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↳ Index [Chapter 37 - Heilmittel]

• Heilmittel (German, cure)

Warnings: scary dark underground tunnels, violence in the form of stabbing, so many tears too

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: i don’t care what anyone says, writing OC acting like that is so much fun. we stan a slightly mad queen, she’s so hot for that hahahah

“Sweetest, you are back”, Taehyung greets you atop the marvel stairs, hurrying down in light steps, “you look well-rested. How were your days by the coast?” he asks.

Jimin is atop the stairs as well, appearing after having heard Taehyung call out for you. He is still in his painting clothes, cheek covered in the remnants of a light sky blue.

“Yeah, yeah they were good. Really good. I can’t stay for long, I have to test something out”, you dismiss him, slipping out of your coat quickly with his help.

Taehyung, who wanted to lean in for a sweet kiss, gets denied as you hurry past him with nothing but the cellar in mind.

“So…it didn’t help”, Taehyung says with utter heartbreak in his voice, dropping your coat on the ground as his body sinks into itself in defeat.

“Don’t run away! Taehyung asked you a question”, Jimin calls out, placing a protective arm over Taehyung’s shoulder. He even tries to make himself bigger by puffing out his chest.

“What?” you stop, looking over your shoulder, “oh no, they helped. I finally figured it out, Tae. I know what to do.”

“What?”

“I know what to do. I can save Yoongi”, you say and smile before turning away to hurry to the cellar.

The vampires follow you.

“How did you figure it out? Where are we going? What are you doing?” Taehyung asks.

“The cellar, I have to test it out before I actually do it”, you tell him, unlocking the door with the keys you keep in the dresser just next to the heavy door.

“So that is where you keep those keys. How is that possible? I looked into those drawers a dozen times before and they were always empty”, Taehyung mumbles.

“Protection spell. I hid them for everyone but me”, you explain, lighting the torches with a snap of your fingers. They flicker to life one by one until the entire staircase is lit, now guiding your eyes into the blinding darkness down below.

“Why would you hide them?”

“Because I couldn’t have you guys finding them and taking them away from me. I know you would have tried something like that.”

“I wouldn’t-“, Taehyung stops talking when you send him a look over your shoulder. Flustered, he fixes his gaze to the side, “-I would have had very good reason for doing it”, he gives in, “just like I still do. I told you to find relaxation by the coast and what did you do? You continued thinking about it.”

“Technically we didn’t go to the coast”, you explain, lighting the torches in the cellar as well. They flicker on one by one, guiding the way to the heavy iron gate at the end of the long corridor. Groaning of your captives greets your ears as you pass them. Like always you stop in your steps to cast your eyes on the wall behind which – and three more heavy doors – Namjoon is living out his eternal sentence. Like always you lower your eyes in pure hatred, but today, only today, you dare to add just a hint of glee in it. You found a cure. Namjoon lied. You didn’t lose everything. You fucking won.

“What do you mean by that?” Taehyung rips you back to reality by gripping your shoulder tightly to turn you to him. His worried eyes meet yours, “where else did you go?”

“Back to Meredith and then my grandmother’s house.”

“What?” Taehyung gasps, looking over his shoulder at Jungkook, “did, did you know about that?”

“It was my idea”, Jungkook says, “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t give up Yoongi either.”

“Well, neither do I! I want Yoongi’s return just as much as you do. But I trusted in you to keep her distracted. She needed some time away from all of this and you dragged her right into it again”, Taehyung’s voice is raised. He points his finger at Jungkook, “when you told me that you will take her because you can see how stressed I am, this was a lie wasn’t it? You didn’t want me to have some distance from her, you wanted to take her to Meredith. You, you deceived me.”

“I didn’t deceive you. I just…I wanted you to have some time away from all of this, I really did and then you had that idea for the trip and I knew that I could combine it with my own plans. My initial plans were to take ___ and leave one night without telling you guys.”

“Oh my god”, Taehyung stumbles back, “you are all a bunch of deceiving liars.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lie to you. I really didn’t”, Jungkook insists, stepping closer to take Taehyung’s hands but Jimin stops him with a firm hand on his chest.

“This is close enough”, he grumbles with a grim expression.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Seriously.”

Jungkook studies Jimin’s face and gives up with a sigh, “Tae baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I did and I’m sorry for that. I really am.”

“No. I’m too upset to forgive you right now”, Taehyung says, turning away from Jungkook and you, “I’m leaving. I can’t take another one of your lies.”

You stop him.

“My darling”, you say calmly, touching his chest. He is breathing heavily, letting you know just how upset over your betrayal he was, “I know you feel hurt and betrayed right now, but please stay with me for a little while longer. I promise you, it will all make sense soon.”

“No. I can’t bear to watch you fall further and further into madness.”

“Please trust me”, you insist, “I need you with me on this one, please.”

“As did I”, Taehyung wipes your hands off his chest on a swift and angry movement, “I needed you to go to the coast and relax and yet you didn’t.”

“I did. I relaxed, I promise you. I, I slept and ate and talked to my grandmother and I feel refreshed.”

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, “you told me that she died years ago.”

“Yes, but we saw her. I’m serious. We actually saw her.”

“More lies. How wonderful”, Taehyung exclaims, throwing his hands over his head in defeat, “now you’re thinking me a complete fool.”

“Tae, hey look at me”, you cup his face even if he flinches back at first, “I’m not lying to you. We saw her. We visited her in this weird world somewhere between my memories and the spirit realm and we spent two days at her home and once we woke up again, two days actually passed, but my body didn’t feel tired. It felt as if I truly took a vacation at her home.”

“I never even heard of this being possible.”

“Neither did I. But it happened and, and she finally gave me what I needed all this time. She gave me an answer, Tae.”

“I don’t believe you. You, you most definitely passed out again and, and hallucinated. You’re losing your mind to the research, please ___ just relax for once, please.”

“I will. After I freed Yoongi, I will finally relax. I promise you”, you say, “please trust me. One last time. Please.”

“I don’t know if I can”, Taehyung whispers with heartbreak in his voice and his shoulder sagging from all the weight of emotion dragging him down.

“Please? Just one more time.”

