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bangfantanfic · 6 months

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Bring The Fire: 7

Warnings: May contain mentions of murder, rape, animal abuse/deaths, yandere behavior and sexual scenes.

NOTICE: as this story progresses, I do intend for it to be rather dark. Future themes of this story may become triggering. I do not believe any of BTS would truly behave this way, it is purely imaginative. Please do not repost this anywhere.

Genres: Yandere, romance, Royal!AU, Isekai.

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Spring had settled, the snow all but an unpleasant memory. The chill to the air still hung heavy in the early hours of the morning, but by early afternoon the sun had warmed the air. You would be a liar if you said you weren’t curious how Spring looked in the Empire, just how different did it feel compared to your timeline? Everything felt different compared to where you were supposed to be. But maybe that’s nothing unusual. You weren’t even sure if this was a different timeline. What if it was a whole different universe? Or, the easiest theory to stomach, a coma dream. Maybe none of this was real and you were in a hospital bed, drugged out of your mind, and having crazy dreams.

The last option seemed the most likely, and the most comforting.

Still, you were desperate to find out what exactly was going on. You needed answers and a way home. Returning back home (if it was even possible) was your number one priority. Whatever you returned to didn’t matter, anything would be better than whatever the fuck was going on here. Asking Deoksun for help had been awkward. You couldn’t tell her exactly what was going on, as much as you love the girl, you couldn't risk her running back to Namjoon and confirming his suspicions that you were in fact a witch. Who would believe you? How could you explain that an attempted suicide had landed you here? Wherever you are. You know damn well you wouldn’t believe it.

You had asked Deoksun if she knew of anyone who was able to read futures, read palms– anything of the sort. She had eyed you with as much suspicion as you had assumed she would. She had a few questions, all of which you were eager to answer, telling as much truth as you could without letting her know too much. You had explained you wanted to know your future, was marrying Prince Seokjin a good choice? What was life going to look like if you agreed? The maid had eyed you up and down, her nose scrunched up before she had shaken her head and told you she didn’t know anyone who was able to do such things, but she would look into it. That had been some weeks ago, and you hadn’t heard any news on the subject since. You didn’t want to push her, but what if she had forgotten?

You had officially been here for just over two months. Namjoon had kept you isolated from himself, and his brothers. You were still stuck with the company of the old toad, your teacher, and sweet Deoksun. You loved the maid, but she was still just a child. She wasn’t a person you could confide in. So you have taken up journaling. It has been therapeutic, helping you get all your lingering thoughts out of your mind. Of course, you had been careful with what you had written, just to be safe. You couldn’t risk someone reading anything.

The last two months had been incredibly lonely. Usually, you didn’t mind your own company, back home you had even relished in it. Now you realize, that without modern-day technology, you were most definitely not built to be alone. But, you were certain this was Namjoon’s plan. You wanted you alone, isolated. If he could get you desperate enough for human contact, maybe you would give him whatever information he was so desperate for. But what could you even say? You had told him the truth, and lying wasn’t an option. Agreeing to his suspicions was out of the question. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of admitting to witchcraft, even if it was a lie. What would he do?

The princes still sent small notes to your room, some nights you heard them by your door, pacing before slipping envelopes under the door. At first, you had ignored the letters, throwing them into the fireplace unopened. You would watch the fire eat away their words, a sense of satisfaction in your chest. But as weeks went by and loneliness began to eat away at you, burning their letters no longer gave you any satisfaction. You had begun to read their notes and letters, but you never responded. A small pathetic part of you was relieved they hadn’t forgotten you yet, that they still thought of you. It made you feel a little less lonely.

How pathetic.

Namjoon still allowed you to go outside twice a week, always accompanied. You had been assigned a regular guard, a man roughly your age, named Wonwoo. He was tall, quiet, and handsome. Wonwoo took his job seriously, never letting you stray too far. He kept you at arm's length at all times. You assumed Namjoon gave him details on what everyone's schedules were, seeing as most days he avoided going to certain areas of the palace. You had yet to run into the princes yet. You couldn’t help but feel a teeny tiny bit thankful toward Namjoon for the effort, he may think it was a punishment but in all honesty, you didn’t want to see them as much as Namjoon didn’t want to see you. It worked in your favor.

Deoksun hadn’t accompanied you on your morning walk, which was a first. When Wonwoo arrived at your door, the young girl missing from his side, it almost had you declining your only form of ‘freedom’. The guard had given you a deadpan look, arms crossed over his wide chest as he looked down on you.

“I’m a busy man, Lady Kim. I have far better things to do with my time, so please, make a decision.”

The bitter bite to his words had your pettiness bubble over. You may not want to go, but you’ll put on your big girl pants and be off. If it would piss off the man, you would be damned if you declined.

Huffing, hiking your poofy hanbok into your hands you shoved passed the man, marching down the hall. The Palace which had once felt like an unfamiliar maze was slowly becoming familiar. Maybe not the entire building, but the halls that you needed to know were engraved into your brain at this point. Every outing started on the same route, with a few changes depending on the Prince's schedule.

Your door slammed shut, heavy footsteps thundering behind you until your guard was at the same pace he always was. In the beginning, you had hoped to form a friendship with the man, desperation clinging to you heavily. You had tried everything you could to get the man to conversate with you, and every time he brushed you off. You were nothing more than a nuisance to the man. You had learned that quickly. You had also quickly learned he was easily irritated, often biting his tongue to hold back scolding you for running off or being too loud. So on the days he seemed particularly pissed off with your existence, you made sure to do everything you could to worsen his mood. You had very few joys in this life, you’d be damned if you didn’t take advantage of annoying an unnecessarily attractive, moody guard.

“Lady Kim, please stay close.” Wonwoo groaned, his pace picking up.

You ignored the man's begging, your steps picking up speed. The sun was out surprisingly early, reflecting off the dewy grass. It had rained heavily the night before, leaving the grass soaked through., and the earth mushy. You missed your boots. The hem of your dress was caked with mud, and for a moment you felt guilty. It was such a pretty outfit, and you had ruined it within only two hours of putting it on. Deoksun was going to be so upset with you.

The stables come into view, and your excitement picks up. Deoksun and Wonwoo had shown you the horse stables two weeks before, introducing you to the giant horses bred for battle. You had never seen horses so large before. Deoksun had been so excited to show you the beasts, that even Wonwoo had a little pep in his step. But your attention had been ripped away when your eyes landed on the fattest cat you had ever seen! The tabby was waddling toward the stables, its stomach bulging at the sides. You could have cried in delight. Deoksun had quickly explained the tabby was the pest control for the stables, her name was ‘Cat’, so very creative. She also happened to be heavily pregnant, hence the roundness. You had quickly befriended the cat, surprised with how friendly she was. You had honestly expected her to be feral.

Since then, you had begged to visit the stables in the hope of kittens. You had even snuck some chicken and other meats into your sleeves to bring along to bribe the cat to be your friend, and it had been working. Unfortunately, you didn’t have any leftovers for your new friend. You were a little worried she wouldn’t like you as much without the treats.

