#bts os

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : III |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions

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« - Dr. Kim, thank you for coming. 

- Mr. Jeon, I understand there's a problem with your son? 

- Oh no, sorry about that little... That's a lie. But go ahead, take a seat. » 

Taehyung seemed not to understand, looking at the young man in front of him, searching for his words before settling down at the dining table. He should have understood the deception when he arrived in front of the luxurious restaurant, a Korean brand. But who had seen his first steps in America, an Iyuno or something like that. He plays with his lower lip, trying to understand what's going on in Jeon Jungkook's mind, who seems satisfied. He nods gently, before speaking again, sure of himself. 

« - Mr. Kim, I understand you're the best doctor in Seoul Hospital. 

- I'm treating your son for... Four years ? And you've only just realized it ? 

A light laugh passes Jungkook's lips, and he lets the waiter give them their menus before resuming the conversation.

- I like you Mr. Kim, I mean, not just as a doctor. 

- I don't think I know what you mean. What's your point? 

- I'd like to understand you better, but not as a doctor. As... a real person. »  

Taehyung turned pale, obviously searching for words as he looked at Jungkook, playing with the menu in his hands. He hadn't had a real relationship for almost six years now. When a guy two years younger than him had broken his heart. Not to say ripped it out without any subtlety. He looked at Jungkook, who seemed to be savoring his white wine, before coming back to reality: Jeon Jungkook wasn't just anyone. He was known in the business as a real shark, and when he wanted something, he got it. In love, it was the same. He'd never give up after a simple no, even if in reality he'd never had to take no for an answer. 

« - You flatter me, Mr Jeon, but you know that my life is... Complicated. And I can't always leave work when you call me for dinner, you know? 

- I'm aware of that, yes. You're a busy man, but that's okay with me. Let's at least try, shall we say, a short month? Or even two? Let's see where it goes. If we can't do anything about it, then too bad, let's throw in the towel and just be cordial. Otherwise, let's live this idyll. »  

Taehyung seemed to be thinking, to tell the truth Jungkook didn't leave him indifferent, he really was a very handsome man, completely Taehyung's type, to say no would be to lie to oneself, but to say yes would mean taking the risk that Jungkook would fall into his bad habits, if he didn't know it, Taehyung did a lot of research on the internet on a bit of everyone, especially the big names, like Jeon here. He knew he collected trophies, stacking them in a corner before simply dropping them. When the dishes finally arrived, Taehyung resumed the conversation with a slight smile. 

« - I'm a loyal man, Jungkook. I don't like people playing with my feelings, or even with me. I expect the same from my life partner. 

- Oh, the rumors are flying, but I didn't expect you to read them. Or even believe them. If you say yes, I could show you how wrong the vipers of the journalistic world are to judge me as they do. 

- I never said I wouldn't say no. I'm just laying down some simple rules, to make sure we're clear. 

- You'll know in time that I'm a possessive person. So I hope for your sake you're telling the truth, Taehyung. I won't let you slip through my fingers so easily. 

- Perfect. »  

Hearing Jungkook pronounce his first name had turned him around, and throughout the meal, he'd had several thoughts that had caught him unawares. A shiver ran down his spine in front of his front door, as he could feel Jungkook also have a moment's hesitation, before simply kissing him, softly, tenderly. Like a couple of children. Before he took several large steps back, as if he was holding back from going much further, certainly wanting to leave time to time, and not rush into anything. 

« - I'll pick you up this weekend, after work.

- Oh, I hope you don't want to take me too far. Because I'm on call. 

- No, just an outing between us, not too far, I promise. 

- Perfect. See you Friday then, Jungkook. 

- See you on Friday. »  

His heart beats a thousand beats a second as he closes the door of his big apartment, staring into space, as he presses his fingers to his lips, surprised to have enjoyed a simple little kiss like this so much, smiling like a schoolgirl as he joins his huge living room, dropping into his sofa, as he seems to be on cloud nine. 

                                                           -x-

« I too would have loved to have my lips on your taut penis, and hear your melodious voice. I'm just jealous. Maybe I should go after your little Yoongi ? No ? » 

Again that damn unfamiliar number, his gaze can't help but drop the phone between his fingers, his fingers hesitating to tell her to go to hell. But Jimin could do nothing but worry. Who was this bloody psychopath, who obviously didn't leave him alone. But he was in a quandary, to be quite honest, when Jimin had felt Yoongi's lips on his taut penis, he'd completely panicked. And since then, he'd made absolutely no attempt to contact him, or even agreed to answer his calls. It was getting a little awkward, because of the end-of-year project. If Yoongi didn't validate, then he wouldn't have his golden pass for his final year, and the absolute chance of being scouted for a prestigious dance school. A sigh passes his lips. It was almost midnight, and he hadn't seen the time go by, too busy practicing, until he heard the door open, revealing Min Yoongi's face, obviously ready to kill someone. If he hadn't already done so when he arrived. 

« - Park Jimin. 

- Min Yoongi. I'm sorry, I got caught up in... Work. 

- Let's talk about work. I've been trying to get your latest model for two days. Why haven't I received it yet ? Are you avoiding me ? 

- No, I'm not avoiding you. I'm not avoiding you at all. I mean, why would I, we've had... Consensual relationship. That's all. 

- Do you have a problem with me having... when I sucked your member? »  

Jimin hesitated at Yoongi's raw phrase, surprised, looking at the older man as if from another world, another planet, understanding the whole situation. As if so far, he'd been lying to himself. No, of course not, that hadn't happened. Worse still, he didn't want it to happen again. A new lie. He understands when he looks at the now redhead, everything about him drives him crazy, makes him vibrate and he's terrified. Because after all, he doesn't really know this guy. So this kind of feeling, this kind of attraction seems unreal to him. 

« - Listen, Jimin, if you want, can we act like nothing's happened? 

- No, we can't. Absolutely not. Because it did happen, and I want to assume it, let's assume it. I'm sorry. I act too much like a kid. 

- No, you're not. I want to take responsibility for what happened. And why not, start again? 

- Everyone's gonna think I got all this because I'm sleeping with the great Min Yoongi. 

- And they'll be wrong. You got it because you're talented. Nothing else. And I'd like to see your talent, to validate or change certain things. » 

Jimin smiles, before trying not to laugh at Yoongi's reaction, sighing before standing up, he wasn't very tired anyway, so he starts the music, moving to the rhythm, forgetting Yoongi sitting on the chair, who doesn't miss a single movement of Jimin's body, smiling like a predator, snide, before nodding, finally satisfied. 

« - Let's just change one little thing, and you'll have my approval for the presentation in six months. I'll play you the music in three months, so you can fine-tune it then. 

- Perfect. »  

Jimin finally seems relaxed, sighing happily as he drops to the floor, catching his breath with difficulty, before closing his eyes under Yoongi's crystalline laughter, he rolls around on the hot parquet floor, wrinkling his little nose before stretching noisily. 

« - My mum's got my car, can you give me a lift home? 

- Of course I can. And if you need, I can be your driver for as long as you need. 

- Thank you, Mr. Min. 

- You're welcome, Mister Park. »  

#bts os #bts #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #park jimin #min yoongi #taekook #yoonmin

[taevbears]

Movie Night

When horror movies don't scare you anymore, your boyfriend wants to figure out what you are afraid of.

⤑ pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader (feat. the Daegu boys) ⤑ genre: horror, mystery, suspense, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.1k ⤑ warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, depictions of kidnapping, torture, and multiple murders, hidden camera, non-explicit sex, a bit of angst, open ending. this fic gets pretty dark, so please be cautious of the warnings! ⤑ note: happy halloween! this started as a little spooky shower thought i had a little over a month ago and became this lol. i love reading scary stories, but lmao, i feel like i'm not very good at writing them. thank you @angelicyoongie for assuring me that this isn't as terrible as i think it is. also please note that this is a work of fiction and i don't think IRL jungkook is like the character in this fic at all

“No, please! Don’t hurt me!”

The shadow of a muscular, male figure looms over the female protagonist. His breaths are heavy from chasing her around, barely visible against the chilly, October air. Finally, he has her cornered. He holds up a sharp knife in the air.

The woman trembles on the ground, sobbing and pleading for her life to be spared. Mascara runs down her cheeks, and a look of hopelessness and despair fills her eyes. She holds her hands in front of her in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

The camera pans away as the killer violently stabs the woman. Her terrifying screams of pain and anguish echoes from the TV screen as fake blood splatters on the wall.

Blue and white light bathes over you and your date in the dim living room. You try to suppress a long yawn with the back of your hand.