“And if it won’t work?”

“It will, trust me. It will work. This time around it will work.”

“And if it won’t?” Taehyung insists, furrowing his brows in desperate anger.

“Then….I don’t know”, you say, whispering your next words with trembling in your voice, “then you get the satisfaction of telling me that I have gone mad.”

“I wouldn’t find satisfaction in telling you that! Each word I speak about your madness pierces my heart with glowing blades”, Taehyung’s eyes fill with tears, “I’m dying slowly because of the pain, ___. Seeing you fail again would bring me no satisfaction.”

“I know”, you take Taehyung’s trembling hands, “trust me, I know and, and I don’t want to hurt you. I just…need you to come with me one last time, please.”

“Fine”, Taehyung gives up, hissing the word at you, “I will come with you, but I won’t find enjoyment in it. Know that much.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, guiding his knuckles to your lips to kiss them softly, “I don’t take your support for granted.”

Taehyung pulls his hands free and takes a step back, “just take me wherever you want to go”, he says coldly.

“Come. Follow me, I’ll lead the way”, you say and after grabbing a torch you turn to strut away in big steps.

Taehyung draws close to Jimin. You hear the latter ask him if he was okay to which Taehyung gives him no answer, but you figure that he either shook or nodded his head. You may know the answer already, feeling too guilty to dwell on it any longer. You really do feel for Taehyung and you understand where he is coming from, but you are so close to making everything right. You are so close to making your family whole again and to bring Yoongi back. You can’t fix the thing with Taehyung when the solution to fixing everything was so close.

Jungkook tries to hold Taehyung’s hand, but the latter merely pulls his hand away before that could happen. So Jungkook walks next to Taehyung with sagging shoulders and a big pout on his lips. He feels really fucking guilty too. He never wanted to hurt Taehyung.

You stop when you reach the iron gate, pulling out the big black key to unlock it.

“Are you out of your mind? You can’t go in there”, Taehyung gasps, reaching out to stop you but too late.

The gate opens with a loud squeak.

“It’s okay. I know my way around.”

“What? How?”

“I spent too many nights down here.”

“What?” even Jungkook sounds surprised at your confession.

Yes, you will go there. You will reveal your greatest secret to them. Perhaps you are acting irrationally and perhaps you are making a huge mistake, but you have never felt as much hope as you do right now. If anyone can solve your problem then it must be your grandmother. She must be right with what she told you. And because she was right, you feel confident in revealing your greatest secret to them. You won’t be needing it anymore after today. Because you will have Yoongi back.

“How is this possible? We told you to stay out of those tunnels. They are dangerous.”

“Oh I know, trust me”, you say and laugh breathily, “I met the danger, but they’re not here anymore.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means”, you look over your shoulder. Shadows swallow half of your face while the other side is illuminated by the fading shine of the torches way, way back. “it means that they’re not here anymore.”

“How can we understand that?” Jimin asks.

The three vampires take a small cautionary step back upon watching your lips curl into an almost menacing smile, “I made them safe”, you say and snicker darkly.

“Oh.”

You turn your face away from them again and continue your confident walk.

“Careful of that one though”, you say, pointing down a dark tunnel of nothingness, “there’s water in this one. It reaches up to my chin at the third step. I think that there’s a whole system down there which will never be entered by people again.”

The vampires look into the darkness. You were right. You may not be able to see it, but those steps lead into deep, cold water. It sends shivers of fear down their spines. Sometimes seeing what the darkness hides is scarier than the darkness in itself.

“Where are we going anyway?” Jungkook asks.

“The round room.”

“What?” Jungkook’s loud exclaim echoes throughout the entire system, bouncing off the walls and returning to your ears as loud and messy voices, “why would we go back there?”

“Because this is where it is.”

“Where what is? What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see. It’s not far anymore.”

“You’re seriously giving me the creeps”, Jimin murmurs.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just me”, you assure him with just enough mindlessness in your voice that it sounds dishonest.

“Yeah fucking exactly”, he whispers just quietly enough that you can’t hear him. He intertwines his fingers with Taehyung, holding his hand as tightly as possible.

“What were you doing in the round room?” Taehyung asks you, following you as you take a sharp turn into a side tunnel. The air smells like rotting flesh.

“Careful now, there’s some…” you let out a scoff, shaking your head, “just be careful with what you breathe in.”

“What did you do?”

“It’s not far anymore”, you ignore Jimin’s question, “oh, I’m so excited. You guys won’t even believe how excited I am. This is everything I fucking wanted for months. Fucking victory. Yes!”

Jimin actually yells in shock because of your loud exclaim, hiding behind Taehyung.

You whip around, grinning at them. The flames contort your face into a mask of madness.

“I’m fucking winning. Namjoon was wrong, I didn’t lose. He did”, you laugh loudly, pointing your finger into the direction of where Namjoon is captured far far away, “today is the day where he will finally see that he was wrong.”

“What, what do you mean?”

“Victory, my friends”, your lips curl into a crazed smile, “victory will be ours today.”

“O-okay?”

“What’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. You step closer, “what’s wrong?” you repeat your question, squinting your eyes as you study them. “Why are you all holding hands?”

“We uhm, we aren’t”, Jungkook stutters, releasing Taehyung’s hand which he previously almost crushed from holding it so tightly.

You furrow your brows, “don’t be scared, it’s just me. You know that”, you say and whip back around to continue your fast walk, “you guys should stop worrying about all this silly stuff when there is much more pressing matters to take care of. Come, it’s just down that tunnel.”

The vampires exchange a weary look with each other. They can still see you. Far in the distance, walking with not even an ounce of fear in your steps. The shadows swallow you more and more until it even smothers the shine of your torch. They blink in surprise. How are they unable to see you? What happened?

“Are you coming?!” you call out from the darkness.

“Coming!” Jungkook answers you and then drags Taehyung and Jimin with him.

You wait for them to join your side. The shine of the torch has returned, illuminating your features weakly.

“You guys can’t see shit, can you?” you ask them.

“No, we can’t.”

“Good.”

“What do you mean good?”

“We’re close.”

“Close to what?”

“Victory, good Jimin.”

