#bts story

[hollyhomburg]

The Vampire King

(Polyamory au) (Supernatural au) (Drabble!) 

Summary: Vampire hobi never imagined himself a king, but after circumstances allow himself to take a human queen for a wife wife, he finds there’s a lot of love left in his cold dead heart.

Tags: Bullet fic, supernatural au, halloween surprise gift, Smut, Double penetration, Knotting, Vampire! hobi, Human! m/c, Knight! seokjin, Dragon! namjoon, Werewolf! jungkook, Succubus! jimin, Mage! Taehyung, Vampire! yoongi, Tentacles, oviposition, sex-magic, blood-lust, fear kink, edgeing, overstimulation, Ace! hobi, Dom! hobi

W/c: 2.8k (it’s a drabble okay 🥰) 

A/N: happy halloween! here is a little surprise! i wrote this in like an hour lol so it’s heavily unedited but i hope you enjoy it! please remember to leave me a like and a comment if theres something in here you enjoyed!

- Vampire hobi has never fancied himself much of a ruler, but still- he ends up as the king of some nation after his long running best friend dies- having been king) and hobi- having been his 'long lost bastard son' or something, unwilingly inherits the throne. 

- Hobi is old- older than many many magical beasts and things that go bump in the night. he’s old enough to think- hey i've never been a king before, might be fun, i could like it. (The truth is he’s dreadfully bored, dreadfully tired of the vampire council and his own kind). 

- for a while he even likes to plan the balls! humans did always burn bright and burn quick, but they’ve always created the most fantastic creations too. their music puts even the sound of fairy song to shame. 

- only...why are his advisors trying to get him to marry a human? isn't that a little antiquated? To fuck only one person and only one gender at that? He's convinced, because really, how long will he even be king anyway? He can only probably last another 20 or so years before they'll start to get suspicious of his inhumanly good looks and he’ll need to fake his own death to evade suspicions (humans might be interesting but they’re not the smartest bunch).

- only then, he meets the m/c, the princess of a rival nation who has the sweetest blood he's ever smelled. he’s winded in the throne room when he sees her, smells her, nostrils flaring, sure that his eyes must be flashing red. only- why is her heart beating faster when she sees him? how can such a beautiful creature love an old cold bag of bones like him? 

- Her blood sings to him at all hours of the day, through every touch of their courtship, when he gifts her blood red roses, when he whispers sweet nothings that don’t mean nothing to her, calling to him almost as much as the delicate human it's attached too. he can’t say he’s ever met someone so, new before. so fresh and happy, it makes him smile in a way he’s forgotten he could. 

- He can at least restrain himself until their wedding night. Only then does he allow himself to have a taste of her blood, explaining to her who- and more importantly what he is. what she’s bound herself too. 

- The m/c is surprisingly cool with the whole being married to a vampire thing. she quickly develops a taste for not only being in love with hobi but also helping him feed more discreetly. Why would he ever need another feeding partner when he has her? She might even get mad at one point when he tries to hunt someone else because it’s her husbands needs she’s tending too after all. 

- She loves to cuddle up in Hobi's lap while he’s sat on the thrown, kissing and pecking up her neck until they're alone and hobi can sink his teeth into her delicate throat. Being bitten by a vampire is kinda nice, the whole venom rush and all kinda feels like a drug, a feeling like liquid gold rushing through her veins. 

- Sometimes she lets hobi sleepily teeth there when she sleeps and he dozes,  vampires only need to truly sleep once a month, but he’s more than happy to just lie down beside her and close his eyes, often with his fangs softly buried in her neck. A vampire bite doesn’t hurt unless the vampire wishes it, and hobi would never hurt her. 

- There’s only one problem with their whole relationship. most vampires sexual desires wane over time, not all- but most. Hobi has fucked and been fucked in just about every single position way and hour of the day that a person can even be fucked. it’s not that he doesn’t love the m/c it’s just that...he can’t feel any lust other than bloodlust anymore. 

- And it doesn’t help that Hobi’s venom also makes the m/c extremely extremely horny too.

- That doesn't mean he's not well invested in seeing the queen fucked. in-fact, he loves to watch her loose her careful veil of coquettish composure, loves to watch her overstimulated and squirting, all over the floor of their lavish bedchambers. would never get tired of licking the slick from her lovers fingers. Just because he prefers to watch and not participate doesn't make his love for her any less real, doesn’t make the aftercare he gives her after her scenes any less lingering and caring. 

- King hobi has quite the vetting process for the queens concubines only the best lovers and cocks make it into the queens inner circle. maybe rumors start, that the king has promised a lavish life to anyone who would be the bedmate of the queen.

- There’s prince Namjoon, second in line to the dragon throne (not that anyone would ever know, he keeps his dragon form quietly leashed most of the time). both of his cocks fuck the queen well enough to have her begging for hobi to make namjoon a permanent fixture in their lives, even if his double knots are a little bit harder to hide and fit in her little cunt, hobi orders namjoon to try, making her take it until she’s crying. 

- The queen just about screams the first time her little pussy and ass are filled at the same time. cumming to the sound of hobi’s merciless laugh because “you’re cute when you cum hard my sweet” it’s all a game to him, a game that she and namjoon are more than willing to play every evening, during the day too sometimes. although they press their luck- having her attend meetings and afternoon tea time with lords and ladies with her cunt all stretched and fucked- dripping namjoon’s copius amounts of cum because dragons are known for ridiculous stamina. 

- The dragon princess endless firey stamina is almost enough to sate her permanently. Almost- but even namjoon cant contend with bloodlust in a human body, even he whimpers out “wanna knot, please my king” after the 3 hour he’s spent mounting her. 

- please imagine hobi quietly sipping wine from a velvet chair, sighing and saying “if you must” flippantly as her holes are stretched to capacity. It’s Nothing that a few hours of coddling can’t change, soothing the dragons tears.  “my little fire” he’d croon, whipping back namjoon’s bangs, “it’s not your fault our little queens a bit of a slut” both of them contending with a pouty “hey!” from the m/c pressed between them.

- the m/c loves to sleep like that fire at her back, and the cold body of her undead husband at her front. only...her bed is terribly large, surely theres room for one more? 

- then there’s knight Seokjin, who might be the only human in hobi’s bunch but isn’t anyone to dismiss, his prowess in the sack and on the battlefield is something legendary and well known among the kingdom. he’s quickly appointed as the queens royal guard. 

- His levels of oral prowess certainly never leave anything to be desired either. At dinnertime, Hobi often asks him nicely to get on his knees for the queen often because his baby deserves to be spoiled (and it’s not like Seokjin never cums while eating her out, apparently her pussy is just as delectable as her blood).

- they play this game where during dinnertime jin kneels on a pretty little velvet cushion, and as long as the m/c keeps her face schooled into a mask of propriety he’s allowed to continue, but jin makes it offally difficult when he puts his plush lips around her clit and sucks. and all of a sudden hobi’s calling jin’s name and he’s pulling himself out from under her skirts, looking dazed, his lips slick soaked. 

- sex is always a game to hoseok, he always loves to give her little tasks to tease her, don’t cum even after both namjoon and jin have cum in you, keep their cum warm and snug inside of you my queen, we can’t have the whole castle knowing who you like filling you up, would they all ask me for a chance to fuck you? if they knew how sweet you sounded when you’re being ruined?

- and it’s even better if jin gets on his knees for her while hobi’s having his meal as well, the way she whimpers and falls apart, her pleasure so so sweet in her veins has hobi often reaching down to pull seokjin up for messy messy kisses. (kisses aren’t the same as sex, hobi will always love getting kisses even if sex has lost it’s interest). 

- sometimes, when the m/c is extra extra tired and if hobi’s taken a bit too much blood from her the night before. hobi will pull jin into their bed (the knight might prefer to take the evenings in the dragon princes quarters frequently, it’s nothing against hobi or her it’s just that sleeping next to a chilled block of vampire isn’t the most comfortable) 

- hobi loves jin’s blood too, almost as much as the m/c’s, the bloodlust affects him too- enough that it causes the knight to rut against hobi’s legs, which is fine 🥰 hobi doesn’t mind it even if he never feels wanting stiring in his own belly. 

- then they’res succubus jimin, who appears in the queens quarters by complete accident, as only ‘a true act of lust could summon a succubus’ (this true act of lust might just happen to be an orgy planned by the king for the queens birthday). 

- Jimin is not only the m/cs cutest companion (succubi where designed by the devil himself to be cute, but jimin still blushes when hobi calls him that). jimin’s a lovely little bedwarmer for her on the nights that hobi simply can’t be tempted for sleep,

- But he also makes her laugh and so so happy, hobi loves to watch them from the shadows as they lounge in sunlight. jimin might also have the prettiest prettiest cock in the land, but thats a secret that you keep. the prettiest thickest little cock that the m/c loves to bounce on- that maybe even the king likes to drink from (succubi find all acts of lust pleasurable, even acts of bloodlust), he murmurs in her ears, dark magic that makes her pleasure thicker, makes her soul belong to jimin in ways it can’t belong to the others. 

- and then theres mage taehyung, who charms himself not only to have a cock, but maybe a few tentacles as well, One- two- three- four as many as she wants to fill her up. he might also make her some aphrodisiac potions, might make the king some too when he asks to just have one night, one night where he understands the wanting that the other have again. it’s not enough to set him truly back into human wanting, and yet, it’s more than enough to have their bonds all reaffirmed. 

- Mage taehyung has a lovely habit with the spells, has a mind thats almost as creative as hobi’s when it comes to figuring out new sexual deviances to torture the m/c, the edging potion in taehyung favorite, the one that makes it impossible for the drinker to cum no matter how many times their clit is spanked or how many cocks they take in their cunt or hole (mages do often take succubi for familiars, and once jimin and his bond is made, there’s no breaking it. succubi blood is a very very potent potion additive too!) 

- maybe one time, during a demon summoning gone wrong, tae doesn’t just summon the tentacles, but gets possessed by the leviathan too. he ends up breeding the m/c in their form, fucking her full of demon eggs that thankfully another spell helps vanish. the coven finds her like that, fucked dumb on the floor a tenticals holding her up and fucking her down on three, tae’s eyes rolled back speaking some demon tongue.

- “the demon king wants her hyung” jimin sniffles, once he’s managed to kick the demon out of tae’s body. “don’t want him to have her, she’s /ours/” “i won’t let anything happen to her, or any of you” hobi promises, but it does nothing to comfort the little succubus “then why haven’t you turned her yet? anything could happen to her or jinnie and they’d just be gone” 

-  Hobi’s coven does enjoy teaseing her by how eager she’d been to take the monsters eggs, they have their fun and forget the fear “maybe i should open our doors for every little beasty and beauty that comes our way my sweet” hobi threatens, hand warming over the m/c’s swollen stomach. Feeling her shiver in fear and delight.  

- the vampire werewolf wars are long over, there isn’t enough bad blood between their races for him not to allow the sweetest pup from the stables, alpha jungkook- to show his prowess in the bedroom. There isn’t a sight king hobi likes more than watching the m/c dig the heal into jungkook’s knot while the alpha whimpers from her feet, his hands carefully folded behind his back the picture of absolute obedience. All for the chance to knot and breed her.

- maybe hobi’s eyes warm at that- because he’s long since given up having children with the m/c after none- not even Seokjin’s seed managed to take. they are very very in love and desire to have a family even if their relationship isn’t the most conventions. 

- Hobi might have a particular fondness for when jungkook’s ruts sync up with the full moon and he has to fuck her in his monstrous form too 🥰 after that she might be able to take both of Joonies knots at the same time.  

- Now, king hobi has never ever been convinced by one magical species to enter the queens coven of pretty little concubines. Hobi would never ever dream of allowing another vampire to fuck the m/c- in the fear that maybe they’d be convinced to suck her blood, and her blood belongs only to the king. 

- But then one of his old friends comes to visit, vampire Yoongi, who is the first fledgeling that Hoseok ever sired. Although time and more than one broken heart separated them they great each other as more than family and more than lovers. 

- hobi gets to watch her walk with the vampire, feeling his own long cold heart warming as he gets to see her laugh and throw herself into the others arms, fangs flashing in the light. And hobi really can’t contain his heart can he? he’s too fond of the both of them, cant resist giving his fledgling and his sweet sweet little human wife what they both want. 

- maybe hobi discovers that he likes feeling yoongi gulping, likes to hear the stutter of her heart as he feeds on the other side of her throat. 

- hobi ends up taking a new fledgeling half a decade later, only because he couldn’t bear to be parted from either of them in death. Maybe yoongi helps him too- having never sired another vampire to be his own fledgeling, maybe they both bite on either side of her neck to turn her at the same time. 

- hobi laments the loss of her sweet sweet human blood (because vampire blood just doesn’t taste the same although they’ll still feed from each other often, especially as her sire, they’ll both need to stay close through nearly 10 years of blood cravings. 

- hobi can’t wait to nurse his needy little fledgling, and yoongi’s going to do so well- hobi already knows they’ll both have the cutest cutest nest- and if the other vampire wants to lean into his nesting instincts for the first time in nearly a thousand years then hobi won’t complain. 

- (if you’re wondering what happens to jin, he and jungkook happen to mate, although it’s a little non-traditional for the omega to be older than their alpha- jungkook very very good at guiding jin through his werewolf puberty) 

- He fakes his own passing as the king, and the throne passes to one of his long lost relatives. and hobi and his little coven of demons and witches and vampires flees to a castle in the countryside. where they’re all left to fuck and fight and feed from each other for eternity. 

- Hobi’s coven might not be the most conventional of covens, but it’s one he made himself with the kind of love that last centuries <3 

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[allforbtsu]

Will you hold me softly?

Chapter 2

Summary: After being rescued and raised by the Bangtan Pack, you now find your true mates in the Stray Kids Pack.

Tags: Platonic BTS x Reader, Abusive Childhood, Werewolf au, Eventually Stray Kids x Reader

Words: 3.3K

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Prologue- Chapter 1

Author`s Note: I wanna thank everyone who left beautiful comments on this story despite my lack of updates, I have read them all, they all made this new chapter possible. Despite my lack of consistensy I hope your comments and love can keep me writing. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Through the window you could see it was early morning, little sun rays illuminating the room. There, laying in the middle of the nest between Namjoon and Jin, you watched as Taehyung and Jungkook crawled to lay beside Jin, you on his other side. The two boys almost laid on top of each other to be able to cast a few glances at you. Taehyung laid down on his back as Jungkook laid on his stomach on top of him, despite their grunts as they adjusted neither seemed to bother about their position. 

“What brought you here so early?” Mumbled Jin, his eyes half closed as he held your hand under the covers.

“Jimin hyung” 

Jungkook`s answer made Namjoon shake his sleep off, moving his whole body so he could look at the two younger boys.

“We told you to come after lunch time”

Silence followed.

“We know, but Jimin was really excited and that got Hobi excited and then at that point Yoongi hyung didn't know how to say no and brought us here earlier, we`re sorry. We just wanted to see her as well.” Taehyung answered rapidly, trying to get the blame off them. It's not like they woke up earlier than everyone in their apartment and woke everyone up and told them to hurry up and go home already, it's not like that, and it's not like their Alpha and Head Omega need to know that.  

“It`s ok Tae, you`re here now.” Jin answered as he looked down back at you. “I guess they were all eager to meet you, sweetie.” You looked at him timidly, almost hiding completely in the covers. As you looked past Jin`s caring eyes, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung waving at you. You were nervous and a little bit scared, but they seemed pretty nice people and apparently the closest to your age, you could be friends.

“I`m y/n” You said shyly. That made them both smile widely, you were so cute.