You’re so bored, you’re practically in tears.

“You didn’t like it?” Jungkook asks you, chuckling at your reaction.

“It didn’t scare me,” you admit sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

You love horror movies. It’s what inspired you to become a film student. You love being on the edge of your seat from the thrill and suspense that the main character acts out. You love being genuinely shocked from unexpected twists and jump-scares. You love a good ghost story that haunts you long after the credits roll, or the paranoia of a similar terrifying incident happening to you.

But perhaps, over time, they’ve lost a bit of their magic.

Although the production of movies has become phenomenal in recent years, movies these days seem to rely too heavily on shock value and nostalgia. Once popular franchises are milking out their legacies to a newer audience. There are so many retellings of the same, old stories that you can already accurately predict what will happen before you reach the ending. Even some of the most climactic scenes of the movie are so over-the-top, they’re almost comical.

Honestly, it has nothing to do with your date or even the so-called horror movie itself. You just don’t scare as easily anymore.

Jungkook peers are you curiously, a boyish grin on his face. “Then, what are you scared of?”

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Yeah? That’s a bold statement.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

Jungkook laughs. “You have to be scared of something.”

You throw the question back at him. “Then, what are you afraid of?”

He thinks about it, rubbing his chin in thought and pushing his tongue against the lip rings on his mouth. Then, he meets your gaze. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you. “Hmm, I think I’d be scared to lose you.”

You find yourself smiling back at him.

“You’re so sweet, Kook,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss him.

Only recently, you and Jungkook started dating officially, and you really like him a lot. He’s very cute, funny, handsome, and perfect in many ways. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you’re around him, and there’s still that exciting giddiness and eagerness of new love whenever he messages you or visits you in the evening.

In some ways, Jungkook is almost too good to be true.

Part of you wonders if there’s a catch.

But with his lips on yours, it’s easy to push that thought aside.

Credits roll on the screen as the movie comes to an end. His fingers glide up your thigh as yours tangle into his hair. The cool piercing on his lips presses against your bottom lip as he slips his tongue in your mouth, and a soft moan escapes you.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away and faces the TV. He uses the remote to tap out of the movie credits and browse through the list of recommended shows on your streaming service. Casually, trying to hide a teasing smirk, he asks, “How about we watch a different movie, then?”

You stare back at him, a bit stunned and flustered. But your own smile touches your lips.

“Or,” you suggest, grabbing his wrist to lower the remote. He turns away from the screen to look at you, eyes lingering on the sultry smile on your lips. “I know something else we can do instead.”

When you first saw Jungkook, you thought you were being catfished.

His selfie on the dating app included a slight head tilt, a pucker of his pierced lips, and a peace sign. Big, doe-shaped eyes stared back at you from your phone screen, and you noticed the tiny moles below his lip, on the tip of his nose, and on his cheek.

The second picture was of him and his brown doberman, affectionately named Bam. The picture was taken of them outside. One of his hands was holding a tennis ball and the other was gently touching the dog’s long ears. A small, fond smile tugged on your lips when you looked between them and realized that they kind of looked alike.

The third picture was him at the gym. It was a back-shot where he was using the equipment. Broad shoulders, buff arms and back, a tiny waist. You stared way too long at his strong muscles and the ink on his arm before you finally swiped right.

Turned out, much to your surprise, he liked your pictures too. The two of you were a match.

And it wasn’t long until he sent his first message to you. In your inbox, a simple: “hey :)”

On your first date, the two of you agreed to meet at a very public, very crowded bistro. You stood nervously by the building, dressed nice for the occasion. And in case anything went wrong or if this Jungkook guy wasn’t who you expected him to be, you shared your location and had a “send help lol” message on standby for your bestie, Min Yoongi.

As you waited, scrolling through and jumping around different apps on your phone, you found yourself to be surprised yet again.

Someone who looked like the guy you’ve been chatting with called out your name. And soon, he was standing in front of you: big eyes, bigger muscles, tiny beauty marks on his face, colorful ink on his arm, a charming smile, and a simple, “Hey, I’m Jungkook.”

One date turned to a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth date, as he laid in your bed that night and snuggled close to you, it finally started to sink in that Jungkook wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

He was real, and sweet, and seemed to really like you as well.

Jungkook, like you, had an interest in filming. He especially liked editing videos for his dance challenges, short clips, and a series he called “Golden Closet Film” on his channel. While you imagined yourself to be a big director, working in movie sets, and making scripts come to life with your vision, Jungkook told you he’d like to film a project where you’re the star.

“I don’t think I’m on-screen material,” you replied, amused by the idea. You’re not an actress. You don’t think you have the kind of beauty filmmakers seek out for their lead roles. Hell, if anything, Jungkook would be a better fit for an acting gig.

“You are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. “To me, you’re perfect.”

You smiled at him then, your heart fluttering by his words. “You are to me, too.”

It was shortly after that conversation when you both decided to date each other exclusively. And it felt like the kind of romance you’d see in the movies. Picture perfect, a little corny at times, and a thrilling whirlwind of laughter, teasing remarks, and intimate touches.

“Am I who you thought I’d be?” Jungkook asks you the next morning after the movie-night bust, propping himself up on the side and peering down on you. His arm flexes, colorful ink decorating it, as the thick comforter wraps around his bare body.

“No,” you confessed, still a bit tired from last night. You keep your eyes closed as you quietly murmur, “You’re even better.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t need to open your eyes to see the pleased look on his face. As you feel him press his lips against your cheek, you ask, “What about me? Am I who you thought I’d be?”

Had you opened your eyes then, perhaps you would’ve seen it. The blank look on his face as he pulls away from you, how the light in his eyes suddenly seems to vanish, as if he isn’t really looking at you anymore.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you right away. When you open your eyes, you see him shaking his head. The same, sweet boyish smile appears on his lips.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

The topic about exes inevitably came up early on in your relationship with Jungkook. You’ve dated casually before. Even thought you’d be getting somewhere with some of the guys you were talking to.

But none of them quite compared to Kim Taehyung.

You were a film student. He was a photography major. The two of you were bound to end up in some of the same classes together in the art division.

To you, it was love at first sight. You fell for him so hard and so fast.

What started as bumping into each other at the library and helping each other with assignments led to making out at each other’s dorms with the text books left unopened. Coffee dates between classes became anniversary dinners at nice restaurants. He introduced you to his parents, and you proposed going on a romantic getaway together.

The day you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone else was when he snapped a photo of you looking out at the scenery during that weekend trip. It was just you and him, and a natural setting that looked straight out of a movie.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture through his camera. That day, he called you his muse.

And in return, you told him that you loved him.

When you fell for Taehyung, you fell hard and fast. Eventually, it occurred to you that Taehyung didn’t do the same.

Sure, he cared about you. Sure, he loved you. But while you heard wedding bells and dreamed about your future with him, Taehyung was just starting to put himself out there in the world. His art was being recognized, and he was getting booked to shoot at weddings, parties, and other big events every week.

Soon, the dates happened less frequently. The romantic gestures of bringing you flowers, surprising you on nice dates or small gifts, or even renting your favorite movies to watch together happened even less. He would promise that he’d make it to a party or an important event to you, just to let you down. And it felt like him giving you a bit of affection or attention was a chore.

Taehyung was the world to you, but the petty arguments and the distance that started growing between you two made it clear to you where his priorities were. And it wasn’t with you.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you had to do. Both of you knew it was coming. It was just a matter of who broke up with who first.

Just as Taehyung came into your life, quickly and effortlessly, he was gone. Nothing but bittersweet memories of what once was and what could have been weighed heavily on you for months.

What made it worse was that Taehyung, a man you loved with all your heart, had moved on from you so fast and so easily.

You saw him and his new girlfriend at a mutual friend’s party. You were warned that he’d be there, that he was already seeing someone. But it still hurt like hell to see him happy and in love with another person.

But if Taehyung could move on, so could you.

It felt weird at first, but you started to put yourself out there again. You joined dating apps. You went out with the people that fancied your interest. You met Jungkook.

And from there, everything was history.

With Jungkook, you started to think about Taehyung a lot less. The plaguing “what ifs” have quieted down, and the hurt from heartbreak began to heal. With Jungkook, you started to feel like yourself again: you started to smile more, laugh more loudly, enjoy watching movies again, became passionate about cinematic ideas you’d like to create one day.

With Jungkook, you’re also cautiously optimistic.

Because like Taehyung, you feel yourself falling hard and fast for Jungkook. It’s almost scary how truly perfect he is.