“Can you talk like you’re normally talk? You’re being creepy.”

“I’m not creepy”, you say, shining the light into Jimin’s face, “what do you want me to tell you? Stupid fucking stories about myself? We don’t have time for that.”

“Why can’t we see in the darkness?”

“A curse, duh”, you say, leading the way again.

“A curse?”

“Yes. Stay close”, you tell them, taking a turn to the right, “it’s cast all over that stupid system. I think Namjoon’s stupid coven cast it to mask the entrance to the round room. It starts by those two statues we passed.”

“We passed statues?” Jungkook gasps.

“Yes. Two demons. Ugly bastards, if you ask me. I think they’re the beacons for the curse”, you say, “it ends right under the university by two statues of angels. It’s hilarious isn’t it?” you say and laugh, “the university is so close if only you know where to walk.”

“We’ve been walking for too long. You’re only imagining that it’s not taking long.”

“Perhaps. Now quiet and stay close. There are rats nearby.”

“We can handle a few rats.”

“You don’t wanna meet those rats. The curse made them different. Trust me”, you say.

“How do you know?”

“Who do you think cleared out most of those tunnels?” you hiss, sending him a dark look.

“Who are you?” Jimin asks.

“I am me”, you answer him and stop, “we’re here.”

“Fuck. I can smell the ammoniac”, Jungkook says, swallowing heavily.

Taehyung, who notices how he begins to shake, intertwines his fingers with Jungkook.

“It is going to be alright. We are right here with you”, he whispers.

A smile tugs at Jungkook’s lips. He squeezes Taehyung’s hand.

“Thank you”, he whispers and Taehyung simply leans in and kisses his cheek. No words need to be exchanged between them afterwards for both of them to know that the fight of before was forgiven and forgotten.

“Okay, it’s done”, you pull their attention back to you.

“What’s done?”

“I lifted the barrier spell. You should be able to enter now.”

“Barrier spell?”

“Yeah. To keep you guys out and them in.”

“Them?”

You open the door and step inside. The three vampires follow with a lump in their throat.

You snap your fingers to light the torches at once, revealing the round room and your captives chained to the wall. They hiss and groan at the sudden light, cowering away in fear upon laying eyes on you.

“What the actual fuck?” Jimin exclaims, “why the fuck do you have guys chained up here?”

“Not guys. Vampires”, you correct him.

“What?” Jimin’s voice is squeaky in shock.

You look over your shoulder. You are already by your captives, currently removing one of them from the wall chains.

“Superiors. Don’t worry, they’re not just any vampires.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you have vampires chained up in, in this awful room surrounded by demonic curses and a, a barrier spell”, Taehyung is the one to speak up.

“Research obviously”, you answer him, “follow me, don’t fucking fight me”, you hiss at the vampire you are currently dragging to the chair.

“Research?”

“I mean, I couldn’t have done it on you guys, could I?”

“Done what?!”

You slam the vampire down in the chair, holding him down with strong magic so you can chain his limbs tightly.

“What are you doing to him?” Jungkook asks you, feeling taken back to the time he was chained up in this awful room.

“I’m making sure that he doesn’t escape. Those chains are enchanted because unlike Namjoon, the moron, I don’t want my vampires to fight themselves free”, you explain, patting the vampire's shoulder, “there we go, now you can’t escape.”

“Guys please help me, she is fucking crazy. She killed Melanie and, and Rich and Eric and now she is going to kill me”, the vampire begs, looking over his shoulder at the others.

“Way to snitch on me. The fuck?” you gasp, stealing his voice with one swirl of your wrist.

The vampire opens and closes his mouth fruitlessly, looking at your friends with scared eyes.

“What did you do to him?”

“I stole his voice. He was ruining the conversation”, you explain nonchalantly as you grind up the wood.

“Is this true? Did you kill people?”

“Yes. They failed the research”, you explain, stepping closer to the vampire.

“What research? What are you talking about?”

“The search for a cure. How did you not figure that out?” you hiss, “isn’t it obvious yet? I’m trying to find a bloody cure.”

Their eyes flit to the bowl of ground wood in your hand.

“___ what are you going to do with this wood?” Jungkook asks.

“Force it into his lungs. Just like Namjoon did with Yoongi.”

“What? Are you insane? This is going to kill him”, Taehyung gasps.

“Only if the antidote fails, but it won’t. Not this time. I know it won’t”, you say and grab the vampire by its throat, “this is gonna sting for a little, I’m not sorry about that.”

Taehyung lets out a sound which was a mixture of a scoff and a gasp. You lift your eyes from the vampire, cocking your brow at Taehyung.

“What?” you ask him.

“Who are you?”

“I am me! How often do I have to tell you that?”

“No, no you aren’t you. I, I barely even recognise you.”

“Well, get used to it because this is who I am.”

“No”, Taehyung shakes his head, “no, this isn’t you.”

“It is!” you yell at him.

The room is dead silent instantly.

“This is who I am. This is me”, you dig your finger into your own chest, “all my life I spent feeling weird and different and like something was wrong with me, but not anymore. This?” you light your hand on fire with nothing but a thought. It was solely to make a point, “this is who I am. This is the fucking reason why I felt different and I won’t let you tell me that this isn’t me when I spent twenty five fucking years of my life searching for who I am.”

“Killing vampires for fun is not who you are”, Taehyung says. His voice is raised as well.

“I’m not doing this for fun. I’m doing this to save Yoongi. I find no enjoyment in this. Do you think I get off on failing over and over again? No. I want this to be over”, you hiss.

“Killing them is still not the answer.”

“I’m not even killing vampires. I’m killing monsters!” you throw back, grabbing the chained vampire by his hair to tug on it harshly and in the process, force his mouth to open, “they’re no different than those cursed rats outside or the demons lurking in those shadows. They’re monsters.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “no, they’re not. They’re like us.”

“They are nothing like you. They’re nothing but Namjoon’s ugly scum. You are my family.”

“We were once Namjoon’s scum too”, Taehyung says, “how are you so certain that they wanted this life for themselves?”

“I know what you are trying to do here. I know that you want me to see the better of myself. But this is the better version of me. I have never felt more like myself than I do right now.”