As you reached the back entrance of the stables, you made a beeline for where Cat had been setting up her nesting spot. She had been a little thief, stealing cloths and other soft things from the palace to make her birthing place as comfortable as possible. You had even brought along a blanket from your room to give to the sweet girl. Your excitement quickly disappeared at the sight of a trail of blood leading to where Cat was nesting. Your stomach tightened, that was too much blood to be from birthing. You turned on your heel, bumping into Wonwoo’s chest. The man grunted, his back going rigid.

He stepped around you, following the trail stopping at the pile of loose straw and bedding that you had helped the animal build up over the last few visits. The poor cat had been torn to shreds, by what he could only assume was a dog. It looked like the babies had been eaten, considering there weren't any of their bodies around. He knew the cat had given birth a few days after the Lady’s last visit, but she wasn’t aware. Deoksun had wanted to surprise her.

Wonwoo signed, rubbing his hand over his face. The poor girl was going to be devastated, he couldn’t let her see the gory scene. Making his way back to where he had left the Lady, he frowned, finding the space now empty. Wonwoo felt his heart rate accelerate. If he lost the damned woman, he would lose his head– and he was quite happy with his head where it was!

“Put it down.” You shrieked.

Wonwoo felt his bones nearly melt in relief at the sound of his Lady’s voice. Quickly, the guard took off toward the direction her voice had sounded from. He found the woman at the front entry of the stable, one hand on her hip while the other pointed toward a man's back.

“I said, put it down!” She hissed, crouching down to pick up a small stone.

Wonwoo eyed the man’s back, his brain working overtime trying to figure out how–why– a man's back was so familiar to him. His eyes widened, scrambling to grab your arm as you pulled back, but he was too slow. The stone had left your palm, soaring a short distance before hitting the man in the back of the head.

The man spun on his heel, eyes narrowed with unfiltered rage.

Prince Min Yoongi, future Emperor.

Yoongi had skipped his morning engagements. Meeting women of noble clans wasn’t exactly the way Yoongi had wanted to spend his morning. Families he couldn’t remember tripping over themselves to catch his attention, begging for their daughter to be the next Empress. It was embarrassing, honestly. Instead, he decided to take Taehyung and Jeongguk's dogs out with him. By order of the Emperor, Yoongi wasn’t supposed to go anywhere alone. Guards were always supposed to be flanking him. But sometimes, a man just needed his own space. The dogs were trained just as well as any royal guard– they were also excellent hunters. Unfortunately, they weren’t always the best listeners. His brothers were far too lenient on the mutts.

He had honestly tried to rein them in when they had spotted the tabby cat trying to sneak its way back into the stables. But they were Poongsan’s, famous Korean hunting dogs. What was he supposed to do? Stop their instincts? If he could act on his own, so could the dogs. Yoongi had hung back, listening to the dog's joyful barking and the cat's pained screeching. It was over quickly, for him at least. But to his surprise, one of the dogs returned with a tiny tiny kitten hanging from its mouth, unscathed. He plucked the tiny thing from the dog's mouth, holding it up to inspect it. It was tiny. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he had ever seen a living thing quite this small.

It was all black except for a tiny white spot between its nose and mouth. The closer he inspected it, he realized it was wounded. A small amount of its ear had been ripped off. Not enough to kill the thing, but what chances does it have without a mother?

Sighing, the prince held the tiny creature out toward the dogs, taunting them. The tiny kitten whined in his grip as he swayed it around, the dog's tails wagging as they watched eagerly. They wanted it, and he would gladly let them fight for it. As he pulled his arm back to throw the creature to the dogs a loud voice caught him off guard.

He turned, raising a scarred brow to the woman. He hadn’t seen her before, but judging from her attire, she was well off. His best guess was she was here to be introduced to him, a prospective bride. She was certainly pretty, but what drew him in was the rage in her eyes. The woman looked positively murderous. Her chest heaved in anger, her hand shaking as she pointed to the rat-like creature in his hand.

“What, this thing?” He questioned innocently, looking down at the newly lowered kitten. He pursed his lips. “No, I don’t think I will.” He grinned, turning back to the dogs that had begun to whine.

The woman let out a sound of anger. Yoongi could practically feel the heat radiating from her body from the few feet away she stood. He could hear her shifting behind him, getting slightly closer, only to freeze when the dogs growled at her.

“My dogs are hungry.” He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder and giving her a lazy smile. Turning back to the dogs he waved the cat around again, reigniting the dog's excitement

“I said, put it down!” She hissed.

A new set of footsteps had caught Yoongi’s attention, but he didn’t bother to look toward it. His heart was beating erratically, a new emotion he wasn’t familiar with pulsing through his veins. It felt similar to excitement, but the word didn’t sit quite right. This wasn’t excitement, thrilling absolutely, but that wasn’t right either. He wasn’t sure there was a word to describe whatever it was that he was feeling. Whatever it is, he wasn’t sure he liked it, but fuck was he already addicted to the feeling.

Yoongi made a move to toss the animal to the dogs, but the moment his shoulders had flexed, the woman seemed to have noticed. Something hard hit the back of his head, a soft thud. It didn’t hurt, but anger filled his veins. In all his years, not a single person (besides maybe his brothers or father) had ever disrespected him in such a way. Who in their right mind throws something at a prince? Let alone their future Emperor.

Yoongi felt possessed, his body moving on his own accord. Soon he stood only inches away from the woman, who only stared back with a hard glare. He could see the way her body trembled, she was scared despite the expression she bore.

“Do you know who I am?” He asked softly, his eyes burning into hers.

The woman's shoulders raised, before dropping back into place. “An ass-”

“Forgive her, your Highness! She is new to the Empire, she is still learning.” Her guard cut in, stepping in front of her, bowing deeply. He kept his gaze to the muddy grounds.

“Then allow me to educate you.” Yoongi gritted out, straightening himself up. “I am the Prince of this empire, the future Emperor, Min Yoongi.”

The woman scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes flickers towards the kitten in his hands for a split second, relief seeming to flicker across her features before hardening once again.

“I’ve already met the Princes.” She scoffed, waving a hand around him. “You aren’t one of them.”

The guard groaned, his face paling as he straightened himself up, leaning over to the woman's ear, whispering. Yoongi strained himself trying to hear what he said, but failed. Whatever it was, the woman's face scrunched up for a moment before she turned to face the guard in disbelief.

“You mean to tell me there’s seven of them!”

You felt sick.

You had been horrified at the thought of four princes. That seemed too many, but seven? Somebody needed to castrate the Emperor right this instant.

Your body seemed to act on its own, your back bending, nearly sending you face first into the mud. You may not have had many people to be bowing to over these last few weeks, but your teacher had basically beaten it into you. Bow, bow, bow.