“I think you’re just psyching yourself out,” Yoongi tells you, sliding into the chair opposite of you with two cups of coffee in his hands. He smells like freshly-baked cookies. A spot of flour stains his apron as he uses his fifteen-minute break to hang out with you.

“Maybe,” you sigh, gratefully taking the drink he hands you. “What do you think about him?”

“Does my opinion even matter at this point? You’re in love with him,” he drawls before taking a sip of his Iced Americano.

“Of course it does, best friend. Why else would I keep you around?” you remark, taking a sip of your own drink. “Besides the free coffee and cookies. Thank you, by the way.”

He rolls his eyes. The perks of being friends with the cookie boy at your local bakery is a free cup of coffee and getting dibs on leftover treats that didn’t sell the day.

“He’s fine. Kind of annoying. A little too energetic,” he answers as his eyes flit toward the TV screen that his boss keeps on. A woman dressed in bright, business clothing holds a microphone as she reports on the recent news. There’s a grim look on her face.

You have your back turned to it, but you can hear Yoongi’s boss turning up the volume.

Breaking news. Missing woman found dead near home. The victim has succumbed to multiple stab wounds. It is believed that she has been kidnapped and tortured prior to her violent death. The attacker is currently unknown and still at large. Local authorities advise staying indoors and to please report any suspicious activity.

Your heart sinks as you look over your shoulder, seeing police taping off the crime scene and answering what they can to the news outlets. The location is so close to where you are.

“This is the second victim,” a customer mutters with a frown.

The person they’re with nods their head and asks, “Do you think they’re connected?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. We’ll have a serial killer in our hands.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls your attention. When you look at him, there’s concern on his face. “If you need a ride anywhere, make sure you call me. Doesn’t matter what time.”

“I’ll be okay, Yoongi. Jungkook usually comes to my place anyway.”

“Still. Just let me know that you’re still alive when I check in, all right?” he says as he stares at the screen. You don’t blame him for being worried. As you follow his gaze, you see a picture of the latest victim of the ongoing case that has the whole town on edge.

This woman, like the others, kind of looks like you.

“If you’re with me, you have nothing to worry about,” Jungkook assures you, throwing a tennis ball as Bam hurriedly chases after it. 

The two of you are at a park with his dobermann. Despite how scary it’s been lately with the news, it’s a nice day. Children are screaming and playing together on the playground as their parents watch them nearby. A group of teenage boys are playing basketball on the outdoor court. Middle-aged and elderly couples are paired up and are getting their daily steps in.

“My hero,” you joke half-heartedly, but you’re still a bit concerned. Yoongi being worried about you makes you feel paranoid.

Jungkook turns to you. He holds out his hand as Bam retrieves the ball and drops it for another throw. “I thought you weren't afraid of anything.”

“Movie-wise, I’m not. But this is different.”

Jungkook throws the slobbery ball again. Further this time as Bam barks happily and takes off. He takes a seat next to you on the park bench. “I can leave Bam with you when I have my evening shifts. He makes a good guard dog.”

He works as an editor and cameraman for a big content creator, which gives him lots of flexible hours to work on his projects when he isn’t busy filming. Since the beginning of autumn, his boss has been giving him evening work to film ghost-hunting videos and other spooky content for Halloween.

“That’ll be nice,” you reply with a small smile. The two of them have been coming to your place so often, it might as well be their second home.

From a short distance, Bam lies on the grass with the tennis ball by his paws. His tongue is out, needing a short break from running around, as he faces you and Jungkook. Even with other dogs and kids around, he’s very well-behaved.

Just as Jungkook tells you that he’ll get Bam, the sound of small, excited barks grab your attention. A familiar black and brown pomeranian approaches you like an old friend, wagging its tail and perking its ears up when it sees you.

Your heart nearly jumps when you recognize the dog.

“Tan!”

You know that voice. How could you not?

That deep, smooth baritone has haunted you for months.

Taehyung, your ex-boyfriend, stops in his tracks when he realizes why his pomeranian took off. The two of you were still together when he adopted Yeontan, and you were there to help raise him when he was still a puppy.

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, drawing your attention back to him. He reaches out to pet Yeontan, but the pomeranian growls at him. Almost like he wants to protect you from him.

“Sorry, he’s mine,” Taehyung apologizes, stepping closer to you two and picking his dog up. He looks at you as he tries to soothe the agitated Yeontan in his arms. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you reply politely. Old feelings start to pull on your heart strings that you fervently try to ignore. “I’m good.”

“You look good,” Taehyung starts, but then he purses his lips in regret. It’s obvious that he’s nervous to talk to you. Maybe he feels the same as you.

Softly, you reply, “You do, too.”

“Who’s this?” Jungkook repeats. This time, there’s an annoyed look on his face as he stares at Taehyung. 

It puts you off a bit. Jungkook is usually a friendly guy.

“Oh, this is Taehyung. We used to date,” you tell him honestly. Though, the information seems to just annoy him more. “Taehyung, this is—”

“I’m Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend now.”

His arm snakes around you possessively. He holds a steady gaze, but it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. Dark, threatening, and angry. It’s almost unnerving.

“I see…” Taehyung trails off as his gaze shifts toward him. Yeontan is still in his arms, growling and barking at Jungkook. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the pup so aggressive toward someone. Even Bam comes over, ditching his ball to guard over you and Jungkook.

“It was nice to see you, Taehyung,” you tell him, sensing the tension in the air and deciding to cut things off. He seems reluctant to leave.

“Yeah…” he continues to trail off, finally pulling his gaze away to look at you. It looks like there’s a million things he wants to say to you. In a lower tone, he tells you, “My number is still the same. If you ever want to talk.”

You frown. After the breakup, you’ve deleted his number and unfollowed him on social media. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Then I’ll call you,” he promises, firm with his decision.

You don’t get it. You and Taehyung have run into each other after the breakup before, and he’s never had an issue with you dating anyone after him. He clearly has moved on, and so have you. 

Why now?

What is it about Jungkook that has him worried for you?

“I don’t like that guy.”

Jungkook is still heated as he drives you home. His grip is tight around the steering wheel, and the tires screech when he makes a sharp turn. Bam stumbles a bit in the back before sticking his head out the window again.

“Slow down, Kook. You have nothing to be worried about.”

The radio blasts in the car, too much in a rush to connect his playlist to the stereo. It’s playing the week’s top music, and a catchy song from a popular artist fills the car.

Curious, you open your phone and check your followers. You’ve unfollowed Taehyung a long time ago on all your social platforms, finding it hard to look at any of his recent pictures – even just his scenic photography – without thinking about how he had once called you his muse.

But Taehyung never unfollowed you. He had always kept his inbox open for you.

“Did you see the way he was looking at me? It’s like he was looking down on me,” he continues to rant, speeding over a yellow light. He glances over at you and sees that you’re distracted with your phone. “I don’t like how you were looking at him either.”

“Are you serious?” you ask, turning your attention to him. “We barely talked. What the hell are you trying to insinuate?”

On the radio, the program is interrupted. One of the hosts makes a grim announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, we just received unfortunate news that a third body has been found pertaining to a series of brutal deaths. 

“You still love him! You’ll go back and leave me again!” he suddenly snaps, throwing you off guard.

Silence follows the tension.

Then, you inquire, “Again?”

The third victim is a young female. Hair color and eye color match the previous victims as well, indicating that this might be a targeted attack by the killer.

Not once have you been unfaithful to Jungkook. Even when you were starting to message each other, you weren’t talking to anyone else. The two of you haven’t even been dating that long.

“Forget I said anything,” he starts with a frustrated sigh. But he realizes he’s fucked up.

“No, I’m not just going to forget it. What do you mean by that, Jungkook?”

As of now, authorities have no leads on a suspect. All victims have been kidnapped, tied up, and tortured prior to their deaths. We are led to believe that this is the work of a potential serial killer. 

He nearly slams to a stop. The seatbelt around you yanks you back from hitting the dashboard. Bam falls to the floor and you gasp as the back of your head hits your seat.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you, but for the first time, it feels like the rose-tinted glasses you have on him have fallen off. He’s always been perfect to you: sweet, athletic, talented, and kind. But the Jungkook before you is someone completely different.

This Jungkook scares you.

Stay inside. Lock your doors. Call the police if you see anything suspicious. Be safe out there, folks.

“I told you to forget about it, didn’t I?” he asks through gritted teeth and a harsh look in his eye.

You nod your head, hands trembling a bit as you hold onto your vibrating phone. The screen shows an unknown number trying to contact you.

“Is there a reason why your boyfriend called me?” Yoongi asks you from the other line. He has you on face-time, awkwardly propping up the camera to show his elbow as he mixes a batch of cookies.