“No, it’s not. This is madness.”

“Do not speak to me of madness, Kim Taehyung, when I stumbled into this life because you and Jimin wanted a snack”, you growl, finally releasing the vampire's hair to instead, pull out the dagger of your grandmother.

Taehyung closes his mouth, staring at you with widened eyes.

“The madness started long before all of this, but it will end tonight”, you say.

“___ please”, Taehyung tries only to be silenced by you with a lift of your finger.

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“It does. Now look away if you don’t want to relive how it was to lose Yoongi”, you tell them and blow the wood into the vampire’s face.

There is nothing for a second and then he begins writhing and squirming in agony, crying out silently because his voice was still gone.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re actually crazy”, Jimin gasps, stumbling back because he thought that he would never have to watch something as gruesome as a vampire choking on wood splinters again and yet here he was, having to watch it again.

You can’t react, you have to concentrate. Have to do what your grandmother told you to do. Have to safe that vampire from dying.

“Esrever”, you begin chanting the word she told you to speak until the blade glows golden. And then, only then, you ram it into the chest of the dying vampire, deep enough that you can feel the blade touch the ribs at his back.

“No. I’m fucking out”, Jimin says and turns away, “you’re actually fucking insane.”

“Please don’t do this”, Taehyung begs with his hand thrown over his mouth.

Jungkook just stares wordlessly, feeling his stomach twist while deep down a glimmer of hope begins flickering.

Despite the blade in his chest, the vampire stops squirming in agony. He stops squirming. He actually stops squirming. Until finally it is gone.

You pull the blade out, staring at the vampire with your entire body shaking in emotion.

“Holy shit”, you whisper shakily, staring at the blade in your hand. It is covered in black blood. Runes have appeared on the metal. The golden glow in them is consuming the black wood splinters trapped in the blade, “holy shit.”

With a swirl of your wrist you give the vampire his voice back.

“H-how, how are you feeling?”

“Like, like myself. What, what did you do to me?” the vampire stutters and although his voice is terribly ruined as a remnant from his death fight, he looks healthy.

“Holy shit”, you press out, stumbling back and dropping the knife in the process, “it fucking worked”, you manage to get out and then nine weeks of pain, heartbreak and hopelessness come crushing down on you, dragging you to your knees as you break down in relieved tears.

You have no recollection of the minutes which follow. You don’t know if you cried or screamed or laughed or perhaps fell victim to a mixture of everything. You don’t know what happened because your brain didn’t keep any of those seconds as memories. Perhaps the cry was as much trauma as it was relief. Perhaps having to keep the memories of this cry would have been too burdening to do. Perhaps however you couldn’t remember anything, because for the first time in seventy long nights, you don’t have to think of anything. No new loss to stomach, no new seconds of self loathing, no new moments of grief and no new fear of more hours spent researching the hopeless. You don’t have to think of anything anymore, because you finally won.

“I fucking won”, you wail, laughing just as much as you are crying, “I goddamn fucking won!”

You think that you jumped up and flipped the table in happiness. You can’t really remember a lot, because it all happened too fast.

“Fucking take that Kim Namjoon! I won!” you scream, ripping the door open to yell it into the endlessness of the tunnels, “I won! I beat you! Holy fucking shit, I beat you!” you screech and overtaken by your emotions, you retch only to empty the entire contents of your stomach on the ground.

“Hey, it’s okay”, Jungkook is by your side instantly, rubbing your back. He is crying just as much, “it’s okay. You did it, baby. You can rest now.”

You don’t even mind that you threw up. It is over as fast as it happened. Your body minds as you feel terribly dizzy and out of it afterwards, but you fight through those feelings, lifting your head.

“___”, Taehyung gasps, hurrying to you, “you are bleeding.”

“I fucking won”, you croak, barely registering when both Jungkook and Taehyung try to wipe the blood from your nose, “I’m getting Yoongi back”, you press out, head pounding like crazy, “okay fuck, I..feel…I, I need help”, you say, vision going black and head hitting Jungkook’s chest.

Someone is holding your hand. Both of them. Two pairs of hands hold them. So two people are holding your hand. Fuck, your head is pounding. Every inch of your body feels heavy in exhaustion. Did you fall asleep? Where are you? What happened? You open your eyes. It is bright outside. It’s the typical brightness the day gets when it is about to snow. What happened? Why are you in your bed? You try to sit up only to have the sharpest pain in humankind shoot through your brain.

“Fucking shit”, you press out, pulling a grimace of agony. Your head is pounding like crazy and breathing is so goddamn hard because of your stuffy nose.

“Darling?”

You turn your head where the voice came from, watching as Taehyung lifts his forehead from your hand.

“You’re finally awake”, his voice is heavy in tiredness, “oh god, I was so worried”, he presses out as his eyes fill with tears, “Kook, she’s awake!”

Someone stirs beside you.

“___?” Jungkook gasps.

You turn your head to him, watching as he props himself up on his elbow. He scoots closer, letting go of your hand to instead touch your cheeks.

“You’re finally awake”, Jungkook presses out, spilling tears just as Taehyung does, “I’m so fucking relieved.”

“What happened?”

“You passed out. It’s been ten hours since”, Taehyung explains.

You look at him, “ten hours? What? I don’t understand.”

“You were bleeding out of your nose and then you passed out against my chest”, Jungkook explains, “we tried to get you to wake up again, but you didn’t want to wake up anymore. We, we were so worried. We kept managing your heartbeat and, and even called Hobi to take a look at you, but you were out cold.”

“I passed out?” you try to sit up, but get stopped by both Jungkook and Taehyung pushing you back into the sheets.

“Don’t get up yet. Rest”, Taehyung says sternly.

“Okay?” you blink the sudden dizziness away, “I don’t understand what happened.”

“You were overwhelmed. The magic and the release of stress most definitely did it to you.”

“I see. Fuck”, you touch your forehead, “my head’s killing me.”

“Should I get you some pain medicine?” Jungkook offers.

“Yeah, maybe”, you say.

“I’ll get the others too”, Jungkook says, pecking your cheek, “don’t leave this bed until I’m back”, he orders and then disappears to get everything you need.