“My apologies, Your Highness.” You gritted out, arms crossed over your stomach.

The man snorted, his empty hand wrapping around the neat bun on top of your head. He pulled your head up into an awkward angle, forcing you to cock your neck in an awkward angle to look up at him. The man grinned, the whites of his teeth and pink of his gums on display. He looked cute, almost childish, and you hated yourself for thinking that. But even you could admit that he was a soft looking man, even with the harsh scar over his brow and eye. It was the dark look swirling in his eyes that alerted you to the fact that this man’s looks were only there for a false sense of security.

“You don’t sound sincere at all.” He frowned, his grip tightening on the tiny kitten in his other hand.

The tiny cry of the kitten had your heart aching. It was true, you weren't apologetic at all. Not even a little bit. This lunatic was about to feed one of Cat’s babies to his dogs! How on earth were you the one having to apologize for his terrible actions?

“Please, accept my sincerest apologies, Prince Yoongi. My behavior was uncalled for, I promise you it will never happen again.” The words tasted bitter on your tongue as you forced the most sincerity into your words as you could.

Your words seemed to have worked, a new look ignited in the prince's eyes as he looked over your face.

“You promise?”

Your stomach churned at the look that flashed across the mans eyes. You weren't entirely sure what it meant, but you were smart enough to know it wasn't good. Min Yoongi set a chill in your blood, he made every cell in your body scream. You had though Prince Namjoon was a man of power, a man of danger. You didn't believe you could fear anymore more than you had feared Namjoon.

Yoongi had proved you wrong.

All you could do was stiffly nod your head, your body physically going against the action.

A grin spread across the mans pink lips, a look of pride in his eyes.

"Good girl."

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A/N: Hey all! Welcome back! I’m so sorry for how long this took, life has been less than pleasant! Hopefully my next update will be more interesting, and much sooner. As always, feedback is welcome and very wanted! It’s very helpful in kicking my ass into gear! I thrive off of encouragement lmao.

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bangfantanfic · 6 months

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Bring The Fire Update!

Bring The Fire will be updated tomorrow!

Chapter 7 will be posted once a final proof read is completed. That being said, if you would like to be tagged please let me know here, in my DM's or through comments on chapter 6!

Thank you all for your patience! <3

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bangfantanfic · 7 months

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Hey hey hey~~

How are youuu??? Been a while since I saw you on my feed ;-;

Hello hello 🤗

I am okay, how about you! It has been sometime.. life has been pretty not fantastic the last 12 months. I've lost a lot of my inspiration and desire to write but I'm slowly finding my way back into it again!

Hopefully I will be back on your feed with updates very soon! Thank you sm for checking in it's so sweet 😘

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bangfantanfic · 7 months

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When will you come back and grace us with more updates? 🥺😭😭 I'm patiently waiting especially for OOW, that story is truly amazing and I LOVE IT! please come back with more updates!! Luv you <33

Omg ily 😘

I’m in the process of writing new chapters as we speak! Fingers crossed it’ll be uploaded this month 🤞

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bangfantanfic · 7 months

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Hey! Just wanted to say I’m literally in love with Our Own World. You’re literally so, so talented and I can’t wait for future installments (if you’re planning any or want to continue on with it)!

Pls this is so sweet 🥹 thank you sm!

Im so glad you enjoy my lil hobby it means the world to me!! Im aiming to to put up a new chapter this month !

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bangfantanfic · 7 months

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NEXT CHAPTER OF "Our Own World" WHEN? 😭😭

Working on the new chapter as we speak 💪

Aiming to have it up this month! 💕

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bangfantanfic · 7 months

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hi how are you I was wondering wgen you can apload a new chapter of bring the fire ?🥰🥰

I’m working on new chapters now! I’m hoping to have a new chapter up this month!!

Fingers crossed 🤞

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bangfantanfic · 7 months

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HIIIII I absolutely LOVE Bring The Fire, can I please be added onto the tag list? Thank you in advance! And if you don't mind me asking, is it just me or did Bring The Fire 1 changed? Or maybe it's been too long since I've re-read it hahaha Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent with us!! <3

AH!! I’m so sorry for responding to this so late!

If you’re still interested you’re absolutely welcome to be on the taglist! Im so glad you’re enjoying it so far it means the absolute world to me 💕

I think it’s a bit confusing at the moment but I’m hoping over time everything will come together and make sense 🫠

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bangfantanfic · 1 year

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Our Own World: Chapter 11

Warnings: stalking, masturbation, yandere behavior, future smut. If I have missed anything please let me know :)

Type: romance, yandere, hyrbid!bts, somewhat slow burn.

tags; @miss-jupiter @imagine-forlife @blaaiissee @millenniumspec @toughbook @darkuni63 @badbyeyoongi @iloverubberduckiez-blog @missseoulite @singukieee @potterbrooke @suhappysuho @doublebunv @zae007live @sevenpersona @blancflms @childfmoonn @caffeineandreveries @cryingpages

You liked to think you were relatively positive as a person. You tried to look past the bad, power through, and make the best of a terrible situation. The last few months had been less than ideal but you were figuring things out, slowly albeit, but steadily improving. You had been proud. Pushing your discomfort aside, working on your fears and feelings of disgust. You had made solid improvement in creating some form of relationship with the seven strangers your brother had inconvenienced you with, and the road had been bumpy and slippery, and every other thing you’d hate a road to be, but it was finding smooth ground. Sure there had been a slight increase in tensions, and things had gotten a little uncomfortable with Jeongguk but you were positive you could push past it. He was testing you, of course. You were just as much a stranger to him, as he was to you. That had been easy enough to walk yourself through. Talk yourself through.

This new situation was something steps, nor words could truly solve.

Bile sat at the peak of your throat, the hammering of your heart threatening to push it out. Hoseok’s wide eyes on yours made your stomach knot so painfully tight you were sure it was moments away from rupture. It was evident that he was somewhat embarrassed, and at first while frantically trying to understand what the fuck was happening, you noticed. You wished you could take it back. Somehow convince your fritzing brain it saw wrong. But the evidence was so clear, just what the man had been doing in your room.

“What happened?”

The commotion around you sounded muffled. Like you were underwater having a conversation with someone on the edge of the pool. You must have screamed. You couldn’t remember doing it. The raw feeling in your throat could be explained if you had. Soothing hands rubbed at the bare skin of your shoulder, muted whispers tickling your ear.

Who was talking to you? Their skin felt so cool against your surely clammy skin. It was a welcomed feeling.

“Hoseok Hyung?”

The name seemed to echo for a second, the room quiet. And then it felt like a tsunami hit, the air forces from your lungs, a gasp of air so loud one would think you held your breath for hours.

Hoseok was under your bed. Hoseok was staring at you, gripping white knuckles at a pair of your panties with his dick out.

What the fuck.

“Jimin, please take Y/n somewhere else.” Namjoon’s voice was eerily calm. The usual lighthearted tone was nowhere to be heard. His body was tense and tall, almost as if ready to pounce.

