presence around to break you from the dull life that you were plagued with. Whether or not he was your savior, you weren’t sure, but you were almost certain that he was an escape and an experience that you wanted more of. It was a common story line; a lonely housewife being enticed by another, more youthful man. It was hard for you to understand how weak your heart was, it only took one encounter for you to miss him.
The only way to solve your separation was to invite him over more, a quick solution – or so you thought. And that was exactly what you did, words couldn’t describe how happy Mina was when she heard the news. The sort of joy that left you feeling uneasy, but you pushed those emotions down as much as you could. She is your friend, one of your only friends, there was no way that she would betray you. It was hard to even picture such a scenario happening, her loyalty had cast away any doubts. You always had her pass on messages to him, she preferred things this way and you were too shy to do so. Nonetheless, you were grateful to give him a chance, even though you were still weary. Mina always said that it was nothing to worry about but you couldn’t help being careful around people because of your history, common sense had convinced you that it was something more. It was far too late to listen to it now…
It turned from once-a-week sessions to nearly every weekday. Two hours after Byung-Joo left the home, he was always on time. Showing up at your door and ready to give you the companionship that you desperately wanted. There was never a moment when he denied you of your feelings even if it was completely unprofessional at times. When you were too upset to workout because of your marital problems, he pulled you aside, brewed you warm tea, and offered helpful advice. When your husband spent a holiday away from you to have fun with other women, he showed up to your home with a bouquet of roses and a heartfelt poem about how much of a wonderful person you were. If only the two of you met before any of this happened, how happy you would’ve been to know someone like this. There wasn’t much that you could do for the time being, the withered silver band on your ring finger held you back from doing anything you would regret later.
It was quite cute to watch how nervous he would become whenever you expressed some interest in him. Even the slightest squeeze on his bicep and he would melt right in front of you, blushing heavily and timidly avoiding eye contact. Risqué clothing was another one of your fortes; presenting yourself to him in a tight black sports bra and shorts that clung to your ass perfectly. Jungkook tried his best to be a gentleman and not stare at your supple sweaty skin, only failing a few times. It could’ve been the innocent blush across his face whenever he noticed these things, always seeming as though he wanted to return the favor but never knowing how to.
At times he would lose focus, only for you to ask him if “everything was fine?” Almost as if you were completely nonchalant about your behaviors and didn’t realize the effect that you had on him. Of course, it was all intentionally done; watching him squirm around to control any of the demons inside of him from overflowing. Jungkook’s jaws would clench tightly and his eyebrows would furrow ever so often, a clear sign that whatever you had been doing to him was frustrating, and working in your favor. To feel genuinely adored, it was an intoxicating emotion and unfortunately, just like all the other times before, you were too greedy.
After another two hours of your relentless teasing, he decided to linger around your exercise room for a few extra minutes with no intention of leaving. It was another unexpected change, he stared around the room almost as if he wanted to be in your presence a few minutes longer and you finally realized that the feelings between the two of you were now mutual. For the whole session, he refused to leave your side, even if the workouts had now become easy for you to manage on your own. It was apparent that he had some thoughts running through his mind and you wanted to know desperately about them. He watched as you drank some cold water, a single drop trickled down your chin and to your cleavage, disappearing right before his eyes. You could sense his hungry gaze on your body and without thinking clearly, you uttered unimaginable words. 
“It’s a shame that I’m married...” You said to yourself not knowing that he heard every single word that slipped out of your mouth.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He mumbles under his breath, and just like him, you heard everything. At first, you were quite taken aback, but that all disappeared once you noticed how he spoke truthfully. “You’re a beautiful person, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your marriage.”
“It wouldn’t be intruding if we got to know each other…” You took a few brave steps closer to him until you were just inches away from his chest. His head lowers as if he’s in deep thought once again, divided on how he should react. A quick peek at your eyes and he wished he never looked as the most inviting gaze was cast upon his body. Finally, his hand firmly wraps around your arm and travels downwards until it reaches your fingers, he stays like this for a few seconds before responding.
“I thought you wanted to stay away from that.” The same infectious smile spread across his lips, a few strands of hair covered his eyes but showed enough for you to see him scanning over your exposed skin. Without realizing, your fingers intertwined with his own.
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind…” Suddenly, you broke your hold on his hand and exited the room, light but noticeable footsteps could be heard from behind you, not even caring that some of his things were still there. You stopped in front of your husband’s bedroom, which you tidied earlier today, and stared up at him while he still came to you as if he was a lost puppy. He knew the layout of your house pretty well, as you had given him a quick tour and access to some of your belongings yet he was unfazed when he noticed where you had stood in front of. “My two hours are up, you can leave if you want or… stay and give me some comfort…” Your body pressed against the hardwood door as you toyed with the doorknob, awaiting his answer.
“I’ll definitely stay…” Immediately after those words left his mouth, your lips collided with his as your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck to pull him close to your body. His fingers reached behind to unlock your husband’s door before raising you off the ground and taking you inside. A few seconds into the kiss, and you felt him gently place you on the bed before pulling away.
From the moment your lips met each other, you forgot about everything: the infidelity, your husband, his disappearing wealth, the possibility of divorce. It was almost like an escape from your troubling reality, a drug that you would soon be hooked on. Jungkook’s body hovered over yours briefly before you reached upwards and pulled him back towards you. His tongue licked the sweet lip gloss off your lips and begged for permission, which you happily gave. His sharp teeth sank into your moistened lips drawing blood as you winced in pain under him. His tongue excitedly explored every corner of your mouth, as he pulled away a string of saliva connected between the two of you before breaking. After some time, his lips moved from your own and traveled down to your exposed neck, peppering kissing along your soft skin. Occasionally, he would bite harshly until a metallic taste covered his tongue once again before sucking and ingraining marks on your neck. For a brief moment, you wondered how you would explain those to your husband but once you felt his wet tongue glide across an extremely sensitive part on your neck, you simply didn’t care anymore. 
His fingers hook around the straps of your sports bra before eagerly pulling the material over your shoulders and tossing it on another part of the bed. During this, he broke the kiss for a few seconds as his tattooed hands wandered around every crevice of your exposed body. Gently squeezing and massaging your mounds in his large hands before stopping at your buds and lightly rubbing them between his fingers. Your hands left his shoulders and slipped under his fleece hoodie, delicately grazing over his sides and feeling his hardened abs. A light moan escaped from your mouth as you felt his fingers toy with your chest while his free hand tugs at the waistband of your shorts and underwear until both pieces of clothing are down your legs.
He softly pulls your legs apart, the cold air causes your sensitive core to shiver. You notice him pause for a few seconds to admire the sight in front of him before leaning his head downwards. A few kisses on your inner thigh was enough to cause a soft throb deep in your glistening entrance. The pads of his fingers draw small shapes on your skin, a clear sign that he’s taking his time and teasing you tremendously in the process. His thumb moves to the hood of your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion before finally pressing his tongue against your opening and dragging it across. Your fingers immediately tangle within his hair while your hips grind against his face, you push your head deeper into your husband’s pillow. The scent of his strong cologne is coated on it, a sense of guilt should’ve spouted from your spirit but it was absent – already fulfilled by another man.
His tongue glides across your folds a few more times while his thumb increases its pace. He glances upwards to gauge your reactions and once he sees the pure bliss on your face he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The few moans that flew out of your lips were enough motivation for him to continue. He removed his thumb from your bud, you missed the motion but became relieved when he replaced it with his mouth. His tongue lapped over your sensitive clit, catching any of your essence that threatened to seep onto the bed sheets. Savoring your taste as if he had been longing to try; you had been too hypnotized by his tongue to notice two slender fingers pressing on your opening before plunging inside.
“O- Oh, Jungkook... Fuck!” Enveloping around your pearl as his fingers explore your wetness, searching for your most delicate areas. His teeth grazed along the skin of your folds and nipped at your bud once more as sinful moans spewed from your mouth, a reminder that you would be undone soon. He was quick to take notice of your clenching walls and dripping cunt, increasing the pace of his fingers. You could feel him smile against your heat as if pride had swelled within him.
“He never did this to you, I can tell...” His fingers brushed against your spot causing your back to arch while you squirmed around under him. Toes curling and fingers desperately trying to claw at whatever lay around the bed, he was somewhat amazed at how beautifully your body reacted to him. “That’s it, just relax... come for me, baby.” Soon, a foreign wave of heat pooled towards your lower stomach from his angelic voice. One last moan escaped from your mouth, his name, while his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm. Only time can tell how long it had been since you had someone else bring you over the edge.
There was something mysteriously empowering about having another person give you something that no one else has been able to provide. That must be the allure of infidelity; receiving pleasure from someone because your lover fails to do so on their own. This was the first time, but definitely not the last time, you had ever had an orgasm on this bed. 
As your walls convulsed around him, a sticky clear substance coated them, something you hadn’t seen in a long time. Although the aftershocks still riddled your fragile body, you were still aware enough to notice him begin to peel his hoodie off his body. For a brief second, you were too enthralled by his toned biceps and spasming core to stop him. You sat up on the bed and reached out to grasp onto his arms before he could remove anymore clothing.
“N- No! Not here... not on his bed...” You weren’t sure where this sudden wave of guilt came from since you definitely hadn’t felt this way a few moments ago. Maybe you were too lost in the moment, but you couldn’t risk your husband finding out about this – not when your situation was dependent on his actions. Besides, too many bad memories and decisions had been made on this bed.
Jungkook seemed a little disappointed, perhaps thinking that you refused to continue committing sins with him. Yet his sadness diminished as he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, instinctively his hands pulled your legs around his slim waist. He knew the layout of your home very well, even snooping around different rooms on his own merit, unbeknownst to him that you were aware of his behavior. He carried you bridal style to one of the few bathrooms that only you occupied. As your feet landed on the marble floor of your shower, you stared up at him in confusion.
“Why are we here?” You ask as he releases his hair from the tight bun and sheds off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes wander downwards on their own to his length while your face began to heat up, almost as if you’re too embarrassed to look. Only a meager glimpse, but you could tell for sure that he had surpassed any of your other partners which caught you quite off guard.
“He won’t notice anything in here... unless you want me to stop.” He paused in his tracks suddenly and awaited your response. In that space of time, you contemplated for a few seconds, was it really a crime for you to have fun on your own? Finally, you gave him a small nod before tugging him inside with you.
You turned on the shower, adjusting it a few times until warm water sprayed on your skin. With your back faced towards him his hands caressed your shoulders, trailing downwards until they reached your sides. He pulled your body towards him, having your bare skin brush against his chest, just as he had done the first day that you two met. The pads of his fingertips rubbed against you clit and spread your juices around your folds. Subconsciously, your head tilted to the side allowing him to lean down and press his lips on your wet neck. His hard member rubbed against your ass, trying to relieve himself with some friction against your skin. 
Gently, he pushed you towards the tile wall until your back arched enough for him. His hands hold your hips in place and help you sink down onto his length. More impure language spewed from your mouth as warm water trickled on your back. Nails dug into your skin causing pain to erupt in those areas, he tried his best to hold back for as long as he could. There was nothing that would stop him from enjoying this moment; truthfully, all he wanted was you all for himself, from the moment he heard Mina mention you, an indescribable emotion flared up within him.
His hips rocked against you at a tender pace, unlike anything you had been used to before, allowing you to properly experience every inch of his thick cock. Jungkook tried to fight off any temptations to completely indulge in your body and fuck you any way that he wanted, but he was quite scared to do so; maybe you would run off in fear and never want to speak to him again. After all the work he had done and all the patience he had, he couldn’t let you slip away from him. His time was running thin, he didn’t know when he would lose his restraint. Endless teasing and light-hearted jokes to each other, everything had boiled over past the point of return. His length fit perfectly into your entrance, almost as if it had been made for you specifically.
“F- Faster..!” You managed to choke out after you became too used to the soft speed. His hips immediately began to quicken as soon as he heard your command. Breathy moans from the two of you echoed throughout the large bathroom accompanied by the sound of skin colliding with each other. Steam covered the glass doors but you weren’t sure if it was the immense body heat radiating or the temperature of the water.
His fingers harshly wrapped around your fragile neck and pulled your body to his. He tilted your face backwards until you could look upwards and see his eyes peering back at you. The water cascaded down your chest and wet his long hair. A few drops ran down his face while his mouth remained agape with each moan that came out of it. His fingers tightened on your neck but for some reason you didn’t mind, your thoughts became so hazy and soon it was even hard for you to breathe in any air. Deep down, he wished that you wouldn’t touch any of the bruises he made, he wanted Byung-Joo to see them all. He wanted it to be obvious, to any passerby or anyone else that knew your business, you might’ve had your husband’s last name but he was the only one that you belonged to.
Instinctively, your eyes clenched tightly together as his hips snapped deep thrusts into you. A familiar shallow breathing filled your ears and you could tell that he was quite close. His grip became weak and he could no longer keep his head up, instead nuzzling it in the crook of your shoulder as if he wanted to rely on you. It wasn’t much, but for some reason it felt quite intimate — surrendering his body to you, just as you did to him.
One final thrust and he swiftly pulled out of you just in time, still holding you close to him, and releasing his seed over your lower back and ass. It didn’t take long for the water to wash away all of it off your body. Silently, you prayed that all of your other acts would have disappeared along with it. Just as he said, there was no way that your husband would even realize.
Jungkook stayed like this for a few minutes, desperately holding onto you as if you would leave him. There was no possibility that you would do that, the only thing you yearned for was this sort of affection. Not someone who would leave your side the moment that their own needs were fulfilled, but someone who could keep you in their arms and show you love afterwards. He ushered you to turn around and face him: his hair had been drenched, droplets of water coated his skin while chest still rose and lowered. His lustful expression was now gone, replaced by a quite relieved and elated one. You smiled up at him, wanting to say more to him but not quite knowing exactly what to say.
Suddenly, he extended his arm outwards and hovered his hand over one of your breasts. Before you could question his behavior, he pressed his hand onto your mound. At first you thought he wanted to try for another round, but it was already too late for that. Only then did you realize that his hand remained deep enough to feel the quick pace of your heartbeat. You weren’t sure why, but you were compelled to do the same; your hand reached upwards and stopped at his pectoral before resting on the muscle and feeling another heartbeat as well. The rhythmic pulse on the two of you was nearly identical or unnaturally similar to the point that it frightened you. Pull away, you wanted to retreat but you were too bewitched to do so.
The steam of the shower and the heat from your love-making fogged the mirrors and the glass. Too cloudy for you to see and too dense for you to breathe. As your hands removed from each other, the room engulfed your spirit and the contents that wanted to spill out. Something had blossomed from this moment but you wouldn’t dare find out what it was.
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It would be a lie for you to deny that you wanted it all to continue. You tried to keep yourself from doing such a thing but, alas, it was too difficult for you. It went on for weeks, each session would end in a round of a passionate love-making. At first it was discrete, only occurring in places where you were sure Byung-Joo would never notice, but your attempt at hiding it had disappeared along with your guilt. Even becoming daring enough to do unspeakable acts on his bed, only to change the sheets and freshen up the room to remove the sweet smell of sex. At some point, it became more obvious that you were now having an affair; from your sudden joyous behavior that replaced your usual frown, he had no clue. He would always return home with the same smell of lavender perfume and lipstick stains on his shirt, now hickies, bite marks, and bruises covered your skin and he seemed to have no care in the world. 
If anything, he seemed more upbeat than usual. One night, you overheard him on the phone with one of his executives in his office. His desk was covered in bottles of opened alcohol, some had been empty, he wasn’t drinking out of sadness but more so because he was happy. He mentioned that the company had finally began to improve again, only God knows how since he was on the brink of bankruptcy months ago. Finally after a financial drought, he managed to concur enough funds and make a few successful business deals. He spent the whole night in his office, not even bothering to share the good news with you. In fact, you had barely seen him for the past few days. Only having quiet meals together, that was the only ‘time’ spent between the two of you. If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you would’ve surely went insane by now.
After one round of intimacy, you two cuddled up together on your husbands mattress, ruining the brand new sheets that you put on earlier that day. A few minutes passed and you decided to break from his hold and exit the room, only to return later with a few drinks in your hands. Jungkook sat up in the canopy bed and admired your naked figure before taking a tulip glass and pouring himself some exotic champagne. You returned to his warm body with your own glass of the fizzy liquid and rested your head on his shoulder.
“For someone that’s had things given to them, you have a hard time being grateful...” He said as he sipped his drink, his hand rested on your head and massaged your temple.
“People with everything are never the happiest.” Your body relaxed into his own, the faint sound of his beating heart was enough to lull you to sleep. 
“So tell me, how did you even end up here? You’re young and he’s well... old.” He let out a quiet chuckle as if he was joking, but you knew better, he was genuinely curious about your history.
“I was young and dumb. I still am, actually. If it wasn’t obvious already, it’s a shitty marriage. He left his poor wife to be with me and the funny thing is now I’m in her shoes.” You could feel his body shift under yours, he was quite shocked to hear your revelation.
“You mean he’s cheating on you?”
“Yes... some bitch that I don’t know. Who cares anyways?” Untangling your arms from his body, you pulled away and sat up next to him. “I know my life is already screwed, I don’t have anyone... I gave up so many things and upset people, especially my family. They were so ashamed of me... I haven’t spoken to them since the wedding...” A years worth of tears began to cascade down your face after being held inside for so long. His arms pulled your body back to his and trapped you in a warm embrace. “They just look down on me like I’m a money-hungry bloodsucker... I never had the courage to tell anyone the truth.”
“Don’t say those things, there are people that care about you... Mina and I, we’re your friends, we would never betray you.” His thumb wiped the tears away from your cheeks. “What happened?”
“He used to be my boss and, at first it was bearable, but then he started taking advantage of me and touching me in places I never felt comfortable with. I didn’t know who to tell and I didn’t want to be fired. It was a rough time for me, I needed the money so I stayed. One night, he proposed that he would pay me more under the condition that we had relations outside of work. I didn’t think he meant much, so I agreed. I know I’m an idiot for going along with it. People don’t realize that I felt hopeless at the time and made decisions that I thought wouldn’t be any harm...”
“It’s not entirely your fault but you should’ve reported him to the authorities and quit. You can always divorce him, just leave him. Look at all the pain he’s caused. You have me, I can take care of you.”
“N- No. That’s not a good idea...” For the first time, he was able to fully reveal his feelings about you only for you to crush his confidence and reject him. Jungkook pulled away from you in disbelief and you begin to miss his touch.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not as low as him. A relationship with you wouldn’t be healthy...” It was a harsh reality to admit but you were afraid of the complications from being in an entanglement with him. 
“Am I a bad person? One thing I know is that I’ve done more for you than he has in a year.”
“That’s not what I mean... Look, Jungkook, you’re an amazing person but I just don’t want to make things harder for me. You can understand that, right?” His face contorted in an unrecognizable look of disappointment and anger, surely one of the only times he’s ever made you feel scared.
“I thought you had self-respect but you’re no better than him. What does he have that I don’t? This whole time, you’ve just used me. You’ve used him too... I can’t help you if you won’t even help yourself.”
“You wouldn’t understand, I’m sorry. It’s best if we stop doing this. I think you should leave...”
“I was already planning on doing that.” He rose off the bed and quickly dressed himself before leaving the room, you didn’t bother showing him the exit since he already knew where to go.
It was supposed to a no-strings-attached sort of arrangement. You weren’t meant to have feelings for him and he was held under the same expectations. But why did you feel a heavy pain in your chest when he was no longer beside you? Why did you miss having his arms wrapped around your body? Those feelings only deepened when you heard his car drive away into the night, far away from where he needed to be.
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For the rest of the day, Jungkook’s words replayed in your mind. Maybe it was his absence that was truly impacting you, there was no other explanation for how disturbed you felt. The same routine happened again today; you made Byung-Joo breakfast, tidied the house, and found some activities to do that could fill your time until he came home. Until the past few days, Jungkook was not present and your heart felt empty, as if something had been ripped away from you. The suffocating silence within the house was enough to drive you mad but now that you didn’t have a single soul here with you, it had become much worse. Your demons of shame and guilt spread throughout your body and nearly consumed you whole; just as he said, you didn’t care about your husband at all and only the numbers in his bank account. The only thing that he was wrong about was you using him, in fact, you had now depended too much on him. Today was the day you would try to fix your problems.
The night came rather quickly, darkness covered most of the home. His dinner had been plated and left on the dining table along with your own. He unlocked the front door and was greeted by the fresh aroma of a home-cooked meal. For the first time in a while, he arrived home quite early and seemed to be in distress. He noticed you in the kitchen but didn’t greet you, instead he threw his briefcase on the ground by the door and hastily walked over to the dining table. You made his favorite dish, it was the last time he would have the pleasure of eating it. Byung-Joo sat in the chair directly across, and farthest, from you. Soon, you joined him at the table and watched as he feasted.
“Who is she?” You suddenly asked, this was the first time you and your husband had exchanged words in the past few days. To your surprise, there was no perfume scent on his clothes or lipstick stains on his clothes.
“Who are you talking about?” He stopped and stared back at you, it was easy to notice that his own demons were starting to show in him as well.
“The woman you’ve been sleeping with. Or is the better question who are they?”
“How did you find o- out?” Byung-Joo stumbled over his words as if he was drunk, but there was something definitely off. Usually if you spoke this way, he would curse at you and maybe even threaten to hit you, but now he remained still and frightened.
“I’ve known for a long time, I’m not dumb. Let me guess, you’re going to wander off and leave me for her?” He peered up at you wide-eyed and like a deer headlight, he had a secret and it was only a matter of time before it was revealed. “You look like you have something to say, you might as well tell me before I found out.”
“She’s pregnant.” He waited for you to respond but you simply had nothing to say, he decided to cheat and it was his own fault for creating another problem.
“You should gather the divorce papers and take care of your problem, I’m done.” His pleas for you to stay went unnoticed, you gathered all of your prepacked belongings and headed straight for the front door. 
You hurriedly walked towards your car before unlocking the driver’s door and climbing inside. Everything happened unexpectedly, you weren’t sure what to do. There was no cash on you meaning that you would have to sleep-over at someone’s house for the night, there was no way that you were staying anywhere near Byung-Joo’s home. There were only two options for where you could possibly go, and you were quite certain that one of those individuals wanted nothing to do with you. You pulled out your phone and began to dial Mina’s number, praying that she would answer. As soon as you heard her familiar voice on the other end you let out a sigh of relief.
“Mina, it’s me. Listen, I just told him I wanted a divorce. I walked out of his house but I have no where to go, can I stay over? Just for tonight.” You frantically said on the other end, hoping that she would have some mercy on you.
“(Y/N), I’d love to but I’m really busy right now. I have some family business to handle, I’m really sorry...” 
“Please, Mina! I already told Jungkook to leave me alone, he won’t want to see me...”
“Speaking of him, he wanted to apologize for saying those things yesterday and getting upset. He really misses you, (Y/N). I think you should give him a chance once the divorce has been finalized.”
“He told you everything that happened?”
“Yes, he did. I hope that’s not a problem for you. We’re quite close and share things with each other.” Although you wanted to ask her more questions, you did not have much time to chat with her on the phone and you desperately wanted to be far away from your husband.
“Fine, it’s alright. Just send me his address, I guess we’ll talk later.” She said her goodbyes before hanging up the phone. A few minutes later and she text you his residence along with some other details that you didn’t have time to read. 
You switched the ignition of your car on before beginning your journey to his home. Along the way, you weren’t sure how you would ask him to let you spend the night. He might have felt upset, just as Mina said, but you were ready to prepare yourself to sleep in your car if it ever came down to that. 
His neighborhood was definitely similar to your own, you pulled up into an empty parking space and parked near a small home that was supposedly his. When you looked into his home, you noticed that his car had not been parked inside his driveway. You pulled out your phone once again and dialed his number, he answered the phone surprisingly quick and greeted you.
“Hey, it’s me... Um, Mina gave me your address. I got into some problems I was wondering if I could spend the night?”
“Yea, sure... but I’m not home. I’m only a few blocks away. You’ll see me when I’m there, I need to hang up for now.” 
After a few minutes of waiting, you heard the sound of a horn in your direction. His familiar car came into view, you could recognize it from miles away since you had spotted it out of your bedroom window many times before. He pulled into his driveway and parked his car. As he stepped out of the vehicle, you noticed that he was dressed in all black, even wearing a dark face mask that covered more than half of his face. He wore his long hair down and had his hoodie on, both covering his eyes. You stepped out of your car and waved to him, an uncontrollable smile spread across your face; there you were, smiling like an idiot in front of him. As you walked closer to him, it was easier to make out his appearance.
“That’s a little odd to wear at night, you look like you’re about to steal something...” You joked to which he just laughed, in an uncomfortable manner.
“Don’t think too much about it... Let me take you inside.” He unlocked his front door and escorted you inside. His home was small, at least in comparison to your house, but still decorated quite well. It gave you a familiar, homey-feel like you had been to this place before. You hadn’t even made your way into the whole home before you realized that the whole house mirrored yours, it wasn’t perfect but it was obviously inspired by your home. He motions you to sit on the couch in his living room, almost the same color as the couch in your living room. “So, what brings you here at this hour?”
“I listened to your advice. I’m sorry for being stubborn...” Admitting your faults was harder than you imagined it to be, but still you wanted to find some closure. “I left him, just like you said. After thinking about things, I realize now that I do have feelings for you. It’s not sexual, it’s something deeper than that. It was weird, it started from the minute I saw you...” It was hard for him to hide his eager smile; of course he would be happy, this was exactly what he wanted. His hand rested on top of yours, gently caressing your soft skin.
“I wasn’t expecting that, I thought you still hated me...” The truth was that he knew you would come running back to him, even if he had to pull a few strings to get things his way. 
“I never hated you, how could I? If it wasn’t for you, I’m not exactly sure where I would be right now.”
“I’m happy to hear that... You know, now that you’re not tied to him, why don’t we try something? We can go out for drinks tomorrow and you can stay here as long as you’d like.”
“I’d love to do that but I still have to figure out some stuff first. My things are still at his place, I have to get our divorce papers ready, I might have to hire a lawyer-” 
“I don’t want you talking about him again.” His grip on your hand tightens and leaves indents on your skin, the smile he once had wavered. “He’s in the past now. Only focus on me, okay?” You simply nodded along to his request, it was odd, but you weren’t sure how else to respond to him.
His hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his face. Jungkook leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead before placing another kiss on your lips. Different than any of the others he’d given you, this one contained nothing but desperation and a desire for you to open yourself up to him. He deepened the kiss, roughly invading and fighting to control you whilst you submitted to every touch he brought to your body. He gently pushed your body until you rested on the couch. His hands held tightly on your wrists, forcing them above the sides of your head, only pulling away to admire your helpless body. Soon, you were too enchanted by his spell to notice any other warnings that night.