“Nice to meet you y/n, do you wanna come downstairs with us? Yoongi is making breakfast I believe. Can we hyung? Can we go downstairs with her?” Taehyung asked, almost too excitedly. It's not like Jin couldn't see right through them and was still a little bit mad they brought the whole pack here earlier than agreed on, but neither could he deny them anything.

You looked up to Jin expectantly and he sighted.

“I wanted to be in my nest a little bit longer, you know? But ok, you can take her downstairs if she wants to” As both of the young wolves looked at you, you nodded instantly. Their energy and excitement even reaching you.

“Good, take her directly to the kitchen to Yoongi. I will be there in a minute”

As soon as those words were muttered, Jungkook and Taehyung jumped out of the nest, making Namjoon grunt at all the commotion that early in the morning. Jungkook was the one who timidly extended his arm towards you to lead you downstairs. “Lets go” He murmured with a little smile on his face. But before you could take his hand and be scampered down the stairs, Jin grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. 

“I will be down in a second if you need me, yeah? Just tell the guys and they will call me” He looked almost too worried for you only going downstairs, but in his brain it was justified. His pup was leaving his side, where he could not see them. He was the most glad for his sense of smell right now, sure he would be able to catch any difference in scent from you from kilometers away.

You nodded and got off the nest with Jungkook`s help. You could tell by their smell that Jungkook was an alpha, but Taehyung seemed to be an omega as well, this made you content, feeling surprisingly at ease in their presence.

You all got down the stairs with a happy step, Taehyung leading the march as Jungkook not once let go of your hand. As you three got down to the base of the stairs, you smelled two new scents. There seemed to be more people on the first floor than Yoongi and that made you nervous. Would they be as good as the packmates you already met? You didn't have enough time to keep on pondering as a gasp was heard and Taehyung stopped in his place. 

“She came down?” A little murmur was heard in front of Taehyun, him nodding his head rapidly. You could not see well beyond Taehyung`s back and you didn't even know if you wanted to see or be seen more than that. Your little feet taking you backwards, behind Jungkook's back, holding his hand even tighter. Despite all your attempts to go unnoticed, a face popped out besides Taehyung, his smile almost blinding you. “She's so cute, oh my god I can't believe it”

“You're scaring her Jiminie” Jungkook said, feeling you hide even more behind his back.

That seemed to pause everything, suddenly it was all silent. You popped your head to the right behind Jungkook to see if he was gone, but everything was way worse. Taehyung left both of you standing and went to sit down beside other two boys, now the new smell of a sad omega and anxious beta filled your nose. There was another omega? And the pack even had a beta apparently. You stared at these new people silently and they stared at you back, too scared to frighten you more. Jungkook realized no one wanted to make the first move so he took the matter into his own hands.

“y/n this are Jimin and Hobi hyung. Jimin is an omega like you and Hobi is the pack`s beta. You can say hi, they won't bite '' He giggled, looking at his packmates waiting for them to introduce themselves.

“Hi y/n its so nice to finally meet you” Said the Hobi guy with a heart shaped smile. Jimin seemed more nervous to interact with you, as if he was paralyzed with fear of doing something wrong. That appeared to change when Taehyung put his hand on his back in an assuring motion. Jimin stood up on uneasy legs and got closer to Jungkook and you, crouching down to your level.

“Hi pretty, we finally met. Namjoon was really excited for us to meet you.” You blushed at the soft mention of the pack alpha and his kind words. If he's their alpha, then they must be amazing people as well. You owe everything to him, so must as well trust him and his packmates.

“Namjoon told me a lot about you too” You said almost intelligibly hiding behind Jungkook`s legs, but that didn't seem to matter as they heard it either way, huge smiles in their faces and croons leaving their mouths. 

“Only good things I hope” Grinned Jimin. “Come, Yoongi has breakfast ready for everyone”

Jungkook grabbed your hand once again and following after his three packmates he led you towards the kitchen. They all looked pretty young to you, but Jungkook seems to be the youngest of them all. His cheeks still filled with that adolescent baby fat and round curious eyes seemingly wanting to observe every wonder this world has to offer. He didn't look to be much older than you, but probably seven or eight years older. Everyone else, except Jimin and Taehyung, must be in their twenties you suppose. Their stare stronger, their bodies taller and more defined, that of young-adult men. Jimin almost competes with Jungkook's cheeks, his look round and chubby, and despite his age they seem pretty normal for a pack omega, the same goes for Taehyung's pretty round face. 

You've got so many questions, but you're so afraid and shy to ask them. You make a mental list of all the questions you wanna ask. Who's the oldest? Is Jungkook really the youngest? How did they all meet? Do they come from a lab like me? Maybe they also don't have a family.

All your thoughts are cut short when you finally reach the kitchen, suddenly you're bombarded with the most amazing smells. Through the entryway, right behind you enters Jin and Namjoon right after him.

“Oh, you met our Jimin and Hoseokie, baby?” Jin asks you as he grabbed your other hand that's not holding Jungkook`s. You nodded, too shy to verbally answer as he led you to the same chair you used yesterday, right beside him. 

The whole pack sat down on the kitchen table, a long walnut wood rectangle filled to the brim with what looked like to be the best breakfast you ever had. Surrounding it, the kitchen itself and on its left side a top to bottom window overlooking the stream that bordered the property followed by the deep woods. The kitchen wasn't huge, but just the right size to be cozy and comfortable. And at this hour of the morning it was filled with the golden rays of the forenoon sun.

“What do you want to eat? Yoongi makes the best apple pie, but Namjoon would like to take all the credit tho, the apple tree was planted by him.” Taehyung laughed as a disheveled Yoongi poured him some tea.

“Hey, it's not my problem that my tree produces the best apples in the province.” Namjoon argues as he sips from his morning coffee, Hobi slicing him some bread and cutting some pastries for everyone. 

Jin never stopped looking at you awaiting your answer. “What do you want, sweetheart? I'm gonna cut you some cheesecake, I think you will like that, Yoongi likes to add a secret ingredient…chocolate” He whispers like it's the most magical thing, as expected, he made you laugh.

“Would you like…?” Jungkook started as his eyes roamed around the food and drinks overflowing table. “Would you like some…coffee?

“Jungkook!” Jin screeched. “She`s ten, we`re not giving her coffee”

Jungkook looked the other way, embarrassed. 

“It's ok, I made some hot chocolate, would you like some, honey?” Yoongi asked calmly, his eyes going back between Jin and you, asking permission from his head omega. When Jin nodded and you said a very small yes, Yoongi turned around immediately to look for your hot choco. Jin grabbed you a plate and cut some cheesecake for you, as well as three strawberries, mumbling something about having to balance the food with so much chocolate. Namjoon calmed him down, announcing that he will go hunting in a few days, they should all gather and enjoy a warm and fulfilling food together. 

As the cheesecake, strawberry and hot chocolate were within your reach, it took only one look to your alpha and a nod to start devouring all the food, and at the same time, all the love the pack was content to give in every love form possible.

After everyone had eaten and their tummies were full, Namjoon thought it was the right time to show you your room and all the things they had prepared for you. Guiding you to the second floor with Jin and Jungkook right on your heels, as the others stayed behind cleaning everything up, Namjoon stopped at the door right beside the room you slept the last two nights. The house wasn't that big, the first floor having a living room and a tiny kitchen and the second two rooms and a bathroom. What stands out the most in the house is the great amount of windows overlooking the woods, the sunlight a constant throughout the whole day.

Namjoon slowly opens the door and steps aside, allowing you three to enter. The color of the wall was creamy, filled with a few empty shelves for storage, and on the right corner was a wooden bed and a huge window right in front the door. The room looked unused and empty, with huge potential for decoration. Namjoon hoped you were the one who was gonna fill the room with your personality, paint the walls if you'd like, hang posters, fill the room with blankets and cushions, make a huge nest, throw your toys around. He wishes you can make the best of the space, your space.

Tho your first comment throws him off.

“What's this for?” You didn't want to sound as bratty as you did, but you truly meant the question.

Namjoon and Jungkook looked perplexedly at Jin, not knowing how to answer. Wasn't it clear? Jin cleared his throat and answered.

“It's your room, isn't it pretty? It's right beside ours so we can always be close in case anything happens.”

“But…I thought I was gonna sleep with you, I want to sleep with you.”

Your mind started racing. They were your pack, right? Packs sleep together and share every living space, that's what they told you at the lab at least. Did they not want to sleep with you? Were you doing something wrong? 

As if Jungkook could hear the wheels running in your head, he put his hand in your head to stop you from wandering farther ahead in your thoughts. Instinctevely Jin released some sweet pheromones out of thinking the pack`s pup was in distress.

“But…you`re going to sleep here with all your things and we`re going to sleep in the room right beside you, we won't be far. We can even sleep with our doors wide open so we can hear each other!” Jungkook tried to reason with you, but it was in vain. You didn't know how to say verbally that you were not ok with this, but Jin found it funny how it was obvious with your expressions, a deep frown obscuring your tiny face and a little pout on your lips. 

“I thought packs slept together. I don't want to sleep alone anymore, I have you now” You said under your breath, as if you didn't want to be heard.

It broke Namjoon's heart a tiny bit. He knew, from the moment he rescued you, that raising you was not going to be easy. He knew your mind was full of trauma and unhappy memories, a heart too tiny to be dense with so much sorrow. He knew that, he prepared for that, he tried to anticipate it all, read about it all, all ways Namjoon knows how to love, or in this case, his way of learning how to properly love you. Yet he didn't know how to answer, his mind rushing too fast, too many comforting words piling up on his tongue, he couldn't answer.

Jin`s train of thought did not differ much from Namjoons, but what Namjoon lacks in Jin makes up for, like it always has been. Namjoon didn't take this parental role by himself, he has six amazing other partners to help him. Jin knows you will have to learn pack customs, and even how to relate with others, how different relationships work. He will have to show you what love is, how it feels to be holded softly, he will teach you how to love, so one day, maybe, you can love others with the same intensity as you have been loved. So he answers gently, taking the first step in the right direction.

“They do, but when pack's pups grow older they tend to want their own space, so this is why we give you this room, this is yours, you can do anything you want in here. But if you need to sleep with us you can, if you want to sleep here you can, and if some nights you`re too scared or restless, our room is always open for you.”

You seem to ponder his answer for a few seconds, your eyes scanning the room. 

“If I want to sleep with you I can?” You ask again, maybe this time they will say yes and stop drifting away from the answer you want. Jungkook puffs, his eyes looking down at you, his reaction denoting the age gap between him and his older mates.

“Yes, but It would be best if you sleep here”

“Why!?” You jump in your defense.

Jungkook does not want to tell the small pup that he wants to be able to be with his door closed and alone at night with his partners. That he would prefer to not be heard as he knots the omegas and gets manhandled by the alpha. 

Namjoon intervenes.

“Ok, maybe we can slowly transition you from sleeping with us to later on sleeping alone. How does that sound?”

“Yes!”

Your answer was instant, and Jungkook prayed to the gods that your transition would be as quick as your answer.

As the day went on the pack had already eaten lunch and now Taehyung and Jimin were inviting you to play outside. You were cuddling on the couch with Jin, who was very keen on not letting you out of his sight when Taehyung appeared right in front of you both with a timid Jimin on his side.

“y/n do you wanna come and play outside with Jimin and me? It's really pretty at this hour of the afternoon. It's not that hot” He said the last part staring directly at Jin, as if wanting to convince him and not you.

Taehyung looked so excited and Jimin was grinning so much that it had you begging Jin to let you outside. Jin whined, his hold tightening. Jimin made a few promises of keeping you safe and on the house perimeters as Taehyung nodded rapidly.

“You better be gentle, you better be or I wont be with you” Jin threatened. 

Giggling, Jimin grabbed your hand and guided you outside, Taehyung right behind you. After going down the porch, you were outside for the first time after being rescued by Namjoon. The garden leading to the woods was beautiful, it was set up in detail. There were some colorful flowers right beside the kitchen and living room windows, Namjoons famous apple tree was right beside the car parking spot accompanied by what seemed to be a lemon tree. The grass was cut short, the space clean, differentiating it from the wood`s long grass and undergrowth.

Suddenly, tearing your attention away from the scenery,  you could hear the sound of cracking bones, startling you, and as you turned around, Taehyung had turned into a beautiful brown wolf. Your eyes were wide open, your first thought was to run face first into Jimin`s embrace. Your eyes tight shut, arms holding Jimin as if your life depended on it.

“What's wrong y/n? It's just Taehyung, do you want to turn with him? It's your turn”

Your lack of answer seemed to worry Jimin.

“y/n? Hey baby, look at me.” He grabbed your chin and held your head up, your teary eyes looking up at him.

“Have you never seen someone turn into a wolf?”

“We can turn into wolves?”

Your answer made Jimin freeze. You have never seen anyone turning into a wolf? One of the first things that mothers do after the birth is turn into a wolf and cuddle the cub who also shifts to their wolf form as a response to their mother. It's how mothers teach their babies how to shift. It begins as an instinct response of the pup, shifting instinctively at the same time their mother does, until they can internalize it and manage it on their own.

Your response makes Jimin wonder and tense up. Your mother was never able to shift with you and bond, cuddle and play with you in your wolf form as a cub, so you never learned how to, you didn't even know it was possible. Jimin`s mind drifts to unhappy places, were you taken from your mother too soon? Have you ever met your mother? And one thing that also worried him the most, you never had contact with your most spiritual form, your wolf.

Jimin answered before his tongue got tied.

“Yes, we can and so can you”

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[euphorianyx]

DADDY ISSUES [Dawn] -9-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut / Intriguing / Violent / Soapy / Fluff / Angst | +18 | Summary: You believe you know someone you live together but that only counts if they are true to themselves. Can love really change someone or do they just hold back? What if you are yet to meet the dark side? Will you stay to handle all that or will you walk away? Your love remains and you cannot forget. Worth more than anything, you just do whatever it takes to protect. ⟪A/N: Please do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated. ⟫ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES SUNSET -prequel- ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES DAWN other chapters ⨳ ⨳ DADDY ISSUES PLAYLIST ⨳

With gun right through your head, it felt like time froze momentarily. Though a few things happened. Yugyeom almost screamed in your ear since he lost your sight. One of your men had his gun through Min Ae's head, waiting for JungKook's or your order.

Silence taking over, everyone was waiting with their breath on hold. JungKook gestured with his head for him to put the gun down. Then he almost growled at Min Ae.

"I warn you for one last time."

Gun still directed at you Min Ae took a step to the side. Her empty hand reached for JungKook. As she slide her manicured nails from his chest to his abs, she chuckled.

"Brave for someone in chains. Sorry, we could not arrange a bed for us yet."

JungKook closed his eyes for a mere second, mentally cursing himself.

"Y/N"

JungKook wanted to explain himself but when he saw the way you stare at Min Ae he realized he did not need to do that. You were about to let Min Ae's witty remark get through you. Somehow the way your name fell from JungKook's lips reminded you that you were there for one thing. A smile bloomed on your lips that noone has ever seen before. You directed our gaze at Min Ae.

"Hands off, sly fox."

Smiling at you she took a step and got closer at JungKook. Min Ae still had the gun pointed at you while she planted a kiss on JungKook's chess. JungKook's dark gaze landed on her as he bit inside of his tongue out of rage. Upon seeing his clenched jaw you knew he was annoyed to the core.

You directed your gun at her then pulled down the safety. Staring at you with wide eyes it took a few seconds for Min Ae to pull herself together. She put on a fake smirk to seem confident.

"You know... We both will die in this case."

Still dead serious your eyes never left her.

"Does it look like I care? Now, back off."