You turn your head to Taehyung, eyes closing halfway when he begins running his fingers over your forehead and temple. He is still holding your hand, clutching it so tightly you wonder if he will ever let you go again.

“I’m sorry for ever doubting you”, he whispers.

“Don’t.”

“No, I want to apologise. I was being unfair to you. If I knew how much you actually did, I would have never yelled at you.”

“Don’t apologise. You had every right to doubt me. And for yelling at me. I’m sorry for making you worry so much.”

He shakes his head, “I already forgave you. I understand now. All of it. You wanted to save Yoongi and you wanted to stop at nothing. Not even at killing…”, he hesitates with his choice of words, “monsters”, he decides in the end.

“I didn’t want to kill them. I really didn’t. But I had to. They were the only choice I had.”

“I know. I understand, I think. I don’t know, it is still a little difficult to come to terms with everything you hid from us.”

“I only did it to protect you.”

“Protect me?”

“Just…from what I became. You were right a little. I’m not a killer and I hadn’t noticed it, but I think that I did go a little mad.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but the fondness in his eyes lets you know that he wasn’t angry at you. Not anymore.

“But I won’t apologise for anything else. I haven’t felt more like myself than I do ever since I found my powers and, and I won’t hide them. Not anymore.”

“I never wanted you to hide them. Oh darling”, Taehyung cups your cheek, “the only thing I wanted you to do was reconsider your choice of killing the vampire. But even that turned out to be an unnecessary worry”, his lips curl into a smile, “you found a cure.”

“I know”, you get out, eyes filling with tears, “I can’t believe that I did it. I want to cry.”

“I know, me too”, Taehyung says, kissing your tears away. He rests his forehead against yours afterwards, “I’m proud of you”, he whispers “you are a true fighter and I won’t ever doubt you again.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, crying silent tears, “and I want you to know that I would do the same for you. If you were the one with wood in your lungs I mean. I would do the same for you and, and the others too. I’d fucking fight until I’ll find a cure. Especially now that I am finally actually helpful. You, you are all my family and I can’t lose-”

“I know”, he interrupts you in a soft voice, cupping your cheek, “you don’t have to tell me. I know.”

“So you don’t think that I gave up on you when you were still imprisoned?”

“No, I don’t. I should have never said those awful words.”

“Thank you”, you get out, releasing your breath shakily as your eyes fall closed in relief. He isn’t angry anymore. This feels so good to know.

“I also learned not to mess with you. You frightening me a little in those tunnels”, he jokes, “I don’t even want to find out what you could actually do to us poor, weak vampires.”

You laugh, “no please don’t be scared of me. I would never hurt you.”

“I know, I was just making a silly joke”, he chuckles.

You snicker, moving your head away just enough that you could look into his eyes. They race between yours, glimmering in fondness.

“Thank you, Tae darling. I know it wasn’t easy to trust me, so thank you for still following me.”

He dismisses you with a shake of his head, “I’m just glad that you are finally awake again.”

You give him a small smile, nodding your head in agreement.

Taehyung takes your hand, tracing your knuckles slowly.

“___darling”, he begins, “my sweetest, Kookie told me about your panic attack”, he lifts his eyes, looking at you with great regret, “and I want to apologise. It should have been obvious to me that sending you away would trigger panic in you, but it wasn’t obvious. I am so incredibly sorry.”

“I went out of my own accord.”

“Did you truly?”

You hesitate and lower your eyes.

“See? Oh my sweetest darling, I have been awfully unfair to you. You stayed by my side when I grieved Jimin, tolerated my heartbroken stupidity and here I was acting like I had any right to turn you into a villain.”

He scoots closer and places his other hand over your hand as well.

“I understand your grief. I always did. But I think in my own heartbreak and frustration, I forgot for a second and I am sorry that I did.”

“No, it’s okay. I acted like an idiot.”

“___, just take the apology.”

It feels peculiar. You didn’t even think that you needed an apology and yet it feels good to hear it. While the beginning of the trip felt like unfair punishment, it ended in you finally finding the cure, so all the terrible feelings you had in the beginning were forgotten by you. The wounds still seemed to have remained however, because hearing Sorry from Taehyung felt healing. You think that you were the angriest at him. Subconsciously, but angry nonetheless.

“Thank you for the apology”, you say, “I could never explain why I felt so wronged by you in particular, but now I can, so thank you for apologising.”

“Of course, this is the least I can do.”

“And for reassuring me that you understand my grief.”

“Of course, oh my darling of course.”

“You won’t have to understand it anymore”, you smile, “really soon”, you add and squeeze his hand, “really, really soon.”

Taehyung gives you a smile and nods his head, “yes, very soon.”

“___”, Jungkook calls out for you as he enters your room, followed by Hoseok and Jimin, “I’m back, I got you everything you need.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. You’re actually awake”, Jimin says, carrying what seems to be a bowl of food.

“Hey there, I’m glad that you’re awake”, Hoseok says, hurrying to the bed with his doctor bag in his hand.

Taehyung stands up from the chair for him, letting him close to you so he could look at you.

“How are you feeling? Tell me everything”, Hoseok says, checking your temperature with the back of his hand.

“My head hurts and my nose is stuffy and I just feel…sick. I don’t know, I feel like I’m having the flu or something.”

“Mhm, I see”, Hoseok furrows his brows as he gets into his serious mode, “I’ll take a quick check up if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah sure, do your thing”, you allow him, trying to sit up.

Jungkook is on the bed instantly, helping you and keeping his hand on your back afterwards to support you. He holds your hand for good measures, eyes racing over your face in worry. All while Hoseok checks your body for any signs of a more serious illness, asking you questions about how certain spots and places feel.

“Okay, I think we’re done”, he says, lowering his stethoscope after checking your lungs.

“And?” Taehyung asks, having watched the whole scene whilst completely ruining his fingernails by biting them vigorously.

“I’m pretty sure that you caught the nastiest flu as a result of your body finally burning out”, Hoseok tells you, looking over his shoulder at Taehyung for just a quick second.

“So she got burn out, is that what you’re insinuating?”

“Yes, very much so. I can’t say if it’s human burn out or magical burn out, but it’s definitely one of those if not both.”