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A warm yet soft duvet covered your naked body as the morning light glared through his windows. You glance around the room, thinking at first it was your own room and the events of last night were all a dream, yet, something was off. The size of the room was smaller but the comforter and even the window blinds were an exact replica of your own bedroom at Byung-Joo’s home. You looked down at your body once more and each detail came flooding back. This was Jungkook’s home, so why was every single area of the room a reminder of your own? As usual, you two made love that night. Looking back at it now, you should’ve rejected his advances from the beginning. Your mind became so hazy, you couldn’t focus on anything; the only thing you could think about was him, pleasing him.
Your clothes were scattered throughout the room, every piece of clothing had been tossed on flooring that looked just like yours. You rose off of the bed and hastily put on each of the materials before opening the bedroom door. The scent of coffee and breakfast from the kitchen filled the whole living room. Jungkook sat on the couch playing a mobile game on his phone, his food rested on his coffee table alongside your own plate and a cup of coffee. The moment he heard the door shut behind you his head snapped backwards and lit up when he saw you come out of the room. He immediately came off of the couch and pulled you into a long embrace.
“You’re finally awake, I made you some breakfast.” He proudly pointed towards the coffee table expecting you to be amazed at his cooking skills but all you did was shove him away from you.
“It’s fine, I’ll pick up something to eat after I come back.” You tried to walk past him but his threatening voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Where are you going?” He reached out to hold onto your arm but you pulled away just before he could.
“I already told you, I have to go back home and speak to Byung-Joo.”
“I thought I told you not to say his name anymore.”
“Jungkook, he’s still my husband until all the paperwork is filed. I need to go back and get some things.” His irritated expression instantly began to soften, like a realization came to his mind. He took a step backwards and returned to his seat on the couch.
“You’re right. Go ahead. You did leave him a little heartbroken last night.”
“Alright... I’m leaving now.” He didn’t do much except smile smugly up at you. It caught you quite off-guard since he was always persistent in having you listen to him but he gave up quickly.
You quickly left the strange environment, a certain aura in the air left you feeling quite uneasy. As you drove back to your husband’s home, your body refused to shake that strange feeling. There was something that he knew and refused to tell you, why else would he let you leave without challenging you first? It was all too much to think about, you were already stressed about your encounter with him and didn’t want any more things to worry about. When you arrived at the large-scale property, you noticed that his car was still in the driveway. In fact, all the lights had been left on just as they had been last night.
You entered the home, tip toeing your way inside. The faint smell of your dinner still saturated the air inside. Your untouched dinner and his partially eaten meal were still in the dining room, he’s really too much of a slob to clean up his own food? Eerily quiet, the only sound you could hear was your soft footsteps against the hardwood floor. Maybe he was in his bedroom? Or busy in his study? None of those possibilities seemed logical, he always went to work around this time. He was probably drunk in the kitchen, where he stored all of his alcoholic drinks. You walked towards the direction of the kitchen until you saw a hand in your peripheral vision. You were right, he was passed out drunk again, just as he did many times and you began to walk closer to him.
The sound of wet yet thick liquid broke you from your thoughts. A glance downwards and crimson puddle was the only thing you could see. The blood trailed downwards until it reached his lifeless corpse. Your eyes widened in horror yet no sounds came from your mouth, a few more cautious steps away from his body and your stomach began to churn. A deep gaping hole had been cut through his chest, breaking right through his rib cage. His body was perfectly intact excluding the fact that he had been missing his heart. His veins had been cut through, blood still oozed out from the opening. Usually tan and vibrant skin had turned into a ghostly blue pigment, all the live was drained from his body and onto the ground.
You were frozen, unsure what to do when a sudden call broke you from your thoughts. Jungkook’s caller ID showed on your screen and you wasted no time trying to answer it. His frantic voice echoed through the speaker, he sounded as if he was somewhere outside.
“(Y/N)! You have to come quick, it’s urgent!” He said before hanging up the phone on you. You were conflicted; would you leave your already dead husband’s side or run home to Jungkook? Without much thought, you began to walk toward the exit of the door, making sure the wipe his blood off of your sneakers as you left.
Exiting his home as if nothing had ever happened and entering your car to drive back. You didn’t know why you left him there, he was already dead anyways, there was nothing for you to reep from him anymore. He was simply of no value, only to the insects that would feast on his decomposing body. As you reached Jungkook’s home again, you walked passed his car, clearly seeing the red spots on his driver’s seat. Air hitched inside your throat, you didn’t want to believe it so you kept walking. He opened the door and pulled you inside once he saw you park by his home.
There was nothing urgent about his demeanor, he seemed very relaxed once he saw you. Your eyes finally noticed a strange, barely visible red stain on his clothing. He started to speak but suddenly stopped once he noticed you staring at his attire, he looked down at the spot and a quiet menacing laugh flowed through his throat.
“Ah, you noticed… I guess I should’ve changed out of these before you came home.”
“W- What is that?” You took a few steps away from him as he watched how frightened you became.
“His blood.” He said in the most passive tone. There was no way, he had been with you the whole night until the early morning. You didn’t want to believe but it was right in front of your eyes. “I killed him this morning when you were sleeping.” You wanted to run out of the house, but it was too late. “Don’t be scared, I did it for you… he’s gone now, he won’t hurt your feelings anymore.” He tried to reach out to you but you flinched and took more small steps away from him, in fear that you were next.
“Don’t touch me, you’re fucking crazy, I’m calling the c- cops!” You fumbled through your pockets for your phone until he started speaking again.
“Your fingerprints are all over the house, you were the only other person that was with him. I won’t defend you if you call them.” Jungkook’s eyes trained on your movements, there was no point in calling the police since you were an immediate suspect. “I don’t think you ever loved him, I’m sure if you had the chance you would’ve killed him already. Some wives are willing to do that, you know? Some are cold blooded murderers.”
“No! That’s not true, I- I do care about him! I wouldn’t have killed him..!” You brazenly lied to him, you weren’t ashamed but all you could thing about doing was defending yourself as much as you could.
“Why did you leave him this morning? You came running home to me when he was bleeding out on the floor… try explaining that to the detectives. It won’t be hard to frame you.” Jungkook stretched his hand out, hoping that you would accept it. When your skin came in contact, he drew your body closer to his. “I can help you if you trust me, I can keep you safe.” He took your silence as an acceptance of his offer. “Look at this.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloodied plastic bag. His fingers grasped around the object in the bag that was none other than Byung-Joo’s heart. Blood covered his hands and dripped onto the floor, some even stained your clothes. He brought the organ up to your face for you to see how disgusting it was, you nearly vomited at the metallic scent. He held it as if it was some sort of offering or even a prize; a trophy to show that he won over his conquest. For some reason, you wanted to hold it, but the little morality left in your being stopped you.
“His heart died a long time ago, along with his love for you.” He pointed to a blackened part of the flesh that already seemed to be rotting away. “It was still beating when I ripped it out.”
“Why are you showing this to me? Why did you do that?”
“He was hurting you, I didn’t know what else to do. Stress is terrible for your body.” He placed the organ in his other hand as red liquid dripped down his tattooed arm. He brought his fingers to your cheek, smearing the substance on your skin as he massaged it gently. “I can fix that, my love has always been good for your heart.”
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amoc94 · 5 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. Bloodline, oneshot. Yandere Jimin feat. Taehyung.
17. Money Shot, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi, bank clerk reader.
18. The Devil's Patience, oneshot. Yandere sugar daddy / CEO Taehyung.
19. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.
20. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.
21. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.
22. 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.
23. 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?
24. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.
25. Nightcall, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung, mafia au.
26. Lovesick, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung is your sister's ex-boyfriend.
27. Trigger Happy, oneshot. Yandere mob Jungkook, undercover agent reader.
28. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.
29. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.
30. 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.)
31. Choices, oneshot. Yandere kingpin Namjoon.
32. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.
33. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.
34. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.
35. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.
36. Butterfly, oneshot. Your stepson, Yoongi, fucks you in the kitchen while your husband eats breakfast. 
37. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.
38. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.
39. Forbidden Fruit, long oneshot. Jhope as mafia member, reader has inability to feel fear.
40. Predator, oneshot. Vampire Jungkook stalked on reader. I felt goosebumps reading this, nothing too gory tho.
41. Brother Knows Best, ongoing short story. Yandere Jungkook, reader is his step sister.
42. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.
43. Isolation, short oneshot. Idol AU. Yoongi x reader.
44. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.
45. 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.
46. Allegiance, oneshot. King Jungkook x farmer's daughter reader. Almost all stories from this author left me spellbound. She is one talented writer.
47. Killjoy, long oneshot. Jungkook kidnaps you, after stalked on you for quite a while. Keyword here: plot twist. Kkkkkk
48. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.
49. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. 🤭
50. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.😈
51. 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.
52. 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.
53. 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.
54. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.
55. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written.
56. 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.🤣
57. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.
58. 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.😂
59. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader. Soft yandere (for me), nothing much in the tag warning, but very enjoyable.
60. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.
61. 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.
62. Polarity, yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!♥️
63. 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.
I'll reblog everytime two new fics are up.
64. 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.
These are all the ones that, you know, really give me some impression, goosebumps etc.
Very good.
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deepdarkdelights · a month ago
Even in Death | Jungkook x Reader (Haunted Mansion AU)
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Borderline OT7)
Word Count: 13.5k
Warnings: 18+,Yandere, Ghost Bangtan, Stalking, Obsession, Mentions of Blood, Slight Gore, Fear, Non Consensual Kissing, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of A Dead Body, Serial Murders, Reincarnation, Heights, Poisoning, Lots of Attempted Murder, Mentions of Suicide
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 
Preview: “Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé's clothes. “
A/N: Surprise, Happy Early Halloween! My internet disconnected while I was trying to upload this so I am thoroughly irritated hehe. Well, I do hope you enjoy this fic, it is based off of one of my favorite spooky season movies! As per usual, this is slightly edited but will be fully edited tomorrow my dears. I look forward to seeing you in the comments and my inbox 💜🎃🔮
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It was exceptionally cold for October. 
The leaves that were crisp colors of burgundy and orange were desperately clinging to the tree branches as the rain pounded them in unforgiving torrents. It was gloomy and had you been at home nestled under your favorite blanket with a hot drink, you would have loved it. But instead, you were in your car driving for hours at a time to make it back home. 
You had gotten a call that your brother was in the hospital, and as you were his only living family member, you had to make it there to see him. 
And, to make matters worse, the asphalt of the roads was steadily being drowned in rapidly increasing inches of water, making them look like murky, black, winding rivers. You had seen enough videos online to know that if the water got too high, you were going to be screwed. The last thing you needed was for it to travel through your exhaust pipe and stall your car. Then it would be game over and you would be effectively trapped in a natural disaster. 
The windshield wipers were sliding frantically from side to side and even though you had them set to the fastest speed, you were still driving blind. 
You knew that you were only halfway home, you still had hours more to travel. But with the way this storm was acting you were certain you weren’t going to be able to make it home that day. So, reluctantly, you knew that you had to search for somewhere to seek shelter and you had to be quick about it. 
You knew of one place. 
You had never been there per se, or even seen it in person, but you had heard enough stories from college roommates that had grown up in the area you were currently stranded in. There was an old manor in the forest, ways off from the modern roads. It had been a historical sight, but barely anyone has ever been inside it. Only dumb kids who wanted to impress their friends at least. And, from what you heard, those that went inside and returned were never the same, much like one of your old friends. 
But did that matter to you? No, not one bit. Because not only were you on a mission, but you were also a skeptic. A firm believer of tangible evidence and scientific proof, the concept of spirits and the afterlife were a far cry from things that worried you. 
You switched your turn signal on, the light ticking noise it usually emitted was drowned out by the harsh slap of rain against your car as you slowly turned your steering wheel and eased the vehicle off of the road and onto the well-worn dirt path that faded away into the thick tangles of the forest. 
It was even darker inside the woods than it had been on the main road, thick storm clouds and the old overgrowth of the trees had made it practically nighttime, it was like you had traveled through a fold in time. 
A sudden rumble of thunder shook your car, urging you to press your foot down a little harder onto the accelerator, you were suddenly very much aware of just how dangerous the weather had become. 
You were beginning to grow antsy the longer you traveled down the dirt road, maybe you hadn’t remembered the directions correctly but it wasn’t like you could just check your maps app to verify that you had lost signal the minute you entered nature. 
It took about fifteen minutes before you noticed a break in the trees, and when they began to finally thin out you were met with the towering statue of the manor. It was beautiful in an eerie sort of way. The entire structure was made out of dark brick and stone with thick glass windows that were foggy, showing their age and lack of care. The grounds looked like they had seen better days, the trees, bushes, flowers, and grass all withered and decayed. 
You couldn’t help but empathize with the locals, it was no wonder why the majority of them never dared to travel to the manor. It made even more sense why it had been left untouched for so long, it had this foreboding air to it, one that warned trespassers away. 
There was that as well as the large, black, wrought iron fence that surrounded the entire estate, its sharp peaks serving as a warning for anyone who dared to try and scale it. 
But once more, you were on a mission, and you could overlook all of these things for a few hours or so until the weather lightened up and you could return home. Despite its foreboding nature, you were certain that the manor would be safe in these conditions, it had withstood centuries of weathering after all, how much impact could one flood have? 
You eased your foot off of the accelerator as your car rolled closer to the fence, the rainfall was heavy but you could make out that there wasn’t an apparent lock on the gates. You would probably have to get out and try and manually open them. 
But, just as you rolled to a complete stop and went to shift your car into park, the gates rattled and then popped open before coming to a smooth stop, leaving them wide open for you to roll through. 
You sat there for a moment, lips parted in confusion. From your understanding, no one lived inside of the mansion, so how would the gates be updated to automatically open? You weren’t allowed more time to think as the sky lit up with a flash of lightning, illuminating the rooftops and casting splintered shadows over the grounds of the estate. You needed to take shelter, and fast. 
And so you drove in, the gates ominously clanging shut behind you. There was a stone roundabout encircling a large, old, cracked fountain that had once been dried up but was now steadily refilling, leading up to the entrance. You drove as close as you could before throwing the car into park and racing up to the front door. 
You hastily grabbed the door knocker, rapidly banging it against the thick door, but there was no answer. A frown settled on your lips as you stepped to the side, cupping your hands over your eyes as you attempted to peer into one of the windows but they were too fogged up with thick coats of dust and cobwebs making it impossible to see. 
You huffed in annoyance, stepping back from the window to collect yourself only to do a double-take when you noticed that the door was slightly ajar. You were certain moments before it had been locked and closed, but maybe you were wrong. Had you ever tried to open the door in the first place? You honestly couldn’t remember. Maybe it was the stress finally getting to you. 
You hesitantly moved forward, stepping foot into the entryway. You were immediately hit with the smell of stale, damp air and the sight of a darkened room. You could make out a grand stairway, two sets of them curving up to the second floor and decorated in thick lace-like, intricate webs. It looked like no one had been there in a very long time. 
But, if that were true, then why could you hear the slow, melancholic notes of a piano being played? 
You squinted your eyes in an attempt to get accustomed to the dark as you began to follow the sound of the piano. It was coming from a room off of the central entry way, that much you could make out. 
“Hello?” You called, listening for a response. The only sounds that followed were your footsteps tapping against the cracked marble floor and the tune of the piano. 
The music was getting progressively louder, almost unbearably so, the closer you got. And upon locating the source of the sound, you understood why. The piano was situated in a large ballroom, built to amplify the music that would be played there. It was just as dusty as the rest of what you had seen of the home. There were drop cloths over various pieces of furniture, giving them a ghostly effect, and some of the windows towards the rear of the house had been boarded up long ago allowing a cold draft of air to sweep through the room. 
You were dumbstruck for a moment as you caught sight of the grand piano. Mostly because the keys were being pressed down, but no pianist sat at its bench. You laughed at yourself after a few seconds, there were such things as self-playing pianos, you shouldn’t have let your blood chill like that. 
But still, it couldn’t hurt to check. 
You turned on your heels, away from the instrument, and scanned the room before you called out once more, even louder this time. “Hello? Is anyone here?” 
There was a dramatic clash of the keys, a rather horrendous sound, and the noises of the bench screeching against the ground before the room went quiet.
Your hand slammed against your chest in fright as your heart thumped steadily against it, now that had certainly frightened you. You spun around again and this time choked on your own breath. There was a man standing next to the piano, his mouth agape. 
His clothing was a little outdated, a little too formal; a loose-fitting shirt tucked into trousers with the top buttons undone. 
“Holy shit, you scared the crap out of me!” You said with an uncomfortable laugh as you leaned forward a bit, attempting to breathe normally and slow your racing heart. 
The man quickly began crossing the space between you, startling you into stepping backward. 
“You came!” He gasped, his fingers encircling your wrist sending a cool chill through your warm flesh. 
“Um, yeah, I’m sorry to just barge in here like this but the road just started flooding and I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry, do I know you? You seem so familiar.” You asked, your thoughts derailing the longer you looked at him. 
Raven hair, porcelain skin, sweetly shaped eyes and a gummy smile with the most gorgeous pair of hands you had ever seen, perfect for playing the piano. 
“You don’t…,” he trailed off, his smile fading away for a moment before a weaker one replaced it, “Yoongi, I’m Yoongi.”
“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you Yoongi.” You said with a kind smile of your own. 
His lips parted momentarily, his features softening as he looked at you. It was like he was looking at someone he hadn’t seen in a very long time. That look didn’t last too long, he snapped himself out of his daze, uncurling his fingers from around your wrist. 
“Wait right here, please, the young master is going to be so pleased to see you.”
“The young master? Who’s he?” You asked, turning away from him as you continued to look at the ballroom. 
In another time it would have been so beautiful, glimmering gold, shining floors, and gorgeous light illuminating the room from the crystal chandeliers. You could faintly visualize swirling skirts gliding throughout the room and gleeful laughs echoing through the space. It was like a filter overlaying the room, almost like something you had seen it all before. But you knew that couldn’t be possible, especially considering this was the first time you had ever been to the manor. 
That was when you noticed it was too quiet. 
“Yoongi?” You asked, turning to find him but the room was empty, you were all alone. 
“Damn, he’s fast.” You mumbled to yourself.
“What are you doing here?!” A voice frantically called, fast and loud footsteps quickly approaching. 
You were sure your heart was about to fail at this rate, where were all of these people suddenly coming from? 
There was another man now, he was incredibly tall with golden skin and soft brown hair. He looked to be dressed like a butler, another common occurrence in this estate was apparently everybody dressed like they were from a different time. 
“I’m so sorry to come in unannounced, I just spoke with Yoongi but uh...I have no idea where he went.”
“You need to leave, now.” He said firmly, his expression would have frightened you had you not seen the familiar gleam of fear in his eyes. 
“What? I can’t go anywhere, not in this weather at least, the roads are completely flooded.” 
“Go somewhere else, anywhere else.” He replied, grabbing you by your bicep and forcibly removing you from the ballroom. “You can’t be here.” 
“Look, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have come here if I had any other choice but this is it,” you tried, digging your heels down against the grimy marble floors, “I can’t leave until the storm is over.” 
“You’ll find another way.” He grimly stated, jerking you harshly towards the front door you had entered mere moments before. “Go.”
Your eyebrows were pinched together in frustration, your neck craned back a bit so that you could look the man in his eyes. His jaw was tense in irritation, his eyes cold, and his brows turned downwards. To you, it looked like a caricature of wrath, there was something telling you he wasn’t really angry with you, but that this was a front concealing something else beneath it. From the trembling of his hands and tenseness of his shoulders you could tell he was stressed. He was worried. He was frightened. 
You couldn’t quite understand how you knew this, but this seemed to be entirely out of character for him despite this being your first meeting. 
His posture softened slightly under your harsh stare, his lips parting as his eyes darted over every feature of your face like he was memorizing you. 
“Please,” he finally begged, “Please, just go.”
And, just as his fingers brushed the brass doorknob, a voice echoed down the hallway startling the both of you. Steady taps of polished shoes against the wood floor of the corridor bounced its way towards you. Both you and the man stood frozen in anticipation waiting for the oncoming shadowed figure to reveal itself. 
“Namjoon,” The voice asked, “Where are you taking our guest?” 
The new stranger finally stepped into the now candle-lit entryway, emerging from the corridor between the sets of grand stairs. He was very young and incredibly handsome with dark, wavy hair, a brown doe eyed gaze, and smooth skin. You could notice that his upper lip was slightly smaller than the lower one, and his face was littered with delicate beauty marks. And, much like his counterparts, he was dressed slightly out of time. All in all, he was gorgeous. 
Subconsciously, you shifted closer to your companion, Namjoon. There was something gnawing at the back of your mind that you were safer by his side despite the alluring nature of the newest arrival. 
“I was just taking her to get her things, young master.” Namjoon said, the lie rolling off of his tongue smoothly. Had you not been on the receiving end of his actions moments before, you would have believed him. 
“No need, we have everything she could desire, don’t we?” He asked with a tilt of his head, the candle light flickering over his features ominously. 
“Welcome to my home, I am the manor’s master, you can call me Jungkook.” He said with an elated grin, his eyes wide and shining as he took you in, a sudden excitement rolling through his body in waves. 
You nodded slowly, your previous confidence having faded away with this confrontation. You softly uttered your name, and in response, his jaw dropped in awe and his cheeks flushed a prominent pink. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was enamored by you. But, you had only just met and that would be beyond absurd. 
“Yoongi told me you’ve been trapped here by the flood?” He asked, crossing the floor to come nearer to you as you began to shift even closer to Namjoon, although you didn’t notice. “I can assure you your presence is more than welcome, please allow us to take care of you during your stay here.” 
“Oh really you don’t have to, all I need is to wait until the flood subsides and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Nonsense, you must join us for dinner, please we haven’t had a guest like you in so long.” He begged, his eyes wide in innocence as his hand finally clasped your own. 
Almost instantaneously your hand erupted into tingles, like his touch and caused it to fall asleep. And, at the same time, a chill had settled in your bones. It was the strangest feeling, one so jarring that you ripped your hand free from his grasp causing his smile to fall and his expression to shift to one of pure disappointment. 
You chewed your lip anxiously as you turned to look behind you out the window. Eerily, you realized where you had been unable to look inside from the exterior of the manor, now you had a clear few of the outside. It sent chills down your spine as you couldn’t help but wonder if you had been unknowingly staring at someone on the other side when you arrived. 
More importantly, though, you could see down towards the gate. The river had begun to swell and was steadily starting to flood the area. Not to mention, the rain was pounding against the glass in unforgiving torrents. You really couldn’t leave even though your body was subconsciously warning you to flee. 
“Well, I guess I can stay for dinner.” You sighed with a reluctant smile. 
Jungkook came to life again, the same enamored grin returning as he looked at you like he was afraid to forget you. 
“Right this way then.” He nodded before turning on his heel and heading down the dark corridor. 
You hesitantly began to follow him with Namjoon following close behind. Every now and then Jungkook would turn his head to look over his shoulder and make sure you were still following him. It was like he was nervous to let you out of his sight. 
Namjoon’s hand just barely ghosted over your shoulder as he leaned closer to you, his breath misting over your ear as he hastily whispered, “Don’t drink or eat anything while you’re here.” 
Your face contorted in confusion as a low growl rumbled in your stomach, “But I’m hungry.” 
“Not a single bite.” He hissed. 
You exhaled strongly from your nose in frustration as you stubbornly nodded, despite the hunger carving up your stomach there was that tug in the back of your mind again, the one telling you to listen to him. While you had never been a believer in the supernatural, unlike your friends, you were a firm believer in following your instincts. 
You would not eat. 
Imposing suits of armor lined the walls of the dark corridor, the metal slightly dingy and dusty with cobwebs connecting their gauntlets and gloves to the weapons they held in their grasp. They were frightening to look at and you could have sworn you felt as if they were watching you, phantom eyes following your every step as you entered the depths of the manor. You could understand why your friends hadn’t liked it here, there was an unsettling feeling that seemed to linger in the dry air. 
When the three of you finally emerged from the corridor, your group spilled out into what appeared to be a grand hall. This room was the most lively compared to the prior ones you had been in. There was a strong fire burning inside the massive fireplace, candles lit in every corner of the room, and a long dining table covered with various foods and vases of dried flowers. But, most importantly, you were not alone. 
Only one person was familiar to you, Yoongi was seated at the table and the mildly bored expression he wore on his face quickly evaporated when he caught sight of you, that sweet gummy smile of his returning full force. 
Namjoon quickly ushered you towards one end of the grand dining table, the head seat on the opposite side of the table. Before he could grasp the chair, another set of hands did, sliding the chair backward and motioning for you to sit. The man that did so had a charming smile on his plush lips, a startlingly handsome face, and chestnut brown hair. 
“Oh, thank you.” You said with a wobbly grin, gently taking a seat as he pushed the chair in. 
“Seokjin, madam,” He said proudly before leaning against the table beside you. “I shall be your host, your ghost host-”
Your host was quickly cut off by a sharp jab to his ribs by another man, forcing a wheeze from Seokjin’s lips that extinguished the laugh that had begun to shake his body at whatever joke he had tried to make. 
“Ghost host?” You echoed, raising your eyebrows. 
“So quiet it’s like he’s not even there.” The man who had struck him said with a loud laugh and a bright smile despite the glare he was shooting at the host. 
“Hoseok, madam, I’m the groundskeeper of the estate,” He said with a slight bow, “It’s wonderful to see you.”
To see you? Didn’t he mean to meet you?  
“You’re the groundskeeper?” You asked, your eyes darting to the windows to take in the shriveled state of the gardens outside. 
Hoseok suddenly looked rather bashful and forlorn compared to his bright disposition from before. “I’m afraid I haven’t been able to go outside and tend to them in a long while.”
“I see, because of the weather.”
“The weather, of course.” He said with a sharp jerk of his head that seemed to imply otherwise. 
“Enough of their boring prattle, wouldn’t you rather speak with me, my lady?” Another voice chimed in, a cold finger stroking over the delicate bones of your hands sending tingles throughout the skin like what had happened with Jungkook.
You almost hadn’t noticed the other stranger seated at the table, but he too was just as beautiful and timeless as the other men, with full lips, sultry eyes, and raven-colored hair. 
“Jimin.” Jungkook coldly said from his seat at the head of the table, his gaze dark and full of warning as he watched Jimin withdraw his hand. 
“Oh come on, cousin, I’m just having a little fun.”
“The last thing you need is another woman in your life, Jimin.” Seokjin snorted, the tips of his fingers tracing his wine-filled goblet. 
“That’s true, he’s had more marriages than he can count on one hand.” Hoseok chuckled. 
Jimin seemed to only take their teasing remarks in stride, a proud smile parting his plush, red lips. “What can I say, I’m a lady killer.” 
Maybe you would have laughed at the comment had he not stared at you in a painful stretch of silence for far too long with a smile that was a little too wide. You forced a laugh and turned your head away despite still feeling his phantom gaze lingering on your profile. 