JungKook's eyes were watching you both in stress and awe. Heart pounding in his chest, he tried to show no sign of emotion. If he ever did, crazy as she was, Min Ae could actually hurt you. What he did not realize that Min Ae was actually scared. She took two steps back, still holding her gun up against you. She made a simple gesture thinking you would not get it. Before the buff bodyguard could reach you, you pulled your wide trousers up.

"I would not do that."

Seeing the bomb on you JungKook could not hold himself back anymore. For the first time maybe his voice cracked as your name fell from his lips.

"Y/N, take that thing off."

Much to his surprise, your gaze met with his while a small smile bloomed on your lips.

"Not before I get you out of here."

He raised his voice out of concern and anger.

"Y/N!"

Though your focus was on Min Ae which led you ignoring JungKook's warning. A man tried to get closer to you only to be shot by someone from your team. Then hell broke lose. Two men held you by your arms while Min Ae yanked the gun off of your hand. Watching them roughly grabbing you Jungkook was boiling inside. Because of his harsh pulling the cuffs digged into his flesh leaving bruises all over. A big hand slapped you roughly on the cheek while another pair went for the explosives. However your words stopped him in an instant.

"If you try to take it of, it will blow. If you try to deactivate it will blow. Only I can stop it."

Men were fighting all around. Gun powder and curses already fillled the air as you heard someone screaming.

"Check on Mrs. Jeon."

Min Ae smiled while she grabbed your hair then she pushed you down on the ground.

"You will not blow up this place while JungKook is here. Nice try though."

You managed to click your in ear piece in an instant.

"Free him from chains."

You said while Min Ae watched and heard you clearly. You hoped Yugyeom to react quickly but nothing happened. Instead the metal door exploded in the loudest way. You covered your head so the pieces around would not harm. Min Ae was beside you on the ground while coughing.

Before anyone could make sense of what happened Yugyeom's eyes landed on you. Eyes meeting for a moment, he held your shoulder with both hands. Yugyeom slowly helped you up from the ground as he grabbed his gun back. Making your way towards Jungkook, you saw a man behind him with a knife. Eyes locked on you the girthy bodyguard shouted.

"Take it off or he dies."

JungKook's eyes were on you as well. He spoke with a dull yet stern voice.

"Y/N... Take it off and leave."

You saw his dark eyes almost begging you to save yourself. Your heart heavy in your chest you shook your head. Then he gestured Yugyeom to take you out. When you did not move the buff man slightly moved his knife. You saw the blood dripping somewhere around JungKook's collarbone. Feeling helpless, you took two steps away. You turned around but you were not going to leave. Not when the only reason you came here to save him. You were not going to watch him die for you.

"You take the man, I take the chains."

You were not even sure if he heard you since your voice was even lower than a whisper. Yugyeom's wide eyes landed on you as if you were out of your mind. Then he saw your pleading stare.

"Damn it Y/N... He will kill me."

You paid Yugyeom one last stare to convince and thankfully it worked. When he sighed with a

"Fine."

After three nods as counts, you took a deep breath and turned around. Eyes on the closest chain you tried your best aim. When it hit ground JungKook caught the knife right away. Then you took your aim for chain on the left. JungKook was completey free while the buff bodyguard was already shot at his neck by Yugyeom.

His warm blood was all over JungKook's face but did not even phase him at all. JungKook just stared down the big body laying down beside his feet. Then drifted his attention back to the cuffs that were still on his wrists.

The keys were on the ground a few steps away. He closed the distance to get them but he noticed it. The metal shined in Min Ae's hand. She directed it at him which he smirked back. Then her hand shifted to your side.

JungKook stepped in but her hand shook before she could fire the small gun. JungKook grabbed Min Ae by the hair then yanked it from her hands harshly. JungKook grabbed her arm while dragging Min Ae toward you. He stopped right before you and forced Min Ae on her knees. She shrugged her shoulders and gave you a repelling look to seem confident. JungKook handed you the gun he grabbed from her.

"Go ahead doll."

Eyes wide you stared at him for a second then you gaze shifted at Min Ae. Who were on her knees in her now ruined fancy dress and smudged make up. Your silence became dreadful to her. Also, JungKook was impatient right by your side.

"Fine... I will do it."

Was what he said while he grabbed your hand to fire the gun. Reacting faster than you expected, you put your free hand on his large fingers.

"I want her alive."

Both JungKook and Yugyeom were in disbelief so you had to repeat.

"I want her alive."

After an displeased low grunt, JungKook finally dropped his hand. Min Ae eyes never left your figure while you crouched down to speak to her.

"Do not expect me to thank you."

She still tried to provoke you to end things for some reason. When she met with your small smirk, Min Ae seemed taken aback. After a low chuckle, the venomous words fell from your lips.

"No need... because you will wish I would never have saved you."

You roughly grabbed her wrist and put her back on her feet. Staring right into her eyes you plucked the little key from her brachelet. You unlocked the cuffs that were still on JungKook's wrists. The first thing he did was pulling you in and wrapped his arms around you while sniffling your hair.

When your eyes drifted back to disstressed look on Min Ae's face, you gestured Yugyeom for the cuffs he had attached to his belt. You put Min Ae's wrists together and cuffed them with a devilish gaze on your eyes. You grabbed her hair, forcing her to walk before you.

"Take her to the mansion."

YugYeom gave you a simple nod. He grabbed Min Ae by her arm then stopped for a second. Eyes briefly landed on your thigh.

"Y/N..."

You could see YugYeom was worried about the forgotten explosives. You were about to reassure him but an unexpected reaction from JungKook caught your attention. His eyebrow shot up when he called you by your first name and reached right away.

"JungKook will take care of it."

YugYeom handed car keys and a loaded gun at JungKook.

"Just in case."

JungKook's tense expression calmed down. He gave Yugyeom a little bump. Yugyeom was already leaving with Min Ae as she threw a dark yet tired gaze at your side. JungKook's eyes caught a man moving. Eyes never leaving you, JungKook pulled the trigger with a poker face. The man screamed in agony then fell back .

Your softly spoke to deactivate the explosive. JungKook crouched in front of you as his long fingers gently took it off. He slowly left it on the ground. Before any other enemy could move JungKook's voice filled the air.

"Leave!"

A few wounded man got up with the help of others. Caughing or groaning they kept walking. JungKook took a look around the storehouse to make sure noone was left behind. He locked his fingers to yours.

"Activate countdown"

JungKook gave you a menacing smirk while you walked out the big rusty door. Since a couple of minutes were all you have got, you rushed to the dark grey car waiting by the road. JungKook opened the door for you and made his way to the driver's seat. When he just began driving you heard the loud explosion. Heart beating fast in your chest, you watched the flames through the rear mirror.

Both of you were covered in blood and dust but you could not help with the small smile on your lips. The way you were about to lose him made you realize one thing. No matter who he was, no matter how you broke each other countless times you could never give up. As if he read your mind, JungKook gave you a different smile. A crooked smile of a tired yet happy winner. Before your mind caught up with your words, they fell from your lips.

"I love you, JungKook. I am sorry... "

JungKook's dark eyebrow shot up while the corner of his lip curled up.

"Sorry for what?"

Struggling with words, you did not know you needed none. JungKook already knew. Already knew because he felt the same without you... Incomplete.

"I should have never walked away."

JungKook intertwined your fingers.

"And I should have never stopped chasing. We both messed up."

You were surprised at the short yet noticable laughter leaving your lips. JungKook hesitantly reached for your belly. His warm finger went across for a brief moment. Then the question fell heavy on you like the thickest fog.

"Why did you believe me?"

Evidently, that question took JungKook off guard. He cleared his throat and you thought you were in trouble, instantly. His hand on your belly was back on the wheel as JungKook locked his eyes on the road again.

"I knew the moment you showed up. I can read you like a magazine."

Eyes still on him, you kept your eyes on him.

"I did not deserve this trust, JungKook."

A sigh left his mouth. You could not tell if it was discomfort or relief though his velvety yet low voice reassured you.

"Yes, you did things that I hated but you never lied to me, Y/N."

Then his expression changed. His eyes were peeking a car that followed you. In a few second JungKook spotted the driver. Much to his surprise it was his father's best man.

"What the heck is going on here?"

Next Chapter

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[blue1amory]

Hey everyone, so I got a challenge from a friend. If we can hit 20k views on my book, a cute blind soul on Christmas day at 12:00 CET, he promised me something. So please could you read my story?

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[simp4eshal]

She's a maneater masterlist

She's a maneater ; A Kim Taehyung sm au

Resume: Kim Taehyung is a shy art major in Paris, Y/N's an outgoing fashion major in Paris too. What happens when, for Jimin's sake, the two of them meet at a party ? She ruins him.

Social media au

coming soon

Y/N's social support : Taehyung's clowns

Jimin's party

Who’s Taehyung ?

Ready bitch

THEY DID WHAT ???

Clownery fr fr

The guy from the party yk

She's gonna ruin me bro

So...y'all kissed or sum ?

It's not a date

It was a date

So...y'all fucked or sum ?

Anime boobies

Kinda, sorta...threesome ?

more to come...

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[q-theeccentric]

ugh not me half-thinking that fri(end)s has some hyyh lore shit and some part of me was hoping that the description of the mv would say "BU content certified by Big Hit Music" 💀💀💀💀

anyway go support taehyung

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[jmnjmnjmn]

Long Story I | Mafia!BTS x Reader Story

Mafia!BTS x Reader x Police!BTS Keywords: mafia, police, crime Warnings: swearing, criminal activity Word count: around 3,000

A click and a thud. The house’s front door opened just slightly, quickly coming to a halt because of the inside lock. A click and a thud. Someone pulled and pushed the door forward again, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Jiyong-ssi,” a shaky voice called through the tiny gap. “Aren’t you missing something?”

A thud and a creek of wood under someone’s rushed footsteps. A cold hand wet with rain rested on the outside doorknob, twitching restlessly as Jiyong made his way to the house’s entryway. He set his hands on opposite sides of the little opening. His peach-toned hair and pale skin were a perfect contradiction to the dishevelled appearance of the girl standing outside his home.

“Yn-”

“Got everything you need in this shit hole?”

The angry tone and swear words made the man frown. He disliked any unnecessary elation.

“Yn-”

“You sure?”

A hiss and tongue click. Jiyong cracked his neck. He was annoyed with this repetitive scenario. That’s why he was moving.

“What are you getting at?” he asked in a cold tone, looking down at his interlocutor.

“You left your laptop in my car.”

Jiyong didn’t particularly feel the wind get knocked out of him at the sound of the statement. The sensation was closer to a slight speechlessness.

“Yn-”

“Your laptop. In my car.”

“Yn-”

“I have it with me. Do you want it?”

Yn shook a thin office bag at the height of his face. She was fed up with him. His jaw was clenched tightly. Most likely in an attempt to stop himself from saying something he didn’t intend to. She wished for him to so she could finally see what it looked like when he lost his temper.

“Look, Yn, you can’t be here. You can’t even be on the same premice as me-”

“You don’t need your laptop?”

The sudden raises in Yn’s voice didn’t startle Jiyong anymore. He was used to her impulsiveness. However, it would be a lie if he said he expected her to break the court’s current ruling and actually come see him.

“It’d be best if you just went on your way.”

A swish and a thud. Yn threw the computer to the ground. A thud and smack. She waved her arm and hit the door with an open palm.

“You don’t need me either?”

“Now, Yn.”

The calmness Jiyong emitted enranged Yn. She hated being the “hot head” in every situation.

“You don’t need fucking anybody. Isn’t that right?”

Jiyong closed the door. He didn’t even slam it.

“If you won’t leave I’m calling the police.”

A thud and a scrape. The door cracked open again. A thud, a scrape, a click. A thud, a scream, a crack. The door opened widely, making a hole in the wall with the knob. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Yn stomped forward and pushed Jiyong with all her might into the wall. She held a baseball bat in one of her hands. The raindrops shined on its metallic surface.

“You did this to me!”

Jiyong felt an unpleasant crack in his back. He frowned, charging forward towards his attacker.

“So it’s about you now?”

“It never is!”

Yn flailed her arms forward pushing Jiyong so hard this time he fell backwards and to the ground. She watched him from above. He could see disgust and disappointment on her face.

”So I’m going to make it about me now. It’s about me now! Fuck you!”

A scrape and a smack. A thud, a scream, a crack. If it wasn’t for the narky neighbours the police would never show up and the fight would be going until the last man standing.

THE NEXT DAY

“It’s literally on tape. They’ve got you breaking in and entering on tape. Damaging private property. Assaulting a man-”

“He-”

Yn bit her tongue. She could say whatever she wanted in front of her attorney, but she decided to keep the more grotty thoughts to herself this time.

“It doesn’t matter. Just promise to get me the least amount of time you can.”

The man shook his head. He brought his hands to his face to wipe the sweat down.

“There isn’t much I can do.”

The confession was grim. Nonetheless, it was true.

“They proposed two years-”

Yn jumped up in her seat. Her hands slammed the table separating her from her counsel.

“Two!?”

“What do you want me to tell you!? That’s what you get after you tried to kill your friend over there.”

Yn slammed the table once more, only with her fists now. Her knuckles turned from pale to red.

“They already think I’m crazy and now they want me to waste two years of my life because of him?”

“You’re lucky I managed to disprove the deadly weapon charges. Pleading insanity was the best you did for yourself since this trial started. Do you take it or not? I need an answer and I need it right now.”

“No.”

There was no hesitation in Yn’s voice. She knew what she deserved and in her opinion that wasn’t it. She was going to fight for her freedom and good name even if she had to do it alone.

“Yn, think on it-”

“No deal. Go and tell that motherfucker he can take his deal and shove it up-”

ONE HOUR LATER

“Case number 2022JT3937: Kwon Jiyong vs. Bom Yn. This is the time and place for the sentencing hearing. May the defendant stand up and approach the podium. Court has thoroughly revised and considered the records concerning the defendant’s trial. Does council wish to be heard?”

Yn’s lawyer stood up from his seat and unbuttoned his suit’s jacket.

“Your Honor, my client knows that she made a mistake. She deeply regrets what she’s done and she has learned from the experience.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done, Miss Yn?”

The judge was an older woman. Her hair greyed at her temples and she wore thickly rimmed glasses high up on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were dark and omniscient.

Yn cleared her throat. She tried her hardest not to sound fake as she used the words her lawyer told her to.

“Your Honor, I did something inexplicable that I shouldn’t have.”

There was no waiting time for the verdict. It came instantly.

“Court finds the defendant guilty on all charges.”

Yn felt the corners of her lips turn down into a deep frown.

“Those being disturbing the peace, breaking and entering and aggravated assault, therefore, sentencing the defendant to three years in prison with the possibility of parole after serving the minimum of twelve months in the penal institution.”

Jiyong sighed before shaking hands with his legal team. He was more than pleased with the outcome of the trial. He got what he wanted after all.

Soon after hearing the sentence, Yn was approached by one of the court guards. He led her through the room. She ground her teeth as she passed Jiyong. Seeing his smug smile angered her to no limit. The only thing distracting her from charging onto him as she did barely two days prior was that she was too preoccupied studying the bruises she left on his face.

TWO HOURS LATER

“Have a seat right there for me. Is this your first arrest or have you been arrested before?”

“I have been arrested before.”

“Do you drink alcohol?”

“No.”

The set of questions asked by the prison nurse was no different than the one Yn knew all too well from jail. Her answers were automatic.

“Give me your left wrist. We’re going to fingerprint you, get you to sign your fingerprints cards and then we’ll get you dressed in.”

One of the deputies led Yn into a room that looked like every other in this building. White and beige brick walls, steel doors, barred windows.

“Everything you’re wearing is going to go into this plastic bag to be stored. So by the time you’re done you’re completely naked. Get to it.”