It’s been about a week since you saw Jungkook.

After he dropped you off at home, he wanted to put it all behind him. He kissed you sweetly and murmured apologies for overreacting as his hands slipped under your shirt. But you sent him home before he could convince you to sleep with him. You were still upset about how hostile he was toward Taehyung, his accusations about you, and what his outburst meant.

That hasn’t stopped him from trying to get back to your good graces, though.

The number of missed calls from him keeps increasing by the hour. Ones that you leave unanswered or send straight to your voicemail. 

You don’t want to talk to him.

At your door, you hear him rapping his knuckles against the wooden frame and insistently ringing at your doorbell. From the other side of the door, he begs for a chance to explain. 

You don’t want to see him.

Clearly, after reaching you directly hasn’t worked, he’s starting to contact your friends.

“He’s probably trying to find me,” you tell Yoongi, poking at a bowl of fresh strawberries. You’re still dressed in your pajamas, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter.

The sound of a small dog can be heard in the background of your line. It dawns on him that you’re not at your place or Jungkook’s.

Yoongi is silent for a moment. Then, he grabs the phone and asks, “What do you mean? Where are you?”

You don’t feel safe in your own home. And that day, while you were in Jungkook’s car, Taehyung called to check up on you. He was always good at reading people, and he warned you that he had a bad vibe about Jungkook.

And you’re starting to see what he meant.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

When you turn your phone, you reveal Taehyung busy in the kitchen, cutting off the crusts from his sandwiches. He looks over his shoulder and gives a sheepish smile at the scandalized expression on your best friend’s face. “Hey Yoongi.”

“Can you please explain what’s going on? Why are you at your ex’s?”

So, you do. You tell him that Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone, that you needed some space to cool off but he wouldn’t let you breathe. It was becoming overbearing and overwhelming.

Against your better judgment, you call Taehyung. He invites you to stay over at his place until you’re ready to talk things out with Jungkook. Because even if you’re not together, he still cares about you. Because a part of him will always love you. And at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

“I didn’t want to be alone, especially with a killer targeting women like me out there,” you explain quietly. It feels like the murders have increased in a shorter period of time. If the town wasn’t on edge before, they certainly are now. “But I was still mad at Jungkook, and he was starting to scare me.”

“So the first person you go to is your ex-boyfriend?”

“There’s nothing going on between us.”

That ship has sailed. You know it has when you walked in and saw his engagement pictures hanging on the wall.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I’m sure he would’ve figured out that I’d be with you,” you tell him with a frown.

“I just wanted to help her, hyung,” Taehyung adds as he stands behind you. “I worry about her too. That guy gives me and Tan a bad feeling.”

Yoongi sighs. “Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea either. You shouldn’t stay with Taehyung. It’ll just make things look a lot worse.”

“I guess you’re right,” you reluctantly agree. Taehyung grimaces, but he can see Yoongi’s point too.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift. You can stay with me until you’re ready to talk to Jungkook,” Yoongi tells you, looking rather serious. “Don’t do anything stupid in the meantime, okay?”

Hey. It’s Jungkook.

You stare at the message on your phone. Three dots that indicate that he’s typing something, but he keeps erasing and re-typing them again. As if he’s trying to properly convey his words.

Are we breaking up?

You stare at that message even longer. It feels childish to break up with him without trying to talk to him. For the first time in a week, you pick up your phone and type back.

You scared me, Kook.

His response is immediate.

I thought you weren’t scared of anything.

You huff when you realize he’s teasing you, even now.

Movie-wise, I’m not. But this. This is different, Kook. You were really scaring me.

Again, you see the dots appear and disappear before a handful of responses appear.

I know, babe. I’m sorry. Can you please come over? I want to show you something I’ve been working on.

You think about it.

I miss you. Bam misses you too.

Yoongi said not to do anything stupid.

Please, baby. We can just watch a movie, if you want.

But, like in every horror movie, the protagonist finds themselves making a plethora of stupid decisions.

Okay, Kook. I’ll come tonight.

Movie nights with Jungkook was one of the things you always looked forward to throughout the week. Nothing appealed to you more than a night-in with your boyfriend, food delivered at your door, and checking out new shows and movies.

You have your list of favorites, but nothing quite holds a place in your heart than a good ol’ horror movie. Tellings of urban legends, supernatural forces, paranormal activities, true crime, and slasher films. 

As you step into Jungkook’s house, it almost feels like you’re in one of those movies.

His place is dark, almost pitched black. You could barely see what’s in front of you.

“Come inside,” Jungkook says, grabbing your hand. He pulls you in and deadbolts the door behind you.

“It’s so dark,” you remark, gingerly stepping forward. You have a bad feeling about this. You almost pull back toward the door, thinking of waiting for Yoongi or going back to Taehyung instead.

But Jungkook has a firm grip on you. “I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”

“This is different, Kook,” you try to reason. “You’re really freaking me out.”

He pulls you further inside. In the living room, nothing but the TV is on. The screen is paused on a homemade film.

This must be the project that Jungkook is talking about.

Everything is set. The living room is clean, a bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of alcohol sits on the coffee table, the lights are off, and the show is ready to play. He sits you down in the middle and keeps an arm around you.

“You know, when we met, you were exactly what I was looking for,” he starts as he presses play.

The tape shows you. Bam lying on your lap as you affectionately pet his face and kiss the top of his head. You, holding Jungkook’s hand and leading him down a busy sidewalk. You, in the kitchen, trying to swat his hand away as he steals your ingredients. You and Jungkook, peering into the camera lens, and your bashful face as he kisses your cheek. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you watch yourself on the screen. Jungkook leans over, copying his onscreen self and kisses your face.

One thing you liked about filming is seeing things from a different perspective. In this case, seeing yourself through Jungkook’s eyes. You look so happy, so incredibly in love with him.

Like with Taehyung, you fell for Jungkook hard and fast.

But Jungkook fell for you harder and faster.

Your smile fades as the next scene shows.

The camera points to the bed, and a couple walks in. It’s you and Jungkook, stumbling in together after drinks at a bar. You’re laughing and trying to wrap your arms around him as he leads you onto the bed. The kiss you share is messy, heated. You tug off his clothes to feel more of him.

You remember that night, but…

“Jungkook. When did you record this?”

You had no idea he was filming you then.

You don’t realize it then, but he makes eye contact with the camera, as if to check that it’s on. He maneuvers you to get a good angle of your body as you busy yourself with your own clothes, wanting him to touch you more as well.

“Jungkook, stop. I didn’t—” 

You feel so sick to your stomach.

“Don’t cry, baby. Here, I’ll fast-forward.”

But you don’t want to watch anymore. You want to leave. You shouldn’t have come here.

The screen shows you and Yoongi. The two of you are at the bakery he works at, and you’re wearing an old cardigan that you got rid of . You smile and eagerly reach for one of the coffees in his hands and take the bag of cookies he’s holding between his lips. He rolls his eyes at something you say before he takes his first sip of his Iced Americano. It’s a typical hangout between you and him.

It looks like it was taken across the street. Your heart plummets even further when you realize that the old cardigan you’re wearing was a piece of clothing you got rid of before you met Jungkook.

The scene changes. You’re sitting at the fountain at your university, looking over a script you wrote for an assignment. Taehyung comes to take a seat next to you. He greets you with a boxy smile and a kiss. The two of you were still dating at the time.

How long has Jungkook known about you?

How long has he been targeting you?

It’s you and Taehyung again. This time, it was filmed from the other night. When Taehyung came to pick you up from your house. He helps you carry some of your things into his car and hugs you when he sees the distressed look on your face. 

“Jungkook, what the fuck?”

It dawns on you that you don’t really know your boyfriend at all.

You try to stand up, but Jungkook has a firm hold on you. His grip tightens when you try to resist him, and his hand seizes your neck as he pushes you down. Your heart hammers against your ribs when you quickly realize you can’t escape him. Jungkook is much stronger and faster than you are.

More images flash through the screen. It’s Jungkook this time, taking a mirror-selfie of himself dressed in all black. He has his hood up and a Halloween mask covering his face. 

It cuts to his feet walking across the sidewalk. Carefully, the camera tilts up, showing that there’s a woman just ahead of him. She’s about your height, her hair the same as yours. She doesn’t notice him as she listens to music playing in her earbuds. 

The scene cuts again, and the same woman is bound and gagged on a chair. Fear shines through her eyes as a shadow of a knife reflects from her body. Behind the camera, Jungkook demands, “Say your line.”

He removes the gag from her mouth. Her voice pitches in a high shrill as she quickly says, “I-I love you. I won’t leave you.”