Jimin had easily understood the urgency in his packmates' tone, and more than gladly ushered you off the floor. His packmates split aside like the Red Sea as he guided you out of the room, aching to pull you closer and hold your hand. But he knew better.

The fox hybrid found you were compliant, letting him lead you wherever he wanted. If this had been any other situation he would have been thrilled. Happy to have you to himself, listening and obedient. If he was being honest, he was still rather happy, but it was dulled. At least he had you to himself for once. His pack was greedy, they didn’t understand that Jimin needed you more. You needed him more.

Jimin had led you to his bedroom— well, shared bedroom. But it was empty as of now, so his. Personally, he would have preferred a room on the floor, his instincts wanting to be as low as possible but.. well, sometimes he just had to be thankful for what he had. Jimin had not minded sharing a room, not really. Not until you arrived and suddenly the space felt too small. How could he give you the perfect home, the perfect nest to raise children in, when the space was crowded? He had no privacy for his time with you.

Once you realized how you and he are meant to be, he was sure things would change. You could both leave. The thought was slightly depressing. Leaving his pack would hurt. But that pain would be nothing compared to a life without his mate. It was an easy choice. An easy sacrifice.

Seeing you in his room was a whole new feeling he wasn’t aware he was capable of making. You had been so awkward at first, standing limply by the closed door. He had thrown himself into his bed, sighing happily to be back in his own comfort. No strange smells, no looming anxiety, just contentment. He had watched as you took in the room, eyes flickering over every corner of the room before settling back on him. Jimin loved having your attention. It happened so rarely, and it would need to change. It was beginning to drive him insane.

“Y/n, you should lie down, you look like you’re about to drop.” Jimin frowned, gently taking your fingers into his.

You didn’t pull away. A grin threatened to bloom across the hybrid's lips, but he had to control himself. He didn’t need you to be upset with him either. You needed a friend, someone in this house you could feel comfortable with and clearly, his packmates were doing poorly. But not him. Perhaps all this distance between you and him hadn't been such a bad thing after all. He could make this all work in his favor. What a lucky fox indeed.

Jimin’s room was technically the main master bedroom. The house had four bedrooms, and the study was a temporary room right now. The downstairs ‘master’ room Jay and Mila usually resided in was originally a guest suite, but seeing as there were more people than rooms, and the upstairs master was slightly bigger, it was divided up into three, tall makeshift shelving used as privacy walls. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin all shared the master room, Yoongi and Hoseok in the next, and then the youngest two, Taehyung and Jeongguk in the third. Usually, the other four shared a bathroom, and then Jimin and his roommates shared the ensuite, but unfortunately, it needed some fixing after Namjoon’s last rage fit. So now all seven of them were stuck in one bathroom. You were kind enough to share Jay’s ensuite downstairs with whoever needed it, your brother wasn’t as soft-hearted.

The hardwood floors were scratched up from the rearranging of furniture, and the walls were painted a cool gray with white trimming, a neutral color to match three different men. You couldn’t see past Jimin’s section, his being the first. A double bed shoved in the corner, one bedside table covered with wrappers, a laptop, and a tissue box. His bed was covered in pillows, blankets, and articles of clothing. Despite how messy it sounded, the cluttered bed was still somewhat neat. Almost as if every item was placed purposefully, carefully. A few shelves lined the walls, and manga was neatly lined in order. They looked so well cared for, you wondered if they had even been read. The space was clean, other than the half-unpacked suitcase on the floor and headphones dangling from the laptop.

“Y/n?” Jimin was starting to feel antsy. He had watched you look over the entirety of his side of the room, and he felt anxious. Did you not like it? If he had planned for you to be in his room, he definitely would have cleaned up... And emptied the bin by his bed.

Jimin could have sworn he melted when your eyes met his, a little smile on your lips. Sure, it was forced, but it was for him. You were trying to look okay, for him.

Holding out his hand, he watched as you placed yours in his so softly, without hesitation. You weren’t scared of him at this moment, he truly had to thank Hoseok. Your hand was smooth in his, soft and warm. Did all of your skin feel this delicate? He could feel your heartbeat under his fingertips, your blood thundering through your veins. An involuntary shiver ran up his spine at the thought of your pretty skin bloody and bruised.

With a soft tug, Jimin had you on the mattress with him. His nest would need fixing later, but for once he wasn’t bothered. Your fingers were still linked with his, and your eyes closed. Despite the tranquil look on your face, your chest raised rapidly. Jimin frowned. You weren’t as relaxed as he was. He knew why, but why? Sighing, he shifted to look at you better. You peeked through one eye. You looked so tired. It made his heart ache, he wants to look after you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he was apologizing. He knew for a fact he hadn't done anything to you. He had been walking on eggshells since you arrived, wanting to keep you happy. Sure, he had maybe gotten a little clingy and touchy, but your presence was so intoxicating that he couldn’t help himself. He likes to think he held himself back rather well. Perhaps he was sorry on behalf of his pack. Moreso Jeongguk and Hoseok. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened with Jeongguk, and he felt a little guilty knowing that whatever had happened between the two of you, he could have been there to help had he not run off with Hoseok.

But Hoseok. While he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He could piece things together. He had seen enough to have a good inkling about what his packmate had been doing in your room– hell, he could smell it.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Jimin.”

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.

The way you whispered his name was heavenly. Like you were telling him a secret. He loved when you spoke his name, it sent tingles through his nerves and sent his stomach spinning. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet. He knew he had nothing to really be sorry for, but it felt right to say and he had been right. You finally responded to him.

Your breathing had eased, not quite as labored as minutes ago, but the grip you had on his hand had tightened. He wished Namjoon would have lowered his voice a little more so he could enjoy the sound of you breathing. He was jealous of your poor hearing quality at this moment– and honestly some others. It must be nice to live so unaware of everything around you.

Namjoon wasn’t sure he had ever felt this angry before. The fearful expression you bore as Jimin all but dragged your paled form out of the room had nearly broken his heart. You hadn’t looked up from the floor, wide eyes glued to the floor as if trying to comprehend what was happening. He wished he had been the one leading you, comforting you. But of course, he couldn’t. Not when Jay had left him in charge of your care. He had a duty to you, and even if Jay hadn’t requested this of him, he still would do the same. The rest of his pack's feelings didn’t matter to him when it came to you. He was well aware that there were a few others that may have shared a similar sentiment toward you as he did, but he knew that what he felt was vastly different. You were the first human woman they had spent time with, it was excitement, lustful almost. Not for him. Your soul had been specifically created to mesh with his. A perfect match.

And they were driving you away.

“Namjoon, maybe you should step away fo–” Seokjin’s words died on his tongue, the poisonous look his leader shot his way was more than enough. Instead, he sighed, pressing his tongue against the meat of his cheek in frustration.

“Hoseok, get out from under there.” Namjoon barked, jaw so tense he was sure he could feel his teeth cracking. A dentist visit will be needed after tonight.