Jungkook called your name from the end of the table, instantly garnering your attention, “You haven’t touched your food.” He said, his voice laden with concern. 
Your eyes flickered down to the plate in front of you that was filled with heavenly-smelling dishes, your stomach twisted in hunger and drool began to pool in the sides of your mouth. You were incredibly hungry, you couldn’t remember the last thing you had eaten that day. 
It was the sudden jerk of your chair that pulled you back into the moment, Namjoon had kicked the leg of your chair as he had passed by, pausing to top off Jimin’s drink. You looked toward him and then back to your plate, remembering his stern instructions to not eat or drink anything. 
“Oh, I’m not very hungry, I ate just before I got here.” You lied. 
Jungkook seemed to deflate a little from your words, his posture slouching as a frown pulled at the corners of his lips, his eyes looking at you in an almost pleading manner, like a puppy begging for table scraps. 
“I’m sure it’s lovely though, it smells wonderful!” You rambled, afraid to offend anyone at the table. 
“Darling, won’t you have just a little taste? I’m just dying to know what you think of my arrangement.” Your host, Jin, asked with a laugh as he leaned forward. 
“Maybe later, I’m a little queasy at the moment.” You lied once more with a regretful smile. 
“I’ll hold you to that.” He said with a slow blink and a slight quirk of his full lips. 
“Well, don’t let me stop you, aren’t any of you going to eat?” You said, attempting to divert the attention away from yourself. 
The men seated at the table all gave each other a knowing look, one that conveyed a message you were not privy to. Hoseok was the easiest to read out of everyone there, you could see the look of anxiety present in not only his face but his entire body. You couldn’t help but think how strange that was. 
But, before you could think too hard about it, you were suddenly hit with a cold splash, one that stole the breath from your lungs and enticed a shocked gasp to free itself from your mouth. Your top and your pants were soaked in a thick, red, liquid with a strong scent. 
“Please forgive me, that was an honest mistake.” Namjoon said, his voice not anywhere as remorseful as you would have liked considering you were now soaked with wine. 
“The clumsiest butler there ever was.” Yoongi chuckled, although his shoulders were quite tense, his body betrayed his true emotions. 
“Namjoon!” Jungkook cried, standing up so quickly his chair slid back. He quickly began to round the long table and rushed to your side, embarrassing you even more than you already were. 
“Forgive me, young master.” Namjoon repeated, this time his head bowed down and regret was clear in his tone. 
“I’ll deal with you later.” Jungkook seethed, refusing to look at Namjoon. “Are you alright, darling?” 
“I’m fine really, like Namjoon said, it was just an accident.” You replied, the word accident coming out much harsher than you intended it to. 
Jungkook shrugged the jacket he had been wearing off and gently draped it around your shoulders as he, almost frantically, checked you over. Despite the initial chaos of everything going on around you, you couldn’t help but notice the lack of warmth that clung to the coat. It was almost like you had just picked it out of the closet instead of taking it from the man who was now crouched before you. 
Everything about the manor was just so strange. Wasn’t it supposed to be abandoned? That was what your friends had told you at least. But that didn’t make any sense, there were clearly six other men in the flesh and bone inhabiting the same room as you were. 
“You’re not fine, look at you, you’re completely drenched.” He huffed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and eyes burning with the unextinguished coals of anger.
“If I may, sir?” Namjoon asked, eyes choosing to be trained on you instead of whom he was talking to. 
“Go ahead.” Jungkook answered, his jaw clenched. 
“I could show our guest to her quarters and provide her with a change of clothes, allow her to settle in for the night.”
“For the night?!” You exclaimed. 
“Of course, my dear, the river has overflown, I’m afraid no one will be leaving the manor tonight.” Hoseok chimed in, you hadn’t noticed he had moved but now he stood by the tall windows, pulling the curtains aside to peer out into the courtyard. 
And he was most certainly right, the river was swollen and the courtyard was steadily being submerged by the rising water. 
“But I can’t stay! I need to get home, my brother needs me!” 
“Don’t fret, it’s only for the night, you can be on your way tomorrow, right Jungkook?” Jimin added, a devilish smirk on his lips. 
“Tomorrow, of course.” He eventually replied, teeth tugging at his lower lip. 
You turned once more to gaze outside, almost like you could will away the flash flood and the pelting rain. A sudden flash of lightning and a deep roll of thunder had you huddling back into your chair, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to try and leave. After all, you still had ways to go and some sleep could be good for you. 
“If you’ll follow me,” Namjoon said, pulling your chair back and raising his arm up, gesturing to the corridor you had previously come from. 
Before you could stand on your own Jungkook hastily rose to his full height and lowered his hand to you, offering to help you up. You gave him a thankful smile and slipped your hand into his as he guided you up. That feeling had returned again, stronger than it was earlier. Cold shocks ran over your skin and the urge to pull away and flee was strong. But you couldn’t understand why. No one there had done anything wrong, well maybe everyone excluding the head butler. 
They had offered you shelter from the storm, a storm that certainly could have killed you, welcomed you kindly and even offered to feed you and give you a room. Jungkook himself, the master of the house, had been so accommodating. 
So why did your skin crawl when he touched you? Why did your heart thump pathetically fast in fright when he came too close? And why did you have this morbid feeling that facing your death in the storm would be far better than staying a second longer on the grounds of the manor?
“I’d like to see you, once you settle in, of course,” Jungkook said as he handed you off to Namjoon. “I’ll be around.”
You gave him a nod in confirmation before saying your goodbyes to the other men you had briefly met and then retreated back into the musty, dark hallways with the tall butler by your side. 
Once you felt like you were far away enough, you decided to confront Namjoon. “What was all of that about?!”
“The more you know, the more danger you’ll be in,” Namjoon replied, his face was tense but there was panic buried in the depths of his dark eyes. 
“What does that even mean? First, you try to throw me out, then you deny me food, and then you dump wine all over my clothes! What the hell is going on here?!”
“Listen to me, there are some things that are better off left buried and undisturbed.” He said, fixing with you with a firm look as he came to a stop on the second floor in front of a heavy mahogany door. 
“Stay in your room, do not leave without me, do not speak to anyone.” He instructed before pushing the door open and showing you inside. 
The air in the room was just as stale as the rest of the house, the space dimly lit with several flickering candles. The room was extravagant in a gaudy way, thick carpets, curtains, and duvets decorated the room in varying shades of crimson and merlot with accents of gold. Much like every other room you had seen, it was like it had been preserved long ago in a different time from today. There was a grand fireplace at one end of the room that was already lit with flames that crackled loudly in the quietness between you and the butler. 
“Do you order everyone else around like this, or is it just me.” You bitterly laughed, plopping yourself down on the all too soft mattress. 
The butler’s back was to you but you could still tell what you had said greatly affected him. His gloved hands were clenched and there was a slight shake to his shoulders. You could hear him harshly swallow before clearing his throat. 
“I do what is best for everyone, including you.” 
And then, he was gone. 
“Does everyone here just vanish without notice?” You asked yourself with an annoyed huff. It seemed like they were incredibly good at coming and going in complete silence. 
You sat on the bed for a few more moments, your fingers picking at the frayed hem of the duvet. You could hear the pounding of the rain against the window panes and the crackle of the fire. But other than that, there was silence and you had been left to your thoughts. 
Your clothes had become uncomfortably sticky since the incident at dinner, and now all you wanted to do was peel them off. Your gaze landed at the foot of the bed where a bundle of fresh clothing laid, you couldn’t help but wonder how it had gotten there considering you didn’t remember seeing it when you had first entered. You clenched your eyes shut and let out an exhale from your nose, you had undergone plenty of stress in the past twenty four hours, you could chalk up the memory loss to that. 
You rose to your feet and gently unraveled the fabric. To your surprise, it was a full-length, white, satin, and lace gown. It looked too fancy to be sleepwear but not extravagant enough to be an evening gown. It was right in between, an elegant and rather beautiful dress. There was a part of you that felt completely ridiculous as your wet clothes slapped down against the thick carpet beneath your feet and you shimmied the silken gown down over your shoulders and hips. But, you couldn’t deny how lovely the fabric felt and how well it fit, almost like it had been tailored to your exact measurements. 
But that was ridiculous and, not to mention, impossible. 
Now dry and comfortably clothed, you were feeling rebellious. After all of the hell the butler had given you that night, you were more than inclined to the idea of frustrating him beyond belief. So you decided to break two of his three rules, you were going to leave your room and you were going to traverse the halls of the manor without him. 
The heavy door thudded shut loudly behind you causing you to jump in surprise. It had closed far louder than you had anticipated. But that was about to be the least of worries. The most pressing matter now was the light emanating from around the otherwise dark corner. 
Your fingers twisted anxiously in the fabric of your dress as you looked towards the origin of the light. Maybe Namjoon had warned you against leaving for a reason. And a reason that was much graver than him just being a dick to you. 
But in the end, your curiosity won over your sense of self-preservation. 
It was almost like it was beckoning you to come closer, it felt like you couldn’t control your body like your feet were blindly leading you forward and around the bend to the source of the thrumming light. 
At the very end of the hallway was a large door with a strong, green, pulsating light bleeding from beneath the door and illuminating the hallway with an eerie glow. But, what was even more startling was that the door appeared to be moving. It was expanding and contracting almost like it was it was breathing. 
There was a horrible feeling in your stomach that was telling you to turn away but your mind refused to listen and urged your legs to carry you unbearably closer to the very thing that was flooding your veins with the unmistakable cold shock of fear. 
And as you finally approached the ominous door, your hand raised and latched onto the doorknob. Upon contact the door ceased moving and appeared to be nothing more than normal. And, as if you were compelled, you twisted the knob and entered the room. 
The first thing you noticed upon entering was how eclectic the room was. There were so many items in the space that you had no idea how anyone could navigate it. There were herbs, books, crystals, stones, and unlabeled bottles that contained glowing fluids you were unfamiliar with. But, most strange, was what was in the center of the room.  There was a large, round table decorated with candles, a deck of cards, smaller crystals, and a massive crystal ball that was thrumming with the green light that had called to you moments before. 
But what was even more surprising was the man seated behind the crystal ball. For one, he was absolutely stunning, much like the other men that inhabited the manor. He had honey skin, dark wavy hair, and eyes such a rich green that they rivaled that of the crystal ball. His ears were decorated in various piercings and his fingers wore many rings along with his wrists that were covered in bracelets. And of course, he too wore clothes that you hadn’t seen any men of your era wearing. But damn, did it suit him so well. 
You were momentarily shocked by the sound of your name leaving his lips accompanied by a somewhat guilty yet amused smile. 
“How do you know my name?” You asked, your posture and voice rather defensive. 
“I know all.” He ominously replied, long elegant fingers tracing the crystal ball before him. 
“Right, of course, silly me.” You scoffed with a shake of your head. “What should I call you? Fortune Teller?” 
“Those who know me, call me Taehyung.” He grinned. 
“Taehyung the Fortune Teller.” You nodded in disbelief. 
“Not quite,” He mused before nodding his head, the chair opposite of him sliding out towards you, “But close enough.” 
You froze in shock, dumbly staring at the chair in front of you. Yeah, you didn’t have an explanation for that one. It wasn’t unheard of for frauds to rig things like this in their shops, but from what you could see, nothing was attached to the chair and you had no idea how he had done that. 
“Have a seat, please.” 
You slowly lowered yourself down onto the chair, and the minute you had situated yourself in it, the chair flung forward and pinned itself to the table as you shrieked in fright. 
“Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you.” He attempted to soothe you with his deep voice. 
“This chair is moving on its own and has me trapped and you expect me not to be scared?!” You yelled, your hands gripping the arms of the chair as you attempted to scoot away only for a strong force to keep you frozen in place. 
“I need to be sure you won’t leave before I tell you what must be known.”
“What must be known?” You echoed, still frazzled from what had just happened. 
“Yes, you are in grave danger.”
“Danger? What kind of danger?”
“I have sensed a great darkness looming in your near future, the longer you stay here, the stronger it grows.” 
“I don’t even want to be here, I want to leave, I need to get to my brother, this was never supposed to happen!”
“All things are as they should be.”
“What does that even mean?!”
“You were destined to walk these halls once more, you’ve returned to us, but you cannot stay.” He continued, a deep sadness reflecting in his eyes as he reached out to you and grazed the back of your hand with his fingers. 
“Do you only speak in riddles? I need answers, if I’m truly in danger then I need to find a way out of here, I need your help.” 
“I cannot help you.”
“And why not?” 
“I am bound by forces you do not understand, what I have told you is a warning, that is all I can give you, anything more will bring doom upon the inhabitants of this manor.” 
“I don’t know why I am even listening to you, you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” 
That seemed to strike a nerve. 
Taehyung lurched forward, grabbing hold of both of your wrists and tugging you towards him, pinning your forearms down to the table. 
“What are you doing?! Let go of me!” 
“I may not be able to give you guidance, but there are others who can, those who are not bound like myself.” 
“Didn’t you hear me? I said let go!”
Taehyung ignored you, his eyes sliding shut as he began to recite an incantation so softly you almost couldn’t hear it, but you still managed to. 
“Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they're at. Rap on a table; it's time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond.”
The room was almost immediately plunged into darkness, the only source of light being the green crystal ball and the few candles that littered the table. But, what was most horrifying, was what you couldn’t see in the dark. Cold gusts of air misted over your body and goosebumps raised on your skin leaving tingles behind like someone had touched you, but both of Taehyung’s hands were on yours and he was the only other person in the room with you. 
You screamed in fright as a disembodied low pitch, raspy whisper was uttered directly beside your ear, a cold chill racing down the length of your arm like someone was pressed up beside you, but no one was there. 
“Remember,” the phantom voice whispered. 
Several images flashed behind your eyes, but none of them made sense, they were fragmented, disjointed, and unrecognizable. A bloody hatchet, a blood-curdling scream, innocent doe eyes, a casket, a wedding, and a delicate cup of rich dark tea. 
But there was one thing that was familiar, the horrible pit of dread in your stomach. 
“Trust your enemy, deceive your friend,” Taehyung said. 
And, just like that, the light turned back on, the crystal ball dimmed, and the chair slid back from the table. 
And, without a second thought, you ran. 
You were so terribly frightened. You had never been one to believe in the supernatural, you were a skeptic at heart and mind but being confronted with whatever that was was enough to have your heart racing, adrenaline coursing through your blood, and tears rushing down your face as you blindly sped down the hallway, the door slamming shut behind you. 
You were so distraught, so completely and utterly horrified, you didn’t see the person standing in the hallway that you were running directly towards. But before the two of you could collide, a pair of hands gripped your biceps and forced you to stop, pulling another terrified cry from your mouth as your eyes clenched shut and you attempted to wriggle free, terrified to see another specter touching you.  
You could feel hands cupping your cheeks, tilting your head up to force you to look at whoever it was. Fingers gently brushed your tears away as you blinked rapidly, attempting to see who the figure was. You sniffed heavily as he continued to wipe your cheeks, and once your eyes finally focused you knew who it was. 
“Jungkook?” You weakly asked. 
He softly whispered your name back to you, his dark doe eyes so wide in wonder and something else...something that almost bled affection. His brows had pulled together in stress as he checked you over like your crying was the result of some physical harm to yourself. 
“You’re shaking, sweetheart, what happened?” He asked, firmly pulling you in closer to him as his hands settled on the curves of your waist. 
Your heart fluttered for a moment, chills seeping into your bones before your mind traveled back to the room down the hall and your shaking began to worsen. There was something ingrained in your body that was begging you to flee from the beautiful man in front of you, but the fear from what had transpired moments before was overpowering it. 
Before you could even try to stop it a sob broke free from your throat, your shoulders shook, and fat tears ran down your cheeks. You were so infuriated with yourself that all you could do was cry, you hated crying, hated appearing fragile. But here you were, knees weak in front of a man you barely knew because of a little scare. 
“Oh, no, darling, please don’t cry.” He begged, desperately trying to dry your already damp cheeks. “Here, come with me, I’ll take care of you.” 
His hand rested on the middle of your back as he began to guide you back towards the grand staircase, further away from the demons that had spoken to you and further away from the supposed safety of your room. Namjoon’s words from before were strong in your mind but you couldn’t fathom being alone after what had happened, and besides, Jungkook was kind, he wouldn’t harm you. 
Or so you thought. 
Jungkook had led you back towards the dining hall, pulling the chair that sat at the head of the table out and guiding you to sit. To your horror, he lowered himself down to his knees and grasped your hands in his own, staring up into your eyes in what could only be described as worship. 
“Please, get off the floor.” You sniffled, your eyes still tearing up as you looked back at him in embarrassment. 
“You’re worrying about me when you’re clearly the one in distress?” He asked although it wasn’t sarcastic, but genuine worry. 
“I’m not worried, it’s just weird.” 
That one forced a chuckle out of him, a fond look evident on his features as his fingers gently smoothed over the backs of your hands. The way he treated you reminded you of long-lost lovers reuniting but that only made a pit settle in your stomach. Although he was, by all means, a perfect gentleman, pleasing to look at and oh so kind, your skin crawled in his presence. You wish you knew why. 
“Won’t you tell me what happened? I don’t like to see such a beautiful woman so upset.” 
“I met Taehyung.” You said, choosing to ignore that last part of his statement. 
His expression immediately hardened, the kindness draining out of him in a flash. “You met Taehyung?” 
You nodded, hesitantly. “Yeah, I did. And it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.” 
“What did he tell you?” 
You paused for a moment, going over what you remembered in your mind. Taehyung’s final words echoed in your head, “Trust your enemy, deceive your friend.” As much as you hated your meeting with the fortune teller, you couldn’t help but think critically about what he had told you. That horrible feeling in your body, that pit in your stomach whenever you were around Jungkook, maybe it was all for a reason. Maybe, Namjoon was the only one you could trust and Jungkook wasn’t. 
“He...he didn’t say much, the room went black and I could see and hear things moving around, touching me and whispering to me. It was horrible, I don’t believe in those things they aren’t supposed to be real.” 
Jungkook’s body relaxed although there was now an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You don’t believe in ghosts?” 
“I don’t, I mean, I didn’t? I...I don’t know what to believe in anymore.” 
“I see. Allow me to take your mind off of things?” He asked, rising up to his full height and completely towering over your seated form. 
You hesitantly nodded, before taking the hand he extended and standing beside him. He gently guided your hand to the crook of his elbow in a gentlemanly manner and began to walk with you. 
“I could tell you the story of this manor.” He suggested, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor echoed throughout the silent space. 
You jerked your head in a nod and matched his pace. 
“The manor has been passed down through my family from generation to generation, and as such we have amassed a great wealth. But inheritance wasn’t the only thing that followed us, the manor has a history of misfortune and despair.” 
“Misfortune?” You echoed. 
“Yes, it started a long time ago and has plagued the family ever since,” He nodded, pulling you further into the manor. 
The corridor the two of you were walking down was dark, the walls covered in thick curtains and ornate portraits. The portraits were rather strange, there was something about them that made you intensely uncomfortable. You could see a woman lounging on a chaise, a ship caught in a storm, a man wearing a tophat hunched over, a woman with a penetrating stare, and a portrait of a dignified man that looked not unlike the host from earlier that night, Seokjin.  
“But, there was no greater misfortune than that of my great grandfather.”
“What was his misfortune?”
“He fell in love,” Jungkook said, his words trailing off for a moment, his gaze going glassy as he turned to look at you. It seemed like he was somewhere else, a different time and a different place than now. 
“How could love make misfortune?” You asked, snapping him out of his daze. 
“You would be surprised.” He sighed before continuing your walk and bringing you into what appeared to be a study, although to you it looked more like a library with the massive bookshelves that towered over you, each holding impressive marble busts that you could have sworn were following you and Jungkook as you walked through the room. 
“Marriages of convenience were far too common not too long ago. The Jeon estate was set to be joined with the Blackwell estate, the two most influential families this once-bustling town had ever seen.” He explained, pausing to make sure you were listening. 
“My great grandfather was to be wed to the eldest daughter of the Blackwell family, despite him begging his father to dissolve the engagement.” 
“Why did he want to break it off if arranged marriages were so common?”
“Because he loved another and he could not fathom a life where she was not his. This is the very room where he saw her for the first time.” He said, releasing his arm from your hold to guide you in front of him, his chest flush against your back. 
“Right there is where she was.” He mumbled, his voice directly beside your ear as his hands slipped down your shoulders to brace your biceps.
You swallowed uncomfortably as you looked towards where he was looking, there was an extension to the library that almost looked like a greenhouse. The walls and roof were made entirely of glass with several chandeliers hanging from the metal beams. There was a grand piano in the middle of the little atrium and it was surrounded by dried and decaying flowers that were still withering away. 
“She had accompanied her father and her elder sister all the way to our estate, but as the youngest daughter, she was often overlooked and forgotten. But my great grandfather, he couldn’t help but see her.”
“So, that was his misfortune? He was promised to her sister?”
“No...not quite.” He said, his voice lower than before, a dark edge to his words. “If only it had been that simple.” 
It was quiet again, although this time the silence held an intense gravity, you were getting that feeling again, the one that was telling you you would be better off far away from him. And now, Taehyung’s ominous warning was even clearer and stronger than before. You couldn’t trust Jungkook. 
But, you also couldn’t go on until your curiosity was satiated. That was your fatal flaw. 
“What happened?” 
“The eldest daughter grew ill a few weeks before their wedding, she was bedridden and her health was rapidly declining. And, before you knew it, she had passed. Her sister was heartbroken, she was distraught, but in her despair she and my great grandfather found one another. And, in the haste to merge the two estates, she was to become his new bride.” 
You couldn’t understand why, but there was something telling you Jungkook wasn’t revealing the entirety of the story to you. It felt incomplete somehow like you had heard it before but couldn’t remember the finer details. 
You were walking again, his hand now brushing the small of your back, his left side snug against your right like he was afraid to let you wander too far from his grasp. This walk was more familiar, if you remembered correctly you were heading towards the ballroom you had first entered when you had initially arrived at the manor. 
“So, he got what he wanted then? He was going to marry the woman he fell in love with.” You were searching for clarification now, the sister’s death was unfortunate but his great grandfather would have gotten what he desired. 
“As I said, it’s not that simple, darling.” 
You bristled at the pet name, there was energy in the air, it almost felt like lightning was about to strike. Something was about to happen but you didn’t know what and if you were being totally honest with yourself, you were scared. 
You were in the ballroom now, it was dark and dingy with cobwebs galore and sparsely lit candles to illuminate the vast space. There was something terrifying about it, a distant wisp of a memory slipping through the darkest recesses of your mind. 
“The day they were meant to be wed he found her in her room, motionless and limp. She had taken her own life.” 
“That’s...that’s terrible.” That was all you could manage to say. “Why did she do it?”
What you had said appeared to strike a nerve within him, his jaw tensing and his raven locks obscuring his eyes as he turned. The look on his face was a cross between immense distress and anger, he looked like he was at his breaking point. 
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
“Jungkook, what are you talking about?” You slowly asked, taking a hesitant step backward in an attempt to make as much distance between the two of you before he noticed.
But luck was not on your side, he had noticed you trying to escape from him again. 
“I know you remember, you must remember!” He shouted, spinning on his heels to face you. “How could you not remember how much I loved you? I did anything and everything to be with you! You were promised to me and I was to you, remember?!”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, you’re scaring me!” You cried, your steps quickening as he began to rapidly approach your retreating form. 
“I have waited centuries for you to return, you don’t get to abandon me again, not this time!”
“ think that I’m her? You’re insane!”
“I don’t think, I know. It must be you, there is no other possibility.” He stubbornly said, his hand capturing your wrists and tugging you towards him.  “You belong to me and I to you, I’ll make you remember.”
“You’re not making me do anything, let go of me!”
“No! This is where we were going to be wed, this is where we would have had our first dance as husband and wife! How could you throw it all away? How could you forget?!” He cried, his grasp tightening as his voice became louder and louder. 
But, what was worst of all was what was happening all around you. The once empty ballroom was now packed tightly with masked dancing phantoms, you could feel the skirts of the ballgowns brushing against you, you could feel their penetrating stares, and you could see directly through them as they swung through the room in time with the out of tune piano.
You couldn’t stop the cries of fright that were coming from you as you tried to flee, Jungkook’s unrelenting grasp anchoring you to your spot. All you could do was clench your eyes shut and turn your head away in an effort to blind yourself from what you were seeing. It was all far too much for you to handle and with the way you could barely get a breath of air into your lungs you felt like you were going to pass out on the spot. 
“I’m not her! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 
“Yes, yes you are, I’ll make you remember.”
And then, his lips were on yours. Your entire body lit up in a horrid wave of chills so strong it had you reeling backward. His lips were cold, absolutely frigid compared to your warmth. In all honesty, it felt like you were kissing a corpse. He had released one of your wrists so that his hand could cradle your jaw and guide you closer to him, that had been his own mistake. As soon as you realized that one of your arms was unfettered you ripped your other free and parted from him with a gasp for air. And then you were stumbling backward, through the crowd of phantom dancers, and sprinting away into the dark halls of the manor. 
You could hear Jungkook calling out to you, his loud voice echoing down the corridors and chasing after you. It felt like no matter where you ran to there was no way you could escape him, he was everywhere. 
You squealed in fright as you rounded a corner and he stepped out of the shadows. “Please sweetheart, stop running, we can be together again.” 
You ignored him, tripping over your own feet as you raced by him, your silken nightgown fluttering dramatically behind you as you sped down the dimly lit hallways. 
“I didn’t mean to frighten you, please, let’s just talk about this.” He begged, appearing out of thin air once more and only worsening the state you were currently in. 
“Go away!” You screamed, refusing to stop and continuing to run. 
“It would only take a few seconds, I swear it won’t hurt, and then we can be together forever just like I promised you.” 
“Leave me alone!” You yelled as you finally approached a familiar sight, your bedroom door. 
You quickly slipped inside and slammed the heavy door shut behind you. And then, you stood there for a moment, your eyes pinned to the entrance waiting for him to appear inside the room like he had done three times before. But, after a few moments of waiting, nothing happened. Jungkook didn’t enter your room, the door didn’t move, and it was utterly silent. 
That was why you nearly jumped out of your skin with a panicked shriek as you felt a hand settle on your shoulder. You whipped around and almost instantly relaxed, a sigh of relief decompressing your chest. 
“I thought I told you to stay in your room.”
“Namjoon.” You nearly cried, your hands hastily wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “Namjoon, something is wrong with Jungkook, something is wrong with this manor!”
“I know, I know everything. That’s why I was trying to keep you safe.”
“ know? You know that Jungkook thinks that I’m-”
“Lady Blackwell, yes.” He confirmed. 
“But I’m not! Listen to me, I am sick and tired of all of these ominous warnings and useless statements! You need to tell me absolutely everything right now!” You demanded, your fists balled up at your sides. 
Namjoon’s jaw tensed, his tongue poking his cheek in irritation. You could see his dark eyes darting around the room, he was thinking very intensely about what he was going to say. 