Yn watched her things be shoved into a white garbage bag. Her jeans and sweatshirt, her shoes. Her phone and house keys were taken away before she even got processed into the prison system. All she had now was a thick plastic wristband with her picture and information printed on it and a set of dark blue uniforms.

FOURTEEN MONTHS LATER: JANUARY

“I’m all the way out!”

“A-T-W, baby!”

Yn laughed as her cellmate chanted the good news. She was happy. She went in front of the parole board, she stated her case and she got accepted. She got twenty-two months cut from her sentence in exchange for a year-long probation period and mandatory therapy.

It was late at night when one of the deputies came to take Yn for processing out. She didn’t have much to take with her. She left her toothpaste and shower gel for her friends, she had already eaten or given away her commissary. She put some papers into the plastic box serving as her temporary suitcase. Those notes were the most important things that she had. Letters she wrote to herself during her time inside and letters her inmate-friends wrote to her as a way of saying ‘goodbye’.

Pull and zip up. Push and tie the knot. Putting on her old ‘outside’ clothes didn’t feel good for Yn. They have been in that same plastic bag for over a year. It was an understatement to say they stunk. Everything was wrinkled, dry and stale.

Yn was escorted from the housing unit into the release area. It was purposely placed right next to the admissions unit reminding every person who was walking out of that door where they started and where they could end up again if they fell into their old ways.

At two o’clock at night, it was over. The time started to go by again for Yn. She stepped outside the prison’s walls, shut the door behind herself and didn’t look back. She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. It was big and hung low over her forehead. In one of her hands, she carried a brown paper bag. Inside were her letters, her dead phone, an out-of-date chapstick and keys to the place she was long ago evicted from.

FEBRUARY

“You’re not her. This isn’t you.”

Yn’s march came to a sudden stop. She shut her eyes and breathed in deeply.

“Ten.”

Breath out.

“Nine.”

Breathe in.

“Eight.”

Counting down and breathing deep. Those two calming technics stuck out the most to Yn. She tensed her whole body with every inhale and let go with the exhale. It relaxed her. Temporarily.

With a little more ease to her step, Yn picked up her pace. She walked down the streets that became more familiar with each passing day. She raised her eyes and stared at this one street lamp that flickered rapidly.

A slam and a scream. A thud and a groan. Something heavy collided with Yn’s left-hand side. She let out a short high-pitched yelp and took a step backwards as the mass that collided with her stumbled and fell to the ground.

“What the hell?”

The question remained unanswered as the man turned from his back to his side in an attempt to get himself up. His arm twitched and he collapsed into a puddle underneath.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, darling.”

The nameless man sat up slowly and lifted himself from the ground. He looked crooked. He leaned to the left, avoiding putting weight on his right leg.

“Are you sure about that?”

Yn didn’t think twice before asking again. Her heart was beating like a drum. She prolonged the interaction with this unknown person despite multiple warning signs, stop lights and red flags. 

“I’m all good, darling. Go on with your night. Fuck-”

The man tried to walk away but lost his balance. He fell forward. Yn reached towards him. She stopped him from hitting the ground with full force but was unable to hold him up. He somewhat kneeled somewhat sat on the wet pavement. At first thought, Yn thought he was drunk but as she let go of him and he fell to his arms and knees she started to doubt.

“Are you drunk?”

The man cleared his throat and tried standing up again. This time he moved slower. He straightened his legs and pushed up on his arms. He made a couple of hesitant steps, trying to find balance. Finally, he found it in the form of a concrete lamp post he hugged with one arm. Yn squinted her eyes. Blood was leaking from his nose.

“I’m fine, darling.”

The man bent over and vomited on the pavement. Yn frowned in disgust. Against all better judgement, she decided to dig deeper.

“What happened to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I’m calling the police.”

“No.”

There it was. The intrigue Yn was waiting for. She was gasping for any type of action ever since she left prison.

“Why not?”

“Just leave me be, darling. Go on with your day or night or something.”

“I possibly couldn’t, darling.”

“Sure you could. Just walk.”

The man held onto the lamp post. He was still leaning forward. He waved his free hand towards the street, signalling for Yn to go and get lost. He sniffed in an attempt to clear up his nose.

Just go already. It would be better for both of us.

A click of a tongue and a sigh. Yn stood her ground, staring at the jaded person before her.

“Did you get into a fight?”

“Go.”

“You know you’re bleeding out of your ear?”

“Huh?”

“You’re blee-ding out of your ear.”

Yn watched as the man reached his free hand to his face. He cursed, realising what she said wasn’t a lie.

“I need your- uh- I need to call somebody.”

Yn took out her cellphone.

“Give me the number.”

“I’ll dial it.”

“Your blood-vomit hands aren’t touching my phone. Give me the number.”

Yn’s phone started ringing. The man reached his hand toward her, silently asking for the device once again. She stepped back and put the call on speaker. Someone picked up but there was no sound. The strange man scowled at her. His face was pale in contrast to the blood seeping from his nose and left ear.

“You’re friend needs help.”

Silence.

“He’s awfully bruised.”

Silence.

“I think he’s suffered some kind of head trauma. He’s bleeding from his nose and ears.”

Silence. If someone called Yn with the same set of sentences she would have hung up a long time ago but this person stayed on the line. Silent.

“Male. Asian. In his twenties. Around one-eighty in height. Ringing any bells?”

Silence. The man straightened himself up, putting most of his weight onto the lamppost. Yn scanned his appearance.

“Dark brown hair. Wavy. Brown eyes. Visible tattoos on the right hand. A crown on the index finger? Am I right?”

Silence.

“Something blown out on the middle finger. Letter ‘J’ on the ring. The letters ‘A’, ‘R’-”

“Where?”

Right after Yn said the address the other person hung up.

“Prick.”

Yn shook her head and started going through her bag. She took out a zip-lock of ice cream cookies. They were frozen solid. There was no hesitation in her voice or step as she approached the man under the flickering lamppost. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the ground. It wasn’t too hard of a task. Ignoring his objections she kneeled next to him and put the bag in his hands.

“Put this where they hit you on the head. I said ‘put this where they hit you on the head’.”

The man followed Yn’s orders at a sluggish pace to which she rolled her eyes.

So you CAN hear me.

“Do you know what day it is? Do-you-know-what-day-it-is?”

“Friday. Ah!”

The man hissed when Yn pinched his earlobe.

“Relax. I’m checking your pain responses. Let me see here.”

Yn pulled on the man’s shoulder, making him lean forward in the seated position. She put her hand over his to pick up the zip-lock and inspect the head.

“There are no wounds on your scalp. You’re so far responsive but you are bleeding out of your ear and nose. You should see a doctor right away. You could have suffered trauma to the brain.”

The man smiled as she wiped the blood from his lips and chin with a tissue. His teeth showed as she scolded him coldly, saying ‘that’s nothing to laugh about and cleaning the side of his face.

“No, I know, darling. You just look so sweet taking care of me.”

It took about ten minutes for the unknown caller to show up and once he did he didn’t even get out of his car to help his friend get up and inside the vehicle. Yn pulled him up by the sleeve of his jacket and hung his arm around her shoulders. She couldn’t have been much of a support for him but she thought it was safer to do that than to let him walk by himself. She reached for the door to hold it open for him.

“I’ve got it from here, darling. Thank you for the- uh- cookies.”

“Keep them.”

The man chuckled weakly, putting the make-shift icepack back to his head. He and his buddy drove for a couple of minutes in pure silence so characteristic of the latter one. They both had one of their hands to their heads - one holding a bag of ice cream cookies and another tugging on a handful of black locks. After yet another turn the driver glanced over the rare-view mirror. When he was sure they weren’t followed he cleared his throat.

“How in the hell did you manage to get this far after crashing in Amnam-dong?”

“I borrowed a car. And then I crashed it.”

The man behind the wheel stayed silent.

“And then I borrowed another car.”

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled. He opened the zip-lock bag taking out one of the half-melted ice cream Oreos. Exactly two hours ago he drove a car into one of the ports of Amnam-dong. He fled the scene before police arrived and stole another car a couple of streets south.

“I didn't plan on it.”

“I bet you didn’t.”

The other man reached his hand over to Jungkook, wordlessly demanding to be given a cookie.

“At least I got out alive. And I got this little piece.”

“You son of a bitch.”

The driver’s raspy laugh filled the vehicle as he noticed the tiny object Jungkook held up between his index and middle finger.

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Halloween Hanok: Part 2 of 2

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 8,395

Concept: It’s your birthday and you and Jeongguk have rented a traditional hanok to celebrate Halloween with the guys. Only something isn’t quite right…

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Warning: Mild Halloween themes (ghosts etc). This won’t make sense unless you read Part One first...Link here

PART TWO

Yoongi has split you all into two teams, trying to keep the scaredy-cat versus fearless ratio even across the teams. You've also all made sure, when you were setting up, that nobody knew all the tricks and surprises. So you end up on a team with Hobi, Jimin and Bambam all looking around fearfully, while Jeongguk, Jaebeom, Jinyoung and Yugyeom gleefully prepare themselves for battle.

You’re psyching yourself up to set out for the first checkpoint with your hand safely enveloped in Jeongguk's tattooed one when you nearly jump out of your skin at the soft noise of a throat being cleared to your right.

"Argh! Hobi!!" you panic, smacking him a little harder than you'd intended. He squeals in response.

"Hey! Don't attack me! I'm on your team!" he protests. 

"Mianhae! But don't sneak up on me like that next time. What is it?"

"Isn't that a little…?" he gestures at yours and Jeongguk's entwined fingers. Jeongguk just smirks and wraps his other arm around you possessively.

"A little what?" you pout, knowing what Hobi is getting at. And that he's right.

"This isn't an excuse for one of your trysts. We're supposed to get scared. That was your idea," he objects, spelling it out so even Jeongguk has to concede defeat.

"Come on!" Hobi pulls gently at your arm. "I'll be your first partner. JK will be fine finding one of the others." You grin wryly at Hobi and nod, leaning up to give your sulky Kookie a soft kiss before gesturing to J-Hope to lead the way.

"Besides," Hobi goads you as you venture into the first part of the maze together, "don't you want JK to be your final partner?"

"Shut up Hoseok," you whisper, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and fear. You and Hobi somehow make it through the first set of obstacles, though you both give the staff members, who you guys hired to do the scaring, the time of their lives as you scream, jump and squeal at every manufactured scare. Hobi spots the first checkpoint flag - red to stand out in the spotlight beams against the hedge maze. He shoots you a grin and grabs your hand to pull you along the corridor you’re both currently wavering in. You probably should have realized it wouldn’t be this easy...Just as you round the final corner, you’re confronted by a cloaked figure with his face hidden below a black hat. He has his hand casually placed on the hilt of a ceremonial-looking sword as he lifts his head slightly to observe your approach.

Hobi strangles a whimper: “Jeoseung saja,” he hisses at your ear. You murmur in acknowledgement: “Namjoon’s idea I bet,” you concur. “Do you think we’re meant to outsmart him to clear the first checkpoint?”

“I guess so…” Hobi nods at you decisively. You both seem to gain courage now that you have a plan of action. The jeoseung saja continues to watch you impassively. “Oranges…” mumbles Hobi urgently. “That’s why there were oranges back by the gaekgwi!” 

“Eep do we really have to go back there?” you grimace. “They were so creepy! Okay, okay. Let’s just get it over with quickly! Why on earth did I come up with this haunted hanok plan?” you giggle nervously as you and Hobi back away from the jeoseung saja and head back to the creepy clearing, trying to avoid the notice of the drifting gaekgwi who take great delight in freaking you both out. You manage to collect an armful of oranges from the clearing before bolting back to the checkpoint to confront the jeoseong saja.

Hobi’s theory is bang on and you carefully round the final corner together to collect your first coloured token and join the others at the checkpoint. Only Jimin and Jeongguk are still missing from your team by the time you arrive, but Jeongguk tumbles in after a moment, with Jimin timidly bringing up the rear. You all help yourselves to the refreshments laid out on a trestle table until you hear a crackling noise break through the air.

"Phase one ends" announces Yoongi's voice over the loudspeaker. "All players please separate and find their next partner." Jeongguk shoots you a mischievous wink as he collects Yugyeom and slips off. You feel a cautious tug at your sleeve. Swishing your costume-tails out of the way, you turn to see a nervous-looking Bambam, sporting expertly-applied and ghastly Chelsea grin makeup, loitering at your side. 

“May I come with you, noona?” he murmurs. “Gyeom went with JK this time,” he adds anxiously, by way of explanation. You smile at him gently, hoping you don’t look as terrified as you feel, as you notice another gwisin drift by the entrance to the clearing. 

“Of course,” you tell him. “But be warned, I’m a complete scaredy-cat!” He giggles. 

“You’re not the only one!” he grins, taking your hand to pull you into the maze. “Those gaekgwi totally freaked me out. Gyeom had to collect all our oranges.” He looks a little guilty, shuffling his feet as he looks at the ground. “I think he was a little annoyed at me, cos if I hadn’t messed around we might have got there first,” he murmurs. 

“I’m sure he’s not annoyed at you,” you reassure him. “Anyway, you couldn’t know how soon the others had gotten there before you.” He smiles at you shyly. ‘Pity he’s so cute’, you think to yourself. You can’t say pity you’re taken because being with JK is nothing short of a dream come true. “Let’s go!” you say out loud, marching off to hide how flustered he’s making you. He follows you, looking around nervously for the next scare. The next branch you take ends at the lake so you turn back to tell Bambam that you guys need to choose a different route, but he’s looking past you with his eyes wide. Uh-oh.

“I don’t want to turn around right now, do I?” you hiss through gritted teeth. He shakes his head frantically, gesturing at you to come to him. “Mul gwisin” he squeaks, in a strangled voice. You scurry back to the relative safety of the hedge maze and he pulls you into the next of the four passages, breathing fast.

“Bam wait!” you realize, pulling back. “What if we were meant to check around there for a clue? Or what if that was the right way? I think I noticed a ferry thing.” He is already shaking his head violently again, as if to ward off the entire concept. You go to smile in amusement, and tell him you can go look while he waits there, but then you notice the tears glittering in his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong Kunpimook?” you murmur, unthinkingly drawing him into your arms to hold him. He clings to you fiercely, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the telltale shudder and the warm wetness on your skin. Why is he crying? You don’t dare ask, so you just hold him until he’s done and then release him with a gentle pat on his arm. 

“Sorry, sorry!” he mumbles, swiping at his eyes with the rather dramatic sleeve of his costume. “Did you want to...I mean do you mind if you just check that we don’t have to go that way?” he begs. “I’ll come down there if I have to, don’t worry!”

“Sure,” you agree. “Just wait here a minute okay?”

“It’s not cos I’m scared!” he blurts out. “I mean...it’s not just cos I’m scared,” he amends, biting his plump bottom lip and nodding for emphasis.

“Yeah, I kinda got that,” you smile, trying to raise his spirits a little.

Thank God, the lake seems to be just a diversion tactic, as you examine the abandoned ferry and come across Hobi and Jinyoung as well as Namjoon and Jackson, all of whom have also come over to check they’re not missing a clue. You avoid giving any ammunition to Joonie and Jackson, but exchange ‘intel’ with Hobi and Jinyoung before returning to the maze, trying to avoid the jump scare from the mul gwisin that had so unsettled poor Bambam behind your back.

He seems to have recovered himself by the time you return and is just turning about on his heel, timidly poking the bushes closest to him and jumping at every crack of a twig. Needless to say he jumps out of his skin when you call his name, trying to keep your voice down.

“All clear!” you tell him, with a smile. “And I ran into Jinyoung and Hobi as well. Hobi told us to avoid the third path. So we’ve got a 50/50 chance of guessing right!”