You recognize her as the latest victim of the latest killings.

And the realization hits you like a truck. Jungkook and his night shifts, the increasing deaths, his interest in filming, having you as the star.

“I practiced, you know. I’ll get it right this time,” he tells you, pulling out some rope he had hidden behind the cushion. You’re trembling as he wraps them tightly around your wrist. “I’ll make sure you don’t leave me again.”

“You’re so bad,” the Jungkook on the screen says, showing what looks like an abandoned warehouse. It’s dimly lit, but you can hear someone running from him. But he doesn’t seem worried, his heavy footsteps casually echo across the concrete. In his hand is a sharp and bloody knife. Mockingly, he asks, “Where did you think you’d go?”

The victim has been let go, but she isn’t free. Ahead, she finds herself cornered as Jungkook catches up to her. Terrified, she holds her hands out in front of her, as if that would stop him.

It’s like seeing your own fate on the screen.

The woman begs and screams before her blood splatters across the floor. You find yourself quoting her, staring up at his darkened eyes. “No, please. Don’t hurt me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, staring right at you. His mouth twitches, fighting a smile. “I thought you liked horror movies.”

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reviews are greatly appreciated!

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[jeonjungkoos]

the best laugh <3

#networkbangtan #armiesnet #btsgif #armysource #yoongi #min yoongi #suga #bts #bangtan #* #MIN YOONGI I LOVE YOU OS MUCH

[jkbleep]

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[tksz]

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[pudgecuddles]

i love ur rapid wg stories its so hard to find ppl who do those

is there a short rapid wg i might do for jm?

-🪭

Jimin sat alone in his room, half terrified and half giddy. Today was the day. The day that the good old family curse kicked in.

His twenty first birthday.

You see, the Park family generations ago, practically the start of the line were cursed by a scorned lover to gain an increasing amount of weight per generation. Meaning what was 2 pounds that first generation was 512 pounds his parent’s generation. And it was only the men.

This generation was worse though. You see, his dad and uncles, although huge, could still walk around, if barely. His older cousins though? They gained 1,024 pounds. All of his older male cousins were effectively immobile at this point and they just kept growing fatter.

Jimin should be scared. He should be shaking in fear and whimpering in sadness from the inevitable loss of his lean, athletic body. The one he worked so hard for…

Except, he didn’t care at all about all that crap.

He just wanted to be huge.

Jimin was a closeted feedee. Ever since he was little, stuffing pillows in his shirts and doodling fat boys, he’s wanted to be fat. Bigger than fat, bigger than obese. His ultimate dream in life was to blow up so huge he was near unrecognizable. To be immobile like his cousins.

Luckily, the family curse was waiting for him, unluckily, he had to wait until his twenty first birthday…

But! Time didn’t matter anymore, because today was the day. It was 11:58PM and in two minutes, Jimin would start expanding.

He had everything planned out. He saved up a ton of money to buy the house he was currently living in and will be, like his cousins, put on disability for the rest of his life. He’d been chatting online with a feeder online who went by the username GLOSS, and they have plans for GLOSS to move in and take care of Jimin full time.

But that was all for future Jimin to worry about. Right now, he wanted fo focus on himself. To relish in the explosion of fat that he was about to experience.

11:59 and 50 seconds his phone read.

He was seated on his mattress, pulled off of the frame since he would likely break it. This was were he will spend the rest of his life, growing and eating and probably having really hot sex with GLOSS.

11:59 and 58 seconds…

Jimin closed his eyes and held his breath. Here it came!

As the clock struck midnight, and Jimin officially turned twenty one, he felt a soft warmth grow from his middle, outwards. It slowly grew hotter and hotter as the sensation flooded his body, from limb to limb. Jimin broke out into a sweat, overheated body attempting to cool down.

“Nngh…” Jimin moaned as the heat found his dick. Shamelessly, because no one but him was here, Jimin grabbed himself and began slowly stroking.

Suddenly, he felt like he was taking too deep of a breath, like he breathed a bunch of air into his belly and wasn’t breathing out. Except, he was taking quick shallow breaths currently. Whatever was happening to him wasn’t of his own cause.

Opening his eyes, Jimin looked down at his middle section, anxious to see-

There! There it was! A small pooch of fat was slowly expanding on his once prominent abs. His skin, once tight against muscle was now soft to the touch and smooth. It was starting.

Managing to rip his hand away from his dick, Jimin felt up his softening body. He had grown quite plush and malleable. Squeezing and pinching at his now flabby arms and thickening thighs, Jimin almost forgot about his belly, only remembering once it plopped softly onto his widening lap.

Shit, it was touching his dick. Jimin moaned loudly as the soft underbelly encompassed his cock with it’s fat. It only grew wider and heavier as he expanded. His rear lifting him slightly off the mattress as he became unmistakably bottom heavy.

His rings grew tight as his fingers and toes filled up with fat. Hurriedly he took them off and tossed them onto the bedside table. He’ll consider widening them later in life. He felt his chin double and then triple. Oh god, it was speeding up.

His now double belly, rolls forming where a natural crease used to be, grew past his thighs and onto his knees, huge ass going from basket ball sized to yoga ball. His thighs spread out, pushing his legs apart from their sheer size.

Although he couldn’t see it happen, Jimin knew that his chins had fused into one large ring of fat around his neck. His sausage fingers pushed themselves apart and his ankles and knees developed rolls.

He couldn’t see past his gut, but he knew that his fat pad had by now fully engulfed his shrinking cock. He’s never be able to get off by himself again. For some reason he only grew harder from his newfound uselessness.

He’d need help for everything now, because honestly he wasn’t sure he could even get up by himself anymore. He tried lifting one heavy leg, but his ever growing belly pushed into it too heavily to lift. And even if he could stand, would these useless excuses for legs even let him walk? He’s practaiclly having to do the spilts right now with how large theyve grown.

Jimin started panting at the effort it took to remain sitting upright, his saggy boy breasts hung uncomfortably low on his chest and pulled his skin downwards. He needed to lay down.

Shifting his massive ass to allow himself to recline, Jimin carefully propped himself up on a pile of pillows he prepared for this occasion. Ahhh, that was better. His tits sloughed off to his sides, having fused with his back rolls. They drooped, sweat dripping from his shot glass nipples.

As if he body knew his growth was about to come to an end, his belly gave one final rumble and his body gushed with fresh fat to every part of himself. He just expanded from every angle.

God he was so fucking fat. Jimin tried his hardest to explore his body but his arms stuck out to the side too much to move very far. Shit. That might be an issue.

Luckily, Jimin very loosely tied his phone around his wrist like a Wii remote before midnight, so he still had access to his feedee account and messages with GLOSS. His front door was unlocked so all he had to do now was message the feeder.

Minnie Muffin: 12:15AM Heeeeeeey… I wanna see you, you up for a sleepover? ;)

GLOSS: 12:17AM Give me 15 mins.

End.

#pudgeprojects #bts feederism #cw immobility #this was so fun to write thank you anon who just shows up as a box with a questionmark in it on my old ass OS lol

[b-baang]

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[gunsatthaphan]

first and khaotung's reactions whenever they kiss is sending me they're such awkward kids 😭 (affectionate)

director: cut!

other actors: lol.

FK: oYE??? kissy?? aw shucks. this my bestie ladies n gents. we just kissed I guess. can u believe it?? STOP. my skin is getting bumpy. tehehehehehehehe

#firstkhao #gmmtv #i hate them #(very very very affectionate) #khao twirling around and first running away in the OS bts still lives in my mind rent free

[upsidedowngrass]

im thinking abt liam and bryce SO much rn now. theyre dynamic is so. sorry liam. sorry bryce

#neither of them have done anything wrong and are simply two diff ppl w two diff personalities and two diff thought processes #responding to the same single event . that they didnt deserve to have to respond to but now they just Have To #and both of them regard the other w a sort of desperation around the events of s1 but in a different way #that they respond one way that contradicts how the other does #liam doesnt care what happens to himself but bryce doesnt want to lose everything #its very realistic and very tragic because they were both important for each other but the opposite of what each other wanted at all #bryce wanted to finally heal. from everything. and whether or not ignoring one was a healthy way to do so was irrelevant #he just wanted to finally heal #and liam just. he doesnt care about His Own Life. he just wants to do this One Thing at All Costs. and no one else can help him. #he wants to be known by someone. anyone really. because he cant do any of it alone but its all he knows to do now #and nothing else matters to him #the two are just. theyre so complicated and im emotional abt it #i thinka bt it a lot but i think a good way to put it is #wrt the trolley problem? liam would pull the lever. bryce wouldnt #anyway. that piece os soooo. thinks abt them forever #i think every combination of characters in one is extremely tragic #bc its normal ppl responding to a horrible situation they didnt deserve to be in but now have to respond to #and sometimes they conflict. sometimes they hurt another person when the intent was to help. sometimes its solace in the worst of ones life #but all of them are so. i think abt it a lot liam and bryce are just now the specific ones on my mind cus of my most recent rb

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : I |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions

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The music makes him vibrate as his body follows the rhythm, shifting from one foot to the other, sweating no longer bothering him. And he moves as if his life depended on it. When his legs don't keep up, he rants at himself, frantically turning off the music before running a stiff hand through his hair. Jimin was tense: a week had passed since their kidnapping and he had the unpleasant feeling that something was following him, like a shadow. He tried not to think about it any longer, turning on his heels to reach the small refrigerator to grab a bottle of ice-cold water before finishing it in one gulp. When the door to the dance hall opened, he shuddered. 