“No matter what I tell you, you won’t believe me.”
“Convince me then.”
The butler sighed, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose momentarily before he opened his eyes and gestured for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed facing him. 
“Over a hundred years ago, the young master was engaged to the eldest daughter of the Blackwell estate, at first he had few problems with the matter, but upon the family's first visit things began to go awry. He had met you, the youngest of the Blackwell’s.”
“Namjoon that’s imposs-,”
“Let me finish and then you can ask all of the questions you want.” He interrupted you with a warning look in his eyes. 
“Jungkook begged his father to break off the engagement and allow him to marry you instead, but that wasn’t what the two families had agreed upon. Jungkook was young and determined and he could never take no for an answer. So, he knew that the only way the engagement would be dissolved was if your sister were to die. Over the course of several months, he steadily began to poison her, slipping it into her drinks and her meals, and eventually, she grew sick and bedridden,
You were absolutely distraught when she died, you didn’t know what to do with yourself and you wanted nothing to do with Jungkook. You had seen him as an older brother, nothing more. Despite your wishes, you were to take the place of your sister. Jungkook thought that he was finally getting everything he wanted, but he never thought you would guess what he had done. You refused to marry your sister’s killer so you asked me to do something for you.” 
“Namjoon...what did you do?” You whispered. 
He pressed his lips together in stress, his eyes suddenly shining as if he were about to cry. 
“You begged me to kill you. You were religious back then, you didn’t want to take your own life but you couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped in a marriage with him. So I did it, I stole what Jungkook used to poison your sister and I slipped it into your morning tea. You fell asleep and you never woke up again.” 
There was a strange tightness in your throat as you listened to him speak, there was something in the back of your mind telling you what he said was the truth. You couldn’t explain it, it was much like that feeling in Taehyung’s room, the barest hint of a memory buried deep. 
“Why did you listen to me? Why did you do it?”
“I cared for you, I didn’t want to do it but you made me promise you.” He confessed, dropping to his knees in front of you and staring up at you with shining eyes. 
“I don’t understand what this has to do with what’s going on now, I don’t feel like her, I don’t remember what it was like to be her.”
“It’s not about now, it’s about what happened then. After your death, the young master was inconsolable and in his grief, he consorted with the supernatural.”
“Taehyung,” You breathed. 
“Yes, they made a pact, we would trade our lives so you could live again.”
“Why would you do that?! You killed her because she asked, she didn’t want this!”
“And I couldn’t live with myself!” He cried, “I jumped at the chance to bring you back, to right my own wrongs but I’ve only made a mess of things. We all loved you so much in our own way we couldn’t go on without you. Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, and myself are all bound in contract by Taehyung.”
“What happens next? I’m here, wasn’t that the deal?”
“You’re human, you can leave the manor but we can’t. There’s a curse in place, anyone who dies on the grounds of the manor remains trapped here.”
Your stomach turned at his words, you felt like you were going to be sick right then and there. You hadn’t been one to believe in the supernatural or even the afterlife, but now being confronted with the possibility you were going to die you felt like you were going to pass out.
“Is that why you wouldn’t let me eat or drink anything?”
“Everything was poisoned, if you had one drop of wine or one crumb of food, you would have died on the spot.” 
Oh, fuck you were going to be sick. You needed to leave, you needed to get out of there. Without thinking you leapt up from the bed and raced to the bedroom door, ripping it open with more force than you thought you had in your body. But before you could sprint out of the room, you heard something coming down the hall. It was footsteps and they were fast approaching. 
And, upon angling your head out past the door frame you were met with a horrific surprise. At the end of the hallway, Hoseok came to a stop, his face frozen in surprise. And, even worse, there was a large pair of rusty hedge clippers in his hands. 
You didn’t have to ask what they were for. 
“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He begged, sorrow evident in his dark eyes despite the tight grip he had on the tool beside him. 
Before you could breathe, scream, or do anything, Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and yanked you back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. 
“Come on, we don’t have much time!” He exclaimed, his hand moving to your wrist and tugging you towards the corner of the room where a wall of bookshelves rested. 
Without hesitation, he reached towards a small bust that rested on the shelf and pushed its head down and towards the two of you, and almost instantly the bookshelf slid away and revealed a dark, damp, and cobweb infested tunnel. 
“Servants passageways, they were built into the house centuries ago, there’s so many in the manor not everyone knows where exactly they are.” He explained, ushering you into the tunnel. 
“Namjoon wait-”
“Hurry, follow the passageway, and don’t stop. I’ll distract the others and come for you when it’s safe.” He instructed you. 
And before you could get another word in, the secret door slid shut and you were enveloped in darkness. You stood there for a moment, paralyzed in confusion and fear before you realized that you needed to get moving. It was incredibly dark and from the smell and the state of the passageway, it was obvious that it hadn’t been in use in a very long time. 
Your hand traced over the brick wall to the right of you, they were cold and rather grimy but it was much better than tripping over your feet and smacking into walls you couldn’t see. Which, ironically, was exactly what happened to you. 
The tip of your shoe connected with a raised surface and had you falling forwards, your hands and knees colliding with more of its kind. Your hands patted the cool stone beneath you, and upon further investigation, you realized what they were: stairs. 
You groaned in pain, rubbing at your knee as you rose back up onto your feet and attempted to gauge the distance of the steps beneath you. At first, you were sure you looked like a newborn deer, sliding all over the place with your arms stretched out at your sides feeling for something to hold on to. But, eventually, you got the hang of it and began your ascent. 
There were so many steps you could feel the muscles of your thighs and calves burning in protest, you had no idea where Namjoon was sending you off too but so far you were not enjoying it. It was the memory of Hoseok and the rusted blades that re-instilled your fervor, forcing you to continue upwards. 
After endless climbing of steps, you finally reached a landing, and with your arms stretched out in front of you, you felt the familiar grain of wood under your palms. It felt like a door. And, with a little effort and a push, it popped forward and slid to the side revealing where exactly you had been trekking to. 
It was the attic.
Through a pair of broken shutters, an eerie moon cast light over the various objects that littered the space. It felt almost like a maze with how many items had been stored there, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got lost in the mess. There were several trunks, chairs, boxes, and portraits laying around, some of them covered in drop cloths and some of them not. But it was the portraits you were more curious about. Specifically, the one that was partially revealed. 
You managed to navigate your way through the eclectic maze, cursing every now and then when your dress would snag on something and scare the shit out of you, thinking that someone had come to find you and kill you. 
When you finally reached the portrait, your stomach dropped and you suddenly realized that you definitely could not deny what Jungkook as well as Namjoon had told you. You were either Lady Blackwell or you were her descendant because when you looked at the portrait you very well could have been looking in a mirror. 
Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé's clothes. 
You stepped away from the portrait, the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach too much to bear. 
The other strange anomaly in the attic was the numerous dresses that were concealed with thin veils. But before you could reach them and further assess them, you felt something underfoot that had you stumbling. Once you regained your balance, you realized what it was. It was a phone, and not an unfamiliar one. 
What was even more surprising was that you could turn it on, and it looked like it had been there for a while. The manor was strange enough, for your sake, it was better not to question it. Once the screen was unlocked, your stomach dropped. 
The last app that had been opened was the contacts catalog, and once again, your very own face was staring back at you. You were the last number the phone had called. It was all starting to make sense. 
This was your roommate's phone, the one she had lost when she was dared to enter the manor. You didn’t recognize the number that had called you that morning because you had deleted her contact when she got a new phone and a new number. The call about your brother, that wasn’t from the hospital, it came from here. 
When your roommate left her phone behind someone in the manor must have found it and from there found you. They had lured you right to them, your brother was perfectly fine. You had been tricked. 
“Son of a bitch!”
You let out a cry of frustration, picking up the phone and chucking it into one of the brick walls so hard the screen cracked and its light dimmed. 
You took a few moments for yourself, allowing yourself to breathe in and out deeply, over and over again until you could feel your heart slowing and breathing returning to normal. 
Once you were ready, you decided to distract yourself. Right, the wedding dresses. You came nearer to them, and in shock, you realized that there were six of them in total. All of them were gorgeous, probably the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen, but they had yellowed with age and were stained with the stale scent of the attic. 
Upon further investigation, you realized that beside each of the spread-out wedding dresses, there were portraits to accompany them. Your eyes scanned over each, taking in the sight of the beautiful brides with their glowing smiles. But another thing you quickly noticed was that all six of them shared the same groom. 
It was Jimin. 
At the moment of your realization, you heard a door squeak open and the steady click of shoes against the aged, wooden floors. 
Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed as you spun around helplessly, your dress flaring as you attempted to locate a hiding spot. And with the footsteps coming closer, you leaped behind a pile of wedding gifts, still wrapped, and curled into yourself. 
“I heard you up here, scuttling around like a mouse in the walls.” The voice mused, you could hear their smile ingrained in their voice. You were sure you knew who it was, it sounded exactly like Jimin with that uncomfortable flirtatious edge to his voice. 
“Come out now, there’s no sense in hiding. Wouldn’t you rather get this over quickly?” He said. 
A loud thud echoed to your left causing you to flinch and your hand to slap over your mouth before you could whimper in surprise. There was a horrible noise coming closer, it sounded like metal scraping against wood. Against your better judgment, you peaked through a gap in the presents and what you saw was horrifying enough to make your blood run cold. 
It was definitely Jimin. His jacket was gone and his sleeves had been rolled up to reveal his forearms. He was wearing a pristine white shirt with the top buttons undone and a wicked smile on his lips. 
But what was worst of all, was the sight of the hatchet in his right hand, the blade dragging behind him on the wood as he walked through the attic slowly and confidently, like a predator in the midst of a hunt. 
Your fingers tensed over your mouth as you felt a cry welling up in your throat. Of all of the ways to die, this one had to be the worst. 
“You know, you probably should have just let Jin or Jungkook do it. They would have put you down easy. But me? Oh, I want to take my time with you, darling.” 
The scratching of the blade was louder now, his footsteps were even closer than before. You had this feeling in the pit of your stomach that he knew exactly where you were.
“You should be honored, you can be my lucky number seven,” He chuckled, “They didn’t know what they were getting into when they married me. Till’ death do we part, they vowed. For better or...for worse. In sickness, and in wealth. But we both got what we wanted in the end. They got to become a wife, and I got to keep their dowry.” 
He was a black widow. 
Silence fell over the attic and you became painfully aware of everything else. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears, your heartbeat was borderline cacophonous, and no matter how hard you tried to muffle it your breaths were like nails on a chalkboard. 
Your entire body froze with fright. You could hear him humming a tune behind you now, and you distinctly knew it was “Here Comes The Bride.” 
“There you are,” He cooed, causing you to whip around and scramble backward on your hands. 
He was standing over you, the pile of presents forming a flimsy makeshift barrier between the two of you. The smile on his face was so horrible, it was just too wide and far too exciting. He easily raised the hatchet up, rested the handle on his shoulder. There was blood dried into the wood. 
“Come on out, darling. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” He said before slamming his boot into the pile of presents and toppling them over one another. 
That snapped you out of it. 
You quickly turned over and sprung up onto your feet, sprinting away from him. He had been standing in front of the passageway you had come from and the closest exit was the shuttered window. 
You could hear him laughing behind you as you stumbled over yourself, ripping the shutters of the window open. You squeezed yourself through it in a panic, leading yourself onto the balcony at the back of the manor. It was still raining, fat drops of water rushing out from the sky, the balcony was slick from the rain. 
You ran forward, your hands gripping the slick railing as you leaned over. There was no way you could survive that fall, you were too far high up. That was when you realized, you were cornered. There was nowhere else to go. You were going to die. 
Jimin slipped through the window with ease, an amused and playful smile greeting you as both of his hands wrapped around the handle of the hatchet. 
“Taehyung said you have to die on our grounds, but he didn’t say how, did he?” He mused, slowly walking towards you, reminding you of your inescapable fate. 
You leaned back against the railing, pushing your body and weight flush against it as you closed your eyes, waiting for Jimin to reel that hatchet back and hack into your flesh with it. But that feeling did not come.
“Jimin.” That was Jungkook’s voice. 
You opened your eyes to see Jungkook firmly grasping the hatchet, he was enraged. “I told you, no, I warned you not to touch her.”
“I wasn’t going to touch her, Kookie, I was going to kill her.” Jimin snorted with a roll of his eyes. 
“Not like this, I told you we weren’t going to do it this way. She deserves to die calmly, not to be hacked apart like tomorrow evening’s dinner.”
“That’s what you want, Taehyung just said she had to die and you don’t have the guts to do it. Let me handle it, this is what I’m good at.”
“I said I’ll take care of it, she’s mine.”
“And by ‘take care of it’ you mean slipping poison into her tea? She’s not going to fall for that, it’s better this way, you’ll thank me later.”
“Jungkook, please,” You tried, your eyes glossy with unshed tears, “don’t let him do this, I don’t want to die!”
His face tensed up in pain, his eyes darting between you and the gleam of the blade. 
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” He said with a smile that looked more like a grimace, “I won’t let him hurt you, we can do things my way, okay?”
“No!” You cried, your chest heaving as your tears finally broke free. “I don’t want to die! I want to live, I don’t want any of this but none of you will listen to me!”
“Sweetheart-” He tried again, attempting to walk over to you.
“No, stay away from me, I won’t let you kill me!” You screeched, pressing yourself even closer to the railing behind you as the sky shattered and shook with shards of lighting and rolls of thunder. 
“It’s alright, it won’t hurt a bit and I’ll be with you the entire time. It’ll feel like you're drifting off to sleep.” He attempted to comfort you, a gentle smile being cast your way. 
“Go fuck yourself!” You spat as you realized you could not move any further, you were pinned. “I am not her, she is not me, and we don’t love you!”
And with that, the final roll of thunder shook the house, the railing behind you creaked and collapsed, your feet slid out from under you, and you went careening off the balcony, plummeting down to the ground below as your once pure white dress fluttered helplessly around. 
The last thing you could see was Jungkook’s face. He looked shocked and panicked, but you could also see he was relieved. He was happy he wasn’t the one who had to kill you. 
No, you took care of that yourself. Again. 
It seemed like no matter what life you were born into, it was always destined to end the same way. You would always take your own life. Whether it be intentional or completely an accident. Fate was a bitch. 
And with a sharp crack of your neck and the splintering of your bones, you died. 
And then, you were back on the balcony, right where the railing had given way, and you were staring down at your own mangled body, your white dress coated in mud and steadily being dyed a crimson red. 
Arms tightly wound themselves around your waist, his face pressed into the juncture between your neck and shoulder as the two of you looked over the horrific shell of your body laying limply in the mud. 
“I knew you would come back to me,” He breathed in happiness as he laid a shaky kiss to the column of your throat. 
You stood there silently, numbly in shock as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from what remained of your flesh and bone.
“Even in death, you are always meant to be mine.”
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aajjks · 12 days ago
The Conqueror | Teaser.
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Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.
Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner Reader.
note. wanna be tagged, reply under this post only! 👀❤️ lmk what you think, please please share your feedback! 😩❤️ also I love jungkook. lol if u think about it, he’s literally the conqueror of my heart LOLLL…
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He was the epitome of cruelty.
Jeon Jungkook, was the name of the King that ruled over Korea, His name alone was enough to make the people of his empire cower with fear. He was the one who changed the whole destiny. of the great Jeon empire.
The tales of his cruelty and his countless terrible deeds were infamous. King Jeon was was infamous. He was the one who wrote every single of his victories with the ink of blood. His command was the death certificate for countless of people. His huge palace was void of every sound except of bloodcurdling screams.
He wasn’t the one to forgive or forget. People at one point even began to believe that he didn’t have an organ in his body that could be capable of beating. His hands were like blades, his eyes were like a hawk, lips of a sinner and the soul of a devil.
So imagine, what could happen if a man no less than the devil himself fell in love with someone who was no less than an angel herself?
The name of his infatuation was Y/N L/N, and this bloodied, thrilling, pitiful tale is hers, the girl who drove the cruel king mad.
He could do anything to have her and she would do anything to free herself from his grip.
The devil and the angel weren’t made for each other after all, but the devil would never understand that, but the angel wouldn’t forget that.
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chinkbihh · 6 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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—WARNINGS : NON-CON, MC IS UNCONSCIOUS, somnophilia, unprotected sex, Jungkook is very delusional and a hypocrite, he calls mc dumb, hinted male masturbation, UNEDITED ( this is very rushed, if you see any incomplete or poorly structured sentences... no you didn’t )
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Jungkook stands with his back pressed against the door of your room, exhaling heavily. He watches your chest rise upward and descend, eyes closed, blissfully lost in dreamland, unaware of his unwanted presence in your room. Jungkook didn't mean to sneak into your room and watch you sleep, he never did. But you hadn’t closed the door all the way and when he saw a glimpse of you through the crack of the door, sprawled across the bed, he just couldn’t resist. For him, this was too good an opportunity to ignore. He knew that you would not be up for a while, owing to the sleeping pills you'd taken. This is everything he has ever dreamed of, to see you completely helpless and unaware while he gains unrestricted access to your body. It would be a shame if he didn't make the most of this.
Taking small steps towards your bed, he approaches you. Sweat drips down the back of his neck as his heart pumps faster as he gains closer. Slowly, he crouches down next to the bed, grinning gleefully at how close he is to you. He has never been this close to you, despite sharing a house with you. It seems that no matter how hard he tries or what he does, you seem to hate him with all your heart. He always believed that it wouldn't last long, that once you got used to him, everything would be right as rain. But that seems to take forever, making it almost impossible for him to tolerate. There is no one else to blame but your father.
Jungkook never liked him, he was the reason his mother agreed to send him away despite dissent from her own son. In one way, he is grateful to him, he wouldn't have known you if your father had not barged into his life. But that’s about it. Jungkook has never benefited from the man's actions or presence otherwise.
You refuse to address Jungkook at all, all because of your father, in Jungkook's eyes. However, Jungkook couldn't complain either. This game you were playing was certainly feeding something sick inside him, it only drove him to want you more each passing moment.
“You don't mind me joining you, do you noona?” he whispers, like an innocent child asking for permission, yet his intentions were anything but innocent nor did he need permission to join in. He crept onto the bed cautiously, making sure not to make too much noise even though you were out like a light. He lies on his side so that he is facing you, making himself comfortable, a content sigh leaving his lips.
“Wow,” he exhales with a shaky breath, unable to believe just how close he is to you. A light strand of hair cascades over your face, he reaches over and brushes it, his fingers lingering. You look so ..pure and innocent. He could do just about anything right now without anyone knowing about it. No, he reminds himself. Not now. An obvious bulge was visible in his pants, your breasts that were pooling out of your pathetic excuse of a shirt wasn’t helping either. But he was reluctantly ignoring it, wanting to cherish this moment.
“How much longer till you willingly give yourself to me hmm? I’m getting impatient,” he whispers, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over your fingers. It was then that his eyes caught sight of your ring. A simple light pink diamond mounted on a skinny band of smaller diamonds.
Oh yeah, you are getting married. “ How cute,” he says grumbling to himself, his hands involuntarily tightening around your fingers. You must really love it if you can't even take it off while you're sleeping.
Namjoon...Jungkook had forgotten about him for a moment. Jungkook had always assumed it would be your father interfering between you two. Who would have thought the company lawyer would be so bold to take what should have rightfully been Jungkook’s. Who would have thought that you would have rushed into a marriage so naively? Jungkook finds it quite amusing. He figured you would be smarter than to fall for cheesy lines. But you are not, which is why Jungkook feels the need to be with you all the time, protecting you from those like Namjoon who would prey on your naivete.
“You really are dumb, aren’t you?” he speaks placing his lips on your closed eyelids, bringing his thump up to stroke your lips. “—too dumb to see that he is taking advantage of you,” he places his lips on yours, hands moving under your shirt.
“Shit, I want you so bad,” he curses under his breath, the tent in his pants too obvious for him to ignore. This is wrong, deep down Jungkook knows that. But, in any case, he isn't a person who lives by morals; he never has been and he never will. An unquenchable lust for you and a golden opportunity that presented itself to satisfy that lust, at least for now — Jungkook knew exactly what to do. In his eyes, he was simply enjoying the short and rare time he was getting to spend with you.
Besides, you are meant to be his anyway.
Jungkook hovers over you, making you lie on your back, trailing small kisses down your neck and twisting the buds of your nipples between his fingers. A small whine, so faint that Jungkook almost believed he imagined it, falls from your lips. He pulls back, scanning your face, his mouth curved upward in a smirk.
“You are enjoying this aren’t you?”
His hand slips down your shorts, hooking to the band and pulling them down, revealing your pink cotton panties. An inconspicuous, but not completely invisible, wet patch on the material near the crotch area was all Jungkook needed. He pulls the material aside, running his fingers up your slit.
“What would your husband-to-be think if he saw you like, hm?”
Another whine falls from your lips but this time with a name that Jungkook despises with every fiber of his being.
Joon, namjoon. You are thinking about him.
Of course, you are. What did he expect?
Rage gripped him, coupled with a whiff of sadness. Jungkook wastes no time in pulling his sweats down, pulling the small material of cotton to the side and entering you.
“ Fuck.”
Not even seconds have passed yet he feels as though he could cum right away from how perfectly your walls wrap around him. It’s like you are made to fit him, made to be his. Oh, how he would love to just fuck you silly all day.
Slowly, Jungkook moves his hips, dreading that you might wake up if he moves too fast. His heart longs for this moment to last, wishing he could freeze time to savor this moment forever. Even if Jungkook died right now, he would die a happy man.
You let out small, subtle moans, a small giggle falling from his lips. You are so cute.
“Hmph joon,” you moan out in a mumble. It was incoherent, as light as a breeze, but Jungkook heard it as clear as a day.
“Stop fucking thinking about him,” he growls, his pace picking up, tears stinging at the corner of his eyes.
How could you? When he was right here?
Here he was, loving you the way you deserve to be loved, ready to give himself to you, and what were you doing? Blatantly ignoring him, living like he doesn’t even exist. Jungkook endured all of that, hoping one day you would be in his arms, and now you decide to get married to Namjoon?
“F-fuck,” he moans out as he cums, his seed lining your walls with white. He pulls out, the cotton material now ruined, both your releases mixed now staining the fabric. He slides them down your legs, raising them to his nose and taking a whiff. Fuck, he's getting hard again. But he can't risk staying with you any longer, no matter how badly he wants to, you might wake up anytime now. He cleans you up, changing you into a new, similar pair of undies that he knows you have. This was not his first time going through them.
He sighs, stroking your hair. “Tsk tsk, what would you do without me.” he kisses your cheek one last time before exiting your room, unsure of what to do next. He was competing against a lawyer, after all. He can't just sit around and wait for you to fall into his arms, no. That would've happened by now if it was meant to. A man can only have so much patience. If he wanted to, he could threaten you into leaving Namjoon, but no. He wants you to leave him willingly, he wants you to be so lonely that he is the only person left in your world, broken up to the point where you have no choice but to turn to him for comfort. God, just the thought of it makes him euphoric. He is going to have so much fun.
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pinkcherrybombs · a month ago
Oh My Lucifer | Teaser
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♡ Summary: In hopes of achieving a high mark in your final exam you're willing to give up anything, including your soul. However when your drunken joke of a ritual suddenly comes true, how do you even begin to explain your logic to the seven demon lords seated in front of you.
♡ Genre: Demon Au/ Poly Au.
♡Pairing:OT7 x Female Reader
♡Word Count for Teaser: 700
♡TW: Swearing - each chapter will have an individual TW that fits the chapter best.
♡Chapter One
"Wait, I thought the devil was only one dude," you huff, eyes continuing to look anywhere but at those sitting in front of you. Maybe it's because you refuse to look at them that they feel more intrigued to take in your appearance. Eyes wandering from the lace straps of your sheer nightgown down to the bare legs underneath. Subconsciously, your arms began to cover your chest as you swayed softly waiting for someone else in the room to finally speak.
"The devil is one-person dumbass." The man furthest spoke, fingertips sliding against the round table, allowing for his inked knuckles and rings to shine against the harsh boardroom lights.
Your breath hitches at the sudden response to your initially planned rhetorical question, but not out of fear. Though you usually know it's never a good idea to get snappy in the middle of an unknown situation, your mouth tends to have a habit of moving faster than your brain, especially when you feel offended. Quickly your eyes now meet his gaze as you open your mouth to fire back, asking who the fuck he was, calling you a dumbass. However, your words become silenced as the man continues.
"I swear you kids these days do no fucking research before you try and sell your souls. Do you even know how much paperwork goes into these things?" With an exasperated sigh, his lips begin to curl at the edge forming a smirk, clearly remembering to mention his after thought. Running his hands through his dark almost grey silver hair, he winked before continuing, "Oh, and I'll call you whatever I want, sweetheart. Your thoughts aren't as secret as you think." the last part rang in your head as you watched his mouth remain closed. Great assholes and mind readers fucking perfect for you.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't research the proper way to sell your soul; obviously, I didn't think it would work." Pulling out the chair closest to you, you plopped down, unable to mentally process the situation at hand. A cluster of low chuckles began as you heard footsteps now approaching your seated form, fingers harshly gripping around your chin to force your eyes up. As much as you hate to admit it, he's beautiful, no, ethereal. Raven black curls hanging loosely over the face, eyes hypnotizing you in. Lips slightly parted as he starred with a soft boxy smile. His hand moves downwards, fingernails trailing the sides of your neck before wrapping them around softly, feeling each breath you attempt to swallow. In any other situation, you would have probably thought this was a heavenly sent angel now looking at you. Still, his harsh tone quickly brought you back to reality.
"Listen, brat, we got shit to do, and you're currently in the way of that. So let's get a fucking move on and figure out how your ass ended up here, so we can get your soul, and you can leave." Pulling his fingers away from your neck, he slid his arm under yours and forced you up quickly, letting go, not before giving you a pissed-off glare. One by one, the men lazily got up and began walking towards the exit, not saying a word to your halted form. "If you guys still get my soul, does that mean I get my end of the bargain?" You remained standing, not moving without receiving an answer.
"And what was that?" a voice huffed, clearly getting more and more hostile by the second.
"An A+ on my history final." The words stuttered out, causing you to now realize how stupid the whole idea may have been. But in your defence, most ideas are stupid when you're six vodka shots in, alone on Halloween night and studying for a final worth 45%.
Slowly the men stopped, simultaneously turning their heads to look at you with dumbfounded expressions. Sure they've heard of people selling their souls for money, fame, or love. But never for something like a university final fucking exam. Not even being able to come up with a response, they simply scoffed, walking into the dimly lit hallway, barley even checking if you were following them or not. As you quickly shuffled behind, a hand slithered around your shoulders, pressing you firmly to their side. Leaning down, the dark silver-haired man pressed his lips to your outer ear. You could feel the smirk on his lips heating against your neck before the words even came out. "Dumbass."