There’s a few dokkaebi down your chosen passage, but they’re really more mischievous than scary, so you get to the second checkpoint relatively unscathed and only the third pair to arrive. You collect drinks for the both of you, shoot the others an apologetic look and ask Bambam if he needs to talk about what happened earlier. He shrugs and says he’s fine, but wilts under your skeptical gaze. 

"Can we just leave it for now?" he murmurs. You hesitate, then nod reluctantly, aware it's not exactly an ideal confessional scenario.

You’re chatting happily to him when you feel arms wrap around you from behind but you don’t flinch when you feel lips on your neck, because you can smell Jeongguk’s cologne. Speaking of non-ideal scenarios.

"Can I cut in?" he teases.

"I mean it was you who stole Bam's dance partner in the first place," you tease back, cuddling into him. 

"Not true. He ran away with me," he shoots back, nuzzling into your neck again. Bambam rolls his eyes and snorts in amusement but you see a flash of pain cross his face, making you wish you'd pressed him a little harder to confide in you. As it is, he just gives you and Kook a brief farewell wave and wanders over to Jinyoung, who has only recently arrived with Hobi.

"Phase two ends." Yoongi's voice rings out over the loudspeaker. "Please choose your final partner and proceed to the finish line where we will reconvene."

Jungkook doesn't need telling twice. Grabbing your right hand with his left, he practically drags you into the maze entrance, apparently raring to face whatever spectres the staff are masquerading as this time. You’re trotting to keep up with him, so you’re a little surprised when he instead guides you into a secluded covert, shoos away the menacing gwisin guarding the area and starts kissing you heatedly. You’re too taken aback to respond to his kisses at first, and he notices.

“Come on, jagi,” he cajoles you. “They’re all busy. And scared."

“Mmm...stop it Kookie,” you breathe, as his hands edge greedily up your dress from where they’re resting on your hips. “Yoongi’s watching the cameras. He’ll catch usOH! Oh my God,” you break off as he dips his head and buries his warm lips in your slightly-chilled-from-the-cool- evening-air decolletage. Your hands move automatically to cradle his head and tangle themselves in his dishevelled locks.

"The game Kookie," you protest weakly. "Can't we at least try to win?" His lips hum on your chest as his hands pull at the front of your dress where it sits tightly but precariously across the top of your breasts.

"Who says we won't win?" he murmurs, hands now kneading your breasts impatiently as he realizes he won’t get in that way. He trails his tongue lazily over the curve of your cleavage before attacking your neck again.

"Haven't you heard of the tortoise and the hare?" you try, attempting to force his head away from your chest. This makes him pause. He looks up at you, eyes wide and head cocked to the side, cute.

"Isn't a hare a type of bunny?" he checks. You allow that it is. "But the bunny in the story gets too cocky. That's the whole point," you tell him. "So maybe you should...stop?" He raises his eyebrows, deliberately letting a smirk overtake his lips.

"Make me," he purrs, kissing you messily as his hands drop to your waist and he paws at the skirt of your dress instead, pushing the material out of his way. Sighing in defeat you employ your fingers in unclasping his belt, returning his kisses with increasing passion.

"Mmmph...oh ssib...jebal, noona~ Na nomu heungbunhaesseo! [Fff...please noona - I’m too turned on]" he moans softly as you palm his erection over his pants. But when you slip your fingers inside his waistband to stroke the tip of his cock, feverishly deepening your kiss, he panics, pulling back hurriedly and gasping his objection: “Mph-mm…jaji kkeut manjijima - ssallyeogo geurae! [Don’t touch my cock. I’m going to cum]”

“Wow, already?!” you tease him. “You’d honestly think I’d been starving you!” You do as he asks though, instead raising your hands back up to gently brush his bangs away from his face. He recovers himself after a moment, sliding his hand up your thigh and hooking his fingers into the leg-opening of your knickers as his tongue curls slyly around your earlobe.

“Na neo boji meogeo shipeo, [I want to eat your pussy]” he growls into your ear, making you blush hotly. You gasp as you feel his fingers edge past the lacy barrier towards their goal.

“Hajima, Jeongguk,” you beg faintly, yelping as he starts to fingerbang you under cover of your entwined bodies and the slit skirt of your dress.

"Just a reminder boys and girls," comes Yoongi's voice floating disembodied over the garden. "The only x-rated content I agreed to witness tonight was the supernatural variety!" Jungkook lets out an aggrieved, needy groan, swears under his breath and tears himself away from you reluctantly, trying to avoid eye contact as he refastens his belt. You resist the urge to give him any 'told you so' vibes, readjust your costume, then take his warm hand in yours and lead him back into the maze.

“Aish-shibal, I’m still really hard. This is so fucking uncomfortable,” bitches your gorgeous boy, thoroughly frustrated as he follows you obediently through the twists and turns, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth. You try not to laugh at him, whilst jumping and squealing at the ghostly scares, until you inevitably tap into his protective instincts and he recovers himself to heroically guide you through a couple of creepy setpieces and a pretty garden hung with silver lanterns but haunted by more eerie gwisin, these ones with hollowed-out eyes.

It’s not long after this that you nudge Jeongguk to point out the final checkpoint flag. But instead of the sassy response you’re expecting from him at the potential of winning the game, he instead freezes, pulling you away from the next passage. You turn to ask him what’s happened but he shakes his head, mute, pulling you close to him and shielding your face against his chest.

“Dalgyal gwisin,” he murmurs into your hair.

“There wouldn’t be…” you protest. “Nobody would risk one of us panicking.”

“I know…” he whispers. “I don’t think it’s staff.”

“You mean…?” you hesitate. “You didn’t see it...properly....did you? Babie?” Your voice cracks in fear and distress.

“I don’t think so...I mean...I’m still here aren’t I?” he reassures you, finally raising your head to press his warm lips against yours.

“Saranghae,” you move your lips against his.

“Love you too,” he smiles down at you, his eyes sparkling. “C’mon, let’s go quick quick!”

“Shouldn’t we warn the others?” you squeak, still shaking from the fright of what he almost saw in the darkness. He shakes his head ruefully.

“I mean for one thing, how would we, while the game is on? They’ll just assume we’re trying to haze them. And anyway, I haven’t heard anyone else come this way,” he points out. “Besides if they had…” he leaves the thought unfinished, making you shudder, even though it’s no longer cold. Jeongguk stops as you round the corner together, making you scream as you bump into him. He laughs gently, so at least you know you’re back in the realm of the manufactured ghosts this time. You peek your head around him to check out what you’re up against this time. Ah...Cheonyeo gwisin...somebody has a romantic streak combined with a mischievous streak then. You close your eyes in exasperation.

“Yugyeom? Or did you happen to give him some ideas?” you goad your boyfriend. He raises one of his eyebrows - a trick he knows drives you wild in both senses of the word and digs his tongue into his cheek. You sigh, attempting to look disapproving as you swallow a laugh. “So let me guess…” you try, as he continues to watch you with a cheeky smile playing about his lips. “Somebody male has to offer this gwisin one of those roses from the silver garden?” He shrugs, raises both his eyebrows this time, avoids eye contact and fiddles with one of your costume tails. You pull the tail out of his grasp and give him a look. 

“Off you go then. Hussy…” you tease him. He opens his mouth to object but then realises the futility of trying to convince you he had nothing to do with this and slinks back to grab a rose. He returns with two beautiful red ones, one of which he places behind his back, before tickling your nose with the other. You accept it with an arch smile.

“Anyway, as if I didn’t catch you flirting with Bambam earlier,” he provokes you. You sigh.

“I really wasn’t - he was upset about something he saw back there. And as if I’d do anything when I have you. Besides, you clearly came up with this stunt way before that particular incident,” you point out. “So, what if I did?” he admits, winking at you, then trots over to the very pretty staff member floating by the checkpoint entrance to present her with his second rose. She shoots a guilty look at you, but you smile at her and shake your head, letting her know it’s fine. He flirts with her a little, pushing his luck, but she just grabs the proffered rose from his hand, slaps his wrist gently and then waits for you to join them. 

When you get over there, he lowers his lashes and looks up at you through them, gives you one of his cute bunny smiles, then takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. The staff gwisin taps your shoulder, after ushering him through to the enclosed final garden and you turn back to her, your hand still in Jeongguk’s tattooed one.

“Mianhaeyo,” she murmurs to you, her head lowered. “You know, we can all see that he’s grown up so handsome, but it doesn’t matter how many people think that because the thing is - the way he looks at you...well...you can tell he’s very much in love. You’re so lucky, onnie!” You bow your head and whisper an acknowledgment, blushing yourself, before following him into the garden. You note that you and Jeongguk have arrived somewhere in the middle but you notice Jaebeom and Jinyoung are already chatting with Yoongi so fingers crossed they got here before Namjoon and Cass who are helping themselves to drinks. 

Jeongguk, who unsurprisingly seems way more tired than you are, quickly finds a seat and pulls you into his lap where you’re happy to cuddle with him until the others arrive exhibiting varying signals of glee or relief. You’re slightly amused when your honey makes no attempt to stifle a yawn, prompting a newly-arrived Jimin to insert a finger peremptorily into the ensuing void. Jeongguk doesn’t miss a beat, immediately clamping his teeth together and ensnaring Jimin’s finger with a wicked little smile. JK laughs without releasing the trapped digit as Jimin’s expression turns swiftly to mild alarm. 

“JK! Hajima!” Jimin begs, trying to pull his finger loose and looking to you for assistance. Snorting with amusement, you ignore them both and hop up to talk to Yoongi about the results. He won’t be drawn, however, instead insisting you all be seated (“in separate chairs” he warns you and Kook as well as Cass and Mark who are also looking cozy) for his commentary. You all do as you’re asked and await the point-breakdown. He lists the ghosts, the tasks, and how many points each team won for speed and accuracy, but there is, disturbingly, no mention of the dalgyal gwisin of which Jeongguk caught a glimpse, nor of the mul gwisin that frightened Bam. Yet when you recall that you didn’t actually see either of the purported ghouls, you have to wonder if those boys were just trying to mess with you. Then again, their responses didn’t seem staged.

Yoongi also sardonically needles you that he should knock points off for ‘not being on task’, glaring pointedly at Jeongguk, who just shrugs where he’s sprawled back in his chair, giving Yoongi a defiantly amused look, then winks and scrunches his lips. Yugyeom, however, yells in protest and pelts his friend with some of the hard candies he’s gathered for a treat.

“Ya - penalty!” he demands.

“Ma! We’re on the same team! Anyway, you don’t even know what happened so how do you know it was me that was off-task?” Jeongguk objects, firing up. “It could have been you!”

“He looked at you when he said it,” Yugyeom points out, giggling nervously. “What did you do?” he continues, obviously curious. Jeongguk just smirks and returns his attention to Yoongi, who snorts and announces that Namjoon’s team have won to a chorus of loud cheers and equally loud objections.

“What did he do?” Yugyeom prompts you, once the snack-prizes are dispensed and you’re all headed back up to the hanok for cake.

“What? Who?” you ask, still looking around nervously for the dalgyal gwisin which, unlike the mul gwisin, could be anywhere. Yugyeom assumes you’re just being coy and nudges you with his elbow.

“JK! What did he do to make Yoongi want to knock off some of our points?”

“Oh right,” you laugh briefly. “Just the usual,” you tell him.

“You had sex in there? How did you squeeze that in?!” he demands incredulously.

“What? No! I mean...not for lack of trying on his part,” you admit. “But no, we just...made out a bit. Then Yoongi yelled at us and we stopped.”

“Ew what? But he was sick before,” he objects, wrinkling his nose in disgust. You roll your eyes and laugh again.

“That was ages ago. Besides, he cleaned his teeth and all that before he even came back downstairs,” you defend yourself. “Yugyeom...Did you see anything...weird...when we were in the maze?” You change the subject, hurriedly. He looks a little taken aback, but he seems to pick up on the seriousness of your question from your urgent tone.

“N...no? Weird how?” he checks.

“Erm...never mind,” you mumble, worried you’ll sound crazy, especially not having seen anything yourself. Even if you believe the boys’ responses were genuine, you can imagine what Yugyeom will think if you tell him.

“Ani, tell me, noona!” he insists, shaking your arm to encourage you.

“Hitting on my girl, ‘Gyeom?” comes Jeongguk’s teasing voice behind you as you feel his athletic, dancer’s arms wrap tightly around your waist again.

“Pabo,” Yugyeom snorts, rolling his eyes. “She was asking me if I saw anything weird in the maze, but now she won’t explain.”

“Oh yeah. I thought I saw a dalgyal gwisin in there,” Jeongguk explains matter-of-factly, hands rubbing your waist comfortingly before straying down onto your hips. You make a strangled noise. Yugyeom looks sceptical.

“Are you just messing with her?” he asks disapprovingly. Jeongguk shakes his head, eyes innocently-wide.

“Not at all. I thought it was part of the game at first. I mean I didn’t see it properly. Obviously,” he clarifies. But I got a glimpse and realized it had...you know…” he gestures at his own face with one hand.

“No face,” Yugyeom finishes for him. He shudders and swears softly.

“And the mul gwisin,” you squeak. Jeongguk looks at you, surprised.

“You didn’t tell me…” he starts.

“BamBam saw it down by the lake,” you clarify. “I was gonna tell you, but it...slipped my mind,” you mumble. Yugyeom snorts, reading between the lines.

“See, if you listen to your girlfriend occasionally, instead of just trying to get in her pants all the time,” he begins lecturing his friend.

“Then she won’t eat my heart to become fully human, right?” JK jokes, pulling one of your costume tails playfully. 

“I still might. You should watch out for yourself, Jeongguk-ah,” you tease him, pouting for a kiss, which he delivers, complete with an insistent tug of his teeth on your bottom lip. Yugyeom makes a gagging noise, making you laugh and stop kissing Jeongguk. “We need to find Yugyeom a girl,” you joke. “He keeps objecting to PDAs but I think he secretly enjoys them.”

“Hey, gojinmajima, noona~!” the taller boy whines.

“Nah, you’re right, noona: he loves it, he’s just jealous,” comes BamBam’s voice from behind you, sounding much more cheerful and relaxed than he did earlier. “It’s okay ‘Gyeom, I’d date you,” he teases. “Cos you’re so trusting that I could cheat on you and you wouldn’t even notice.” Yugyeom sulks good-naturedly, but apparently the addendum is lost on him.

“See? I can date Bam,” he tells you and Jeongguk. BamBam looks at him incredulously.

“I literally just admitted that I’d cheat on you,” he clarifies. Yugyeom looks nonplussed, so BamBam shrugs, amused. “Okay, so I guess we’re married now. Do you want a boy or a girl?’ he asks indulgently.

“But you don’t want kids,” Yugyeom points out, puzzled.

“And that’s what got your attention?” BamBam giggles, shaking his head bemusedly.

The chimes of midnight have rung by the time you all pile into the eerily-deserted hanok.

“Hey, who turned out the lights?!” complains Jackson, provoking a fearful whimper from Hobi in response.

“Nobody,” you murmur, not a little spooked yourself. Namjoon finds his way to the overhead lights and flicks them on.

“Oh come on! Where’s the atmosphere now?” jokes Mark, making Cass giggle nervously. “Put the lanterns back on and we can tell ghost stories while we drink,” he suggests. Joon shrugs and sets out to light the lanterns as you all settle yourselves in a loose circle on the floor, after helping yourselves to the various drinks left over from earlier.

“Hey, wait. Cake?” you remember.

“Cakes plural,” Jin corrects you.

“Oh wow, really?” you ask him, surprised.

“Yep. Chocolate for the normal people and mint chocolate for the heathens,” he explains.

“Are you calling the birthday girl a heathen?” you challenge him, with a grin. Jin smiles back and nods, unrepentant.