« - Park Jimin? 

- Perhaps, depending on what you want from him.

- I'm Min Yoongi. 

- Oh, Mister Min! »  

He turns completely to look at the man in front of him: rather short, barely taller than him, with green hair and a pale complexion. It didn't take long before he came over to greet him more warmly, hating himself even more for being so tense. The gang had let them go without any further trouble; if they'd wanted to come after them they'd certainly have done it much sooner. He cleared his throat as he shook Yoongi's hand before turning on his heel.

« - I didn't know you were to arrive so soon. Professor Lee didn't told me. 

- In fact, I wasn't supposed to be here until next week. But I've heard a lot of good things about you. So I decided to come on my own, for some... Details. »

The almond-shaped, cat-like eyes gaze at him quizzically as he rests his eyes on the hematoma and makes a feline movement. Realizing something he obviously hadn't made the connection to. Jimin purses his lower lip, the tension in the room making him a little more wary than before, taking a step back while running a hand against his cheek. 

« - Anything wrong, Mr. Min? 

- Your wound is rather... Surprising. A bad blow? 

- An injury sustained in a fall, which should have healed by the week of the competition. 

- I hope so, it would spoil the performance. »

Jimin pinched his lower lip, before feeling less tense and suggesting that Yoongi take a seat at the table to talk about the university's big project for this year. Min Yoongi was one of the best, if not the best, in the music business. Having made a fortune with his productions and sounds as sad as they were insane. Every year a group of students had the privilege of presenting the new sound during the festival by performing on it, but only the best were allowed the privilege. And this year Jimin would be the first to perform solo. His dance partner had suffered a health problem that forced him to stop dancing for good. 

« - It's rare for a third-year to perform, it's usually the last-years who get to do it. 

- I won't disappoint you, I promise. I'm the best in my class and I'm really talented. 

- Oh, but I have no doubt about that. »

For hours they talk about the end-of-year performance and the details: how Yoongi sees the show and many other things besides. By the time they've finished, outside the night seems to have long since fallen and the rain seems to have taken possession of the city. The smell of the composer's cigarette makes Jimin wrinkle his nose, while the other gives him a sidelong glance. 

« - I hope no other... Incident spoils such a beautiful face. That would be a pity. 

- I'm not as clumsy as I look... I'll have to go. See you next time, Monsieur Min. 

- Hum. »

He can feel the heavy gaze against his back until he enters his car, finally letting out a slight breath before starting off and not looking back. Jimin lived in the city's wealthy districts, since his mother had made a fortune in the restaurant business and she had offered him an apartment in the neighborhood so he could be independent. A deep breath passed his lips as he finally returned home, closing the door behind his back before moving into the living room, feeling reassured as he dropped into his sofa. A smile blooming on his lips as his phone vibrated several times. Before it disappears when amid the messages from his various friends an unfamiliar number appears. 

« Have fun while you can. When we've got an ass like yours, we're bound to attract trouble." 

« - Fucking crazy. » 

                                                            -X-

« - Doctor Kim, little Jeon Kiyeon in room twelve. 

- Thank you Elyzabeth, I'll leave you to finish up with little Seehun, give her an antibiotic injection and check the haemoglobin. If she drops too much, give her a bloodletting and a transfusion. 

- Yes, doctor. Hello there. »

Leaving the little patient in the nurse's hands, Taehyung advanced to room twelve, grabbing the medical file to read the first reports before entering the room. As usual Mr. Jeon Jungkook was there, along with the caramel-eyed brunette, and Jungkook went straight to the doctor.

« - Mr. Kim. I know I'm probably worrying too much, but he's had a fever. And he said his chest hurt. 

- Don't worry, Mr. Jungkook, patients with your son's pathology shouldn't be taken lightly. »

A sigh of relief passes the man as Taehyung joins the little one. Kiyeon was a sickly child, suffering from depronocytosis, forcing Jungkook into trouble during the child's first two years of life: for mistreating him by taking him to hospital, until he met Taehyung. Dr. Kim had diagnosed the child in barely a glance, and now with the right treatment the child had a normal life. After the first test Taehyung nodded slowly, making several examinations before grabbing his prescription pad, writing several things on it, before signing it. Turning to Jungkook, Taehyung tugged at his heavy gaze and pale skin. 

« - Is everything all right, Mr Jeon? 

- Yes. Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired and worried about my son. 

- For the moment, nothing serious. Go to the hospital pharmacy and give him this. If he doesn't get better, or if you have the slightest doubt, don't hesitate to come back, I'm on call for the night. I'll take care of him. 

- Thank you, Dr. Kim. »

Jungkook reached for the prescription a little feverishly, reading the medication carefully, before seeming to twitch at something, his gaze settling on the signature and familiar handwriting, before he frowned. For several long seconds, the silence seemed heavy, before he simply looked at the doctor again. 

« - I won't hesitate to contact you if I need to. Kiyeon, let's go. »

For several more long seconds, Taehyung let him go without holding him back, a little bewildered by the more than strange attitude of the single father, before he too left the consulting room. Still caught up in the waltz of the various patients who awaited him for the rest of the night, juggling between each one without really bothering to look after himself until a hot drink rested against his cheek.

« - Time for a break, Dr. Kim. Shall we get some fresh air? 

- Okay, then you'll have to go to the emergency room, their nurse collapsed, and they're short-staffed. 

- Oh, right, right. Don't forget to take breaks during the night. »

They stayed barely five minutes, before the young woman was paged for an emergency, having to reluctantly abandon her coffee and raspberry doughnut to quickly make her way to the hospital's second estate. Grabbing the first folder she was handed before making her way to one of the consultation rooms, surprised to see the man in front of her. Elyzabeth would recognize him between a thousand and one, the man with the bandana who had broken into Jimin's car. On the notebook was written Jung Hoseok, knife wound deserving stitches, and she looked him over carefully, up and down.

« - How we meet again. One week and you already miss me? 

- I beg your pardon? 

It takes Hoseok a moment to adjust before he recognizes the powdered woman, and his gaze changes several times, from realization to understanding. 

- I'm sorry about last time, I was in a panic... I didn't mean to... Attack you. 

- Don't worry, I'm not a grudge-holder. I don't hold grudges. »

But he can understand that it was a lie, when the young woman sutured him raw, without really being gentle. When she was finished she simply removes her latex gloves before throwing them away and turning on her heels to leave without further ado. Leaving a surprised and almost disappointed Hoseok. But she never see that. 

#taekook #bts os #bts #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #park jimin #yoonmin #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x oc #hoseok x elyzabeth #elyzabeth ivanovich

[taevbears]

Pandora's Box

Keep a fire burning, however small; however hidden

⤑ pairing: Hoseok x reader ⤑ genre: angst, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 3.1k ⤑ warnings: ANGST, mention of alcohol and drug use, depression, self-sabotage and unhealthy coping, non-explicit sex, unhappy ending. ⤑ note: Happy Hobi Day! I've been wanting to write a JITB-inspired fic for Hobi since forever (it's probably my favorite solo concept), and this idea has been sitting in my drafts since forever lol. I initially wanted it to be a scary one-shot, but it ended up being a very sad one-shot instead lol. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

You notice it as soon as you walk in. 

Sitting on the coffee table is a box. Simple in design. Colored white.

You know that opening it, however, will unleash a whole myriad of demons you’re not ready to face.

The first is the one called Lust.

The fateful night you met Jung Hoseok is a blur. Music at the party you wound up in is so loud, you could feel the vibrations of the deep base through the walls. A hip-hop song is playing, but you could barely make out the lyrics over the thrumming booms of the stereo.