A/n : And Cut! This will be my first series (sorry for saying that so much, I’m just super excited!!) so I really hope you guys will enjoy it. I plan on updating about once a week, just for reference, oh and if you'd like to be added to the tag-list you can just reply below. As usual thank you for reading, have a safe and Happy Halloween, Love Y'all bye <3. (also if anyone feels uncomfortable by the title, I do whole heartily apologize in advance. I just found it to be fun play on words.)
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bangtangalicious · a month ago
nexus (m) | masterlist
pairing: ot7 x reader 
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genre: smut, pwp, eventual yandere, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest. but when you’re suddenly being framed for a murder you did not commit, you start to question truth about your life. the truth about the people you swore your loyalty to, and the extent they’ll go to keep it
Automatic weapon A criminal appetite for affection I romanticize murder, know you sweating And I think I got a thing for a felon—nexus by niykee heaton
series warnings: another wild sexual adventure—lots of explicit smut, every part, drug use, arms dealing, themes of revenge, manipulation, greed, obsession, possessive & toxic behaviors, betrayal, blackmail, infidelity, slow burn oh baby you’re gonna feel it, you’re gonna want it, some slight violence, adrenaline rushes for days, some themes of wealth/class/poverty, binormative universe, brief mentions of mxm relationships, stalking/privacy invasion, kim line are brothers
characters: heir/fiancé!taehyung ceo!seokjin therapist!jimin model!hoseok bartender!yoongi bestfriendsbrother/heir!namjoon socialite!reader detective!jungkook
a/n: just posting this now so its there but yeah HELLO SEXY HUMANS! first off, thank you all so much for 1000+ notes on Death Valley. here is my gift to you, a new series! this is something ive had in the works for a while, im super excited about it, its gonna be fucking insane, full of luxury, scandal, hotttt sex but like in a way where you’re like aching for it. its a thriller so, buckle up folks :) i will be doing a posting schedule, itll probably be weekly or biweekly updates <3
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part 0 | smut ft: seokjin x reader, jungkook x reader
⟶ release date: TBA 
in an effort to celebrate your final days as a bachelorette, you head out on the town with your best friend. amidst your shenanigans, you run into a mysterious and alluring man who knows a little too much for his own good
part 1 | smut ft: taehyung x reader
⟶ release date: TBA
young heir Kim Taehyung returns home to get engaged. what was supposed to be a trip of celebrations quickly turns south when he finds his older brother dead
part 2 | smut ft: - x reader, - x reader
⟶ release date: TBA
part 3 | smut ft: - x reader
⟶ release date: TBA
part 4 | smut ft: - x reader
⟶ release date: TBA
part 5 | smut ft: - x reader
⟶ release date: TBA
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darkestcorners · 7 months ago
polarity | 01 yandere!jungkook au
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pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader {f}
genre: yandere
warnings: unhealthy behavior, toxic relationships, cheating, manipulation, mentions of mental health (mc has pretty bad social anxiety)
word count: 4.6k
summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..
Parts: 01 | 02 | 03
 Her glossy tinted lips stared back at her, raising her hand to touch up her last bit of makeup. Eunji was gorgeous , not like she needed much to make her stand out. But it wasn’t the good looks you admired about your friend, it was the oozing charisma she carried everywhere. Truly, you thought even if she wasn't blessed with good looks, she’d still have every guy at her feet. Or anyone for that matter. It was just the aura she possessed. She pulled away from small mirror she had in her hand, raising an eyebrow towards you.
“You’re gonna love him.” She promised, and you shook your head. Eunji had said that about each one of her past boyfriends, but still each one didn’t manage to impress you much. For such a pretty girl, your friend seemed to love complete bums. A shame really.
“As long as you like him..” You trailed off, uncertainty clear in your tone. You two both sat at the corner of a small cafe that was located near your apartment complex, La Belle. The place was slow today, oddly enough but the silence was comforting enough for the both of you. You figured that was soon about to change since you weren’t the type to look forward to meeting strangers.
“Y/n I’m serious, I really like him. He’s perfect in every way.” Eunji insisted, leaning forward against the small table in between you two. “ Plus, he’s really hot.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling at your friend’s descriptions. As far as you knew, the guy came from a pretty wealthy background which already meant he wasn’t like the usual guys she went for. He was a bit older too, Eunji never specified his job , just that he worked in the same company as his father. You figured it must of been a family business. 
“But like, he’s not conceited or anything. He’s the sweetest, and good in bed.” She whispered the last part and you widened your eyes a bit before letting out a laugh.
“Please shut up , we are in public.” You begged, hoping the waiter behind you didn’t just catch an earful of that. 
“I think he’s here!” Eunji just about squealed like a school girl, focusing her eyes behind you and you felt your nerves start to kick in. Why were you nervous? You didn’t even bother looking behind and kept your eyes glued on your friend.
“Don’t be awkward.” She warned, as if you weren’t already feeling like you were about to vomit on the table. She knew you weren’t a people person per say and you nearly jumped when you heard deep voice suddenly behind you.
“Sorry I’m late. I didn’t know traffic would be that bad.” You turned your head, seeing his tall frame tower over you both. The guy wore a simple black t-shirt under his flannel followed by dark jeans. His dark hair settled a bit down his ears, tickling his lower neck. His big doe eyes scanned over your friend and then slowly over you, lingering on your face. He indeed didn’t look much older than you both, blessed with a baby face.
Well, your friend had been right about the handsome part.
“It’s okay, we haven’t ordered anything yet.” Your friend gushed, signaling him to take a seat next to her. He gave her swift kiss on the cheek before sitting down and you watched your friend’s face heat up, unable to hide her smile. They were cute together, you thought.
“Babe, this is y/n.” Your friend introduced and you gave him a nervous smile, trying to stop your leg from bouncing anxiously under the table. His gaze hadn’t left yours, dark eyes scanning over you once again.
“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Jungkook.” He flashed you a toothy grin, his smile gave even more of a boyish look.
“Nice to meet you..” You replied softly breaking your gaze almost immediately as your fingers played with the ends of your skirt in an attempt to keep yourself a bit more relaxed. He eyed you before glancing back at Eunji.
“Shy one, huh?” He commented, a teasing grin on his lips. Your friend let out a laugh and nodded.
“Y/n is always like this with strangers, she’ll warm up to you.” You mentally cursed at yourself, Eunji had warned you to not make things awkward but it seems like you were already failing horribly.
“Um, should I go order for us? “ You spoke up, glancing towards the register ahead of you, realizing none of you had gotten any drinks yet. It was a quick escape from the situation.
“No, I’ll go! Maybe try getting to know Jungkook a little more.” Eunji offered, raising a an eyebrow at you.The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with a stranger and make room for more awkward conversation but you kept your mouth shut.
“Just a caramel latte, right?” Your friend asked , you nodded as she turned to face Jungkook.
“I’ll just have an Americano.” He replied, Eunji nodded and took off walking towards the front of the cafe. You sat in silence, eyes darting around anywhere but the guy who sat across from you. You felt his heavy gaze on you but you tried your best to focus your attention on your friend that walked ahead. You really were terrible at this.
“Eunji told me you both study at the same college, what’s your major?” Jungkook broke the silence, you watched as his long slender fingers tapped against the table. You noted the several rings on his fingers, his sleeves were raised up to his elbows and tattoos decorated both his arms.
“Oh, uh, psychology.” You said unable to keep the shake from your voice, hand coming up to your mouth as you bit your nails. A horrible nervous habit you couldn’t seem to break.
He probably found it ironic that your major was Psychology and you seemed to be on the verge of having a mental breakdown at the moment. Eunji always pointed that out to you and you couldn’t help but agree.
“Interesting. You’re roommates, right? “ He asked, seemingly trying to hide a smirk at your fidgety behavior.
“Mhm.” You simply replied, glancing around again to see your friend finally ordering at the register and you prayed for her to hurry it up.
“You know, I don’t think coffee will help with your nerves, darling.” His lips quirked up, the nickname rolling off his lips a bit too naturally. You ignored it , telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal. A part of had hoped he hadn’t noticed how anxious you were getting but you supposed you did a rather poor job to hide it.
“I guess you’re right.” You swallowed, mouth already dry. “ Eunji told me you work in a company?”
“My father’s company. Accounting.” He clarified , you had been right about the family business. You were a bit shocked he was willing to hang out with a bunch of broke college students considering his status but you knew your friend was a catch, it would be impossible not to fall for her.
“Do you-“ Jungkook was cut off by your friends sudden voice.
“They didn’t have caramel lattes so I got you vanilla.” You looked up at Eunji as she set the coffees down on the table. A look of disappointment flashed across Jungkook’s features, so subtle that you had wondered if it had ever really been there or if it was just your overactive mind seeing things.
“Did you guys chat a bit while I was gone?” Your friend questioned, sending you a look. You took the latte, taking a quick sip of it.
“I managed to get some things out of her.” Jungkook gave your friend a tight smile as she giggled in return. You shifted your eyes down to the table and hoped the latte running down your throat would soothe the strange feeling that had settled in your stomach.
You sat on the kitchen counter, the TV playing at low volume in the background. Your fork dug into the pasta, eagerly shoving it into your mouth. The smell of burnt food still hung in the air, you had finally managed to shut of the fire alarm that was set off just a few moments ago by your friend’s unfortunate cooking. You couldn’t help but feel bad at her failed attempt on cooking pasta since you were the one who suggested it. You thought it was an easy enough dish to cook. How wrong you had been.
“Well, I’m glad we practiced before I cooked this for Jungkook and made a complete fool of myself.” Eunji sighed, moving some of it around in her plate. A pout on her pretty features.
“Honestly, I think the bitter taste adds a bit of flavor.” You said in between chews, you blamed it on the fact that you weren’t picky with food. Also, on the fact that you were starving.
“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she let the fork drop on the plate.
“Don’t worry, I doubt your boyfriend is with you because of your amazing cooking skills.” You reasoned as she laughed.
“Isn’t he amazing?” She asked, a glow in her eyes. She definitely seemed head over heels for someone she had been seeing for just 3 months but then again, Eunji was the type to catch feelings fast.
“He seems nice.” You nodded, and it was true you supposed. From what you have seen of him, Jungkook did seem like the ideal boyfriend for her. Good looking, successful and polite. What more could your friend ask for? You heart felt heavy in your chest as you stared at her, she looked so happy. It almost brought a bitter feeling but you pushed the ugly emotion down, forcing it to disappear.
“Be honest, you do like him right?” She stared at you, her eyes searching your own for any doubt. There wasn’t any, and even if there was , you wouldn’t allow it to ever showcase.
“I do, I think you guys make a good couple. He’s a lot better than the other guys you have kept around.” Her ex boyfriends didn’t compare to Jungkook, and you know she had to have known that. It was no wonder she had fallen so fast for him. Eunji couldn’t help the shock that went over her face at your words.
“What?” You asked, staring blankly at her.
“You’ve never approved of any of my boyfriends until now so that means you really must like him.” She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming on her full lips. You shook your head , forcing your eyes to leave her mouth and stare back at your plate of food.
“Your standards have just been too low in the past.” You took another bite of the bitter pasta, forcing yourself to swallow it down.
“He likes you too by the way.” She said in a bragging tone and you eyed her. “He said your shyness was pretty cute, I think you left a good impression on him.”
You highly doubted that.
“I guess I just know how to make a bold first impression.”
“Right,” Your friend chuckled. “How about we find you a date?”
You nearly choked at her words, coughing up a bit of the food.
“I’m good, thanks.” You waved her off with your hand, dreading the conversation that was about to occur. You hated when she brought up dating knowing how you felt about it.
“Come on! You’ve never had a proper boyfriend before, don’t you think it’s time to put yourself out there?” She explained , eyes widening in frustration. “ I mean , you don’t even have to date them. Just get laid.”
“Eunji, shut up.” You groaned, already feeling a sense of embarrassment creep up within you. You didn’t exactly enjoy her constantly bringing up your lack of experience in the dating department, especially because you knew it didn’t come from a malicious place. It made you feel even more frustrated. Your anxiety had kept you a safe distance away from people in general, especially from guys. You couldn’t remember the last time you had even talked to someone you had the slightest interest in, it must have been way back in high school before your condition had gotten as bad as it was now. You couldn’t even begin to imagine trying to initiate a conversation with someone you liked, let alone a whole relationship.
“I know you struggle with...your situation but you can’t let your fears stop you from experiencing these things entirely.” Eunji stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. If only she knew the other reason you didn’t let yourself seek a lover.
“Anyways, I was thinking about applying at the cafe we went to.” You announced, attempting to steer the conversation away from your non-existent love life.
“Really?” She beamed, and you almost face palmed at the realization of what she was implying.
“Perfect opportunity to meet new people.” She whispered, smirking down at her sad excuse of a meal.
“I’m not sure if I can yet, it’s a cashier job and..”you trailed off, not even needing to elaborate why you were so concerned. You promised yourself you would try to get out of your comfort zone , besides you knew you needed the money to help pay rent. You couldn’t keep relying on your parents sending you money , it was time to take some responsibility for yourself now that you weren’t living with them.
“I think you should try, remember don’t let your fears control your life. Isn’t that in your psychology notes?” You glared at her before hopping off your seat. You had officially had enough of her for the night. You heard her bright laugh behind you as disappeared into your room , your heart never failing to miss a beat at the sound.
You felt sick to your stomach, palms scrunching up in frustration. It had happen again and you hated every second of it. You stood outside the cafe with what you assumed was a pathetic look on your face, it didn’t help that it had started to rain right as you came stumbling out. You took a deep breath, trying to hold yourself together. Your attempts at getting this job had completely and utterly failed. The moment you showed up for the interview, you felt a wave of panic take over your body. Of course, this only brought a sense of nausea over you too, you couldn’t even focus on the questions the nice lady was asking you. You stumbled over every word, only about 5 minutes and you had to excuse yourself, repeatedly apologizing as you rushed out the place.
“Excuse me,” Someone snapped and you looked up, realizing you were standing in the middle of the cafe entrance. You quickly stepped aside and let the person walk through. You groaned as you stared up at the grey sky, it didn’t look like it was raining as hard anymore. You needed to go home. You clutched your bag and starting making your way down the familiar narrow streets, your apartment complex wasn’t that long of a walk but the cold wet weather sure made it seem like it.
A loud honk made you nearly fall backwards in fright. You whipped your head around, noticing a black vehicle slowly drive up next to you. You halted in your steps, growing nervous as you watched the passenger window slide down.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” You heard Jungkook’s familiar voice call out, his face coming into your view as you squinted down at him. You felt your body relax a bit at his presence now knowing that it wasn’t a random stranger.
“O-oh, yeah. I’m just walking home.” You replied quickly , stepping closer to his car so he would hear you better due to the loud sound of rain and thunder that surrounded you both.
His eyes examined your state, and you somehow felt naked under his gaze yet again. Something about it always made you want to squirm , no matter how many times you had seen him now. He often came over to the apartment to hang out with Eunji in her room and you had made sure to blast music those times in order to drown out the sound of them. You shuddered at the memory.
“I can give you a ride, you’re soaking wet.” He stated as he took in your expression, frowning at the redness around your eyes.
“It’s okay, really. It’s not that far.” You insisted , wiping your eyes in a hurried manner when you noticed his unmoving stare on you.
“I think it’s better if you let me drive you home, you’re going to get sick.” He said, this time more firmly. A concerned expression taking over his face and you sighed, slowly nodding your head in defeat. You quickly made your way over to the other side of the car, a dark leather seat greeting you as you took in the the fresh car scent mixed in with some type of cologne.
“I’m really sorry, your car is going to get all wet.” You winced at the fact that your clothes were soaking. You pulled the seatbelt over you.
“Don’t worry about that, are you okay?” Jungkook turned to face you, almost seeming annoyed that you were concerned about the car of all things and you were certain he noticed your tear filled eyes from the scene you had gone through earlier.
“Yeah, I just didn’t get a job I applied to. “ You lied smoothly, refusing to give out the humiliating details of what had actually happened. Jungkook didn’t seem content with your response but he drove off, turning down the streets.
“Was it the cafe job?” He asked after a few moments of silence and you side eyed him, not knowing how he could of possibly known that.
“Eunji mentioned it to me,” He clarified and you watched his hand on the wheel tighten a bit.
“U-uh, yeah. It’s no big deal, It’s just been a long day.” You assured him, staring down at your hands. It suddenly felt suffocating inside the car.
“You know it’s okay to not be able to do certain things, you shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He glanced your way, eyes seeming to try and take another look at your face but you turned your head against the window. You wondered how much exactly your friend had told him about you for him to make that comment.
“Eunji sure seems to talk a lot about my business.” You mumbled, angry tears starting to form in your eyes again. This time for a whole other reason, or maybe it was for the same reason. You couldn’t tell at this point, your emotions were getting the best of you.
Jungkook wasn’t stupid , he had seen the way you looked at Eunji. The way your eyes lingered on her for a moment too long, it was the same way his eyes lingered on you. He had wondered how oblivious your friend had been not to notice the obvious interest you took in her. Your little crush on her was cute to him but an inconvenience nonetheless.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” His sudden question took you by surprise , seemingly coming out of nowhere. You shook your head, wiping your eyes again and you tried to sit up straighter.
“Or girlfriend..perhaps?” You froze at his words, noticing the edge that had took over his tone. You stole a glance at him and he raised an eyebrow at you, a knowing look on his handsome features. Your stomach dropped at the realization of what he was implying.
He knew.
“You can’t tell her.” You begged, turning to face him completely. You hadn’t even noticed you had arrived at your apartment complex, his car parked just a few feet away from the entrance. You suddenly felt nauseous again.
“P-please, you can’t tell her. I promise it’s not like that, she loves you and only you.” You stumbled over your words as you tried your best to explain to him, you were completely mortified.
Jungkook watched you silently, enjoying the way you gripped his jacket, your delicate fingers tightening around the materiel. The desperate look in your eyes, it brought a sickening satisfaction to him. He had you right where he wanted you, it had almost been too easy. He brought his hand underneath your chin, tilting your face up at him and you shivered at his cold touch.
“I can keep secrets, baby.” He whispered, leaning down to your face. His eyes trailing over your lips as his fingers brushed your tear stained cheeks. You were so beautiful.
“As long as you keep ours.” His eyes bore into yours and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he brought your lips to his, the kiss was gentle but the grip he had on your chin was anything but. It was clear he was holding back and you were too much in a shock state to even react, you felt his other hands on your upper thigh, the dress you wore allowing him full access to your exposed skin.
Your heart beat so rapidly in your chest that you could hear it in your ears, his mouth still worked against yours, the kiss growing more hungry by the second. You couldn’t believe you were allowing this.
“You’re so pretty, baby. You know that?” He grinned down at you as soon as he pulled away from you and you tried to catch you breath, the world seemed to be spinning.
What the fuck was happening?
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, seemingly innocently as if he just didn’t make out with his girlfriend’s best friend.
“N-no. We can’t do this, you can’t do this to her.” You pulled away from his grip, shoving his hand away from your body. You felt the guilt instantly start to eat at you, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. This couldn’t be happening, you knew Eunji would never forgive you.
“I think,” Jungkook began, his eyes dark and you noticed the tightness in his jaw. “ we are going to do whatever I want if you value your friendship at all.”
The look he was giving you was enough to make you want to run out of the car but you forced yourself in place, he looked livid. None of it made sense, why would Jungkook do this? You were sure he cared for your friend, was he upset about your feelings for her? But that didn’t make any sense, he wouldn’t of done what he just did if he wanted you gone. If anything, he didn’t seem to express any concerns over your feelings for her. But that only left you with the last reason and you were sure as hell it couldn’t be that. Why would Jungkook want anything to do with you when he had Eunji? I mean, realistically she was the far more attractive one out of you two, it didn’t make any sense. None of it made sense.
“Why? Why are you doing this?” He tilted his head at your question, almost seeming to try and hold in a laugh.
“How naive are you, baby?” He tone was gentle but it was almost as if he was mocking you. As if he was speaking to a child and you felt your blood boil.
“I’m not doing this.” You bit out angrily and you watched his expression drop, the dark look returning to his ethereal features. It was unsettling how such a innocent looking features could hold such a deadly expression on them, it seemed so out of place. It resembled nothing of the sweet charming guy you met at the cafe that first day, you had no idea where he had gone.
“No?” He clicked his tongue, glaring down at you and you watched pull out his phone, your eyes widening as he typed in the passcode , too long for you to even register in your head and his screen unlocked. “ I wonder what Eunji would think of her best friend trying to make out with her boyfriend?”
“She wouldn’t believe you!” You snapped, not knowing where you got the sudden courage to yell at him but you instantly regretted it once he sent you daggers your way. His jaw tightening at your sudden outburst. Then, a sickening smirk glossed over his lips.
“Wouldn’t she? “ He questioned, his long fingers scrolling down his phone screen and you despised the way he instantly made you doubt your own words. Would she believe him?
“Would she believe the friend that has been envious of her for years tried to hook up with her boyfriend out of jealousy? An attempt to sabotage her relationship because she can’t fulfill her own love life? “ You frowned, shaking your head. That wasn’t at all the case, you weren’t jealous of her for gods sake. If anything you had been jealous of him.
“She wouldn’t ev-“
“Or,” He cut you off, his harsh gaze silencing you. “ would she believe that her best friend has been secretly in love with her for years and is trying to sabotage all her relationships just so she can have her to herself?”
You swallowed, you were sure you were seconds away from vomiting all over this car.
“Don’t play games with me, baby.” He sneered at you, the gentle tone he spoke with just minutes ago completely gone. This was a clear warning. “I could make her despise you completely.”
“Or disappear completely..” He added and you felt your heart stop at his words, your eyes widening at him. He held your gaze, not blinking. He wasn’t bluffing at all.
“You don’t want that, do you?” He asked, eyes scanning your face as tears threatened to fall again. You were completely fucked. You shook your head , your body felt like it was shaking on its own. He smiled at your compliance.
“Good girl. “ You felt his fingers wipe away your tears and you tried your hardest not to flinch away from him.
“See? If you keep being this good, we aren’t going to have any problems.” He assured you, his tone soft once again. Your head was starting to spin at how unpredictable this man’s moods were. He was completely insane. You felt disgusted at his touch, not understand how you got into this situation. Why was this happening to you? This was truly the worst day.
“Now, look who’s coming our way.” Jungkook announced in almost a bored tone and you felt his hands leave your face, you looked up following his gaze and you held your breath as you saw a familiar figure walking towards you both.
You squinted your eyes and turned to face Jungkook, your eyes landing down on his phone that was still in his hand. The bright screen stared back at you as you read the text.
To Eunji: I’m outside, come out.
“Remember, baby.” Jungkook warned in a low whisper, turning off his engine as Eunji walked closer and closer to the car. You felt as if you were about to pass out. You took a deep breath and opened the car door just as Eunji stopped right beside you.
“Y/n?” She asked in confusion, her gaze moving from yours to her boyfriend that sat next to you. She looked utterly confused as she took in your wet clothes, she held onto the door and opened it wider.
Now you were actually about to vomit.
“What’s going on?”
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sweetbunnykook · 4 months ago
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Word Count: 2,103 // angst (mention of torture/physical harm, gore, mention of hell, mention of neglect), the lightest smut if you squint, too short to be a oneshot too long to be a drabble
Hades’s son!JK X Soulmate!Reader
Summary: You are happy and safe in Jungkook’s arms after escaping the blasphemous man who had kept you from your soulmate. You are ready to move on, but the prince of the underworld has other plans. 
A/N: This came out of nowhere but I hope you guys like it!
Music: X
Today marks the sixth month point of your time with Jungkook. Two seasons have passed, the lush blossoms of spring and summer falling away to reveal the naked glory of the trees surrounding the modest house. Early fall brought premature freshness with its massive gusts of cold wind that knocked branches against the window.
Jungkook presses his nose against the softness of your dark hair, still damp and smelling of fresh pomegranates in autumn rain. Your skin is soft and nourished with oils, your pliant arms falling on either side of your head as he turns his face to suckle the hollow cave where your collarbones meet your neck.
“Jungkook-” you mewl as his large hands trail up your forearm before he tangles his fingers with yours.
“Do you not understand what you have done to me?”
His voice is labored, harsh, and he hisses against the softness of your cheeks. As your mouth part to respond he presses his lips to yours, tongue curving as your neck cranes to take more of him in. Your free hand moves up his bare arms, fingertips tracing the ridges of his muscle.
Born a demi-god, son of the man who ruled the underworld, Jungkook is every bit as beautiful as he is menacing. He captured you in his maze of pomegranate trees, watching you feast upon his fruits swollen with juice and seeds with your bare feet nestled in grass. His eyes had traced over the bright red stains over your modest white dress with a hunger that had, for the first time, heat blossoming between your legs.
With your arrival, the prophecy proves true: the woman who finds her way into his invisible garden will be his wife and the bearer of his children. It is nearly impossible for a mortal to stumble upon his trees unless a great sacrifice is made in his father’s name. But you, his destined soulmate and the light of his life, had so easily came to him. When the first pomegranate seed fell between your bruised lips, he knew it was you. He knew the heart beating beneath your ribs belonged to him.
He may believe he had captured you, but you, too, fell in his arms willingly. You allowed him to believe he caught you for the sake of his ego. He has you pinned underneath, but it is still you who he bows to.
“I don’t understand.” You say as he preoccupies his time nuzzling the valley between your breasts. “Can you show me?”
“I will,” he props himself on an elbow, a corner of his lips curled in cruel amusement. “If you tell me who you were running away from.”
This was his intention all along – feed honeyed words in your ears and place kisses along your skin only to find his path to bloodshed. The thought of Jungkook seeing how you used to live in that damp, dark basement with nothing but a bare mattress and scraps of bread makes your heart pound hard enough to rattle the walls. He must’ve sensed your fear for he quickly seals his lips over yours to coax you back down to earth.
Despite his kindness, he doesn’t let you slip by this time. He had been trying for months to find out why you stumbled onto his land at age twenty when you were promised to him much earlier than that in the prophecy. He had been trying to find out why he couldn’t sense where you were, who you were with, what happened within those missing years.
“Just his name. Just tell me his name.” He whispers.
Your lips part but there’s no sound. Your fingers and toes are numb, your mind swirling with the sound of a belt whipping across your bare buttocks and the smell of soil as the shadowed man in your head presses your head down to the ground with the heel of his boots.
Jungkook’s eyes burn deep crimson as he sees your memories, thunderous rage flowing through his veins to see your helpless face streaked with tears. He hears the belt against your skin, your hoarse cry in that dark place, and your fingers scraping the wooden doors as you beg to be let out. He sees it all and knows the walking corpse won’t be spared. He will make sure that man’s spirit will never know peace in the underworld, will never see sunlight, will never find forgiveness.
If only he had the power to see your memories clearly inside his own mind; at such an important time, it seems like a punishment for him to be half human. He had his father’s eyes, but not his full power.