“What? But that’s impossible”, you gasp, “I didn’t even do anything.”

“Yeah sure”, Hoseok scoffs, “you didn’t work yourself into madness these past nine weeks. Be for real, ___. You’re lucky that you only burned out instead of just dropping dead.”

You lower your eyes in shame. How far did you lose yourself?

“So what can we do to help?” Jungkook asks.

“We should let her rest”, Hoseok says, “do you hear me, ___? Rest. That’s all you need right now. To rest and to recover”, Hoseok explains, storing his tools in his bag, “and to actually eat something again. You look starved.”

“I know”, you say.

“Here. I made you some stew”, Jimin says, presenting the bowl of hot stew with rice to you, “there’s lots of veggies in there for vitamins. You should try it.”

“I’ll try it a little later, I have to do one more thing.”

“___”, Hoseok warns in a stern voice.

“It’s not going to take long, I promise”, you insist.

“What do you even want to do?”

“I just…” you hesitate.

“You want to use the knife on Yoongi, don’t you?” Taehyung asks.

“Maybe?” you whisper.

“But it made you bleed last time”, Jungkook protests.

“Yes, but that was because I didn’t sleep and I, I was emotional. I know how to control myself now. It’s not going to make me bleed again.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. I slept and I feel good.”

“You said that the last time as well”, Taehyung protests, “I didn’t want to be angry at you anymore, but you are not making it easy not to. Didn’t you hear what Hoseok just told you?”

“I, I did and I’m planning on taking the biggest and laziest rest afterwards. I just have to know that Yoongi is alive and well. I can’t relax beforehand, even talking to you guys makes me anxious because I could already be with him, saving him.”

The four vampires exchange looks. They seem to be lost for words. All of them.

“See? You guys know that I’m right. So let me do the one thing I have been aching to do for the past seventy days.”

“And afterwards you will finally rest?”

“Yes, I will. I promise you guys.”

“Fuck. Then do what you must, it is not like we can actually stop you”, Taehyung gives up.

“Yes, you really can’t”, you say, “Kook, help me out of bed, I need to get up.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Yoongi wouldn’t want you dying for him, you know that he’d rather die with you than wake up and have you be dead”, Jungkook says, lifting you out of bed. He sets you down as gently as possible, holding your hands as support.

“I know, but I’m not going to die. The magic isn’t even that strong. I can handle it”, you assure him, “thank you”, you thank Hoseok after he helped you slip on your morning robe.

“I’m on Jungkook’s side by the way. I really think that you should rest for at least a day or two.”

“I will”, you give him a reassuring smile, “after I saved Yoongi. Now follow me guys, let’s get Yoongi back”, you say, taking the knife from the bedside table to finally get your love.

“This is such a bad idea, I can’t believe that I am letting her do this”, you hear Taehyung talk to Jimin, but ignore it. Your head may be pounding like crazy and your every step feels like too much, but you have a job to finish. Even if it is the last thing you will ever do. You won’t abandon Yoongi.

“What happened to the captives?” you ask Jungkook as you hurry to Yoongi’s wing together. Hoseok is by your other side, holding your other hand. Jimin and Taehyung follow right behind you, eyeing you with suspicious worry.

“We put them back into their original cells”, Jungkook tells you.

“Okay. Good. And the vampire I saved?”

“He’s still alive. The stab wound healed and he says that he feels the same.”

“Good. That’s good. I can’t believe that it actually worked. Holy shit, I’m getting Yoongi back”, you murmur, opening the door to his wing.

“If it works. I’m telling you, if I see you beginning to die because of the spell, I’m stopping it. I can’t lose you too.”

“It won’t fail, I’m sure of it.”

The bedroom door opens swiftly. You quicken your steps now that Yoongi was so near.

He looks like he always does.

“Hey there, my love”, you greet him, cupping his cheek, “holy shit, since when did your skin get so grey?”

“It’s always been this grey.”

“It has?” you run your eyes over his features. Sunken in eyes, prominent cheekbones, purple lips and grey skin and hair which has lost every shine and life. He doesn’t look healthy. He looks sick. How have you never noticed?

You feel emotions well up in your chest. How blind to his state were you? Clutching the handle of the knife, you force control back into your chest. You can’t become emotional now. You have to save him. It is right here, in your palm. The solution to his current awful state lies within your palm. You just have to step closer and push the blade inside his chest.

“What are you waiting for?” Jimin asks.

“I’m scared”, you confess, “what if I do it wrong?”

“You won’t do it wrong. I’ve watched you do it to that vampire like you’ve done it a million times before.”

“Yes, but that was because I didn’t care if he died or not. What if I mess up now?”

“If you start doubting yourself, you will talk your body into messing up. It’s best to just do it.”

“I know”, you tighten the grip on the knife, gaze switching between Yoongi’s sick face and his chest. You can get him back. You have done so much. You fought the most terrible of nightmares in the tunnels and you won. You won. You won against Namjoon. You found a cure. It worked on his creation and it will work on Yoongi.

“I love you, my prince. I’m getting you back”, you whisper and then you begin chanting the words as the knife pierces his chest.

The silver glow around him fades more and more. The knife feels like burning coal between your fingers.

“Okay wait, it’s actually working. Keep going”, Jungkook gasps, touching your back for support, “you’re doing it, baby. You’re actually doing it.”

Your vision is blurry from the pain of your head. Your voice can barely produce the right words without struggle for air. Blood drips from your nose.

“___ you? Wait, stop, you’re bleeding again. Wait.”

“Darling please stop right now”, Taehyung begs.

You only begin chanting louder, drowning out their begging. You can feel it working. The knife may be burning your flesh to the bone but you are getting him back. You are actually lifting the curse.

“Ah!” you exclaim, ripping your hands away as the knife begins melting in your fingers.

“It’s melting?” Jimin gasps.

“No, Yoongi” you exclaim, pulling it out of his chest even if you have never felt such pain before. You drop it afterwards, staring at your ruined hand with tears of pain in your eyes.

“What did you do? Your hand!” Taehyung gasps.

“I’m fine”, you croak, “what, what happened?” you stutter. You can taste the blood in your mouth as it runs out of your nose.