A haze of grey smoke fills the room, distinct with the acrid scent of cigarettes and weed. In the fog, you’ve found your friend sitting on the couch, curled up against the guy she’s been dating on and off. At the moment, the two of them are very much on again, making out with little regard to everyone and everything else around them.

In the meantime, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve refilled the red, plastic cup in your hands, downing hard liquor and letting the alcohol burn your throat, but you go into the kitchen to get more.

That’s when you notice he’s been looking at you. When you catch his gaze, he offers a friendly smile. And when you return it, he approaches you.

“I’m Hoseok,” he introduces himself, raising his voice so you could hear him over the music and the chatter. He stands close enough that you could smell his cologne. A mix of woody tones with notes of spice and citrus. “What’s your name?”

He’s cute, you think, as you tell him your name. And funny, you add to yourself, as he later says something to make you laugh.

You like him, you realize as your hand finds his and you start to lead him upstairs to look for an empty room.

You don’t remember much about the night you met Hoseok. Can’t recall a word you said to each other, or what he did to make you fall for him so fast.

But even in your drunken haze, you remember the heat of his kiss, the way his fingers teasingly slipped beneath your clothes as you eagerly unbutton his pants, and the subtle bite of his lip when you push him to the bed and strip off the rest of your clothes.

“I like you, Hoseok,” you confess, cheeks flushed. Probably from the alcohol.

Hoseok chuckles.

He grabs your elbow and pulls you closer until you’re hovering over him. He kisses you one more time, so sweetly you think you could melt. Then, he suddenly flips you over with your back to the bed. A glint of mischief is in his eyes as he leans down over you.

“I think I like you too.”

The second is Greed.

After that night, you and Hoseok met up several times.

The first couple of times were almost repeats of the first night. You find each other at a party, seeming to share some of the same circles of friends and acquaintances. You could barely see straight when you hear Hoseok calling you, and you burst out in laughter because you’re genuinely surprised he remembers your name.

“Of course I remember you,” he assures you, flashing a bright, flirty smile. It almost falters with nerves when he asks, “Do you remember me?”

“How could I forget?” you tease back, taking his hand in yours again.

It feels better the second time. And by the third, when you’re just waking up from a throbbing headache, you’re surprised to see he’s still in the room with you, long after the party is over.

“I can give you a ride home if you want,” he offers. You have too much of a migraine to decline.

By the time he pulls up at your place, he gives you his number. Just in case you need to call him for another ride or anything else.

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

“No problem,” he replies, and there’s a look in his eyes that makes you feel uncomfortable. It’s kind. It’s hopeful. It’s something you’re not quite expecting from him. “Be sure to call me, okay?”

“Sure, Hoseok. Thanks again.”

He leaves it at that.

Even though you said you would, you don’t call him. Not until your friend dramatically breaks up with her boyfriend again and ditches you at a party out of town. Everyone else in your contacts is busy that night with work and other obligations. When you see his number, you hesitate for a brief moment before you tap to call.

“Hello?”

You instantly regret it. He sounds like he’s asleep.

“Actually, never mind. I can just call someone else,” you backtrack out loud, thinking, perhaps, a taxi or something would be a better idea. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“No, it’s fine,” he assures you, seeming to realize who is calling him in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

Hoseok drives all the way to get you. Even with the empty roads, it’s at least an hour drive one-way. It’s a sobering moment when he finally pulls up and greets you with a warm smile.

“Are you hungry? I can buy you food and pay for gas,” you offer once you’re in the car. You feel like you owe him that much.

“How about a date instead?” Hoseok counters, and again, he has that hopeful look in his eyes. “I’m not doing anything tomorrow night.”

If there was a perfect moment to tell him you aren’t interested in a relationship right now – that all the partying and drinking is to numb your mind from your own problems and stresses – this would be it. Clearly, he wouldn’t go out of his way and come this far if he isn’t interested in you.

And Hoseok seems like a good guy. You shouldn’t be stringing him along like this.

But you’re selfish. And that selfish part of you smiles and says, “Sounds good. What should I wear tomorrow?”

Next is Envy.

Jung Hoseok, as you’ve learned, has it all. A loving family with a pet dog. A close group of friends who are like a second family to him. A great sense of fashion, and talent in dancing that could make him a worldwide star. He’s passionate about the things he wants, driven for the things he wants to achieve, and humbled despite his ambitious achievements.

It becomes apparent to you, very early on in your relationship, that he’s a man out of your league. Someone too good to be true.

You’re… undeserving of someone like him.

“You’re so nice to me.”

Hoseok smiles, but looks a bit confused as he peers up from the menu. For the first date, he decided on something fancy. A dinner with a view, where the waiters serve imported wine, and the dishes look like edible pieces of art. You’re both dressed well, blending with the other couples and groups in the surrounding tables.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks you, a bit taken aback by your statement. “I like you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” you quietly counter. The insecurities are getting the best of you. While Hoseok could make a name for himself, you’re just a nobody. Lost in life and without ambition. You waste your days numbing yourself from the mundane and loneliness.

What could someone like you possibly offer to someone like him?

Then, Gluttony.

Honestly, for a while, you didn’t know what you and Hoseok were doing. When you first met him, there was only one thing you wanted. And somehow, that became something more.

Somehow, Hoseok continues to meet up with you and take you to nice places. He doesn’t expect sex from you every time either. It’s like he genuinely likes to hang out with you.

Once, he took you to an aquarium. You didn’t even think you cared about fishes and marine animals, but your eyes widen in awe when you see the luminescent glow of jellyfishes in the tanks. The corner of your lip lifts into a small smile when you see Hoseok clapping his hands and laughing when a sea lion claps its fins back at him. And you actually laughed when you dared Hoseok to touch a stingray at the petting station, and he nearly fainted when the tip of his fingers brushed against its back.

Another time, the two of you end up at a local diner after a party, a little drunk and a little high. The two of you order too many burgers and fries and decide to eat them by his car in the empty parking lot. Perhaps you were still intoxicated. Perhaps the food wasn’t doing anything to help you sober up fast enough, but you end up sharing more about yourself than you ever intended to that night. And Hoseok is quiet as he listens, not once judging you for every bad decision you’ve ever made. In fact, he tells you that he thinks the same sometimes – that he isn’t all rainbows and sunshine like you initially thought he’d be.

Then, there was the day he took you to the mall. He seems very adamant about couples clothes and making sure he matches with you whenever you two go out. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, if you were honest, but he seems to like it a lot when you’d color coordinate with him or if you’d wear the top for the matching set of his pants. An elderly woman is in line behind you two when you take a break from shopping to grab some pretzels and drinks when she comments that you look like a cute couple.

It hits you right then and there that you and Hoseok are a couple.

You’ve been showing up at his dance rehearsals and shows. He’s introduced you to his friends and you’ve all hung out at the beach. He comes to pick you up from work and take you to his place, which slowly but surely has a lot of your stuff in his space now.

Neither of you ever made the relationship official though. Yet, Hoseok smiles at the elderly woman, practically beaming as his hand tightens around yours and thanks her.

You don’t know what you are to Hoseok – if he really sees you as his girlfriend, someone he’s just dating but not that serious about, or maybe just a friend he’s intimate with – and you’re not sure what comes next.

The two of you find a spot to sit down, and you watch as he snaps pictures of the pretzels first before holding up the phone to take a picture of you and him together. As you pose for the camera, you could see how the two of you really do look like a couple. Matching clothes and all.

Whatever you are to Hoseok, and whatever he is to you, perhaps it’s okay to indulge in it while it still lasts. Even if a small, tiny, selfish part of you yearns for more.

And then, Wrath.

Since the beginning of your relationship, you’ve been quietly counting down the days until it’s over. When Hoseok would find someone else and move on, just like any other lover you’ve dated. He’s too good to you, too kind. And you’ve been heartbroken and jaded one too many times to know that an inevitable end will come.

Even when an anniversary becomes two.

Even when he introduces you to his parents, and has started looking for a house you can move in together.

Even when his friends start to tease him and ask when they can expect an invitation to his wedding with you.

You’ll always fuck it up somehow.

“I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,” Hoseok tells you, exasperated. His patience seems to be running thin. “Did I do something wrong?”

It’s frustrating for both of you. Your suspicions. Your insecurities. Nothing good happens to you. A little voice in your head nags that you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him.

And there’s nothing he can do to prove to you otherwise.

“I think we need to end this,” you find yourself saying. Words that you don’t mean, but they fall out of your lips anyway. From self-sabotage. From pain. From fear. 