Five sets of eyes watched as the snow leopard awkwardly shimmied out from under the bed, hands still white-knuckled around a piece of cloth. His head hung shamefully, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He was usually so careful. The look of disgust and fear had his stomach so tight he couldn’t breathe.

The wolf hybrid stalked closer, leaving an inch between them. When Hoseok made no move to meet his leader's eyes, Namjoon felt his anger bubble over, the calming breaths he had been attempting to use were failing him. Hoseok had flinched when Namjoon had raised his hand, expecting a hit. Instead, nails dug into the elder's jaw, forcing him to meet his leader's eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Namjoon asked calmly. If Hoseok couldn’t see the man's face he wouldn’t have guessed he was angry. The pulse in his throat was rapid, and his teeth grinding painfully was what gave away the simmering anger. The hold on his jaw was beginning to ache, and his knees felt like jelly under all the accusing eyes.

He knew he was wrong, of course, he was. But how could he explain himself? ‘Sorry Joonie, spending a rut alone and having my mate so damned close I just couldn’t control myself, my bad.’

Of course not. He was sure that would have him sporting a shiny black eye.

“Joon, I’m so sorry–”

“Bullshit!” Taehyung scoffed, the only prey in the room frustrated. “You and Jeongguk are fucking this all up, you’re ruining it!”

Taehyung was sick of it. The perfect opportunity had been served to him on a golden platter. A pandemic that would force Jay to stay away longer, and you to stay with him. An indefinite period of time for him to court you. A love story he could tell his grandchildren. But then fucking Namjoon had ratted to Jay about the early ruts, for ‘safety’ reasons. Leaving Taehyung locked away from you for two goddamn weeks! And somehow in that little time, they had fucked up everything, sending him back to square one. He was sick of this. He just wanted his mate, and everyone here couldn’t seem to control themselves and were scaring you away.

Seokjin rested a hand on the younger man's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. He pitied the boy. The younger three were still so clueless about love, he was sure the monkey had dreamed too big and was struggling to accept that you just weren’t quite there yet. The poor boy had most likely made a movie like a love story in his mind and found it frustrating that the plot didn't move as fast as he wanted. He was impatient and greedy. Perhaps it was his fault for giving him everything.

Hoseok’s eyes couldn’t even flicker in Taehyung's direction. His eyes cemented Namjoon's. Too scared to even blink. The wolf looked ready to rip his throat out with his teeth. Nothing was stopping him from doing so either. He was sure the rest of his pack would just watch it happen. How depressing

Namjoon shoved the leopard away, Hoseok stumbling before hitting the floor. The pack leader turned back to the others, frustration oozing from every pore he had. “Clearly, some of us have forgotten how to respect boundaries.” He sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he took shuddering breaths. “Are you trying to run her away?”

Namjoon watched the shake of heads; no.

“Then why the fuck are you acting this way? Do you want Jay back?” He hissed. Their owner was able to return whenever they requested, Namjoon had asked him to stay with Mila’s family a bit longer, and his human was more than happy to comply. Honestly, Namjoon had a lot more control over his owner than he would ever admit.

“You’re all to leave Y/n alone. She will seek you out if she wants to, but until then leave her be.”

Seokjin found the rule to be a bit much, but he had no choice but to agree. Namjoon knew what was best, even if it felt unfair. At least in the rules he had set, they were allowed to speak with you during dinners, and greet you in passing, but they weren’t to seek you out. That was easy enough. Seokjin already knew your routine like the back of his hand.

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“Y/n… Y/n, wakey wakey~”

You grunted at the gentle shaking, limply trying to brush the hand away.

“Aw come on sleepyhead, I really gotta pee.”

Who even was that? Was someone in your room? When did you even fall asleep... In your room? Hoseok was in your room...

Your eyes flew open, greeted by the dark. You could roughly make out the layout of the room and it definitely wasn’t yours, this was far more lived in. Your pillow wasn’t this firm either. Your hand brushed over the material, frowning. It was much rougher than your pillowcase. Not silk at all.

“You’re getting a little low there.” Jimin’s strained voice whined out.

Jimin.

You jolted up, scrambling to the other side of the bed. Your face felt like it was on fire, how embarrassing. You were just feeling up the poor dude.

“Oh my god– Jimin, Jimin I am so sorry!” You groaned, pressing the heel of your palms into your eyes willing yourself to go completely blind. You may not be able to see in the dark but you could still feel his eyes burning over you.

Jimin had to bite his tongue, and stop himself from telling you just how much he enjoyed your hands on him. You had fallen asleep some time ago, wrapping yourself around his torso. Your pretty head resting so gently on his shoulder. It was his own piece of heaven. He spent hours playing with your hair, smelling it, kissing it. He smelt just like you. He had put off waking you up for as long as possible, wanting to soak the moment in, not knowing when he would ever have it again. But of course, his bladder had other ideas.

Waking you up hadn’t gone to plan. Turns out you were an incredibly deep sleeper, the new information sparking excitement. He wondered how far he could go, what he could do before you would woke up. When you finally did open your eyes, you didn’t seem all there. Your eyes move across the darkened room. Your heartbeat had picked up slightly, panicked at the new surroundings. He had gone to speak, he really had. He was going to comfort you, and remind you where you were… but your hands. It was light at first, fingertips grazing over his clothed chest. Pressing, putting pressure. You hummed thoughtfully, and he felt his heart spasm in his chest. Palm down and trailing over his chest before sinking lower, lower, traveling downward. He knew his shirt had risen a little, you wiggled a lot in your sleep. Your pinky had just brushed over his bare skin, feather-light. Jimin had felt his throat close up, his joints locking him in place.

Speak. Speak. Speak, Jimin.

When he had finally managed to spit out words, your whole frame had frozen up before pushing him away. He grunted at the force, pouting. You looked incredibly flustered, and he couldn’t say he didn’t resemble you. He was incredibly thankful for the darkness of the room, the hard-on threatening to bust through his sweatpants would have sent Jimin to an early grave.

Here lies Park Jimin

1995-2021

Beloved packmate.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He mumbled, shuffling himself into a sitting position. He quickly pulled one of the many blankets of his nest and placed it over his lap before turning on the light on his bedside table. The pale light lit up the room enough for him to see your face clearly. He had rather good eyesight in the dark, but he preferred to see you with the lights on.

“I was just surprised.” You defended, arms crossing over your chest. “You don’t scare me.”

Jimin grinned, licking his lips. The lovesick side of Jimin’s brain was preening. You weren’t scared of him, of course, you weren’t! He was here to protect you. You were his, and he yours. Life has specifically made your souls for each other. How could he hurt you?

A side of Jimin that he would rather ignore was thrilled by your comment. You weren’t scared of him, but he could change it so easily. What fun it would be to have you terrified under him, how far could he push you?