“You can trust me, sweet one.” He hides his ruby eyes by kissing your collarbones. “We promised we won’t keep anything from each other.”
He places his ear against your heart, the gentle pulsing of your skin keeping him grounded as does your fingers finding the nape of his neck to caress.
“I want to leave it all behind. I want to forget about it.”
“I know, sweet one, I know.” He whispers, his slender fingers find yours at the back of his neck and he holds you still.
“Just his name. And I will not ask for more.”
Your unbuttoned dress piles beneath you as you twist your waist to the side. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s head, bring him into the warmth of your cocoon, and close your eyes.
He can hear your screams in his head. He can feel your apprehension as you draw in a sharp breath before releasing ever so slowly. He almost demanded the answer until the name, dripping with horror, falls from your lips.
“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”
By the time the moon hangs high and your lover brings a blanket over your spent figure, you’re knee deep into a peaceful dream. Jungkook makes sure you won’t be awake by the time he comes back, choosing to omit the fact that the glass of honeyed tea he had you drink after making love has been laced with a substance not of this world – a drop of ambrosia that’ll bring you peace and pleasure while you rest.
He pulls a clean collared shirt from the closet and black wool slacks. In pitch black darkness his crimson eyes glow. He looks back at your resting figure, eyes softening as he takes in your long dark waves and soft belly that will stretch with his child in due time, and fade into the darkness, his smile fading along with the rest of his body.
Miles away from the invisible haven, he emerges from the shadow of Jung Hoseok’s basement.
Jungkook’s fingertips traces the bare mattress on the floor left untouched, fixes his eyes on the moldy bread and butter on the sheets, and breathes in the dampness. As he walks further into the moonlight casting down from the small rectangle windows you wouldn’t be able to reach, he hears your screams again in his ears. He hears you beg.
‘Please I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, please!’
‘It hurts! Agh! Oh god, please, no!’
‘I’m sorry!’
As if you were in the room with him he turns, piercing eyes falling to the chair in the corner. This was where that man watched you suffer. This was where Jung Hoseok, a mere servant of the local temple, kept you away from your true place as Jungkook’s wife. All because Hoseok had denounced religion and grew to hate you for being the poster child of piety, all because you were prophesized to be powerful, all because you were pure and he was the marrow of filth.
Jungkook’s fists tighten as he glares down at the concrete floor, at the underworld, at hell.
“Father!” he roars like a beast, chest heaving. “Let me be his punisher.”
Hearing his pleas, a crack forms from his feet to the opposite wall and the ground caves in, forming a staircase down to the gates of the underworld guarded by the three-headed dog he had cherished as a child. The walls of Hoseok’s house vibrates, prompting the ignorant man to awaken in panic as he makes his way down the stairs. His hands are against the wall, as if to steady it, until a pair of shadowed hands wrap around his ankles and bring him down into the darkness. His head smashes against the concrete floors, a hoarse cry wringing from his mouth as he holds his forehead with both hands.
It takes a minute for him to realize he’s in his basement, unable to comprehend how he could fall through the staircase to the dark room. There’s a staircase he’s never seen before leading down to pitch black darkness. When he looks up, unconscious of the crimson eyes behind him, he’s alarmed to find that there’s no hole in the ceiling. He couldn’t have fallen through – or pulled through as he remember the sensation of being dragged – but somehow he did and landed rather ungracefully on the concrete. Could he be dreaming?
“Do you believe in hell, Jung Hoseok?”
With a gasp Hoseok turns, meeting Jungkook’s bright eyes. His knees tremble as he finds his tongue tied.
“W-Who are you?” He asks, eyes darting left and right. “How did you get in my house?!” His voice is louder this time, feigning courage.
“Keep silent,” Jungkook hisses as he walks closer to Hoseok. “I ask the questions here.”
When he comes into the moonlight, the man is unable to stop himself from wailing. Whoever it is he’s looking at, he knows it’s not human, at least not wholly human.
“I will ask again: do you believe in hell, Jung Hoseok?”
He nods up and down, shifting back until the heel of his palm meets the first staircase down to the abyss.
“Tell me what the books told you about hell.”
Hoseok stammers as he finds the words to speak. Sweat pools beneath his neck and under his arms, the room becoming hotter and hotter, his vision hazing over as he continues to obey the stranger’s demands.
“They s-say the hell i-is,” he swallows, “a dark p-place with- oh god, please have mercy. Please!” He falls forward to his knees, forehead on concrete.
Jungkook wonders if you had begged like this with your sweet face pressed on this dirty floor for mercy too.
“Mercy,” the young demigod snarls, balancing the word on his tongue like the scales of justice. “That word-” he continues, crimson eyes fading into pools of black, pupils melting the entirety of his eyes until no white is seen. “-is foreign to me.”
Hoseok lifts his head from the floor, catching a glimpse of Jungkook’s outstretched hand before he feels searing agony from within his stomach. Three separate jaws belonging to a single dog latches onto his burning skin and the son of Hades watches with utmost satisfaction – of Hoseok’s feet writhing, the human gaze disappearing down the staircase, the hand he used to dirty you with now in the mouth of his beloved guard dog.
Then, a mist of warm blood bursts out of the darkness, painting Jungkook’s angelic face with a red that akin the luscious fruits hanging in his garden.
‘Are you satisfied, my son?’
Jungkook closes his eyes, ears tuning out the sound of screams and limbs tearing from the dark pit, skin relishing in the warmth of human blood.
‘I am, father.’
When he opens his eyes, the concrete is sewn shut, leaving not a single crack.
‘I am. For now.’
“The pomegranates are ripe!” You exclaim with glee as you spin around the trees in your green linen dress. The fruits glisten like rubies among the leaves.
“Are you sure I can eat as many as I want?” You giggle, reaching for a low hanging fruit. “I might eat them all.”
Jungkook grins, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He had begun to notice your appetite is far greater than his, not that he minded. He places his chin on your shoulder, watching you turn the fruit in your hand, small thumbs rubbing its scarlet skin. A crescent shaped wound forms as you press your nail into the skin.
“We are one. What belongs to me, belongs to you too.”
You turn your head to face him, to look into his deep brown eyes that glisten with copper red specks in the sunlight.
“And if I want the heavens, would you bring it to me?”
He presses his lips to yours.
“I’d turn hell into heaven for you.”
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cosmostae · 10 months ago
Brother Knows Best Pt. 1
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Summary: You’re excited for your first time but your stepbrother is less than pleased. 
Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Stepbrother Jungkook
Warnings: implied murder, manipulation, spying, explicit smut (big dick! jk, slight fisting, mean dom! jk, minor choking and face slapping, major pussy and tits slapping, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, impregnation kink, pseudo incest, virgin! reader?) 
Word Count: 7.2K
A/N: this is a repost from my terminated blog, @darlingtaes and it will be a series. thank you for reading ♡
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Ice cubes tinkled in your glass of iced tea as they succumbed to the midsummer night’s heat. The humid air clung to your skin like the condensation on your cup with beads of sweat dripping down your neck.  A forgivingly, cool breeze slid through your window like an arm beckoning you to grab onto its hand before kissing your skin in temptation. It was the perfect night out which was why you had given your parents’ the hottest tickets to a musical in town. All so you could be home alone with only four walls to hear your moans when you get fucked for the very first time.
You would’ve never been able to get your hands on such expensive tickets if it wasn’t for your big brother. He wasn’t your brother by blood but you longed to share the ichor that ran through his veins. He was blessed with immense talent in which his golden boy reputation shined whether it was in athletics, the arts or academics.
You always saw him as kin but wasn’t ignorant to the way others looked at him. People weren’t shy to tell you that they’d see him behind closed eyes whilst they touched themselves at night. You never minded that he overshadowed you. He was always there for you. His moonlit skin and starry eyes comfort you like a midsummer’s night.
However, it bothered you when people would only befriend you to get closer to your brother. You’d excitedly invite them over for a sleepover when all they wanted to do was sneak into your brother’s room and fuck him.
You’d apologise to him afterwards whilst curled up against him in bed. His metal rings kissing your skin where his palm rested on your thigh. His long, silky hair tickling your cheek as he murmured into your ear that it was alright.
It was a familiar position, akin to a fetus’ in their mother’s womb, when you’d press your cheek against his chest and rest your ear on his heart. Whenever you couldn’t sleep at night, restless or chased by nightmares, you’d wander into his room and fall asleep in his arms. He’d sing you a lullaby, lips on your forehead, whilst he held you tight.
In the summer, when his body was much too warm, he’d tell you to change into one of his shirts. You’d obey, completely unaware that his dark eyes would linger on the lace of your bottoms showing through the thin, white material. You’d fall asleep with his arm curled around your waist, keeping you close enough for your breasts to push up against his body.
You never felt safer with anybody else.
Your mother passed away when you were too little to remember her maternal warmth. All you knew was the warmth of Jungkook’s hand in yours as he’d walk you home afterschool. The afternoon rays danced in your hair while he’d treat you to melt-in-your-mouth patbingsu.
Jungkook always had more pocket money than you did. His mother was a lawyer and while she loved your father dearly, the same couldn’t be said for you. You avoided dwelling on it, knowing that it could be much worse. It would only be on your birthday when you’d find yourself missing the motherly love you never had. Your stepmother would deign to gift you the things she no longer wanted while she lavished Jungkook with expensive gifts.
But, it didn’t bother you for long when Jungkook always spoiled you tenfold.
You could only earn pocket money through chores but, Jungkook did all of them for you. He’d wash and fold your laundry in which your underwear would always be warmer than when it first came out of the dryer.
It was unsurprising though that she’d dote upon her overachieving son. Even as a brother, he was your pride. He maintained stellar grades and despite his packed schedule, always took the time to help you with yours. You’d look over his shoulder as he’d explain your maths homework. You’d stand as there was only one chair at his desk  but not wanting your feet to hurt, he’d pull you onto his lap so he could rest his chin on your shoulder instead.
However, Jungkook’s mother had started showing you affection as of late. It wasn’t genuine, considering how her affection only appeared after Jungkook moved out against their will. It was sparked by their disapproval of him being the frontman of a band. But, he had no shortage of money, going by the phone and shiny brand new car he bought for your eighteenth birthday.
Your brother appeared cold and reserved to others but when it concerned you, he was putty in your hands. Since the day Jungkook left the house, he wired you money every week. If you ever needed more, you only had to toss him a call and beg softly to which he could never say no to your sweet voice. He was your strength whereas you were his weakness. Yet, you wondered if he’d given it to you if he knew what you planned to do with it.
Ever since you became an adult, you wanted to have sex. You were only eighteen and in your final year of high school but you had always been curious. You were accustomed to watching porn with your hand inside your panties every night. You’d bite back your whimpers as you rubbed yourself with the burning curiosity in your tummy of what someone else’s touch would feel like. You had fingered yourself before but the thickness and length of your fingers wasn’t quite right. You couldn’t reach inside yourself deeply enough and it was always an awkward stretch rather than a satisfying one.
The thought of someone wanting to put their fingers inside your cunt, a place that you rarely touched yourself, excited you. You imagined their longer and thicker fingers easing in and out of you, stretching you out for their hard cock until you were dripping all over their hand which they’d lick it all up with a groan. You’d cum, as quiet as you could, whilst touching yourself to the hard, wet pounding of writhing bodies in those porn videos.
When Jungkook had only been a room away from you, you’d crawl into his bed in your blissful haze, blissfully ignorant to how he could perfectly smell the release in between your legs.  
You were aware that you had classmates and friends who’d already done it, whether it was with their boyfriends or experimenting with one another. They told you that it’s something that just happens and to not overthink about it.
But, it was difficult not to when the opportunity had never arisen. Jungkook was always overprotective of you and for good reason since you were never fond of your male classmates. You were single and had no interest in a relationship since there was a high possibility you were going to move away for university. You knew you could wait but you couldn’t take your mind off it. You were an adult now and you wanted to enjoy all the things that life had to offer.
Your friends told you that guys would jump at the opportunity. You didn’t need to be in love with them but at the very least, you wanted it to be with someone who you could trust and would take your pleasure into consideration, not simply stick it in wherever they could.
Finding the right person was something you had to put thought into. It’d be ideal for it to be their first time as well, just so there wouldn’t be any pressure and the awkwardness would be comfortable. However, you wouldn’t mind if it was someone who could guide you and hopefully, really make you feel good.
Jungkook was a walking wet dream for many of the people you knew. Even the teachers and your friends’ mothers would follow him with their eyes. He was well mannered but never paid them any mind. It disturbed you how they were so envious of you. They’d tell you how lucky you were to have such a perfect brother and indeed, you were, it was a blessing to have Jungkook in your life. But, they spoke about him like he was nothing more than a piece of meat.
You remembered being angry to the point of tears when a girl giggled and told you, “Oh, you sleep right next to his room? Fuck, I wish I was you. I’d sneak into his room every morning and wake him up by taking his cock into my mouth.”
Disgusted and hurt, Jungkook had listened to you vent whilst gently wiping away your tears and placing kisses on your nose. He cheered you up by buying you a new game console. The two of you would play together, late into the night, and you’d pass out with your head in his lap.
Jungkook wondered how disgusted and hurt you’d be if you knew how he touched you in your sleep.
He’d keep on playing the game whilst rolling your nipples in between his fingers, sliding your shorts down your legs so he could feel up your pussy. The dips and curves of your body illuminated by the glowing screen in the dark. Whenever he lost, he’d squeeze your tits hard and slap your pussy over and over again until you became wet. Jungkook would lap it all up, face buried in your cunt, whilst calling you a slut under his breath.
All you knew was that the girl soon got expelled from your school and you never saw her again. You wouldn’t be surprised though if Jungkook had pulled some strings behind the scenes.
Jungkook could’ve easily been student council president if he cared enough to run for it. Everybody knew it was just a popularity contest, but even then, Jungkook was overqualified with his excellent grades and sportsmanship.
Ever since he graduated though, a close second to his academic reputation was Soobin, a cute and friendly guy in your class, who did end up running for the position. You voted for him, remembering that you had liked his speech but never gave him much thought. However, when your friends told you he couldn’t stop looking at you, you looked at him twice and knew you’d want to sleep with him.
Overthinking was an easy trap to fall into when you had to devise a plan to get the house to yourself. In the days leading up to it, you couldn’t help but imagine how it’d go. It was a situation you wanted to look back on fondly where you looked and felt good. Nothing in life ever goes the way you expect it to but at the very least, you could prepare yourself to look as good as you could.
With Jungkook’s money, you purchased a set of lingerie. It was a combination of sheer mesh and soft lace which hugged you like a second skin. You watched the way it flattered your figure as you twirled in front of the mirror with a giggle. It was simple but you felt sexy in it and simplicity was the ultimate sophistication.
You seldom wore makeup but stood before your vanity, curling your lashes with parted lips that shimmered with a rose nude lip gloss. It possessed a subtle vanilla-peach scent to which you lightly dusted your cheeks with a peachy blush. You looked like a sex kitten and you revelled in the smoothness of your shaved legs, soft and smooth like the shea butter body lotion you had been applying daily.
Along with that, you had bought yourself a sex toy. A seven inch crystal glass dildo was your choice. The shaft was transparent with a pink heart at the end for you to grip onto as you fucked yourself with it. You had purchased lube and a toy cleaner to which you’d been using the dildo to relax yourself for penetration.
You really never thought it could feel that good, to have something fill you up especially with the smoothness of the glass slipping in and out of your wetness and gliding along your pussy lips. It had veins on it which you felt brush against your walls with each stroke. The tip of it would hit your g-spot extra hard due to the rigidity of the glass.
You had so much fun with it and you couldn’t wait to see how a real cock would compare. People always said a real cock was better, after all.
Soobin was on his way to your house. He replied to the text you had sent when your parents left. However, it only occurred to you then that you hadn’t shaved your pussy yet. You frowned petulantly, wondering why you hadn’t thought of it earlier and you internally debated with yourself whether you should go do it or not.
Hence, that was how Jungkook found you - with your hands in between your legs whilst seated on the toilet lid.
The door had been wide open as you had no idea that Jungkook was going to come over. In your shock, you accidentally nicked your skin with the razor. You hunched over in pain with a groan.
Immediately, Jungkook was by your side. He looked at up at you with concern in his Bambi brown eyes like you weren’t half naked in front of him. Your hands were covering your pussy to which he pushed them away and muttered, “Let me see.”
He didn’t even need you to listen to him. He was much larger than you and could manhandle you however he wished. His hands gripped your wrists as he openly stared at your sloppy shaving job. You attempted to push your legs together but you were hindered by Jungkook’s knees.
His finger gently touched the red cut on your mound of Venus. A droplet of blood rested on his fingertip. He pulled his hand away to grip onto your chin, forcing you to meet his dark, reprimanding gaze. “You’re bleeding, baby, you should’ve been more careful.”
The embarrassment crippled your body and you were grateful when Jungkook finally stood up. He walked over to the sink, got a towel from underneath and washed it under warm water. You pulled up the panties around your ankles to your hips and closed your legs.
“You surprised me,” you muttered, “Why are you here, Jungkook?”
“Can’t I pay my little sister a visit, hm?” Jungkook said. He was looking at you but you couldn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes were on the ceramic floor tiles to which your field of vision was quickly taken over by your brother’s thick, muscular thighs in his ripped denim jeans.
Jungkook was on his knees again and you yelped when he pushed your thighs apart without even asking you. He tugged the panties off you once more so he could press the warm towel against your cut for several seconds.
He questioned, “Don’t you want me around, little one?”
You shook your head. “No, I missed you. It’s just…I’m expecting someone,” you said quietly.
Your brother cocked a brow as he pulled the towel away and inspected whether the bleeding stopped. It had slowed down and didn’t sting as much.
However, having noticed the iced tea sitting on the countertop, Jungkook went ahead and picked up an ice block between his fingers.
He held it against the cut to stop the bleeding altogether. You flinched at how cold it was but Jungkook’s large hands resting on your inner thighs steadily warmed you up.
“You know someone’s coming over yet you’re wearing no clothes?” Jungkook spoke as his hand reached up to rub along your bottom lip. “And looking prettier and cuter than ever. Who’s this person, baby?”
He’d seen the cotton pyjamas you wore whenever you had a sleep over with a girl friend. It was nothing like this, skimpy and revealing the shape of your nipples. You yelped when Jungkook’s veiny hand dropped to cup your breast.
You tried to push him away but he kept on fondling your tits, feeling the shape and lacy material under his palm. The metal rings on his tattooed fingers, which you always admired, dug into your flesh uncomfortably. In the meanwhile, the ice cube was melting into liquid and your thighs quivered as it started dribbling down onto your pussy.
It was reminiscent of all the times he’d help you zip up the back of your dresses. His hand would slither inside and cup your breasts whilst whispering into your ear, “Why aren’t you wearing a bra, huh?”
“Hm, this is lace, isn’t it?” Jungkook asked lowly. “It looks so good on my little sister, on my little baby girl.”
You breathed heavily, nodding, whilst trying to move away from his touch. Your chest felt tight and you couldn’t understand what was going on. It was all happening too quickly. Here was the brother you had always looked up to and adored, touching you in a way that wasn’t quite appropriate for a brother and sister. But, then again, you had hurt yourself and he was graciously tending to your wound.
You didn’t know if your legs were shaking because of the melting ice or something else. However, Jungkook had noticed, can clearly see the way your hands shake and your stomach visibly tremble.
“Ah, I’m sorry, little one. You’re cold, aren’t you?”
You uncontrollably moaned when Jungkook’s fingers brushed against your folds. He stroked your wet pussy, not pulling the ice cube away, despite it continually dripping down coldly onto your cunt. His digits were warm even as they parted your pussy lips so he could watch your hole clench around nothing.
“You didn’t answer me, baby.”
You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip. “J-Jungkook, I think this is inappropriate.”
“I f-feel weird.”
His fingers pressed themselves onto your clit and you gasped.
“Are you turned on, little one? It’s okay. It’s natural, you’re such a good girl, getting all nice and wet for me. You can’t help it when I touch you here, can you?”
Your teary eyes looked at him. His long hair was pulled back into a short pony tail but glossy, stray strands framed his face prettily. He touched you calmly, as though there was completely nothing strange about it, like he’d done this so many times before.
“B-But you’re my brother, you can’t see me like this or even touch me. It’s wrong.”
Jungkook hummed. “But I’m not really your brother, am I? I’m your stepbrother, little one, and do you know what the duty of a stepbrother is?”
You shook your head with furrowed brows.
Jungkook chuckled lowly. Your eyes widened when he smeared the wetness on his fingers all over his plush, pink lips. He cradled the back of your hand, fingers curled into your hair, and pulled you in for a kiss.
Lips pressed against each other, Jungkook sucked your nether lip in between his teeth until it swelled. He soothed it by tracing your lips with the tip of his tongue. When his hand cupped your pussy, you gasped into his hot mouth and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.
You moaned softly as you felt the silver barbell of his tongue piercing swirling around your tongue before he started sucking on it with a throaty groan.
Even when he pulled away, he hovered close. His lips brushing yours as you breathed each other’s air. You felt dizzy with desire and you hated it. He was no different to you than a real brother. But, technically, the two of you weren’t related and your body that wasn’t listening to you didn’t seem to care either way.
“My duty is to show you all the things a blood-related brother can’t. I can play with your cunt. I can even bury my cock inside your tight, little pussy. Because I have a right to. I can give you advice as a brother and also show you how it’s done as a lover and there wouldn’t be a single thing wrong with it.”
Your voice sounded weak to your ears as you breathed, “Really?”
“Mhm. You’re waiting for a boy to come over, aren’t you? A boy to fuck you hard while mum and dad aren’t home?”
You shamefully nodded. It’d mortify you if Soobin was to see you like this.
Jungkook smirked, knowing that you had used the shaving cream he left behind to shave your pretty pussy. His hand reached inside the kit to grab the aftershave gel. “And what’s his name?” he asked as he dabbed it onto your cut, acting as a disinfectant.
When Jungkook was done, he was displeased with your lack of answer. Jungkook wasn’t a man who liked repeating himself.
You yelped as he slapped your pussy hard, a sharp pain which elicited a spark – a jolt of electricity coursing through your aroused body. He wouldn’t stop, kept on slapping your cunt until the pain began to burn and your flesh grew red-hot.
His hand ceased. Jungkook looked up at you with a frown.
“I saw him kissing another girl outside your school on my way here, little one.”
“What?” You weren’t disappointed but you were surprised as you hadn’t expected Soobin to be that kind of guy. “B-But he promised to come here.”
Jungkook cocked his head. “And when was he supposed to meet you exactly?”
“Eight,” you mumbled. When you texted him, he replied that he was five minutes away. However, one look at the Rolex on Jungkook’s wrist told you it was already half past.
“You don’t know him, angel. From the way I saw him feel that girl up, I can bet he sleeps around. Who knows what diseases he might be carrying? Do you know how dangerous guys are, little one? He could’ve stealthed you and you wouldn’t have a single clue.”
Alarmed, you asked, “What’s s-stealthing?”
Jungkook groaned as though he was in pain. “See, baby, you don’t even know what stealthing is. It’s when a guy takes the condom off so he can cum inside without telling you. He could’ve knocked you up.”
Your lips quivered. “Oh…”
“He could’ve hurt you. He could’ve recorded him fucking you. You wanna know why I came over? Because I knew. Word was spreading around that my little sister is a slut, spreading her legs for anyone. Are you a slut, baby?”
You adamantly shook your head, hurt and betrayed. Jungkook leaned in to press a kiss on the tip of your nose. His lips were delicate like a butterfly’s wings as they brushed your skin.
He tucked your hair behind your ear, fingers dancing along the shell of it before playing with your earring. The diamond earrings that he had bought for you. “Yes, I know my little sister isn’t a slut. You’re a good girl, yeah?”
You nodded but cried softly when he suddenly twisted on your nipples.
“Then why were you going to have sex with him, huh?”
Your face was red-hot as you admitted, “I w-wanted to know what sex is like.”
Jungkook sighed. “Why didn’t you ask me to help you then?”  
“I…I didn’t think it was right. I never even thought about it. You’re my brother, Jungkook. I love you.”
“You’ve always needed me, baby, and this is no different. You can’t even shave your slutty pussy without hurting yourself. Were you shaving yourself for him? You wanted to make sure he’ll fuck your cockslut pussy?”
“I…I did it for myself,” you confessed quietly, “I wanted to feel p-pretty.”
Jungkook’s lips curled, bending down to press a kiss on your clit, as he whispered, “You’re always pretty, baby. But, I’ll help you, hm? Be a good girl and sit still for me.”
He moved closer to you, close enough for you to feel his hot breath on your pussy. Jungkook placed your legs over his shoulders. Jungkook’s ears, with all their silver hoops, brushed your inner thighs. “If you’re good enough, I’ll pound your little cunt with my fat cock afterwards, yeah?”
You couldn’t think straight, not when he spat on your pussy. A glob of wet spit dribbling down your folds as his thumb rubbed your clit. You couldn’t bite back your moans anymore when your lips were swollen and bitten. You moaned wantonly for your brother, for his overwhelming touches which your body tingled all over for.
Lathering the shaving cream onto your pubic hair, Jungkook picked up a fresh razor and started shaving your intimate parts. His hand was steady and precise although you were still trembling. You tried to stay still when the cold blade glided over your skin.
He slapped your lace-clad tits. “You bought this with my money, didn’t you? You really are a dumb slut.” You whimpered when he started abusing your pussy again, slapping it continuously until that raw and aching burn returned. “Begging me to get you those musical tickets just so you can whore yourself out. I doubt anyone will ever pay to fuck you more than I do, little one.”
Although it hurt, the two of you were perfectly aware of how there was a puddle of your wetness on the toilet seat. Jungkook, once more, relieved the burn by rubbing an ice block against your raw folds, making you extra slippery and wet. You shuddered for it was too cold although your body felt like it was on fire.
Every time Jungkook had to clean the razor under running water, he’d lean in to blow away all the severed hair on your pussy. He looked so pretty, with his hollowed cheeks and doe eyes, even as he spreads your pussy apart to blow air on it. You’d twitch, desperately lifting your hips off the toilet seat to get closer to his hot and wet mouth.
Jungkook kept you pinned down before leaning in to give your pussy a good lick.
He edged you like this for thirty minutes, making you wait until he had shaved a bit, before riling you up further with his teasing tongue. His finger would press on your clit and torturously pull on it in order to get the razor close to the little hairs near your inner folds. It drove you insane, a thick sheen of sweat on your heaving chest, as you looked down at him.
Hand gripping onto his jet-black locks, you pleaded, “P-Please.”
“Please what?” he asked tauntingly, devilish smirk on his face, as his fingers flicked your clit.
You begged, “I wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad, please!”
Sneaking your hand in between your legs, you started furiously rubbing on your nub. You were so on edge, eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you chased your release.