“You don’t mean that,” Hoseok calls your bluff. He doesn’t look angry or upset, but it seems like he expected this. The disappointment seems to hurt more than if he were to lash out on you.

Tears are brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill, but you refuse to cry. Not in front of him. You keep pushing him away, hoping he’d wake up and realize what you’ve always known – that he’s too good for you. That you’re the wrong person to share a future with.

“Just go,” you demand, your voice soft, barely a command.

You expect him to fight for you, like he always does. The back and forth breakups to make ups has become a vicious, toxic cycle lately.

“Fine.”

You’re stunned when you see him get off the couch and quickly walk out the door without another glance at you. This is what you want, right? It feels cruel to have expected him to stay.

And as your tears finally fall, a part of you – the part that truly, desperately loves him – hates you even more.

Sloth.

That is a demon that stayed with you the longest.

Your heart feels heavy after the fight. So heavy, it feels troublesome to move. To eat. To think. All you want to do is rot away in your bed and sleep.

“Come on,” Hoseok’s voice gently calls for you. He opens the blinds to your bedroom, letting sunlight spill in. “I got the bath ready for you. Let’s wash up and I’ll make you something to eat.”

You close your eyes again, scowling with your face pressed against the pillow. Maybe you’re dreaming. A hallucination of your lover that your mind imagined, prompting you to get up and face the world already.

Or maybe Hoseok is just really too kind.

You get your answer when you feel his hands pull you away from the safety of your covers, and he helps you to the bathroom. He's picked up the empty bottles of beer and soju that littered around the room, you note, seeing them neatly put in plastic bags. The warm water feels soothing against your skin, and you soon feel his fingers run through your hair and massage your scalp.

You don’t say anything to him then.

You don’t say anything as he helps you dress up into something comfortable and sits you at the table. Groceries you don’t remember buying sit on the counter. He must have gotten them before he stopped by.

It’s only after he sets down a bowl of stew he made that you finally speak.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice so soft, you don’t think he heard you.

You’re undeserving of this. You’re undeserving of him.

Even now, that little voice in your head taunts that.

“I like you,” Hoseok simply answers, sitting next to you with his own bowl. There’s a sad smile on his face as he continues, “Even if you don’t feel the same.”

You sniffle. The part that loves him wants to scream that he’s wrong.

But the tiresome demon snuffs it out and keeps you quiet and complacent.

And then, there is Pride.

Some would say, it’s the most evil of them all.

Pride keeps you from admitting your mistakes. From saying that you’re wrong. That asking for forgiveness is beneath you, and seeking for help and assurance is weakness.

Hoseok comes and goes often after you two have broken up. A stubborn part of him seems to think he can fix things. That in time, you’ll change your mind and take him back. That you’ll love him again, just as much as he loves you.

Even though, in your heart, you’ve never once stopped.

Pride is the vice that sneaks up on you. One you didn’t think you’d ever have, given the way the others plague your mind.

You only realize it when Hoseok stops visiting as much. When his calls are less frequent. When that look in his eyes that he used to only have for you starts to turn to someone else.

“Are you happy?” you ask when he tells you about her. He doesn’t need to. It isn’t any of your business. But he does anyway.

Because Hoseok loved you once. Perhaps, there will always be a part of him that still cares about you. That still likes you, despite everything.

A small voice in your head tells you to admit your feelings to him now. To tell him that you still love him. That you never stopped thinking about him.

Maybe if you did, things would’ve been different. Maybe if you did, he’d choose you.

But that kind of confession is undeserving of you. It kills you to see Hoseok moving on and loving someone else. But what little pride you have steels you from revealing the truth.

Even as he smiles and tells you, “I am.”

The cruelest one of them all, however, stands before you.

You've been doing better. You've been trying. The drinking and parties have slowed down significantly. The demons that haunt you have quieted down. You and Hoseok are friends, despite everything.

Which is why you end up here, at his place, looking at the white box he has in his hand.

Hoseok smiles and shows you what’s inside the box. Hope is in his eyes as he looks at you.

And a myriad of demons and their vices scatter into your heart all at once.

Lust makes you careless. Throwing yourself away to carnal sins is how you two met, and perhaps, not much else more.

Greed makes you selfish. Makes you want to keep him for yourself, even if you’re the one who broke things off with him.

Envy makes you jealous. What does she have that you don’t?

Gluttony makes you indulgent. All you do is take, take, and take. You don’t give anything back, and that’s why he deserves more.

Wrath makes you angry. You want to scream, throw something at him, make it known that you’re upset. That you’re still in love with him.

Sloth makes you complacent. Despite your fury, you could do nothing. This is all your fault, after all.

Pride makes you a liar. You refuse to let Hoseok know how hurt you are.

And hope … Hope has you clinging to him, even now. It makes your heart yearn – that small, tiny part of you that keeps fighting for him. That keeps reminding you that you love him. Even as he stands before you with an engagement ring inside the white box.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

You force yourself to smile, hoping that it doesn’t reflect the way your heart shatters. Hoping that, for a brief second, he’d look at you and say that he loves you still.

“She’ll love it, Hoseok.”

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#pandora's box os #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #jhope x reader #jhope x you #bts angst #jhope angst #jhope fanfic #jhope fic #hoseok angst #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fic #hoseok oneshot #jhope oneshot

[miniemalism]

#I love them #my universe #bts #TÔ TÃO TRISTE #eu amo tanto eles #meu tudo #foi tão perfeito #OS MAIORES

[shirogane-oushirou]

working on my pinned and looking at my f/o tags, fighting between "combining my winter crew, tsukiko, and tsubasa tags into just the winter crew tag -- like how brave vesperia is all in one tag -- would be SO much more convenient" and "i like tsukiko's and tsubasa's tag names, and i want people to listen to their associated songs" :'(((

#my new pinned is like 95% done tho if you want to check the updated byf / dni... it's both more thorough and condensed #and now includes things i didn't even know to include when i first joined so it's more useful lol. #really all that's left is 1) deciding on the winter crew tag situation #2) figuring out if i want to add a header w links to the tags and full f/o list page #and 3) choosing bt keeping platonics on pinned or just expecting people to check my full tags post for them... #bc i love my platonics sm but i know most people use pinned f/o lists to root out people with Less Than Appropriate romantic f/os #and that ppl who ARE interested in platonics are here to see ALL of the f/os to Paint a Picture of the shipper in their mind ksdjnf #or see if they see anybody in series they ship from so we could have double-date situations kdjnfkjdn #📌 [ my posts. ] #💭 [ my thoughts. ]

[bat-the-misfit]

uma das coisas que eu mais odeio na primeira série de TMJ era o fato de que desenhavam meu filho querido do pior jeito possível mesmo ele sendo um dos pares românticos da protagonista

enquanto isso o irmão dele (que mal aparecia no gibi) era desenhado desse jeito:

como Do Contra stan eu nunca vou aceitar isso vai passar 50 anos e eu ainda vou reclamar da primeira série e de como maltratavam meu filho a MSP tem que pagar pelos danos morais que causaram ao DC e a nós Do Contra stans

#tio morcego tá doidão #tio morcego tá pistola #nem botei imagem do DC da primeira série pra proteger ele tadinho #meu filho era NAMORADO da Mônica mas deixavam ele tão feio 😭 #judiação do meu neném Do Contra ele merece mais #“ai Morcego o Nimbus também é injustiçado ele também merece mais” SIM MAS PELO MENOS ELE PARECE UM CANTOR DE KPOP DESDE 2009 CARALHO #O DO CONTRA FAZIAM DE TUDO PRA ACABAR COM A CARA DELE ESTRAGAVAM O CABELO OS OLHOS TUDO #até na série infantil estragaram ele 😭 #meu filho sempre foi lindo mas só agora na terceira série dá pra ver isso porque agora deixaram de preguiça #o Jairo não ele ainda desenha neu filho zoado #COITADO DO DO CONTRA #JUSTIÇAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #gente eu sou doido ignorem #Nimbus era kpop antes do kpop ser kpop já pensaram nisso? #ele bota os cantor de kpop no chinelo #o BTS CHORA vendo o Nimbus #enfim kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk desculpa kpoppers mas é a verdade

[tomuchabotme]

i really want Jimin to leave hybe.

I deleted twitter but I read some stuff here, and I don't know how to feel. they really didn't want jimin to succeed, I'm sad and angry about all this

I want pjm 2 to shut their mouths and make them regret everything. i hope pjm 2 is under another company because i dont want to stand all this again.

but obviously, I will be here for jimin always no matter what happen

#hybe will drag in hell #or whoever os behind all this #jimin #bts jimin