“I can be very scary.” Jimin teased, leaning closer. Your eyes rolled, making Jimin simper. “Do you want me to prove it to you?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head at the challenging tone. Out of all of the men in the house, Jimin was probably who you felt safest with. Seokjin was a close second, but knowing what he was spliced with, you were apprehensive. Jimin reminded you of a kid, playful and cheeky.

“Sure Jimin, prove it.”

The fox hybrid's body shivered in excitement, his tail swishing wildly behind him, a blurred movement. “You asked for it.”

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A/n; every time I post I feel like I’ve missed something ;-; anyways hope you enjoy, it’s all downhill from here 🥰

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Bring The Fire: 6

Warnings: possible mentions of murder, blood, mutilation, rape, yandere behavior, and sexual behavior . if I missed anything please let me know.

Genres: yandere, romance, Royal!Au, Isekai

tags; @millenniumspec @inlovewithallmusic @toughbook @ungodlyjoon @everrrlasting @kooookie @anachikartadze @han-elif @lachimolala22019 @darkuni63 @iloverubberduckiez-blog @ezzy-witch @tanniehopper @potterbrooke @walkxthexmoon @devils-blackrose @imagine-forlife

PLEASE READ: as this story progresses, I do intend for it to be rather dark. Future themes of this story may become triggering. I do not believe any of BTS would truly behave this way, it is purely imaginative. Please do not repost this anywhere.

Two weeks since you found yourself in his predicament. You had spent the last week and a half prince free. After watching Prince Jeongguk attack his brother in what you could only describe as an attempted murder, you had been moved to your own room. Prince Seokjin had a party to attend that evening, and during it, Deoksun had been ordered to move your room. The very little belongings you had were moved across the palace and into a room all for you. It wasn’t as big or well-decorated as the princes, but that shouldn’t have been a surprise.

Over the last few days, Deoksun had let slip that Prince Namjoon had been pretty furious over the two’s fight. She had told you about the man's burdens, bearing the responsibility for all his brother's misdeeds. You felt sympathy for the man, and while you were sure the situation was vastly different, you did understand to an extent. Deoksun had explained that it was his order to have to be removed from the Prince’s wings and into the guests. Since then, you had no visits from the princes and you couldn’t be more thankful. It had given you time to truly assimilate, to understand just where you were and what was happening– sort of. You still weren’t sure how you got to a whole other period. But one step at a time. Deep down, a selfish part of you didn’t want to leave. At least here you had a bed, food, and something close to stability. Everything you didn’t have in your timeline. A part of you wondered if you would still be so desperate to leave if it hadn’t been Seokjin finding you. The four princes you had met were off. They had a horrible energy that coated the air whenever they were close by. You had felt it even when you couldn’t see them, most nights. It was almost as if they lingered by your door, suffocating the air with their presence. It keeps you up most evenings, leaving you haggard by the time Deoksun comes to wake you.

Every day you took lessons. Deoksun had explained that Seokjin had them organized for you. Boring, long lessons. Basic etiquette, food, music, writing, reading, and even how to walk. It was all painfully dull, and honestly a little offensive. You knew how to behave, or at least you had thought you did. This world was vastly different from your own. But you complied. You needed to fit in until you figured out how to escape and find your way home. Life may be a little rough in your own time, but you were smart enough to know it's where you belong, and messing with time isn’t the wisest. You didn’t want to be the girl who fucks up the ‘future.’

Deoksun would stay with you through every lesson, a proud smile on her face as she silently cheered you on. After every lesson, you would have the young girl sit by you and share sweets. Little cakes, and candies, more than you could ever stomach. It had taken a few days to convince her, worried she could be caught, or worse, it was a trap. But soon enough, the two of you would share meals and snacks every day. You were happy to see the girl putting on some healthy weight. Her bony body always had your heart aching.

You were happy.

Were.

Exactly two weeks after being removed from the prince's wing, you had a visitor. An unwelcome one at that. You were in the middle of a lesson, your teacher was an elderly woman trying to correct your posture, complaining that it was throwing off your walk. How could you have explained that years of hunching over your laptop had left you with a posture like a gargoyle? Every time your back began to ache from the still upright position, and your shoulders gave way you felt the quick smack of her hand on your head.

The harsh knuckles against your door had put a pause to the woman’s scolding. You would have felt thankful if it hadn’t been for the stifling air that filled the space. Your eyes flickered to Deoksun who gave you a small shrug. You felt your heart beat painfully fast in your stomach, your throat closing up. A sympathetic smile was sent your way by the young maid as she pulled open the door, her back quickly throwing her head to the floor in a deep bow.

Namjoon.

“Good morning Ms. Lee,” He greeted, his attention not yet on you. The old woman smiled sweetly, bowing stiffly to the prince.

“My Prince, what a surprise!” She crooned, sugar lacing her words. You had to hold back a surprised snort. What a toad.

The prince quirked a brow, a smile on his plushy lips. The look made your stomach lurch. It looked so fake. And yet the old woman’s wrinkled cheeks flushed at the sight. Out of the four princes, Namjoon made you the most uncomfortable. There was an aura around the man that made every nerve in your body turn to fire, your fight-or-flight instincts screaming to find the nearest exit. Jeongguk was a close second, but he seemed simpler. Someone you could easily manipulate if the situation called for it. Namjoon on the other hand was tricky. He came across as someone that wasn’t easily fooled, far too smart. A look from him and it felt as if he knew all your secrets, every detail about you; ones you weren’t even aware of.

“I need to speak with Lady Kim,” The way he spoke your alias was bitter like he had swallowed a glass of straight lemon juice. “Do you mind giving us a moment?”

You watched the old toad fumble over her words, nodding along with every word he spoke. “Of course your highness, whatever you need!” She spewed, gathering a few things from the table by her side. “Come maid.” she barked as she passed Deoksun.

The young girl's eyes met yours, her face apologetic as the old woman practically dragged her away. The guard that had been accompanying Namjoon pulled the door shut behind the women, sealing you off the world. Trapped.

The prince still hadn’t even looked at you, and you weren’t sure if you were happy with it. Somehow it felt worse than the condescending looks he had sent you the first time you had met him. You had wanted to melt into the cracks of the floorboards that night. You found yourself hoping for Seokjin to come to your rescue once again.

“Your studies are moving along well, I was almost impressed.” He finally spoke, still not looking your way. He had moved further into the room, looking down at the books that covered the desk you had been given the day you had your first lesson. For some reason, you felt embarrassed as you watched him flick through the loose pages you had used for notes. He seemed to linger on a specific page, jaw set tightly. Were you supposed to say something? Bow? Thank him? You couldn’t even if you wanted to. All your joints seemed locked in place, you couldn't move.

“Seokjin is still desperate to see you.” The prince finally sighed, eyes finally meeting yours. This seemed to wake your joints, your knees wobbling. “I had hoped this time apart would make..” He paused, lips pursed as he tried to think of the right wording. “I had hoped this time apart would wake him up. Fortunately for you, it has not. He still wishes to marry you this spring, despite my efforts to sway him.”