“Yet I still wasted some of the chocolate batter on mint just for you and your heathen namchin,” he tells you, causing Jeongguk to look over at him, curious.

“I mean I’ll have mint-chocolate,” Hobi affirms. Jaebeom and BamBam indicate that they too are happy to indulge, earning looks of disgust from Cassandra and a just-returned Namjoon. Jin wanders over to collect the cakes, and returns to set the (presumably mint-flavoured) candle-and-sparkler-festooned one in front of you. He then hands Jeongguk a box of matches and sets the other cake, already-sliced next to the birthday cake.

“Are you sure that’s…”Joon questions Jin, with a glance in Jeongguk’s direction.

“Mwo? An chwihaesseo~! [I’m not drunk!]” Jeongguk yells at those of you watching him nervously.

“We know babe," you humour him. "But jebal...josimhaseyo… [Please...be careful]” you plead, wavering between amusement and concern for his well-being as he burns his finger on a lit match, letting out first a yelp and then a loud hiss, as he shakes his hand to mitigate the sting. He perseveres though and soon the cake is a riot of crackling sparklers and brightly-glaring candle-flames, which you are encouraged to blow out and make a wish. You step over, feeling one of Jeongguk’s arms slip habitually around your waist as his other reaches for his newly-opened soju bottle.

“Wish for an orgasm,” he purrs into your ear, too low for anyone else to hear. He moves his head back and takes a swig of his drink. “I’ll make sure your wish comes true,” he assures you, in a more conversational tone.

“It won’t work if she tells you what she wishes for,” Yugyeom points out stubbornly. Jeongguk raises his eyebrows at his friend and shrugs with a mischievous little smile.

“I’ll guess,” he tells him. Moving away from Jeongguk’s embrace, but taking his hand in yours, you lean over and inhale. You muse over your wish in your mind, knowing full-well that it’s just a superstition, but unsure, as always, if you should wish what you really want ‘just in case’. When you feel Jeongguk’s fingers entwine themselves with yours again, followed by that cute little squeeze he gives you when he wants you to look at him, your mind is made up. Superstition or not, you turn to look into his eyes as you silently make your wish.

Wandering back into your bedroom once everyone has drifted off to bed or holed up on the couch for scary movies, you notice Jeongguk, his hair now pulled back into a high half-ponytail and wearing a black silk kimono-style dressing gown, looking over at the window, a look of concentration on his face. Hoping you’re not expecting another supernatural visitor, you turn to close the door and then focus your attention on your lovely boyfriend. He doesn’t look worried, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel any less nervous, as he’s infallibly brave about such things. He turns his head back to you and points at the window.

“There’s a spider here,” he informs you in Korean, waving his finger so that you’ll know where to look. Remembering his aversion to bugs, you understand why he hasn’t gone closer. He drops his finger as you move over to him to look as well. “It’s hanging here,” he tells you, his tone interested, but still respectful, and you notice he's careful to keep his distance. The spider jumps with its web trailing.

“Oh, it’s Spiderman,” Jeongguk narrates. “It’s falling. It’s dangling from its web.” He imitates the sound of Spiderman’s web-jets with his mouth and then sings “Spiderman, Spiderman” softly to himself, amused. “Oh! It suddenly stopped moving!” he updates you, as you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. He strokes your arms, but leans forward to blow at the hapless spider. “Wow, spiderwebs must be really light!” he observes, intrigued. Gesturing with his finger again, he shows you what’s happening: “It seems to be hanging on right here, like this. See? Right?” He turns to make sure you’re watching as he demonstrates. “It’s…You know?” He thinks, still watching the spider, and then changes tack: 

“Did you know spiders can fly?” he tells you. “When they’re moving.” He looks at you again, anxious to get his point across, and when you nod, showing him you understand his Korean, he returns to his explanation. “They climb up high. Ready about this much spider-web [he demonstrates with his fingers pinched together] and then fall.” He shows you, with his hands how the procedure works. “That allows them to glide.” Again he gestures to show you the spider movements, to which you nod, encouraging him. He leans further towards the spider, getting braver as he blows it a couple more times. He points at the skein of webbing. “They pull out this much spider-web out of that tiny body…" He blows again, making the spider glide as he described. Fascinated and gratified, he points out its trajectory to you. “They fly pretty well,” he tells you, sounding satisfied. You smile at him sleepily, enchanted by his enthusiasm. 

“I dreamed I was being chased by a spider,” he muses. “The spider kept spitting its web at me [he shows you with his hand] It was a ginormous spider. I was running away. I don’t know how I did it. [demonstrating with his hands again] but I kept knocking it away.” He looks mischievous, but proud of himself and you laugh softly. Just then, there is a soft knock at the door and you step away to open it and let Namjoon inside. 

“That’s right. What he’s saying is right,” Namjoon reads the room and decides to play along, encouraging his maknae. “I also had the same thought.” Jeongguk laughs, taken aback. 

“What?" he turns to Namjoon with a cute grin. 

“I’ve had that thought for a long time,” Joon continues, naturally. Jeongguk laughs nervously, unsure if he’s being teased, or is about to get in trouble. “I really…” he laughs.

“I’m proud,” Namjoon reassures him unnecessarily, patting the younger boy’s shoulder and making Jeongguk giggle. “Thanks, kid,” he tells him, looking at you. Jeongguk is thrown completely, but amused. “Hey, I…” he starts.

“I wanted to tell you that you’ve worked hard,” Namjoon tells him warmly, obviously meaning the words, even though he’s teasing with the situation. Jeongguk returns the friendly gesture, putting his hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

“I was talking about a spider appearing in my dreams,” he explains, laughing at his hyung's misinterpretation of the situation.

“I’m really proud of the spider,” Namjoon agrees, modifying his approach, without skipping a beat. Jeongguk is amused but confused, allowing Namjoon to come and join you both in observing the spider. “In order to conceive life, it must have worked so hard for a long time,” he adds, coming right up to the spider to look closely. Jeongguk stands safely back, but repeats what he was telling you: “I can’t believe this much web can come out of such a small body.” He gestures again at the long skein of spider web. Namjoon nods in agreement.

“No wonder they made Spiderman,” he comments.

“Look,” Jeongguk tells him, blowing at the spider again.

“Wow! So cruel, so cruel,” Namjoon teases him. Jeongguk looks troubled. “No, spiders use the wind to move around,” he defends his actions, turning his doe-eyes on Namjoon. “Should we give it something to eat?” he wonders, moving back over to the spider to converse with it. “I don’t think we have anything you could eat,” he tells the spider, apologetically. Another soft gust of his breath. “Look, it’s so cool,” he tells you and Namjoon, in awe. “This is…It eats its own web to get nutrients, and it then creates more web from that.” He points and then blows once more, his pretty pout sending the spider on one last swinging journey. “Ah!” Jeongguk is satisfied, and turns back to the two of you watching him. “Be happy, spider,” he finishes. Namjoon smiles indulgently and wishes you both goodnight. You thank him quietly, knowing he probably ducked in to make sure you guys were okay and that Jeongguk had sobered up enough to sleep safely.

“Bedtime, spider-man,” you tease your beloved boy, kissing him softly on the mouth. He smiles against your lips and deepens the kiss.

"Mmmm…" he sighs, contendedly, resting his head on your shoulder. "Ready for me to grant your birthday wish?"

"You don't know what it was…" you tease him. He just smiles and takes your hand to lead you to the bed. 

"As if you didn't wish for me," he purrs.

"Oh?" You pull back from him to fix him with a fake-stern look. "Don't I already have you then?" you ask. His eyes widen, caught out. 

"Y…ye…hey! Noona~~ Don't be silly! You know what I mean!" he pouts. "As if you didn't wish for me lying in your bed, begging you for it," he amends mischievously.

"Maybe I did.  Maybe I didn't," you provoke him. "But even if I didn't, I would still love that, jagiya," you reassure him, kissing him again as he undoes his robe and lets it fall to the floor, leaving him naked in front of you. You pull him under the covers with you, still in your costume. He loosens his hair from its band, closes his eyes and exhales softly, as you gently brush his hair away from his face, where it has fallen. 

"How do you want me?" he breathes, eyes still closed and lips parted just so. 

"Like the King you are," you tell him. "Take me. Make me know I'm your property."

He smirks, summoning his inner international playboy.

"Algeseoyo," he hums, bringing his lips close to your ear so you can feel the tickle of his warm breath. His hands stroke your sides as he starts to kitten-lick your neck, but it's not long before you feel the nip of his teeth and the suction from his lips as those licks turn into savage little love-bites. 

"Ow! Gentle, baby!" you beg. He responds by biting even harder, and it crosses your mind to wonder if he's angry or hurt about the BamBam thing or just taking his role-play a little too seriously. You tangle your hands in his hair and try to guide him away from your neck but he just bites your chest instead, marking you with his teeth until it stings and feels tender. 

"JayKay?" you whisper. "You're hurting me."

"Love hurts," he tells you, through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing your skin until you can feel the burn. Another stinging bite purple on your white flesh.

"You're mine. And only mine. Never forget it. Even for a second."

"I don't, my love. I never have. I never will!" you reassure him, shocked at the pain in his voice. And there you’d been thinking it was only you who felt jealous of him! You feel him relax against you, resist the temptation to cradle him as you sense he doesn't want to be babied right now, and let him bite you once more, marking you in his purple bruises.

When he's done, he runs his hands over your body, taking a measurement of his property, then pulls impatiently at your over-tight dress. Not being able to shift it, he leans across to the bedside table and pulls open the bottom drawer.  

You suppress a gasp when you see the moonlight glint off metal and realize what he's holding: a beautiful but lethally-sharp knife which he aims straight at your heart. 

Watching him, wide-eyed, you don't move a muscle as he brings the blade down to your waist, brushes your skirts aside and wiggles it under your waistline. 

"Jagiya?" you plead softly. He closes his eyes,  lets his breath out slowly…and cuts up through the material of your dress, slicing it into two jagged halves. Scared as you are, you lean up to kiss him softly on the lips and, as you do so, you feel a shiver run through him, before he lets out a sort of keening whine from the back of his throat and collapses on the bed next to you, his eyes rolled back into his head. You scream - you can’t help it, seeing him insensible like that. But then you feel the air tremble and catch a glimpse of something moving in the corner of your eye - where the door to the ensuite is located. Instinctively, you turn your head, just in time to see the ghostly figure of a young woman drift past the doorway, shoot you a hateful look and then glide through the far wall. 

Cheuksin. You’re guessing also not one of the staff. Closing your eyes to try and regain your composure, you stroke Jeongguk’s hair gently away from his face and kiss his forehead.

“Jagi?” you try, timidly. His eyes flutter properly closed and then open again and he smiles up at you innocently.

“Mm-hm?” he hums, with a sleepy, seductive smile followed by a cute yawn. “Mianhae, jagiya. I think I fell asleep,” he murmurs. His eyes drift to the destroyed bodice of your dress and you see the fire spark in them as he tries to work out who or what he needs to kill for attacking you.

“What…?” he starts, taking in the knife and trying to piece together what happened. “What happened? Who…?” You wave him off, starting to giggle nervously now that you realize what’s happening.

“Kookie? Did you happen to check the local legends for this place before we booked it?” you ask him, leaning in to give him an eskimo kiss. “Cos I think we may have overlooked the vengeful spirits and random possessions element.” Jeongguk gives you a slightly-scornful look. 

“C’mon jagi. You know I don’t believe in that stuff,” he scoffs. You nod indulgently but turn your head, deliberately letting your gaze fall on the knife he discarded. He looks a tad uneasy.

“Are you…I mean are you…okay?” he checks, clearing his throat.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. “I have you to protect me. Now how about you finish what you started?” you suggest, drawing him over to you by the hand and letting him slink his arm around your waist and sit you in his lap. He raises his eyebrows questioningly. “You were showing me whose property I was,” you remind him.

“I was?” he smirks.

“You were,” you reiterate, giving him permission. 

“And whose property are you?” he muses, teasing you. 

“The king’s,” you tell him, pressing your lips to his and teasing his mouth open with your tongue. He shifts you from his lap and lays you on the bed, stroking his hands up your sides so that his lovely fingers can deftly remove the remnants of your costume. 

“That’s right,” he agrees with a smirk, lowering his head to attach his lips to yours. This time his kisses are hot as fire and you feel your body ignite under his touch.

“Mmmm…” you sigh, tangling your hands in his hair as his kisses drop below your jawline. He shifts himself so that he’s resting between your legs and you feel the tingling race up and down your legs in anticipation of what’s yet to come. He shifts again, deliberately grazing your inner thighs with his toned outer thighs and rocking his hips hard against yours until your body is screaming for his. Sometimes you can forget that you’re dating a dancer when he’s goofing around or playing, but Jeongguk seems to go out of his way to make sure you never forget his assets nor his dancing prowess for very long. Another thrust, sloppier than the last one, but you get why when you feel his erection twitch against your skin. He bites his full bottom lip, trying to will himself back one level of horniness, but you kind of love that you’re having this effect on him, so you thrust your own hips up to meet his, making him gasp and then clench his teeth, his breath hissing through the gap.

“Hajima, jagi,” he reprimands you, voice trembling a little, though he tries to make his tone stern.

“Don’t what, baby boy?” you ask him faux-innocently, thrusting your hips against his again. He laughs, dropping the act.

“C’mon, babe,” he complains. “I still owe you one, remember?  At least give me a chance to repay my orgasm-debt.” You stick your tongue out to flick his, then pull him into another overheated kiss, making him moan into your mouth.

“Go on then,” you breathe, kissing him hard. “I’m not stopping you.” You can feel his fingers press your skin, leaving impressions that you just know from experience are now turning red against your pale skin. His hand goes around your neck, pressing firmly but not enough to choke you.

“I said…hajima!” he growls, a little tiger spicing your kitten now. You surrender, playing along, with your hands up like you’re under arrest.

“Mianhae…” you whisper. His eyes flash and you get another glimpse of his fiery temperament before he grabs your legs and drags them up so that your knees are on his shoulders and your ankles crossed behind his neck. You gasp again - it hurts a little - but in the good way, then he angles himself to thrust his erection deep up inside you.

“Oh, fuck! Oh JK…Ssibal! Oh jagiyaaa!” you plead, matching his hip thrusts with your own as he lowers your legs just enough to give you some control over your own body. He feels amazing and your entire body is fine-tuned from his teasing all day and into the night, but in the end it’s seeing the desire for you in his eyes that brings you undone. 

"Mmmm you feel so good, jagi," you moan, helpless under his spell.  

"How good?" he purrs. You’re taken aback. 

"I…" you hesitate, not sure what he wants to hear. You kiss him while you think, running your hands greedily over his naked body.

"Good enough that you want to marry me good?" he prompts, with a cute, blushing glance down into your eyes. 

"Ye-e-es?" you stammer, unsure where this conversation is actually heading. 

“Yes?” he prompts with a mischievous giggle. “You don’t sound sure.” His hands caress your hips as he starts to thrust into you again, his breath now coming in grunts and gasps. He waits until he feels you start to clench around him and he knows you’re about to finish before he lowers his lips to attach them to your throat and his moans translate themselves into “Marry me, noona,” breathed into your neck. He times it perfectly for his response to be you scream-gasping “Oh! Yes, Kookie! Fuck yeah! Oh God!” 

“Oh really? Good,” he teases, nuzzling your neck before he speeds up his thrusts again to try and finish himself off, now that he’s dispatched his promise.