“It didn’t work, please let’s rest now. I’ll heal your hand and then rest with you”, Taehyung insists, trying to pull you away from Yoongi’s bed.

“No! No it should have worked! It, it worked on the other vampire!”

“Maybe it worked because it was regular wood.”

“No!” you yell so loud your voice bounces off the walls, “no, it should have worked! Why didn’t it work?!”

“Let’s just rest, please darling.”

“No”, you shake yourself free of his grasp, “no, why didn’t it work? It, it should have worked!” you scream, grabbing Yoongi by the collar of his shirt, “wake up, Yoongi! Please my love wake up!”

“Don’t do that. Your hands are ruined, you have to let me heal you.”

You can’t hear what Taehyung is saying. It didn’t work. After everything you did, it didn’t work.

“Please Yoongi, I’m fucking begging you, please come back to me.”

“Let’s just go”, Taehyung whispers with heartbreak in his voice. It pains him that you failed. He wanted for you to be successful. He really, really did.

“Let go of me, I have to try again. Where, where is the knife?” you fight him, crazed eyes scanning the ground, “there. No!”

Taehyung lifts you before you can bend down.

“Let me go! What’s wrong with you? Let go of me!” you protest, fighting him with nails and feet.

“You have to rest, it didn’t work and, and you are hurt”, Taehyung says.

“No Yoongi! Let me go! Yoongi please wake up, please!” you beg as you get carried away further and further.

Taehyung turns you so you couldn’t look at the bed anymore.

“Let me go! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much! Let me go!”

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung whispers shakily, swallowing down the painful sob he wants to let out.

“Yoongi, please wake up! Don’t fucking go where I can’t follow, please!” you beg, clutching the doorframe even if your fingers ache like the never ached before, “let me go!”

Taehyung wins and manages to get you out of Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Yoongi! Let me go! Yoongi!”

You lost. You lost. You lost your Yoongi. You lost.

“No”, you wail, “I want to die, I want to fucking die. Just kill me, please.”

“Please stop, please just-”, Taehyung begs only to be stopped by Hoseok screaming your names.

He appears in the doorframe a second later. Jungkook screams your name in the background, begging you to come back.

“Come back. Yoongi! Something’s happening!”

“What?” you push yourself away from Taehyung, overwhelm him and fight free. Your feet drop on the ground hard and rough, shaking you through so much that you feel dizzy as you run, “Yoongi! I’m coming!”

“___ come here, quick come here”, Jungkook stresses.

You fall into him from just how quickly you ran to the bed. But neither you nor Jungkook feel the impact, holding each other as your teary eyes are focused on Yoongi’s face. Jimin and Taehyung appear behind you a second later.

“What’s happening?” Taehyung asks.

“Holy fuck”, you press out. You can barely see what is happening as your vision becomes darker and darker. Everything aches so terribly. You feel so weak. And yet you keep looking, watching with tears streaming down your face, as Yoongi’s features morph into the healthy face you have fallen in love with. His hair changes from a dull silver to dark black, the grey of his skin becomes less and less.

“It worked”, Jungkook whispers, “holy fuck, it worked.”

His cheeks gain in softness again and his once sunken eyes move back into place. His once purple, chapped lips become the soft, pink lips you will always love to kiss.

“It worked, you-”, Jungkook stops upon seeing the state you find yourself in, “___, are you okay?”

Yoongi’s eyes open just as yours fall closed.

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arosesstorm · 11 months

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Bangtan as all too well lyrics ╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢

Hope

"I walked through the door with you

The air was cold

But something about it felt like home somehow

And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house

And you've still got it in your drawer even now"

Namjoon

"Oh, your sweet disposition

And my wide-eyed gaze

We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place

And I can picture it after all these days"

Yoongi

"'Cause there we are again on that little town street

You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me

Wind in my hair, I was there

I remember it all too well"

Jimin

"Photo album on the counter

Your cheeks were turning red

You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed

And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team

You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me"

Taehyung

"And you were tossing me the car keys, Fuck the patriarchy

Key chain on the ground, we were always skipping town

And I was thinking on the drive down, any time now

He’s gonna say it’s love, you never called it what it was"

Jungkook

"Cause there we are again in the middle of the night

We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light

Down the stairs, I was there

I remember it all too well, yeah"

Jin

"You who charmed my dad with self effacing jokes

Sipping coffee like you’re on a late night show

But then he watched me watch the front door all night willing you to come

And he said it’s supposed to be fun turning twenty-one"

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thatkpopwriter · 2 years

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Anomalous Fate - New Home

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, BTS being clueless, reader is overwhelmed and confused.

Author's Note: Finally got the sudden motivation to write this chapter, I had to start from the very beginning because when I wrote about half way through, I closed my laptop and it died while I was at work, and I hadn't saved it so it was completely gone. I do want to say thank you all for your patience, I hope to have another chapter up soon again, but don't be surprised if it doesn't come as quickly. Hope you enjoy it!!

“This is it?” Jungkook asks as he’s looking up at the front of y/n’s apartment building.

“I think so, she stays on the 5th floor,” Jin answers and looks inside, seeing a security guard at the desk, assuring himself that they’ll be fine, he doesn’t pay attention to the rustling behind him, “getting past the front desk shouldn’t be too hard, we just have to act normal.” Jin states and starts toward the door, “Let’s go.”

He enters the building and shoots a friendly smile to the security man, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to open, “Okay, so I’ll grab her clothes and bathroom things, you two can-” Jin stops as he double takes his surroundings, “-where are these idiots?”

He’s frantic as he looks around the lobby, trying not to alert the security, he lets out an exasperated sigh and decides to just go up alone, “I should’ve just brought Namjoon and Hoba.”

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As soon as Jin is in the apartment, he quickly notices the huge pile of shoes beside the door and four separate rooms, “She has roommates? Great, how are we going to explain this one?”

Jin shakes his head and quickly gets to work, checking all the rooms before finally finding y/n’s, going inside, and grabbing the suitcases he finds in her closet, stuffing whatever clothes he can find, wanting to get out as fast as he can as they still have a flight to catch in about 20 minutes now.