You wailed when Jungkook grabbed onto your wrist, forcing you to stop. It was a bruising grip, one that’d undoubtedly leave marks in the form of his fingerprints. Your eyes were at half-mast as you peered at him through your lashes, heart pounding uncomfortably in your chest at his deathly silence.
All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up and before you knew it, he slapped you right across the face.
“Didn’t I tell you to fucking behave?” Jungkook snarled. You mewled when he slapped you again before wrapping his hand firmly around your neck. “You’re just begging for punishment, aren’t you?”
You attempted to shake your head but Jungkook’s grip tightened. His other hand moved down to touch the mess you left all over the toilet lid. You watched the way your arousal mixed with water was shining all over his fingers before he roughly smeared it all over your face.
You whined, desperately trying to get away from his hand, but it was hopeless. He got your face all wet and you didn’t even need to look into the mirror to know you looked like a mess.
“Get on all fours.”
“Excuse me?”
You hiccupped, “Y-You’re being mean to me. I don’t want to listen to you.”
“Do you know why I’m being mean to you, little one? It’s because you lied to our parents, lied to me, just so you can let some stupid little boy take advantage of you. I’ve spoiled you too much, haven’t I? I ought to teach you a lesson or maybe mum and dad can do that. I’ll call them right now and tell them about how you wanted a boy to use you like a dirty whore.”
You snivelled, “No! P-Please don’t tell them.”
Jungkook sighed before his hands gently cupped your face. “I love you, baby. Do you know how much it pains me that you could’ve gotten hurt? You think you’re a big girl now but you still need me, little one, wouldn’t you agree?”
You couldn’t disagree with his words. In your mind, he was capable of anything. You never hated standing in Jungkook’s shadow when you always depended on him. You felt so small in front of Jungkook but he also shielded you from everything.  
“I’m the only person you can trust in this world,” Jungkook said, “Do you wanna give your body to someone who you can’t trust? Someone who can hurt you, use you, violate you?”
You shook your head and snivelled, “I w-want it to be with someone I trust.”
“And you trust me, you love me, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” to which Jungkook smiled softly and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss.
“Exactly, baby,” he murmured against your lips, “My cock is the only one you need. Gonna fuck you so good, baby, and you’re gonna take it like a big girl, yeah?” He chuckled as you nodded. “Good, now get on all fours so I can finish shaving you.”
You scrambled to get onto the floor, the cold tiles kissing your hands and knees. A glimpse of the mirror revealed your bitten-lips and smudged makeup and you couldn’t help but really feel like a filthy whore. Jungkook’s large hand gripped onto your asscheeks whilst the other stroked your pussy from behind. You felt more shaving cream being lathered onto your ass so he could shave the hairs there. You stayed very still, afraid that the razor will nick your skin to which Jungkook praised you.
Once he was finished, he cleaned you up with a warm washcloth. He ordered you to turn over onto your back and you obeyed. You watched as Jungkook applied moisturiser all over your shaven, bare pussy.
“So perfect, baby, wanna fuck your pretty pussy so hard.”
His hands danced along your ribs before he wrapped his muscular arms around you and picked you up. Legs around his waist, your dripping wet core was pressed against him as he carried you to your bedroom.
Jungkook dropped you onto your bed before he caged you with his arms. The silk bedsheets crumpled underneath your half-naked body as he hovered over you. All you were able to do was stare at him breathlessly.
It was like a punch in the gut. Shame and desire twisted together to strangle you and leave you speechless. It terrified you how you had never been so attracted to someone before. With his dark eyes, sharp jawline and pretty pink lips, Jungkook was devastatingly sexy. You never truly looked at him like this, always blinded by the title of him being your stepbrother, and now it was hitting you all at once.
Jungkook leaned in to breathily murmur into your ear, “You’re so beautiful,” before he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your neck. You turned your head to the side, giving him more access to which you cried softly as he bit down on the thin skin.
He groaned, “I want to carve my name into your skin, let everyone know my little sister belongs to me.”
His tongue laved over the teeth marks before he bit you again and again until the entire bare column of your neck was bruised up.
“We don’t have long, do we? Until mum and dad gets home?”
It took you a while to respond, distracted by the way your stepbrother’s thumb was rubbing figure eights onto your swollen clit.
“Gonna fuck you hard and fast then, hm?”
Jungkook got off the bed with a grunt. Your eyes followed his figure as he walked over to his bag, a Louis Vuitton keepall bandouliere and pulled out what appeared to be a blister pack of pills. He grabbed a water bottle, which he always carried to the gym before returning to the bed.
You shot him an inquiring look to which he gave the pill to you palm-up.
“Contraceptive pill,” he said simply.
You nodded, taking it between your fingers and swallowing it down with a gulp of water.
In the meanwhile, Jungkook stripped himself of his clothes, leather belt dropping to the floor with a clack. As soon as you placed down the water bottle on your nightstand, he pounced on you.
His muscular body was completely naked and you moaned into his thick neck as he slammed two fingers inside you without warning. Your entrance burned slightly at the roughness but you were so wet that they slipped inside easily. You were embarrassed by how your cunt squelched around his digits as he pumped you with ease. They were so thick, so long, digging so deeply inside you as though he wanted to feel all of you.
Your hips bucked when his fingers curled inside you, brushing your sweet spot with a come-hither motion, like he was urging your pelvis to ride the fluid thrusts of his fingers. Soon enough, you were fucking yourself on them, panting as you did so and he chuckled, “You’re dripping all over my arm, baby. What a fucking tight and wet cunt you have.”
You looked down and flushed at the sight of your arousal glistening on his inked fingers.
However, that was when you caught sight of his fat cock. You moaned louder, it was almost three times the size of the dildo you’ve been fucking yourself with. Your hand reached down to touch it, it was plump and veiny and slightly curved. You were horrified to realise you couldn’t even fully wrap your hand around it.
You whimpered, “J-Jungkook, I don’t t-think you’re going to fit.”
He was stretching your cunt out with four fingers now and his thumb was itching to get inside you too. Jungkook wanted to fist your tight little pussy so bad.
Jungkook grunted, “Your pussy was made for me, little one.”
You shook your head, “I-It’s gonna hurt me. C-Can we use lube, please?”
Jungkook didn’t reply to you immediately and you didn’t care, not when he was fingerfucking you hard and fast. You chanted, please, please, please, into his ear. You were so close to cumming but what finally pushed you over the edge was Jungkook pushing his thumb inside you.
You cried out his name as you came, toes curled into the mattress and back arched, with his hand inside you knuckles deep.
You came down from your high with quivering thighs and his hand slipped out of you only to push it right into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “So fucking delicious, baby.”
He dived down to capture your lips into a kiss, pushing his tongue inside your mouth so you could taste yourself.
Jungkook slapped your wet pussy and chuckled when your release clung to his hand like honey. “Look at you, baby, don’t you think you’re wet enough for my cock?”
You had entirely soaked through the sheets. However, when you had bought your dildo, you remembered reading that it was best to use plenty of lube with larger toys. Jungkook’s cock was so big, it made you apprehensive and insisted that he used it.
“Fetch it for me, then,” he said impatiently.
You reached over to your nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube out of the first drawer. You proffered it to him but yelped when his hands dug into your hips and yanked you closer to his cock. He snatched the lube out of your hands, uncapping it while muttering, “Show me your tits, little one.”
You shakily lifted the cups of your bra, revealing your puffy nipples to his hungry eyes.
Jungkook leaned down to wrap his mouth around a bud and made the most filthy noises as he sucked on it. Your eyes travelled along the veins on his neck and the clench of his jaw as he scraped your nipples with his teeth.
You felt the plastic bottle bump against your inner thigh. Jungkook’s fingers spread your pussy wide just to push the neck of the bottle into your entrance and his fist squeezed the lube into you directly like you were his sex toy.  You moaned brokenly as dollops of thick lube coated your walls, there was so much of it that the rest dripped down your ass and onto the sheets.
Once he was done, Jungkook tossed it aside and moved to grab onto your thighs. Pushing your legs over your head, he had you bent in half, and your breath stuttered as he slapped his fat cock against your pussy. It was so warm, made even warmer as his tip brushed up and down your folds, making you glisten with the pearlescent pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
“You want me to fuck you, baby? Want me to fuck my little sister’s pussy with my fat cock?”
You nodded, glassy eyes staring up at him, as you begged. “Please! I need it!”
He pulled on your sore nipples. “Say it, baby, say you want your big brother’s cock to fill up your slutty pussy.”
You whined, “I want my big brother’s cock to fill up my slutty pussy!”
You gasped when he pushed himself inside your heat. It already felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs when he had only nudged in the tip.
Your soft, wet walls spasmed around him hard, as though your body was rejecting his length. But, Jungkook hissed through his teeth as he slowly but surely shoved in the rest of his shaft inside you. He kept on pushing his cock into you even though your throbbing, hot cunt was trying to push him out.
You felt a droplet of sweat dripping from his chin down onto your heaving chest. Your hands fisted into the bedsheets. The pain was excruciating. Your body would’ve thrashed about if it wasn’t for the bruising grip he had on your hip. You were about to beg him to stop, plead for him to not bottom out, to just fuck you like this even – but he showed you how unwilling he was to listen when he smacked his palm over your mouth.
It filled him with dark pleasure how he hadn’t even fucked you properly yet you already looked like a fucked out mess. A trail of mascara streamed down your cheeks along with your tears. When he was younger, he’d always beat up whichever boy made you cry. But, seeing you cry because of his fat cock splitting you open made him thrust the rest of his length inside you.
You screamed behind his hand. His cock filled you up in a way that made it impossible to think of anything else. It overwhelmed you. Your heart pounding as you felt him pushing right against your cervix. His cock was locked in place by your cunt clamping down on him like a vice.  He was so big that he didn’t even need to angle his hips to reach all the spots inside you.
You were so lost in your haze that it took you a moment to realise he had growled out, “Fuck, look at me inside you, baby.”
He was nestled so deep inside you that when you glanced down, you shuddered at the sight of your tummy bulging with his cock. Jungkook’s fingers skimmed over the bump and you screamed when he cruelly pressed down it.
Jungkook abruptly pulled his cock out and watched the way your thighs quivered, opening and shutting together but he pushed his hands down on your inner thighs, keeping them wide open for him to look at your cunt squirt all over him and the bed.
The erratic jerks of your body bordered on painful. You slumped down, utterly boneless, with a burning and pulsing core.
But, that was when Jungkook shoved his tongue inside you.
You wailed as he thrusted his hot and wet tongue in and out of your gaping hole, his tongue piercing wriggling where it brushed against your walls and reached deep inside you. You were a drooling mess on your pillow, wheezing, as he slurped on your pussy. Sweat-drenched hair over his predatory eyes as he watched you lose it on his tongue for a third time, squirting directly into his throat.
You were too out of it to speak, only emitting a watery hiccup when his monstrous shaft disappeared inside you again. But, it felt good, really fucking good and so goddamn wet when he started slamming into you – his hands gripping onto your waist and pulling you down onto his cock over and over again.
“Gonna fill you up, gonna make your tummy bloat with my cum, baby,” he growled into your skin.
His thrusts were spurred by the desire to knock you up, knowing deep down that the pill he gave you was nothing more than a Vitamin B pill which was ironically helpful during pregnancies.
It was his plan all along, wait for you to graduate before he’ll convince you to move away with him to another city. It would only be there where the two of you can be together as lovers and start a family of your own.
Jungkook sucked on the lobe of your ear, taking your earring into his mouth, as he fucked you. He didn’t mean to be so rough, so mean. But, he went even harder on you, bruising your cervix with every thrust, at the thought of how you denied him this sweet pussy for so long just because he was your fucking stepbrother.
Your dearest stepbrother who’d gift you a laptop just so he can watch you through the webcam. Your perfect stepbrother who’d clean your room just so he can plant hidden cameras which undoubtedly were filming every second of him pounding you into the mattress.
He loved you but you infuriated him. A selfish little bitch, he thought. Using the phone he had bought you to invite another guy over your house and into the pussy which he owned. Perfectly unaware that helping you to set up your phone was just a way for Jungkook to tap into it and see every single text and phone call you make.
He wanted to make you sorry, make you regret ever thinking you’re anything but his property. But, he had to thank you for one thing. if you hadn’t nicked yourself with the razor, you would’ve seen the smidgeon of blood on his fingertip which didn’t belong to you but Choi Soobin’s when Jungkook smashed his ankles in.
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jadedjjk · 2 months ago
where are your manners | jjk (teaser)
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▪︎ pairing: police!jungkook x f!reader
▪︎ synopsis: your stupid ass got finally caught but there's always a chance to escape no?
▪︎ warnings: manipulation, explicit sexual content, drug raids, mentions of murder, possessiveness, violence & guns
▪︎ release date: soon
you glared at the man in front of you.
it was the only thing that you could do with your hands currently tied up behind your back. you tried giving kicks when he came nearer but he just smirked at you in response. it didn't help that he was very attractive, his police uniform hugging his muscles underneath that made your mouth water each time you glance at him.
that was how you got caught in the first place. 
you were the most careful among your peers, managing to escape every police and detective raid. it could be that your self-preservation saved you in each of them, leaving your comrades with no mercy so the authorities could catch up to them while you run and hide.
until you encountered him, 
officer jeon, the new cop that you underestimated. 
when he pointed his gun at you, your entire body froze for the first time, locking your eyes with his, those beautiful doe eyes that distracted you from your plan. you were amazed at how he could read you, how he could predict what you would do next. 
now here you were, sitting on the floor of the interrogation room, trying to formulate a new plan while he was just observing you from across the room.
you were desperate to escape and so you opted to change your strategy towards him. you positioned yourself differently than before, tucking both of your legs under your ass, making you look like a docile lamb who was doing her best to behave. 
he noticed your change of position and you saw how his handsome face morphed into confusion, suspicious eyes staring at your form, his eyebrows furrowing when you gave him a shy smile.
“officer..jeon?” you meekly called him repeatedly, tilting your head to the side and he just huffed, rising from the chair he was sitting on to approach you.
“yes?” you were doubting the tone of his voice. you were sure you already got his attention when you batted your lashes to him while calling his name earlier but now you were the one questioning his moves.
it was now your turn to get nervous and you were not liking it one bit.
“it’’s tight” you whined while wiggling around, pretending to not notice his eyes following the movements of your breasts jiggling from the action.
"you really think i'm a fool don't you?"
he grabbed your jaw at once and the snarky reply that you were about to spit in him died in your mouth when he brought his face closer to yours.
you couldn't look away when his eyes looked down on your mouth, a sinister smile slowly gracing on his face as he traced his thumb on your trembling lips.
“i’ll crack you up in no time, sweetheart”
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taglist: @mwitsmejk @minshookie29
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mochitaekookie · 9 days ago
Can't let go
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Summary: You didn't knew your crazy cousin's time watch would actually work. Now you are stuck with a bunny boy who claims to be your husband.
Taglist: @mwitsmejk @silversparkles11 @jiminiseternal @articpup @minshookie29
A/N: tell me if there are any mistakes coz I kept changing plots out of nowhere.
"Whenever I come here, I'm even scared to breath." You commented as you entered your cousin's laboratory. This man was crazy, no doubt in that.
"Is it? Funny. My lab is the only place where I breath peacefully." Hyunwoo said as he was inspecting a watch.
It was late evening and you had nothing to do. So you decided to peak at your elder cousin's lab.
"Is that a watch." "No, it's a microwave." He joked as you looked at him at with a cringe face.
"Anyways, tell me about that watch." He looked up to you with a glint in his eyes. As if he was waiting for someone to ask this question.
"It's not just any watch. It's a time travelling watch." He whispered, not wanting anyone to hear. Not that anyone could. There were only you both in the lab
"I don't believe you." You said crossing your arms. There was no such thing as time traveling watch or time traveling in device. They were only in fictional movies.
But, not gonna lie tho. You wished to have a time travelling tool. You wish to go in future and to find out how your life is going to be, or who is your husband.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it yourself?" He raised his eyebrows with a playful smile.
"Okay, then. Let me try. I don't think so it will work." You commented as he handed you the watch.
"Which time do you wish to go?" He asked as you adjusted the watch on your wrist.
"I want to see whom I'm going to marry. Take me 6 years ahead." You grinned at him.
"Okay, then 6 years is it." He said as he set the time on the watch.
You both just stood there, waiting for something to happen. The only sound being of the clock.
"See I told yo-" You couldn't even complete your sentence as fell on the hard floor. You winced in pain because you fell down pretty bad.
You looked around to see that you are infront of someone's apartment. You got up and looked around, trying to remember if you knew this area. You panicked when you couldn't find the sight of Hyunwoo.
"Y/N?!?!?" You heard a high pitched shriek. You whipped your head towards the voice, only to see a man in his late twenties. Suddenly, realisation dawned upon you. He was your classmate back then in highschool.
How can you forget THE KIM SEOKJIN?
You still remember, he was like an elder brother to you.Not to forget his cheesy jokes. His laugh was more hilarious than the joke.
"Y-you are alive!?" He marched towards you and crushed you in his embrace. You were clearly confused, what did he mean by you were alive? Why did he look different, like an older version of himself. Realisation hit you like a truck and you realised that the watch actually worked.
"I was dead?" He looked at you as if you were an alien. "What do you mean? You went missing. After a long search, the police declared you dead." He stated and chills ran down your spine. The fact that you are taking your own life scares you.
"Why did I do that?" You asked him, so that you can protect yourself when you go back in your time. Also hoping that he knows the reason.
"How would I know Y/N?" He answered as if its the most obvious thing.
"Anyways, how's Jungkook?" He asked with a worried face. "Who is Jungkook?" You asked and he chuckled. "Who doesn't know their own husband?" Your eyes widened at him.
You've never even heard of him, how the fuck is he your husband? Maybe your parents set you up on an arranged marriage? Or maybe you met him afterwards.
"I think you should see him. He is not doing good without you." He said and rang the doorbell, calling out Jungkook.
"Jungkook, open the door. Y/N is here." He yelled cheerfully, hoping Jungkook would open the door.
You heard footsteps and in no time, the door opened harshly.
"Where is my wife?! The man infront of you whisper yelled as he had no energy to shout.
Taking in his features, you think you have seen him before somewhere. Then it clicked, he was the guy who left you letters everyday!
How could you forget, his letters literally made your day.
Just like Jin, he looks handsome as well, but a little worn out. The eyebags under his his eyes clearly said that he wasn't being himself. He seemed to have lost weight as well. You came out of your thoughts as you felt someone tightly hugging you.
"My baby, you left for so long!!! The police said you were dead. I was going mad without you. But here you are!!" His hold on you kept tightening until it was painful.
"Leave me. You are hurting me."He loosened his grip but didn't let go, still hugging you.
"I think I shall leave you both alone." Jin patted your back and left.
"Baby, I missed you so much.". He whimpered, still not letting go of the hug.
You were shocked. You didn't expect to be married to Jungkook.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I'm making you stand here. You must be tired. Come in I'll cook for you." He led you inside the apartment, while your eyes lit up at his statement. You don't mind marrying him tho.
As you reached inside, you were mesmerized by the interiors. Its was aesthetic and simple, just the way you liked.
He made you sit on the couch and bend down at your level, staring right in your eyes, making you flustered.
"Just wait here, I'll cook something. I know you are hungry." He grinned and pecked your forehead, leaving you in your thoughts.
You looked at your watch and it wasn't broken. Atleast you are not stuck here. Now just need to get out of here. But before that you need to tell Jungkook first. But how? He looked so happy when he saw you. But then, you need to go back, you can't stay here.
Suddenly you nostrils felt amazing smell of food, your stomach growling in the process.
That's it, you don't question marrying Jungkook.
He came out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand and took a seat beside you. "Baby, I made ttaekbokki." He grinned proudly.
The food looked delicious and your stomach was practically commanding you to attack.
"You must be tired, let me feed you." He blushed hard.
"Jungkook, I have something to say." You fiddled with your fingers, not really knowing how to say.
"Say whatever you want later, for now eat." With that he began feeding you.
"I knew you were alive, those police were just stupid. But, where did you go?" He asked, as he fed you a bite of ttaekbokki.
"I-i was.... at my parents." You came up with a lie. Funfact, Jungkook knew you were lying. Because you had no parents.
He had strangled them with his own hands
"You should have atleast let me know. I was so worried." He pouted.
"Jungkook, I want to say something." You tried to speak again, only to be interrupted by Jungkook. "I know you missed me too. Come on now, it's already sleeping time. I missed your cuddles~" he whined at the last sentence.
You mentally gripped your hair. Dealing with him was more tougher than dealing with a child.
Maybe, when he's asleep you'll be able to escape. Right?
You were trying to move in his hold, but couldn't. He was basically clinging on you like his life depended on you.
You tried to squirm a bit and after a long attempt, his hold loosened. You slowly crept out of the bed, not forgetting to take the watch from the nightstand.
You almost reached the door and a familiar voice spoke up.
"Where are you going." Jungkook asked in his sleepy voice.
"I'm thirsty, Jungkook." You lied. You expected him to go back to sleep, instead he got up and came towards you. "I'll get you water." He assured and walked past you.
Looks like he missed you alot. He doesn't even leave you alone for a moment.
He came back with a glass of water and handed it to you with a smile. After gulping the whole glass, he left it on the nightstand beside him and pulled you with him on the bed.
The next day, when you woke up, obviously with Jungkook poking your cheeks; you directly searched for the watch.
You didn't see it at the place you kept it last time. Panick soon shot in you. The watch was your only ticket to go back home.
"Looking for this?" You turned around to the voice, only to see Jungkook toying the watch in his hands.
But what shocked you was, he wasn't being his bubbly self. This was someone else, someone wicked. A complete opposite man.
"Yes, now if you give it back to me." You extended your hand towards him but he just chuckled with a smirk.
"You think i don't know what this pretty thing does?" He tilted his head, mocking you with his stare
You were shocked. How did he know about that watch. As if reading your mind, he answers you unasked question.
"You think I didn't knew about that cousin of yours? What was his name again? Ya, Hyunwoo." He stated.
"You know, I should be thankful to him. That you are here." He smiled crazily.
"You are so stubborn aren't ya? After you discovered that I was the one who killed your parents, you ran away from me." He stepped closer to you. While tears ran down your spine.
You were married to the killer of your parents.
"But when I caught you, I dragged you back in our sweet apartment. That night, I knew I should have tied you up. Atleast, you wouldn't have stabbed yourself!!" He screamed the last part while crying.
"I was so angry at you for leaving letters alone in this cruel world." He wiped his tears and continued.
"Yesterday, when I was staring out of the window, I saw you appear out of nowhere and that's when I knew that I need to tie you up with me. So that you don't do such foolish things." He hugged you tightly.
"A-and about the police thing? What's that?" You asked with a shaky voice.
"Oh, that. When Jin asked me where you would go I just told him that you went missing a long time ago and the police found your dead body near the river." He said as if its the most casual thing.
"Now, what to do with this thing?" He made a thinking face and suddenly threw that watch on the ground, stomping on it multiple times and making sure it's completely destroyed.
"Why would you do all this?" You asked, tears still fresh. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you "because Jagi. I can't let you go. You are mine." With that he kissed you again, this time you could feel desperation, passion and lust.
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aajjks · 6 months ago
Love me Again;
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synopsis. The thought of you drifting away from him drives him the edge that he ends up triggering his heat coming early.
pairing: yan!bunny hybrid!jk x owner noona!reader.
warnings: MATURE THEMES AHEAD, yandere, dark, fluff, obsession, obsessive themes, posessive themes. Sexual themes, hints at mastrubation, hes one horny dude, jealousy, manipulation, seduction, he’s a seductive master, crying, he still has separation anxiety :((, he’s one manipulative bitch.., sexual tension damn. Stockholm syndrome.
note. okay in honour to celebrate one year anniversary of the bunny!koo saga, I decided to write this. It’ll be officially a year since the first part was uploaded here :,) share your feedback and questions! ENJOY! I’m literally so tired pls praise me and I haven’t proofread bcz I’m vv sleepy,
wc: 3k
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Jeongguk missed you.
You were drifting away from him, the hybrid was unable to stomach that. Jeongguk thrived on your attention. As the man laid down on your bed, legs spreaded on your bedsheets, nose pressed against your pillow, inhaling your scent that made his mind numb with thoughts of you surrounding him, he sniffed your pillow harder, taking in your scent that reminded him of you.
Oh how much he missed you.
Jeongguk was feeling incredibly frustrated and neglected. It was not enough, jeongguk did not deserve this kind of a treatment from you, who used to love him the most, oh.. who was he kidding...
You were the only one to ever love him. jeongguk pressed his eyes closed, his hands grabbing your pillow harder, anxiety and fear was taking over him, his legs were shaking at his thoughts. "n-no..." The hybrid was starting to panic, his thoughts getting the best of him as a tear rolled down to his cheek, damping the pillow.
Did you not love him anymore? or were you tired of him? maybe, jeongguk did deserve this kind of a treatment from you. “n-noona... please forgive me... I have been bad... very bad... especially to you...b-but I love you so much... I need you so much more than your sick mother...” The words came out of his mouth in muffled sounds because of his face buried in your soft pillow. Jeonnguk choked in middle of his sentences, trying his best to hold back the pathetic sob that threatened to leave his mouth, despite him being absolutely alone in the apartment.
Jeongguk hated the now familiar feeling of loneliness that accompanied him these passing days, he hated being without you.. He did not want to be without you.
Now observing this, the one who really knew the situation without the interruption of jeongguks pov, would say that the hybrid was pretty good at being overdramatic.
You were at work, working hard for yourself, you hadn’t left him, but the difference was that... you had started avoiding him, giving him the silent treatment.
And jeongguk noticed. He was quite the observer. He had displeased you, he was feeling quite ashamed for letting his emotions and hormones get the best of him.
He couldn’t be vulnerable to them, he couldn’t [shouldn’t] have lost control.
Jeongguk was ashamed of his actions, he almost regretted locking you up for a whole week in your own home.
but then again... almost.
Jeongguk rather preferred blaming the love he had for you. Opening his shut eyes, the hybrid sat up, not caring for the ache in his pants. Sitting up, his long black hair fell on his eyes.
The bunny man, exhaled a breath in frustration as he finally opened his eyes, unable to chase his release. Dried tears of frustration stained his cheeks as he forced his mind to think of something.
Of something....
that could make you love him back again, something that will make you want him, just as much as he wants you, just as badly he wants you.... back.
Jeongguk’s eyes quickly glanced at the clock that was ticking on the wall. “It’s five thirty seven right now.... noona comes back home at night....” his eyes lit up at the realisation. His ears started moving and his tail wobbled to the sides.
He had so much time left! he could make a plan of how to get you back. Stretching his legs, Jeongguk winced at the tinge of ache, but ignored it once again. His muscles were pulled as he grabbed his shirt back from your night stand. Standing up was hard as the man was obviously struggling but he managed to get up with wobbly feet. “I’ll get you back noona, anyhow...” his dark orbs were set on your picture as his pupils were dilated twice their original size, his heart was hammering inside his chest.