“Honestly, Jagiya,” you push him away gently, trying to catch your breath as your body is racked with post-orgasmic waves. “I would have said yes anyway, you little idiot,” you laugh. He ignores you, completely distracted by his still-quivering erection. “Here, let me take care of that for you,” you tell him, climbing under him and lowering your head to lap at his cock. “You did too good of a job down there, I don’t think I can take it.” He shifts, with that little grunt that lets you know how pleased he is with his own performance, and you hollow out your cheeks to give him the deluxe treatment. You reach up to put his hands behind your head, indicating that you want him to control you, and he tangles his fingers in your hair, increasing the pressure to guide your rhythm to the speed he needs. It doesn’t take much longer until you taste him on your tongue as he hits his own orgasm.

“Unf…I knew what I was doing,” he claims, flinging himself down on his back next to you with a little sigh of content. “This way nobody will ever get to hear the proposal story cos it’s just too inappropriate.” He laughs, clapping his hands in delight at his own cleverness in creating the ultimate in-joke as the realization dawns on you and you shut your eyes, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous situation he has just put you in.

“Mmm…C’mere,” he mumbles, utterly spent now that he’s finished his little performance. Little does he know he just granted both of your wishes - the one you made in secret as well as the one he decided for you, and it’s hard not to cry with happiness as you nuzzle into him, perfectly content even with all the unquiet spirits that seem to be hemming you all in at this perhaps ill-chosen hanok. His fingers lazily play with your hair, as he kicks one leg over you and cuddles in close, already halfway to dreamland in your arms.

You wake up still tangled together. His sleep-heavy limbs are pinioning you to the bed, but you don’t ever want to leave his embrace, so you’re careful not to dislodge him as you reach for your phone to check the time. It’s late. After eleven. Just as well none of you had to be anywhere today, but it does dawn on you that it’s eerily quiet and you push away the feelings of uneasiness, reasoning to yourself that everyone is probably just asleep and or hungover. You sense JK come to, and nuzzle into your naked shoulder with a little yawn, pushing his hair back with the heel of his hand. “All the nights we were tangled up in your bed…” he sings softly, kissing your shoulder and cuddling you close. He still can’t quite pronounce ‘tangled’ without an effort, you note, smiling at his prettily-accented English. But he knows you love that line and more so when he sings it. 

You drag yourselves out of bed, pull on the beautiful dressing robes you both splashed out on earlier in the weekend, and shuffle out to the main room together to be greeted with the sight of the others all packed and ready to go, looking not a little spooked.

“You really could stop moaning, you two,” Namjoon sighs when he catches sight of you and Jeongguk. “I mean…all night? Really? Where do you find the stamina?” You look at him, genuinely confused.

“No, we slept the whole morning. Like we just woke up now,” you correct him, bemused.

“Then what…?” he trails off, looking from you to a yawning Jeongguk. But then you both hear it as well. A low, desperate moaning, coming from what seems to be the walls of the hanok. Jeongguk’s eyes widen and you all turn towards the source of the sound.

“That’s…just in case it’s not super-clear right now…that’s not us…” you whisper, hoarsely.

“So. Guess we’re all leaving like…immediately?” Jaebeom suggests, trying to keep his tone casual. The words are barely out of his mouth before you’re all making a mad dash for the cars, grabbing your belongings as you go.

Climbing into the passenger seat of Jeongguk’s brand new Mercedes, you give him a look. He just smiles at you impishly and drops his hand onto your leg to give your thigh a squeeze.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he tells you. “They may have mentioned something about this place being haunted when I booked it. But you did say you wanted a proper Halloween Hanok.” Laughing in exasperation, you lean across to kiss him, before he guns the engine out of there.

THE END

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R Town | Ch.19

Jungkook x FemOc

3.3k

POV: M

Warnings: Vaginal sex, Forced sex, Rape/Non-con, Emotional abuse, Domestic violence, Threatens murder, Confessions.

Index | CH20

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"You filthy! ... Fucking! ... Whore!" Felix spaces out each of his words as he thrusts into me.

Felix's presence hurts me emotionally, but the things he does to my body hurt my soul. But there's nothing that hurts me more, physically and emotionally, than when Felix decides to use my body, but when he's jealous.

The thing is, Felix doesn't even know who he's jealous about! He's just been hearing around that I've been going out late at night, and that's enough of an excuse for him to fuck me until I can't walk.

The tears stain my cheeks as Felix continues to strangle me and fuck me at the same time. I'm clawing at his hand to let me go, but he just fucks into me harder.

"You really think you could get away with it, huh? You fucking someone else. Your mine, and mine only!"

With one more squeeze of my neck that has me close to blacking out and a violent thrust into me, Felix spills his toxic seed inside of me.

He's breathing heavily, and I'm not only exhausted but completely defeated at this point. It's been three hours since Felix dragged me out of our club and brought me here to our shared bedroom to fuck me into submission. The bruises from last time just started to fade too.

Felix pulls out of me and then pushes my face away from him as he rolls over onto the other side of the bed. I guess he's finally done with calling me a whore on repeat and using my body like one.

I feel more tears fall, but I don't make a single noise. Not wanting Felix to even recognize my presence.

The thing is, I haven't been sleeping with other people besides Felix. Not that I've been wanting to sleep with him at all. HIM, on the other hand, he's been cheating on me with the girls and guys at his clubs since we first got married. But I could give a shit less about it. Why would I give a shit if someone I hate fucks around? The only thing I worry about in this is the girls in that situation.

But still, I told Felix a week ago that I haven't been sleeping around and that the people telling him I have been are delusional. I thought he left it alone after that conversation at the club, but I guess not. I just don't understand why he decided to take it out on me now.

"You really thought you could get away with it. You stupid whore."

I clench my eyes shut and feel rage bloom within me. My energy and spunk finally coming back. I think more than anything, I hate the word whore, especially coming from him. It's degrading and is only ever directed to women in a negative light. It's only ever directed to me from Felix in a negative light.

I sit right up and yell without a care about the repercussions, "I'm not a fucking whore, Felix! I haven't slept with anyone, and if anything your the fucking whore!"

Felix's eyebrows shoot up. "Excuse a fucken me? I'm a fucking saint compared to you!"

I laugh. I actually laugh at him because that's a load of crap. I get out of bed, somehow not sore, and find the closes pair of clothing to put on myself. A flowy dress is all I can grab at the moment, but hopefully, Felix doesn't think I'm putting it on to look good for him.

"Yeah, maybe a saint to a coven for Satan! I know you fuck around with all the girls and guys at the club, Felix. Do you think I'm stupid!"

Felix looks nervous for a second, but it quickly turns into a smirk, making me roll my eyes. "But you know they mean nothing to me, baby. I use condoms and none of them have ever been as tight as you."

I blanch at Felix's version of a compliment. "Your disgusting."

I begin to walk to the bedroom door, wanting to get as far away from Felix as possible, but he somehow beats me to the door. Stopping me from exiting the bedroom.

"Not so fast, my dear wife." I begin to cower at his words. His voice is deeper than usual, and he only talks that way when instead of fucking me into submission, he's going to beat me into submission. I back up as Felix steps forward. "Your not going anywhere tonight."

I back up until my back hits a wall, and Felix cages me between the wall and him. He slams his fist above my head, and I jump in response. "So, you can tell your precious Jungkook goodbye."

My eyes widen. I don't know why I'm not surprised, though. His "friends" did tell him I was sneaking around town at night, but I guess I was too distracted with being with Jungkook to think Felix would ever find out about him. There's no way he knows exactly what went down a week ago with Jungkook and me, but I also haven't let the opportunity happen again since that day. Me to afraid of what Jungkook will say the next time I see him.

Felix nods his head and uses my reaction as proof enough of his stupid way of thinking. "That's right. You really thought I wouldn't find out you've been sleeping with some nerd? God, you are so stupid. I found out about your's and his relationship before we even got into this town. You really thought I wouldn't realize we opened a business in my wife's hometown?"

I am stupid. For not realizing Felix would put two and two together about this town and me, on top of the fact that my childhood best friend lives here still and is a guy. I feel so flabbergasted all I can say is, "I-I haven't been sleeping with him."

Felix gives me a look that shows he doesn't believe me. "Sure, you haven't. And I haven't been sleeping with the girls at the club." He fake laughs and then says words that turn my blood to ice, "Stay away from the gamer geek, M. If you don't, not only will you have to deal with me, but your brother too. This is your only warning."

Then Felix walks away. I watch him walk out the door, and I don't move from my spot until I hear his car drive away. Then I fall to the ground and cry. I cry because now not only is my life in danger, but Jimin's life too. I know Jimin has some form of protection, though. Seeing Taehyung run after him a week ago was proof enough that Jimin was talking about him when he was crying to me drunk.

But I also cry because now I really can never see Jungkook again. I know I've been ignoring him, but truthfully my feelings have been only growing fonder for him since then. He's the complete opposite of Felix. He's sweet and kind, and our history together is just a bonus. Jungkook is the type of guy I used to dream of being with when I was younger. Not to mention how he made me feel a week ago. I've never felt such passion from a person before. I only ever slept with Felix, so I never knew what it was like to be touched with such care and devotion as Jungkoom did. It felt so nice, and it had me craving more.

"Fuck!" I scream into the empty mansion.

I miss Jungkook. Even when Felix threatened my life, I miss the man he tells me to stay away from. All I want to do is be with him now. Jungkook seems like the type of guy to see a girl like me and just want to hold her. I want to be held in that special way I've only heard about from girls with their boyfriends. I want to be held like being in that person's arms means protection. Like nothing can hurt you as long as you are with that person.

I felt that way about Jungkook that night. I feel that way about Jungkook now. I know it's not right to assume Jungkook is okay with being that type of person to me. A person I can rely on to love me and want to protect me at all costs. It was years before I saw him when I left at the age of eight, but since coming here and being with him again, it feels like no time has passed.

I don't want time to pass anymore. I don't want to wallow on the ground every time Felix gets jealous and takes it out on me. Just for once in my terrible life, I want to feel loved and cared for. Is that really too much to ask? Is it too much to ask to feel safe with somebody? Anybody?

I feel safe with Jungkook. I feel wanted by Jungkook, and even though all we shared was one intimate moment, something about the way he touched me and handled me so gently has me thinking there's more to Jungkook's feelings for me than just friendship.

I know he thinks I'm attractive. The constant flirting and the shy blushes his face grows when I flirt with him back is proof of that enough, but now that I've kissed him... now that he's kissed me... I want him to have feelings for me. I want him to have this longing feeling in his heart as I have.

I want to be loved by him. I no longer want to be scared of my husband and be set that this is my life. I don't want to be fearful for my life and worry about other people's lives. I hate keeping secrets about how my marriage truly is and why I'm in it in the first place.

I know it's selfish. I know my feelings and the way I'm thinking right now could put myself and others in danger, but for once, I just don't want to care. I want to be truthful about myself, and even if it's just for a night, feel free. I want to be free to be myself. Jungkook has allowed me to do this... so I stand up.

I guess I'm turning into one of those people that do the opposite of what they are told.

I stand up off the floor and wipe my tears. With one last sniffle, I let it all go. I ignore Felix's threats and do something for myself. I don't worry about what will happen after the fact, and only about the present.

I shower, put the dress back on with a pair of panties, and walk out the door. Planning to go and see the only person I've ever felt truly safe with all my life.

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When I get to Jungkook's game store, I'm surprised to find him not inside. Since we reunited, he's always been in the store. That's where we would always hang out, after all. I was to worried Felix would find out and do something reckless if he saw Jungkook and I together, so we just always stayed in the game store, but tonight I'm not caring. If Jungkook wants to fly to fucking Canada tonight, I'll say yes.

Just for tonight, I don't want to worry about anything else. But I first have to find him. I even check his office, and he's not there. I stand there, in the middle of his game store, and try to think about where he could be right now. I know he's friends with this one guy, Suga, but for a reason, he didn't explain to me why he hasn't been talking to him lately, so I don't think he would be with him.

I think and think... then I snap my fingers in realization. Although I've never been there, I remember Jungkook told me he lives in the apartment above the game store. I walk to the back of the store and exit through the back door. Once I'm outside in the back of the store, I see the black metal stairs leading to a single door. It looks like a plain maintenance door, but as Jungkook explained to me before, he made that space a place for him to live so he didn't have to be away from his games for too long.

I actually crack a smile when I think about this information. Some girls would find it weird or even annoying that a guy is that obsessed with gaming, but there's never been a time where Jungkook's seemed to pick video games over me. I hope this fact adds proof to my thinking that he has feelings for me and I'm not just delusional.

I walk up the metal stairs, and before I knock on the door, I take a deep breath. Once I see Jungkook, I'm telling him everything, so knowing I'm about to spill every single one of my secrets is kinda nerve-racking.

How Felix and I's marriage came about, how he's been treating me, my feelings for Jungkook, everything! I want to be free tonight, and the only person I trust to be free with is him, so... I knock on the door.

No one answers at first, so I go to knock again, but then in the corner of my eye, I see a little camera above the door wiggle around. I look at it curiously, but I don't get to look at it long because then the door flies open, making me jump in my spot.

I see Jungkook for the first time in a week, and I actually start to blush when I see him. His hair is a mess like he just woke up from a nap, and he's shirtless. Wearing only a pair of plaid sleeping pants. I realize now he was probably sleeping, but what really catches my eye is the sleeve of tattoos. I know he has hand tattoos, which I complimented after I saw them for the first time, but this is the first time I've seen Jungkook's entire set of tattoos. Then there's the obvious part that's made me blush and some parts of me tingle... my childhood best friend has a six-pack.

I actually have to fucking swallow to keep myself from drooling over him. Before he hopefully notices, I look back up at his wide eyes.

"M! W-what are you- where have you been?"

It's obvious by his stutter that he was worried about me, and I feel bad about making him worry. It also doesn't help that I haven't seen him in a week, and I decide to come and see him again in the middle of the night at his home.

"I'm sorry I haven't been coming to see you, but - um..." I glance at the Lee club, suddenly realizing I'm right near where Felix is most likely at right now. "Can I come in, please?"

Jungkook's eyes widen again, him realizing he hasn't asked me to come in yet. "Oh! Yeah - Yes, of course!"

I giggle out my thanks because it's adorable how he gets all flustered. I walk into his home for the first time, and the first thing I notice is how big the space is. Right at the entrance is two big, fluffy, black couches, and because I can't help myself, I skim my fingers across the fake fur. There's a flat-screen tv across from the couches with, of course, a bunch of video game consoles hooked up to it. There's also a pretty decent size dining room area with just two chairs and a small table. That's right in front of his big, all-stainless steal kitchen. I'm not sure if Jungkook likes to cook, but by the looks of his kitchen, I can tell it's definitely used.

I then see two doors, and I swallow thickly when I realize one of those rooms is Jungkook's bedroom. I wonder if he's ever brought another girl into his house... into that room...

"I know it's not much, but it's good enough for me." I look back over to Jungkook and realize he put on a shirt. I secretly wished he didn't, but I'm not here to drool over him.

"What do you mean? Your place looks great!" I spread my arms out and spin to show my excitement about it, and I'm happy to see Jungkook smile because of it. His smile is so adorable with the way all his teeth show.

"Thanks, M. I don't think I've even had anyone else up here before, so that makes you special." I fold my lips over my teeth, trying not to smile with knowing this information and the compliment he gave me.

Suddenly, Jungkook looks worried again, probably just now remembering the last time we saw each other. "As much I love seeing you again, and I don't want to scare you away, but I can't just ignore what I saw last time I saw you."

My smile falls, but I nod my head because that's fair. Me running out his office after he saw my bruises wasn't fair on him, and truthfully I was just scared of him asking questions but tonight is different. I want to come clean... I just hope he accepts the truth about me.

Jungkook steps forward, and my eyes widen when he takes my face in his hand. "And I can't just ignore what happened between us either."