Did he think this was good news for you? You were just as irritated by this news as he was, if not more. You had hoped that this time would have diminished whatever infatuation Seokjin seemed to have toward you. But luck didn’t seem to be on your side as of late.

Namjoon’s heavy steps broke your thoughts, a sound of surprise escaping you when you realized just how close he had gotten. You could feel yourself suffocating. Your lungs are refusing to work, and your knees ache.

“Look at me.”

You hadn’t expected the softness of his tone. You had looked up in surprise, honestly expecting to see someone else. Meeting Namjoon’s eyes made you want to disappear once again. His gaze was hard, eyes flickering over every inch of your face like he was searching for something.

“You are a witch?”

Your brows shot up in surprise. A witch? That was his best idea for the situation. You wanted to headbutt him in the teeth. “A witch?” You repeated, disbelief evident.

“How else could you explain my brothers?” He challenged, eyes narrowing in on yours. He sounded a bit more confident in his accusation.

His brothers? The weirdos that stood outside your door most nights? The ones that had small notes and trinkets sent in with your meals? How could he possibly place the blame for their behavior onto you?

“I am not a witch.”

“That's something a witch would say.”

Your jaw dropped. Was that seriously his argument? What was he, five? You scoffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Perhaps you had been wrong. Maybe you had given him far more credit than he was due. He was an idiot.

“Your highness, this is ridiculous!” You sighed, rubbing your palms over your face in frustration. “Aren’t you too old to believe in witches and magic?”

The man pulled a face, stepping away from you. It still wasn’t as much space as you would have liked, but at least now you could breathe without feeling the fabric of his robes against yours. He seemed almost affronted by your words. If you were smart you probably would have felt more anxious by the expression he was pulling. But you were too annoyed by his accusation to care. A witch was just silly.

He sucked in a sharp breath before pressing his palm to his chest, right where his heart should be. “Then how do you explain what you have done to me!” He questioned, almost proudly. Like he had said something that had proved his case.

“To you?” You echoed, head tipping to the side as you looked him over. Had you infected him with some disease from the future? Was that something that could happen? He didn’t look sick, just agitated. You weren’t a doctor, you dropped out well before any of the real education happened.

An irritated huff left the man, his hands reaching out and gripping your wrist. The rough skin of his hands felt hot against yours, feverish. He forced your palm to his chest where his heart was beating erratically. “To. Me.” He sneered out. “What have you done to me?”

You frowned, trying to pull your hand away from him. He was crazy, clearly. Your attempts to move away only made his grip tighten, the bones in your wrist aching at the pressure. “I didn’t do anything to you, please let me go.” You panicked.

“Liar.” He hissed, his free hand forcing your face back up to his. Forcing eye contact. He looked feral. His eyes were flittering across your face, desperate to catch something, anything to prove your deceit. You were lying, he knew it. Whenever you were nearby his body grew hot, and his heart ached and pounded painfully against his ribs. He was sure he was dying the first time it had happened. You had stared up at him with pretty wide eyes, kneeling before him. It had been a wonderful sight. But the urge to find out who you were had been far stronger.

He had found himself sickly during the past two weeks. Exhausted, achy, and nauseous. After passing by your room one night he found that all these symptoms had practically disappeared, only to be replaced with feelings much worse. So what else could you be? As childish as it sounded, a witch was all he could conclude. His physician had confirmed he was healthy. You couldn’t have poisoned him, you had been locked away for two weeks. So it had to be a spell, witchcraft.

And yet, the moment your skin was on his he felt well. The heat that burned his skin since he arrived at your room cooled, and his heart felt more like butterfly wings compared to the abusive beating only seconds ago. You had looked at him in concern for only a second, your eyes softening so slightly. You were worried. Worried for him. The thought had his stomach flipping in excitement.

You had broken him.

“My Prince,” You started slowly and it only irked him further. He wasn’t some spooked animal. He was just frustrated, and why were you avoiding his name? He wanted to hear the way your tongue spoke his name. “I am not a witch–”

“Then what, who, are you?” He groaned, not caring to hear your defense. If you weren’t a witch then what else could you be? Why was he feeling this way? Why did Seokjin’s incessant blabbering about the damned spring wedding fill him with so much rage? He needed answers and you weren’t providing any.

“I’m Lady Kim.”

Namjoon had left a few hours ago, dismissing Ms. Lee. This left you with the rest of your day free. Deoksun had cheerfully announced that Prince Namjoon had permitted you to go outside once again. You weren’t as excited as the maid. You didn’t want to leave the room. It was far safer here than outside. Any of the princes could be lurking around, and the last thing you wanted was another altercation. After much coaxing, Deoksun had you up and dressed for the harsh winter. A new guard had greeted you outside your room, much older than the last one. He bowed stiffly before leading the way out of the palace. Every step your muscles fought against, your brain begging you to turn back and hide under the heavy bed covers.

But once the icy air hit your face, all worries seemed to chip away. The fresh air felt amazing in your lungs, clearing up all the old air that circulated your body. Your mood instantly lifting. The grounds were layered with snow, a path having been roughly dug out. The three of you walk the grounds in somewhat comfortable silence. Loud unfamiliar voices were chanting in the distance, training you assumed. Your stomach swirled uncomfortably at the memory of the only training session you had seen.

Deoksun was chatting away, explaining different things to you. Pointing out different locations on the palace grounds. Perhaps if you hadn’t been so focused on letting the young girl drown out all your thoughts, maybe you would have noticed the eyes on you.

Jeongguk was struggling. He found Namjoon’s orders to be incredibly unfair. You had been sent to your quarters and no visitors. His heart had ached for you, how lonely you must have felt. Did you miss him the way he missed you? The thought had him grinning. Of course, you did. Your interactions with him may have been relatively brief, but he had known you felt for him the way he felt for you. Were you aware that it was a soulmate bond too? Maybe not. But that didn’t deter him at all. Jeongguk had been as patient as he could for you. Nights by your door, listening to your soft laughter with the damned maid had him jealous. But he couldn’t be cruel, you needed some companionship for now, but once he was back by your side the girl would have to go. You should only focus on him. He was all you need after all.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” He huffed, eyes narrowing on the woman beneath him. Bulging eyes stared back pleadingly. A maid, he thinks. He had found her loitering around the dining room, a new face.

She had been so happy with his attention, and she had some little similarities to you that he had been somewhat happy to give her his attention. Quick enough he had her writhing and moaning under him only moments ago, what an ungrateful girl. But alas, she was not you. In fact, the more he looked at her now, he realizes he must have been delusional to think she looked even remotely like you.

His grip on her throat tightened, the muscles under his hands flexing as she struggled to bring in air. Her pouty lips moved soundlessly, but he could understand. He had seen the same words mouthed more times than he could count. Why.

He wasn't sure why not really. He hadn’t put much thought into it. It just felt good. It made him feel good.