Jeongguks lips were curled in a smirk, “I’ll do anything for your love.” His tone was sinister, voice was deep with accents of raspiness. His throat was dry from all of the sounds he was making earlier. “You’re mine,” his gaze darkened while a chuckle tumbled out of his chest, he was chuckling like a psycho, the shirt still in his hands. His fingers grip tightening on the fabric. “Only I can have you.”
He gave your photo a glance once more, as he finally looked away, still laughing like a maniac while turning his feet, exiting your room.
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you were absolutely tired. Your eyes were droopy as you gave the file in your hands a last careful glance. Your head was pounding, because of the lack of sleep. You massaged your temples while observing the carefully made file,
You couldn’t make any mistakes, anymore.
A wave of relief and satisfaction took over your chest. It was finally completed after a whole month of hard work. “Thank god...” a weak smile painted itself on your face. You could go home now.
It was pretty late at night. You raised your left hand to look at your watch. You sighed heavily. It was already one in the morning.
You needed to get home as soon as fast.
Where jeongguk was, the one who hurt you the most. You couldn’t have ever imagined that he’d ever do that you for his own selfishness. How could he lock you up like that... for a week without any human interaction. All because you wanted to visit your sick mother??
You closed your eyes and inhaled a few breaths of air so you could calm down... you stood up from the chair so you could keep the file in the safe, you needed to submit it tomorrow.
Walking towards the safe, your mind was wandering around the events that traumatized you. Jeongguk was absolutely dangerous. You needed to be careful.
Exhaling a breath out, you carefully kept the file in your safe. Closing the cabinet, you locked it, keeping the Keyes in your pocket.
You were finally done. You could go home now.
You felt so exhausted that you didn’t want to think of what jeongguk did to you. You just wanted to go home and sleep without any worried or unnecessary thoughts.
Or unnecessary distractions.
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Jeongguk was absolutely ecstatic.
The scents of the candles making him excited. Their aroma was spreaded all around the house. Jeongguk felt immensely proud of his choice. Their scent was romantic but light.
He knew you hated strong scents.
His eyes were set at the petals, taking a few in his hands, he was feeling so romantic tonight, his mind thinking of you. He was almost done with his preparation.
He had done it right. Just like in the movie. He had watched the scenes very carefully. Now Jeongguk’s plan needed to work. Jeongguk quickly gave the room a final glance and to say he was pleased wouldn’t be a lie. He had cooked your favorite food, cleaned the entire house, he also made your bed...
Which was his most favorite part!!! He also took a long shower, he had dressed nicely... just like how you’d want him to, he wore the most exotic musk that he could find and now all that was left was waiting for you.
Waiting for you was always dreading for Jeongguk. He hated the time that he had to spend without you. He loved you so much and he missed you like crazy. You did not even spare him a glance, his heart fell in his chest, he was ashamed, he had hurt you but he loved you.
Jeongguk just wanted to please you, he wanted to make you feel good as much as he could. It was about time he made you happy. Jeongguk walked out of your room, walking towards the lounge so he could wait for you, there.
“Noona come back soon...” he whispered to himself as he sat down on the cream colored couch. he threw his legs over it and laid down, What could he possibly do to make you love him again... Jeongguk was still feeling incredibly unsure. Would his strategy work out? jeongguks eyebrows were farrowed as he thought of all the ways this could go wrong.
“This cant go wrong....” Jeongguk was determined. if the actors strategy had worked out so could Jeongguks. he could not let this fail... this was his only chance,
And he refused to waste it
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You barely even managed to drive, but nonetheless you were home now, taking out your houses’ keys, you quickly unlocked the door and went inside.
And, You were tackled into a bone crushing hug from Jeongguk. The hybrid had his strong arms wrapped around your weak self as he buried his face into your neck and sniffed your scent.
“Noona, you’re back I missed you so much.” Jeongguk mumbled in your neck as he gave it a little lick. You shivered at the contact as you tried to get him off of you. “Jeongguk... get off me please...” but the hybrid, as expected, didn’t even bulge. “nooo... I missed you.” And with that if it was even possible you felt his grip tighten around you.
God didn’t give you enough energy to deal with him right now.
“Jeongguk...” you softly called out, massaging his scalp, his hair tingling between your fingers, at the feeling, jeongguk purred. “You smell so good noona... could eat you up..”
Oh no.
“Jeongguk... please leave me I’m so hungry and tired. I need to make food—“you don’t need to my noona... I already did!” The hybrid interrupted you mid sentence, loosing his grip on you. “I made your favourite!” You raised your eyebrows at his sudden change in demeanour. “I hope you’ll like it!!! Come with me!” He lifted you up bridal style catching you off guard. “J-Jeongguk!!” You quickly held onto his shoulder while he just giggled.
“Sit here noona!” He softly instructed you while putting you on the dining seat. You were confused... Jeongguk was acting weird.
But you brushed it off, you were just so tired that you didn’t care anymore. “I’ll be back with the dish! Please wait for me, my pretty noona!” And with that, jeongguk went into the kitchen. You watched the man go as you laid your head down on the table.
It had been so long since someone cared for you like this... you knew that you were supposed to be upset with him but no.. you weren’t, really. Because you had found out that your mother was better now.
And it had been two months since you had started behaving cold with jeongguk, it was about time you had stopped his punishment.
“NOONA? What are you thinking about?” You were pulled out of the train of your thoughts by Jeongguk who stared at you with his doe big eyes.
He was so pretty...
“N-Nothing..? You- YOU MADE ALL OF THIS..?” Your eyes were widened at the sight in front of you. The food infront of you looked absolutely delicious. “Jeongguk?!” You were amazed. It was like your sleep had died.
Jeongguk chose not to reply but sit next you as you watched his cheeks redden with shyness. You smiled at him. god, was he so cute... “y-yes noona... I hope you will like this... I made this with a lot of effort and love..” he pouted, his eyes shone looking at your smile.
His heart fluttered abnormally.
“I’m sure I’ll love it, sweetheart! Let me taste it!” You giggled as he eagerly served you the delicious looking dish. The smell hit your nostrils and you unknowingly licked your lips, unbeknownst to you, jeongguk watched the movement of your lips very carefully, chewing at his lower lip.
The things you made him feel were absolutely sinful to tell, “Jeongguk!!!! It’s so delicious!” Jeongguk was startled at the sound of your voice. He cleared his throat and passed you a bright smile, while trying to fight his inner demon.
“Yeah? Thank you noona! I’m so happy!!” You nodded as you quickly dived back into eating, jeongguk just watched you like a hungers puppy.
His desires wouldn’t calm down.. this wasn’t healthy... oh lord... Was he going into heat once again..
He hoped not. Now wasn’t the time. Jeongguk had started to sweat. His gaze fixed on you. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. You were absolutely ethereal in every single way. The way you made him feel was unexplainable.
You made him addicted to the feeling.
Jeongguk closed his eyes but was forced to open upon your call. “Jeongguk you’ve really satisfied my hunger... thank you for this delicious meal!” You chuckled while licking your fingers clean.
Jeongguk gulped.
“How can I satisfy my hunger noona.” Jeongguk got up from his seat and carefully removed your hands from your lap as he sat on it, wrapping his hands around your neck, nuzzling his face in your neck. His legs swinging around yours.
Jeongguks body was vibrating, burning like fire and you immediately got the hint. “I missed you so much, noona... don’t you miss me...? I’ve been going crazy without you... I need your love and attention...”
“Noona I need you so bad.” Jeongguk spoke in a sultry tone while slowly grinding himself against you, earning a breathless sound from you.
“erm... jeongguk...” it was your turn to sweat. “Don’t say a word noona... just let me take care of you tonight... let me please you... let me take care of you...” jeongguk breathed in your neck, pressing a kiss on it and you gasped at him.
“I missed you so bad noona that I’ve going crazy from need. Please help me...forgive me and love me again...”
“Love me again.”
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googikoo · 19 days ago
forbidden (2) ↠ jjk
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» rating › 18+ (MINORS DNI) » genre(s) › smut, angst » au › college, cheating, marriage, slice of life, yandere » pairing(s) › jungkook x reader (female) | f! reader x m!oc | jungkook x oc » word(s) ›  4k+ » synopsis › Jungkook just so happen to be your daughter’s boyfriend who just so happens to have feelings for you. In a moment of weakness, you take him up on his offer. Something you instantly regrets. » warning(s) › milf!reader, switch!jjk, dom!reader, dirty talk, hand job, Jungkook being a dick to his girlfriend, getting caught/almost getting caught, Jungkook getting a boner from just looking at you, masturbating, & orgasm denial. » posted date › 11/12/2021 » music playlist › ♫ do u dirty by kehlani, rendezvous & monster in me by little mix, one reason by fade ♫ » a/n › ahh! thank you for all the love you guys sent for the first one. I’m so glad that you guys are enjoying this series! hehe, anyway! I hope you enjoy the rest of it.
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After that night, Jungkook hadn't really been… subtle about his desires.
You knew you opened a can of worms you weren't entirely ready for and for that, you cursed the moment of weakness you held.
Maybe it was the fact that over the last couple of weeks your husband has grown more distant... 
Or maybe it was just you wanting to feel a spark, a connection… something…
Either way you knew you shouldn't have indulged in his little fantasy even if if it did make you start to re-think your marriage. Yes, Jungkook isn't perfect and Yes, he's much younger than you are but he gave you that push to realize that your marriage isn't all sunshine and rainbows like your husband portrays it to be.
If Jungkook can see that then there's no telling who else can see it too.
So began avoiding him, not wanting to deal with the new emotions that's swirling and constricting your mind and heart.
Jungkook knows you’re avoiding him though he can’t blame you. He just doesn’t realize it’s not for the reasons he thinks it is. 
When he looks at you, you avoid his gaze and he hates that he has to hide how infuriating it is to see you shy away because of guilt? Why would you even feel guilty anyway? He's made his feelings known for a long time now and there's nothing wrong with acting on them.
He can see the regret that swims in your gaze over what happened but he can say, he doesn’t feel it. Yoonji was just a ploy to get to you and well, she's beginning to outlive her purpose.
When Jungkook thinks about that night, the only thing he regrets is not getting you to cum. He was overly excited about finally getting you into bed after trying so hard but… It's okay. He knows for next time.
If there even is a next time.
He’s furious that he hasn't had a moment alone with you since that night. Your daughter, annoyingly so, has yet to leave his side and your husband decided to take a whole week off work one time for literally no fucking reason.
It's like the heavens don't want you two to flourish. It's like he's back at square one when it comes to getting you to let go. Upsetting is the understatement of the year, it's pissing him the fuck off.
He's had to sit there and watch your husband get to touch you in places he should. Kiss you on your lips. He remembers exactly how it feels, the memory scorched into his brain. 
The feel of you being the one thing he knows he’ll never forget.
He needs to get you alone again. He needs to get you to admit that there's something between the two of you. He needs to know that you want this too.
Jungkook frowns, picking at the fruit on his plate. He can't stop thinking about you and it's like Yoonji knows because she hasn't left him alone since his shower this morning.
“Hello! Earth to Jungkook!” He hears her whine but it sounds more like a screech. He hates it! God he wants to rip her throat out but…
“What Yoonji…”
“Did you hear me, baby?”
“Obviously I didn't. What do you want?” Yoonji’s taken back by his condescending tone but she doesn't say anything on it just makes a mental note.
“I just asked if you wanted to go with us tomorrow to the movies? I know you wanted to see Snake Eyes and well-”
“I'm not in the mood.” 
Just then, Jungkook hears house shoes scraping against the marble floor as you round the corner to the kitchen. He perks at the sudden sight of you before letting his eyes trail over your body.
Your tank top barely covers your breast… Your very soft breast. Your breast that he had a field day playing with. He definitely would love to be able to suck on your nipples again. Touch and play with them to hear you mewl, yes…. He'd undoubtedly love that. .
He can see how hard they are now because they're poking through your silk tank. Is it really that cold? It must be… It seems (besides when they're stimulated) that when they get extremely hard like that. 
He can warm them up if you let him.
Jungkook’s mouth waters just thinking about it. 
And your.. Shorts? (if that's even what he should call them) ride so far up your plump ass, you can barely see them. And your cunt (he wants to taste it this time) is just snuggled in your bottoms… and God, jungkook can see that the material is damp. Did he touch you for you to be that wet or were you dreaming of something? Did you touch yourself? If it was a dream, he wonders what it was about... Was it about him? What the two of you did? He can’t stop thinking about it. He wonders if you’re the same. Granted things could have gone a lot better but… there’s always next time.
Jungkook can’t help but gawk at your figure as you walk by though he tries not to make it obvious. But when you stand on your toes to get a cup and all he sees is your ass there on display… He can feel himself starting to chub up, feeling his body heat up. Fuck, he would have bent you over the counter and would have taken you right there. He wants to but…
Yoonji is standing right next to him, huffing and puffing like the spoiled brat she is.
Jungkook can't help but roll his eyes at her behavior… What a joke.
It’s clear that you’re half asleep (with it almost being midnight he understands) and you haven't figured out your surroundings.
In which, he's totally fine with that because he can stare all day.
Fuck, he really wants to eat you out. Push you up against the counter and have you moaning so loud both of them can hear you. Maybe bend you in half to get a taste until you scream his name. Not would be visuals that would keep him up at night (for good reason) but his heart soars at the praise you'll give him too. He wants to hear you call him a good boy again. He wants you to tease him, please him. Have him begging for more. He wants to taste that pretty cun-
“Mom really? What the fuck?”
Jungkook forces himself out of his head and back to reality, eyes widening just as much as yours are. 
If Yoonji wasn't present, Jungkook most definitely would have pounced on you already. 
You hadn't realized the two of them were in the kitchen. It takes you a second to realize what your daughter was getting at.
You quickly cover your body with your sheer robe but Unfortunately for you… the damage was done and well, with how hard Jungkook’s gaze is on you, you had already felt naked.
Your eyes met Jungkook’s and for a moment, you didn't know if you should look away or keep his stare. 
“You’re not the only ones here now.” She chides, forcing you to break eye contact. Thankfully. “Cover up…”
“Oh, sorry pumpkin. I just needed some water.” You hold up the bottle of water as your lips curl into a frown. “And watch your tone. I'm still your mother.”
Yoonji sighs. She noticed the way Jungkook has been staring at you. She hates that you have his undivided attention whenever you enter the room. You're her mother for good sakes! You're much older than she is so why is he so googly-eyed for you?
“Kook…” She tries to pry Jungkook from his chair to get him to follow… Only… He doesn't budge. “Kook, Let’s go upstairs.”
Jungkook groans but he doesn't move because he knows if he does, both of you will know that he's nearly bulging out of his shorts. His cock harder than it's ever been and for the love of God, he wants you to suck him off. 
Why is life so cruel?
He stays put but urges her to go ahead and head up, giving the excuse of finishing the fruit he’s been toying with on his plate. He doesn’t really want it but if it gets him a chance to be alone with you, he’ll take it. He wants it so bad.
“You can finish it in my room.”
“I could but… I don’t want to bring the plate all the way back down here,” Jungkook takes a deep breath to calm himself. She’s really getting on his nerves. “Just go upstairs.”
Jungkook pats her on the ass to get her to move as he tells her he’ll meet her upstairs (no matter how much he doesn't want to).
In the end, she finally leaves and Jungkook is more than pleased. He doesn't know where your husband is, doesn't even care. All he sees is you, flaunting your curves in front of him like it's for his eyes only. 
He waits until Yoonji is out of earshot (hearing her slam her door helps) as you turn to your refrigerator to get more ice and grab a couple of waters.
You decide minding your business is your best action but Jungkook doesn't take kindly to being ignored.
He stares as you swallow down your water, a little of it escaping your lips and rolling down your neck. Jungkook feels like he's about to explode! It's been so long and with you looking like this… In front of him… He can't find it in himself to hold back. He wants to feel your precious walls all around his cock. Is that too much to ask?
“Nice pajamas,” He taunts to get you to finally break. He wants you to teach him a lesson like last time as he teases his tongue over his lips and eyes you up and down. “I thought the other pair was cute but this… This is just fucking sexy. Unfair, Noona…”
“I didn't know you two were down here.” You shrug, getting one last cup to take upstairs with you. “I would have covered-”
“I'm glad you didn't.” You squint at the fact that he cut you off but you realize his grin is anything but friendly. “I missed you.”
“Jungkook…” You warn, grabbing a bottle of cucumber water to take with you as he rushes to stand to his feet. He rounds the island as quick as he stands to make sure you don’t leave without hearing him out. 
“Please listen…” He grips your hand to get you to pause and you’re annoyed that you actually listened.
You were glad the kitchen island was giving you the distance you craved but you are just as aware of how fast your heart is beating. And now that he’s in front of you, you’re aware of just how hard he is as you glance down to the tent in his shorts. You are aware of just how wetter you've become before he's even touched you.
“Just answer one thing for me?” You can feel his cock pressed against your hip and for a moment, your mind is flooded with images from that night. It’s been about three weeks since you were alone with him and it’s about four months since your husband even looked your way. You should be pushing him away, telling him that his girlfriend, your daughter is right upstairs. You should be disciplining him and stopping this but… you’re not. “Why have you been avoiding me, Noona?”
You see his pout that forms as he flips your hand over to begin playing with your fingers.
“What are you thinking, huh? Do you still want me? ‘Cause I know I still want you. I’ll always want you, Noona.” Jungkook’s voice is playful as he trails his fingers down the side of your waist, wanting so bad to rip your clothes off and take you but he’s been patient this whole time. What’re a couple more minutes?
“I’m thinking about the fact that I would like to drink my water and that I need sleep.” You cock your head as if to mock him, trying to keep your wits about you to fire back. You told yourself you wouldn't do this again… Not with him. You’re not a cheater and you don’t want to start. You also don't want to risk being caught because the both of you can’t keep it in your pants but…
The more you look at him with his pretty wide eyes and his very kissable lips… The more you think about wanting to ruin him and you know your daughter can’t satisfy him the way you can. And if he whines for you one more time, you don’t know if you can keep your self-control.
“You should go to bed, Yoonji’s waiting for you.” You smile as friendly as you can muster before trying to turn away to leave. Before you can, however, he catches your arm as all his facial muscles tug into a frown. Unhappy that you haven't said much of anything else.
He doesn't give two shits about Yoonji, could care less that she's waiting on him. Not when he has you standing in front of him looking like the angel you are. Plus, he's so fucking hard he can't even think straight.
“You can't send me up there like this...” He grimaces, minutes away from begging. It's not his proudest moment but if it gets you to cave then so be it. “I miss you. I wish I could have more time with you.”
You nibble your bottom lip before glancing toward the direction your daughter left. It's crazy how you were against doing anything like this. You weren't a cheater. You believe that if you were going to start having eyes for someone else then you should just leave the relationship but… Your husband has made it very clear that divorce will never be an option and well… You're sick of playing house. Of playing ‘wife’.
“It's all for you.” 
That's when you snap, pulling Jungkook into your chest as he throws his arms around your shoulders. He's quick to shove his tongue into your mouth as it becomes sloppy, needy. 
“Jungkook…” You smirk as you feel his cock pressed hard against your center. His eyes sparkle with want and it feels delightful knowing he wants you despite your age. He never brings it up. It's never an issue and from the looks of it, Jungkook would do anything you ask him to do if it lets him have you in the end. “Baby boy, look at me.”
Jungkook grins at the pet name as his cock bounces at the thought of what is about to happen. He loves that you're starting to come around. He can't wait to feel you again.
“Yes, Noona?”
“You're this hard just from seeing me like this? I bet you wanna fuck me again, don't you?” You taunt, cupping his hardened cock in your hand and rubbing it against the boxer material. Jungkook feels as if his knees are about to buckle from the feeling as he moans in response. “Cat got your tongue? Why should I let you anywhere near me? You couldn't even make me cum last time. What makes you think I would want this pathetic thing again.”
Jungkook whines at your words, the cockiness from before gone. You're right… He tried his hardest but he came prematurely (something he didn't plan) because your cunt was everything he imagined it to be and dear God, when you started riding him… You look so damn sexy getting yourself off on his cock. He likes when you use him for your own pleasure. He’d let you do it again.
“Look at you. Rutting into my hands, you think you deserve to cum?”
“P-Please Noona. I’ll be a good boy… I just- It’s just- Oh Fuck...”
“Pathetic.” You give his cock a squeeze as you're hyper-aware that your husband or daughter could walk in at any given moment. You can't do this. At least, not right here but… You don't want to stop. There's something cute about the way he begs you to let him make a mess in your hand. How he asks so nicely to fill you up with his cum.
“I-I’m so pathetic… I-I know… But I just… please make me cum. L-let me cum?”
Maybe it's the fact that he completely lets himself fall for you. Letting you do what you want if it means he’s able to get off. 
“I don't think I will.” You let go, much to his dismay. You begin taking your leave but he's quick to pull you back by the hand and give it a soft squeeze. 
“Noona… Please…” He desperately whines as it catches your attention. You've never heard him like this, so in need as if it’s something he hasn't been able to do. 
Glancing at him made it worse. His big brown eyes, pleading with yours for you to continue but this little cat and mouse game you have going is getting dangerous. 
“Go to bed, Jungkook…” You try your best to twist out of his grip but he only holds you closer, bringing your hand to his cock to help stoke him.
“I haven’t come since I had you, Noona…” He whines in your ear and you can’t help but get wet at the thought of it.
“Why?” You can't say you're not intrigued.
“She’s not you.” Plain and simple. “She doesn’t know how to ride my dick like you do. She doesn’t know how to take it like you either, Noona…” He whispers in your ear, kissing down your neck before stopping at your collarbone to give it a lick. He impatiently tugs your tank down to get a view of your breast.
You, on the other hand, know you shouldn’t even entertain the thought of doing anything with Jungkook. He’s her boyfriend for god sake!
But looking at him… right here, right now. All you see is a boy begging to be touched. Begging for your touch. He wants you. And well, who are you to say no?
God, what was he doing to you?
“You want Noona to make you cum, baby.”
“Y-Yes…” He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss them. He listens to your chuckle, raises you a smile, and pulls you so close that you don't know where he ends and you begin. 
You dig your hand in his shorts and pull him out enough to wrap your hand around it.
You admit, he has one of the prettiest cocks you’ve ever seen, and… you’ve seen plenty.
He stares you straight in the eye, challenging you to do something like the brat he is but before you can start to do anything, you hear your husband calling you from the top stairs. 
It startles you back to your senses, letting him go to grab the cup of ice and the bottle of water you originally came for.
“Don't go…” He whines, reaching out to try and clasp your hand but you're quick to move it. You know if you look at his face, you're going to feel regret and you don't want that right now. You don't need the guilt eating you up like it did the last time. 
He growls, pissed and horny. He feels like he's about to pull his hair out because It's always something!
What the fuck! That bitch always has the worst timing!
He glances down at his hand, the one he's been touching you with, and holds it to his chest. 
He can see it. That façade you wear of being the perfect housewife is coming cracking. Patience. You're so close to being his, he can't help but be giddy. 
He has half a mind to go to your room again but he doesn't know if either of you is awake. And he got lucky the last time. It's only a matter of time before his luck runs out.
Instead of going to Yoonji’s room, he heads to the guest room and locks it so no one can get it. He knows Yoonji is going to be angry with him again but he almost had another piece of you if your husband wasn't so fucking annoying.
It's pitch black as he feels his way around before tossing himself onto the bed with a disgruntled huff. He wonders if you'll come to see him tonight. I can only dream of being able to fuck you again since everybody keeps interrupting your time together. 
He plucks his phone from the nightstand, hovering over the internet explorer icon. 
Does he want to watch porn right now? No not really, he really wants you. But… He reluctantly browses his favorite porn site for something to help him get rid of his raging erection. He's so hard he can't stand it but unfortunately, (maybe fortunately… Who knows?) Nothing is catching his eye. 
It's beginning to piss him off. he just wants to cum.
He tosses his phone aside, closing his eyes to take a deep breath.
That's when he can see you clearly, on top of him. His brain plays it back clearly. As his hands slide down his stomach to fiddle with his waistband. He’s so stiff in his hands as he pulls his cock out to jerk it.
“Fuck…” He whines, imagining the way you were riding him, moaning as he hit deeper. He licks his hand to simulate just how wet your pussy can get (though it will never compare). He rolls his hand around the tip, slick with saliva as he groans. Your name falls from his lips in a desperate plea.
He tries not to be too loud but he can't help how desperate he is as he begins to fuck his cock into his hand. He imagines it's your tight walls wrapped shrugged around him. He imagines you riding him like you did that night, only this time with you cumming first and not him. He even imagines the way your lips feel, how they tasted.
He can remember the way your body felt on top of his as he imagines it's his hands gripping at your waist, ass, breast, and any other body part he can get his hands on. 
It's when he’s so close to cumming he can taste it he hears his phone go off. His ears catch on to the ringtone and realize that it's you as he stops. 
Fuck, he was so close.
His chest rises and falls with each intake and well, checking his message to see what it says when a smile slowly spreads across his face.
[01:14am] Don’t cum just yet pretty boy. 
Jungkook bites his lips as he hurries to type back. Not wanting to keep you waiting.
[01:19am] Jk: I haven't Noona I'll be waiting
Jungkook scurried out of bed and practically rips the clothes from his body as he makes sure that everything is in place, grabbing a condom from his bag and placing it next to the bed. 
He can't wait to see you. He can't wait to touch you, make love to you.
What he doesn't know is that Yoonji has been standing outside the guest room, her body still as her eyes widen in shock. 
She can’t believe what she’s hearing as she pulls her hand away like the door knob is scorching hot. 
She hurries back to her room and closes the door as she slumps down to the ground, her eyes water with tears that threaten to fall.  
Was this relationship just a lie? 
They have a few more weeks before they go back to University, coming home for Summer break only to realize that he didn’t come home for her. 
He came for you. 
Yoonji glares at the picture of her and Jungkook that just so happens to be her screensaver on her phone. Their smiles bright as ever as they look, as anyone would assume, were happy. At least, that’s what she got from it.
Was she not enough? 
Why was he jacking off thinking about her mother of all people? 
Was something going on between the two of you? No… It couldn't be. 
If the turning in her stomach is anything, she knows she shouldn’t shake the possibility but…
You wouldn’t do that to her… Would you?
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kim-moonjoon · 2 months ago
Daddy Issues
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—PAIRING : Yandere!Jungkook × reader , Yandere!Namjoon × reader
—SUMMARY : Your life changes dramatically following the death of your father and the unexpected appearance of your stepbrother, Jeon Jungkook, making your life more miserable than it was before.
—GENERAL WARNINGS : Non/dub-con, pseudo-incest, obsessive behavior, smut, manipulation
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▬ Part 1
▬ Part 2
▬ Part 3
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