I feel my smile start to form with the remainder of us kissing the last time we saw each other. Jungkook bites his lip, equally happy about this reminder.

"I didn't expect you to ignore it. My life's just... complicated."

"Tell me how then!" I'm surprised by Jungkook's sudden rise in voice, but he quickly calms down. "I'm sorry, it's just... those bruises." Jungkook shakes in rage as he mentions the bruises. "Did your husband do that to you?"

I start to cry. Not full-on wailing and falling on the floor crying, but tears do fall from my eyes. Something about the way Jungkook is talking and looking at me. He must be thinking I'm sad, but I'm not. I'm not because he sounds like he wants to kill the man who did this to me. Like he doesn't want to let me out of his sight again because of the chance of Felix hurting me. I cry because he cares. He cares about me.

I can't form words, but I do nod my head. Confirming Jungkook's question. Which ends up forming even more questions from him.

"Fuck, M , I -... why are you with him? Why do you stay with him? Why don't you leave him and find someone that will actually love you?  Bruises like that are not love!"

"I know, Kookie. I know, but-"

"Do you? Fuck - like... I can treat you better then that." I knew it. Jungkook has feelings for me, but what I didn't know was...

"I love you, better then that."

Jungkook backs up, not expecting his own words to come out as or when they did.

"W-what?" I say, utterly shocked and not expecting this type of confession. Jungkook glances around, hoping I didn't hear his exact words, but he knows it's too late for him to backtrack.

Then he says, "Fuck it!" And admits, "Yeah, I love you, M! I have since we were kids. Let me love you better then him. Let me treat you better then that fucker ever has and ever fucking will!"

Jungkook holds my face in his hands again, and I see it in his eyes that everything he's saying is 100% true. And now I'm thinking...

How could this handsome, smart, kind, protective, beautiful soul of a man love a broken person like me?

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Hii everyone, I'm writing chapter 3 of "Will you hold me softly?" After so many months I make an appearance.

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TOXIC |3|

Pairing : certifiedwalkingredflag!! Taehyung & MC Genre : Riveting / Smut / Romance / Angsty Summary : Never imagined my university life to be such a mess, and never thought the reason would be him. Kim TaeHyung… The trouble I should have avoided, yet I just let him swallow me. Why did we go back to each other every time? We could not be together, we could not be apart. Why, love and hate were in disguise when they came to us? ALL CHAPTERS

Gasped in disbelief, I stared at Mi Sun's phone again.

“I… What?”

Mi Sun watched the reaction closely. When she saw me fuming with anger, Mi Sun was sure nothing happened between me and Taehyung.

“It's a lie, isn't it?”

After a sharp nod, I directed my eyes back at her.

“You think?”

She seemed distressed for a couple of seconds, then took a step toward me.

“People saw you two left the party together. That's why they posted this.”

Almost throwing my bag on the chair, I stormed out of the classroom to find Taehyung. I passed the hallway with quick steps and found myself on the other side of the building. I stopped one of the passersby. She stared at me awkwardly, so I felt the need to give a small smile.

“Sorry… Do you know where Taehyung is?”

She stared at me up to down and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Aren't you the girl from last night?”

Her tone was mocking, but I just ignored it. Finding him was my priority.

“Third classroom on the right.”

I simply thanked her and made my way to the classroom. Me literally busting into seniors' classroom was sure unexpected. Ignoring everyone staring or whistling at me, I scanned the room. TaeHyung sat by the last row, completely unaware of my presence. Head in front, he was on his phone and did not even look up until I knocked his desk.

“We need to talk…”

He lazily put his phone down and kept on chewing his gum with a dull expression.

“Go ahead.”

I squinted my eyes and grabbed his arm as I dragged Taehyung outside. I saw a few disgusted stares and heard a few chuckles. Some tall guy by the corner was mentioning a number.

“Twenty third, I guess”

He sure was from Taehyung's squad and seemed proud of him. When he saw me staring daggers at their side, he rubbed his arms as if he was cold. TaeHyung kept quiet and followed me until the door, then he stopped abruptly.

“What is it?”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I blew up. I shoved the phone to his face and asked the most basic and rightful question.

“Why did you do this?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me as if he had no idea.

“Did what rain girl?”

I urged him to take a look at the phone and the caption. When our eyes met again, he stared at me almost blankly.

“I did not do this. It seems you got lucky.”

He handed Mi Sun's phone back with the stupidest and biggest grin on his lips. Then he turned around to leave as if it was nothing. Reaching my limit, I tapped his shoulder twice.

“Wow… You really think your stick is a blessing or something?”

An arrogant smile spread across Taehyung's face and his tongue pocked his cheek.

“And you really want to know, don't you?”

It took every single nerve to control myself from not slapping him right then and there. My hands turned into a ball of fists. I knew myself well enough to realize I had to back off. Though I did not want to, so I went all out instead.

“That is another level of narcissistic. Listen here… I do not want to be associated with neither you nor your so-called magic wand, okay? So fix this mess.”

Shoving his hand in his pockets, TaeHyung stared down at me. Eyes dark, he spoke rather coldly with his deep voice.

“Talk about prejudicial…”

He took two steps and slightly bumped into my shoulder.

“You gave me your jacket then dropped me off. Now everyone at the party thinks we left together, so you could f*ck me good. That's exactly why you helped me. I am another score.”

Taehyung stopped and turned around to face me again. Shaking his head, he laughed nonchalantly.

“Rain girl… With or without you, my score is already high enough. And I helped you because I wanted to.”

A pleased smirk plastered on my heart shaped lips, I encouraged his remark.

“Fine, then you do not need me on your list, so tell whoever shared that picture to remove it.”

Head thrown back to rest on the wall, Taehyung frowned rather impatiently. Rolling his eyes, he took a step away from the wall, he rested his back.

“That actually is your problem and I do not care what people think, so you are on your own, rain girl. Think of it as the cost of my help.”

The way he emphasized 'help' stroke me. After a couple of silent seconds, annoyance got the best of me. I stepped in front of him and stomped my feet once. My finger directed at his chest, I looked into Taehyung's eyes directly.

“I may make myself clear… Either you fix this mess, or rumors that you went soft on me will be going around tomorrow.”

Taehyung directed his pitch black eyes at me. His body that lazily resting by the wall was on full alert. He took a step then hissed at me.

“No you can't.”

His deep voice was not even kind at all. Not caring a bit, I crossed my arms on my chest.

“Try me if you dare… Kim TaeHyung.”

With those last words, I ended the unpleasant conversation. Without sparing another look at his side, I hurried by the hallway.

Staring behind the tiny body move away from him, Taehyung had no expression on his face. Cho Yee walked closer to him slowly. Her arm resting on his shoulder, she gave Taehyung a foxy smirk.

“Who knew the Kim Taehyung would finally learn a lesson.”

Taehyung arched his eyebrows and raised his hand. Cho Yee knew he wanted a joint. She handed it right away with her manicured nails and long fingers. Taking it from her right away, Taehyung's deep voice filled the empty hall.

“She did not teach me sh*t.”

Cho Yee locked her eyes to Taehyung as she asked.

“What do you have in mind.”

Taehyung shrugged while he flipped the lighter.

“Nothing…yet”

He threw it back at Cho Yee and walked away with the joint between his heart shaped lips. On his way out, professor Godfrey was headed to class. Taehyung took the other hallway as he walked faster. Walking up to his secret hide out, he loved the fresh air welcoming him.

The rooftop was cooler so he zipped up his jacket while he thought about what happened within these couple of days. Maybe Cho Yee was right and rain girl needed a lesson.

When I finally arrived at our classroom again, the lecture already began and the professor was not happy that I interrupted her. I stepped in by the big door and apologized right away.

“I am sorry, Professor Bethany. I arrived earlier, but something urgent came up.”

The tall, middle-aged woman rolled her eyes at me.

“Just take your seat quickly.”

Became her only response, before she went back to her topic.

“So when we consider both basics and society, some words are inevitably upgraded or …”

Her flat tone faded in my head when Mi Sun whispered beside me.

“Check their insta.”

I grabbed my phone and searched the account with shaky hands. The post was finally gone. Closing my eyes, a sigh of relief left my lips. I texted Taehyung quickly.

Thanks.

Seeing the text, a mischievous smile spread across Taehyung's thick lips. The idea that bloomed in his head was sure to teach you not to mess with him ever again.Being overly kind would not be him at all so he replied rather casually.

You would not let me live. Can I talk to you? Meet me at the rooftop on the break.

I had no idea why he wanted such a thing. I also had no reason to accept. However, I ended up in front of the gray metal door again. Slowly stepped up from the stairs, I saw him by the corner. Standing there, one hand in pocket and lighter swinging on the other.

“I did not know you smoke.”

Taehyung shrugged.

“You literally know nothing about me, rain girl.”

Walking closer, I waited him to speak what was on his mind.

“Glamour Café… The music is our taste. I usually hang out there tonight. Would be nice to go with someone.”

I was undecided, hence that was something Taehyung expected.

“Come on!”

Taehyung spoke with a dangerously soft tune.

“Don't you think I deserve a chance?”

Giving up to his deceiving charms, I agreed to go. Seeing the necklace again, Taehyung felt a light guilt kicking in. Focusing on the harsh things he heard earlier, he washed it off.

It's on.

He texted to the group chat.

Not even aware of what was going on, I blurted out.

“It feels like you become someone else here.”

That remark caught Taehyung off guard. Had no idea how to react, he averted his gaze to the city view.

“I know I sounded a bit b*tchy earlier. I finally got a fresh start after everything. I did not want a rumor to ruin it all for me.”

Taehyung arched an eyebrow.

“Why do you care if people think you had s*x or not?”

The straight out question took me off guard and by my burning cheeks I could tell my face turned into a tomato. Unfortunately, that did not pass his attention. Eyes wide, Taehyung asked.

“Wait… You have never…”

His voice surrounded me like a haze. Embarrassed to my core, I did not want to admit it loudly. When his eyes were avoided at all cost, Taehyung knew it was the truth.

“Tonight is cancelled, rain girl.”

Dumbfounded that Taehyung called me off just because he learned I was a virgin, I stood there. Gaze still on his back as he was getting away. I gasped in disbelief.

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Part 1 ~ Reunion

♡ You're Seokjin's cousin who moved to Thailand for a few years. You decide to go back to your hometown and visit him after almost 5 years. Once there you see your best friend Jungkook again. He's grown now, more handsome and you're starting to feel attracted to him. Jin doesn't want you guys to hook up, but Jungkook thinks otherwise. Best to keep this a secret. ♡

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She’s a maneater: who’s taehyung ?

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[km-kindredspirits]

How my adventures with BTS began.

Some time in 2015, I saw the Dope MV. I actually ended the MV mid way through because the song was not my cup of tea. Even now, Dope is one of my least favorite BTS songs. Please note that I don’t dislike many of BTS songs. In fact, I like majority of BTS’ songs. This includes the solo projects, especially Mono by RM. I actually have a Moonchild tattoo on my wrist, because of his song. Dope just so happens to be my BTS introductory song. After Dope, I did not pay much attention to them; but still, I saw so many comments about BTS in YT videos unrelated to BTS. I looked them up and was super confused on why this KPOP group has so many names (BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Sonyeondan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts). Aside from Dope, this ended up being the second reason why I turned away from them. I did not think much of BTS... until June 2016.

Fast forward to June of 2016, I was watching the k variety show, “We Got Married.” One of the couples during that time consisted of comedian Jo Se-ho & kpop gg Fiestar's Cao Lu. While watching one of their episodes, I saw a bunch of comments under the videos talking about how ARMYs were gonna destroy him (I am paraphrasing here, but you know how ARMYs get when BTS are mistreated). I was super confused about why the Korean Army would care about Se Ho enough to do him harm. After reading too many comments, I realized that ARMYs were BTS’ fans. Of course, all the comments were related to the infamous burger incident. I then went to watch the clip of the burger incident and was appalled by the actions of Se Ho and some of the other cast members. On the flip side, this made me interested in Jungkook. I wanted to know more about him and what made him so beloved by so many fans. 

This lead me to look up BTS MVs. One of the first MVs that popped up was actually a violin cover of Save Me by Youtuber JuNCurryAhn. After watching the cover and loving it, I knew I needed to listen to the original song. I watched the Save Me MV and was blown away by the song AND the MV. At that time, I knew NOTHING about BTS and was actually unsure which member was Jungkook. I guessed correctly but had to do a lot of comparing his visual from Save Me to the variety clip haha. Because I loved Save Me, I looked up their other MVs and the next song I listened to was I NEED U. I also really liked that song, so I moved on the RUN. After RUN, I was sold and the rest is history. I never knew that KPOP songs can be this palatable, easy on the ears, and lovely! Since that fateful day, I have never looked back.  

I actually grew up on 1st generation KPOP (H.O.T.; Shinhwa; S.E.S.; Baby VOX; Finkl; etc...), so KPOP is not new to me. In fact, as a preteen, I would watch my sister practice KPOP choreographies. After 1st gen, I stopped listening to KPOP for a long while. I knew about Big Bang and DBSK but did not care about KPOP during that time. I liked Run Devil Run by SNSD, but that was the extent of my interest in KPOP. I consumed mostly American music, although I thoroughly enjoyed Asian dramas (Taiwanese, Thai, and Korean) and listened to lots of OSTs from my favorite dramas. I still love watching dramas including American shows. 

A little more about me, I have a bit of an addictive personality. Once I like something, I tend to devote a lot of my time to it. If I like a song, I listen to it until I am tired of it. I prefer to binge watch shows versus watching new episodes each week. For example, I LOVED Vic Zhou due to Boys Before Flowers and Mars dramas, so I would look up his pictures online. At that time, Youtube was new so there was no videos of him that I can watch. To this day, Mars is still one of my favorite dramas ever. Because of my tendencies, I knew that once I go down the rabbit hole of BTS, I was never coming back out.

After watching the three BTS MVs mentioned above, I spent the next two days looking up everything I can about this group. I literally pulled allnighters because I was so intrigued by them. Side note: I am a night owl (hence the tattoo Moonchild), so this was not something difficult to do. When I learned that they use Twitter, I decided to follow them on there as well. I originally created my Twitter account in June of 2012 (June seems to be a lucky month for me), but abandoned it until my BTS era. Since then, I have not stopped loving and following BTS. They are so special and precious to me. 

Summer of ‘16 was actually the summer before I started the Masters program, so finding BTS during that summer was both a blessing and a curse. I was frequently distracted in school; however, BTS also motivated me to get through the 2 year program, so that I can get a decent paying job and buy all the merch I want! That was my driving force to get through the program LOL. This is a joke, but also not a joke :’). I did end up graduating from the program and getting a decent paying job, so I am doing okay in the merch buying department haha. 

Fast forward now to present day, I have been an ARMY for 6.5 years. If I tell people that becoming a fan of BTS is one of the best decisions of my life, some may say that that is strange or ridiculous or stupid or whatever, but it is the simple truth. BTS are not only artists, they are mentors, friends, family, leaders, trailblazers, teachers, and champions. BTS impact lives in ways that I think even they cannot fully comprehend. BTS make the impossible possible for themselves, which shows their fans that they are the makers of their own destiny.  Like RM once said, ARMY is not pushing BTS from behind, but instead, are walking with them side by side as they climb the mountain. If I can say one thing to BTS, it would be this, “I recognize that the love and trust between us is delicate and rare. I treasure this gift with tenderness and care. Your vulnerability and sincerity are fully felt by us. I have loved the adventures that we have experienced together thus far, and am so excited for all that is yet to come. I will wait patiently for the day that I meet the seven of you together again. Forever, I thank you.”

P.S. I don’t know if anyone will read this post, but if you did, thank you. I hope to learn about your journey with BTS as well.

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