Jeongguk was a pure man, at least in the way of sex. He had never fucked another, not in ways that mattered. Sure he had done other things, oral, anal, and a personal favorite wound sex. Jeongguk wasn’t sure if there was a name for what he was doing, nor did he really care. He had found his interest in the action after the death of the woman he had believed to be his soulmate. The nasty gash in her throat had been so thrilling to look at, and well, he liked to think he would try anything once.

He had no intention of doing that to this woman. She had bored him too much, and all he could think of was you while the girl sucked him off. Would you know how to do it? Were you experienced? Would you be shy?

He had eventually gotten too frustrated, the woman doing a poor job. Nothing had relieved him. So he had given up. But he couldn’t let her go, what if this woman was gossipy and you found out? The thought made his heart pang. She had to go.

Her blunt nails were struggling to latch onto his arms, her grip weak as she tried to claw his arms off her throat. Her face was bright red, and her lips were swollen and drooling. The fear in her eyes sent an excited shiver down the prince's spine. The whole ordeal was thrilling and erotic. If there was one thing that never failed him, it was violence.

How would you look in this position? Would you be as messy, as scared? Would you fight back harder, or simply cry?

A sick crack had him lose balance for a moment. All his weight and balance had been put into the woman's throat, so the sudden snapping had sent his body swaying for a moment before he stabilized himself. He sat up properly, resting his full weight on her thighs. He stared down at the glassy wide eyes locked onto him. His palm gently rested on her cheek, stroking it comfortingly before brushing over her swollen lips. His thumb rested on the red flesh, pulling it down and watching it flick back into place, pouting up at him. He grinned.

“Good girl.”

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“I was thinking pinks– perhaps salmon, thoughts?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. His eldest brother had been thrilled to hear of your studies, and even more so when he learned how well you had been doing. This had almost instantly sent the man into a never-ending spiel of wedding plans. Namjoon was struggling to hold himself back from punching his brother in the mouth to shut him up. The last thing he wanted to even think about right now was Y/n, having his brother blabbering about her was no help. After his attempt to confront her, he had been left with a terrible feeling in his chest. Once again he felt every symptom of illness, but once again the physician had sent him away singing praises of his health. It was all too frustrating. He wanted to hate you, he had no reason to like you. You hadn’t done anything to earn his affections, and yet...

“Namjoon, are you even listening to me?”

Of course not.

“I am salmon in the spring.”

“Close enough–”

And he was off again, this time about the menu. Namjoon knew exactly what he was feeling at that moment. Jealousy. Seokjin was handsome, he could truly have any woman he wanted. So why did he have to want her? Namjoon knew, compared to his brothers, he wasn’t able to match their looks. He definitely had things they did not, a brain for one, but perhaps that wasn’t something you cared for. Maybe you were happy to marry Seokjin, perhaps you were satisfied with his pretty face and empty skull. He didn’t know you well enough to make these judgments– and that was what irked him. He didn’t know you. At all. So why was he jealous? It wasn’t uncommon at all for marriage to be between strangers, especially if it was beneficial. Namjoon was sure you held no power, you definitely couldn’t bring him any benefits. He would love to get to know you. But something about you was incredibly exasperating. Every time he tried to speak to you, his brain went to mush and he got far too aggressive, he was sure you were scared of him. An easy fix, he could smooth that issue over. But he couldn’t fix his brain. Something about you triggered a side of his brain he wasn’t proud of.

“And of course the wine–”

He would just have to make you like him more. It should be easy enough. Namjoon was far more level-headed than his brothers. He would just have to extend the separation. He would tell them he had to test you, seeing if you were truly ready to join their society. Of course, he would put it off for some time, forcing you to spend more hours with him. You would surely form some sort of attachment to him. It seemed a little too easy, and there would surely be some bumps along the way, but he would face them when they arose. He could make this work in his favor. As far as his brothers know, Namjoon doesn’t care for your existence all too much. It truly was perfect.

Soon enough you would love him.

“Namjoon, how much longer do you think?” Jin sighed, stress evident in his tone. “I need to begin preparations.”

Namjoon had to hold himself from rolling his eyes. “Ms. Lee isn’t confident in her yet, she needs another week or two, and then I will be doing some tests to confirm if she is ready to integrate.” He tried to keep the details to a minimum. He didn’t want, nor need, any questions from his brother. If he kept it simple and brief the man would drop it usually.

Usually.

“You said her studies have gone well.” He pointed out, arms crossing over his broad chest. A scrutinizing look was almost enough to have Namjoon squirm.

“And they have,” He agreed, coming to a stop by his room. “But she is still lacking in some areas–Jin-Hyung, do you want Y/n to be at risk?” He accused, his lips twitching. The offended streak on his elder brother's face was nearly enough for Namjoon to grin.

“Of course not!” He huffed, licking his lips nervously. “I was simply confirming information.”

Seokjin was dumb enough to trust his brother. The younger hadn’t given any indication of interest toward you, other than the stress of you somehow outing that you weren’t the daughter of a noble. The secret lessons were a brilliant idea on Namjoon’s behalf, and he was thankful his baby brother was so keen to help him out. Seokjin knew Y/n would need some kind of lessons, he just wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it. Who would he have to contact? Who could he trust to keep the ordeal a secret from the Emperor? But Namjoon seemed to know the answer to every concern Seokjin had. It was a great relief.

In the few hours Seokjin had spent with you, he had found you were clueless about how to behave correctly. You were like an alien. He had found it all amusing but worrying. If he had just introduced you to his father as he had intended, you surely would have been locked away and questioned. His paranoid father would believe you to be a spy or something ridiculous, and he had seen the way his father had treated those he saw as a threat.

“I have duties to attend to, I will see you tonight.” Namjoon groaned, a palm rubbing at his tired face.

Jin hummed, nodding. He was lucky enough to be almost entirely free today. He had pushed himself to get through as much as he could and get through the jobs he had abandoned when you resided in his room. His focus had definitely been somewhere else, and if he was truthful, it still was. He was so desperate to have you near, and time seemed dreadfully slow. So throwing himself into his tasks had been a bit of relief from your absence.

The halls were bustling, maids, rushing about. But what had caught his eye was Yoongi slipping into Jeongguk’s room, eyes flickering around before slamming the door behind him. How curious. As much as he wanted to be nosy, he decided against it. As much as he adored his baby brother, he was more trouble than he was worth. Seokjin wasn’t about to get himself in trouble any further to help the maniac out. Yoongi was more than welcome to the trouble. Besides, he had places to be. Your room to be precise.

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A/N; incase you missed it up there, a small note! I do intend for this particular story to get dark, and morbid. Due to personal tastes. This is an early warning, of course when it does start to have darker themes they will be added to the Warnings in the beginning of every chapter, so please keep an eye out for that.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the update! Thoughts, queries or anything else you have to say is always welcome! Definitely help kick my ass into gear! ILY <3

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