He jumps when he hears a bump from the living room and the panic sets in, thinking he’s caught red handed.

He’s debating all his options of escaping when he hears two hushed voices coming from the living room,

“Is Jin hyung here yet?”

“I don’t know, he wasn’t following us.”

He listens to the two boys and rolls his eyes, walking out of the room and jumping when Jungkook and Taehyung shriek in surprise, “Shhhhh!” he scolds them, motioning them with his hands

“Holy shit hyung, you scared us.” Jungkook holds his chest and Taehyung nods in agreement

“Why did you go through the window when we have her keys for a reason??” Jin questions, second guessing his decision on bringing the two youngest members with him.

“Because we’re breaking and entering…?” Jungkook whispers, Jin shakes his head, “It’s not breaking and entering if we have the key! If anyone asks, just say we’re getting clothes for our cousin who is in the hospital with a broken collarbone.” He explains.

“ummmm, pretty sure it’s still breaking and entering.” Jungkook counters and Taehyung pipes up, “Plus, it’s way cooler to say breaking and entering.”

“Oh nevermind! Just help me get her clothes packed.” Jin leads the way into her bedroom and grabs the suitcases from her closet, opening one up and taking it into her bathroom.

As the two maknaes are folding her clothes, Jin is looking around the place for little things he thinks she might need. He stumbles upon her nightstand and opens the drawers, fidgeting around until he spots a necklace.

As he inspects it, he feels a drop in his stomach and a pull in his chest before quickly shoving it in her suitcase and zipping it up.

“You guys get everything?” He questions and the other two nod, “I think so.”

“Alright, c’mon, we have a flight to catch.”

They all make their way out, closing her bedroom door and all the lights and just as Jin is putting his shoes back on, he speaks loudly, “Not that way…”

He smirks as he hears them huff and make their way back over to the door, “You’re no fun hyung…”

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“Okay so, how are we getting her on the jet?” Namjoon asks, turning toward everyone

“Jungkook will carry her,” Taehyung shrugs, nodding to the youngest member

Jungkook sputters, flabbergasted, “Why me?”

“Because this is your doing!” Tae retaliates,

“Yeah, you’re the reason she’s passed out” Jimin pipes in,

“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, last I checked she was alllll our soulmate”

“Well, until she wakes up, she’s just yours”

“That’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Jimin sticks his tongue out,

“Okayyyyy, enough,” Joon groans, “I’ll carry her.”

Yoongi rubs at his eyes, checking the time and seeing they have 20 minutes to get to the airport, “Let’s get going, I’m tired and I need to sleep.”

“He’s right, we don’t have much time, c’mon.” Hobi quickly agrees with Yoongi’s words and soon, all the boys and the sleeping y/n are making their way down to their car.

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After a 14-hour flight, the boys arrived in Seoul, and after much deliberation on the ride home, ensured that the staff would exit the plane last so they could get y/n to a secure exit without looking too suspicious.

As the boys went to the main exit, followed by dispatch and a couple fans, their makeup artists and stylists took the emergency exit that was right beside the corridor, hopping into a van with the girl, and driving straight to the dorms.

Once they arrived, they took y/n into one of the rooms there, laying her on the bed and quickly making their exit, but not before sliding the keys under the door.

The 5 women began speaking in their native tongue while waiting for the elevator,

“I’ve gotten a lot of weird requests from these boys, but that has got to be the worst by far.”

“No kidding, would’ve been easier if they just moved to the states.”

All 5 huffed a laugh and made their way back to the HYBE building.

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“If she’s still passed out by the time we’re home Jungkook, I’m charging you myself” Jin speaks, looking pointedly at his member

“She’ll be fine hyung, you worry too much.” Jungkook shakes his head, “She’ll be fine.

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Y/N opens her eyes, groaning in pain. She rubs at her head, feeling the worst headache ever, but when she’s acquainted to the sunlight from the window, she panics when she doesn’t recognize the ceiling.

She sits up abruptly, wincing at the headache, and immediately stands up, wobbling around the room, the effects from whatever was on that cloth obviously not worn completely off

“Where the fuck am i?’ she thinks to herself, looking around the room and seeing a couple shirts on the floor and some boxers, her eyes widen when she thinks of the worst, glancing down and seeing her clothes from the night at work

“How long has it been?”

Her head snaps up when she hears keys jingle at the door, gasping and grabbing the closest thing to her that she can use to defend herself with, which happens to be a weight, about 20 pounds, but it’ll do.

She slowly walks out and down the hallway, and just as the door swings open, she immediately winds her arm back, planning on throwing it toward whoever kidnapped her but freezes when she’s met with seven pairs of very familiar eyes,

“What the fuck?!”

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All seven boys are seated nervously on the couches in the living room, staring at the girl in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to speak.

“So, you were the ones in the Uber?”

They nod.

“And you broke into my apartment?”

They nod.

“And you brought me to Korea?”

They nod.

“Because I’m your soulmate?”

They nod.

“You kidnapped me because I’m your soulmate?”

They nod.

“Me?”

“Yes, please keep up with us.” Jimin quips,

y/n raises her eyebrow, “Well excuse me for finding this situation a bit-”

Taehyung interrupts her, “Cute? Adorable? Brave? Meant to be?”

“CRAZY…” y/n makes sure to pronounce the word efficiently, “I mean, you do realize people are going to be looking for me right?”

“My coworkers, my roommates, my parents, my classmates, hell, my university will be looking for me.” She tries to reason but all she gets are shakings of each head

“Actually, we called your job, told them you would be moving and unable to work, since you were there for less than six months, legally you don’t have to put a two week’s notice in.”

“And, regarding your university, we’re actually putting you into the exchange program they offer, it’s still in the works but basically, a student will be swapping with you for the same degree you are completing, that way you can attend classes here.”

“Your roommates know you’re on your way here, we basically texted them that you didn’t actually go to work but you were meeting with your advisor about the exchange program, and they suggested coming to Seoul to meet with the student you would be swapping with. When they asked why it was so sudden, we just said you wanted it to be kept secret.”

“That actually worked?” y/n questioned and Namjoon tilts his head, “That one was tricky and took a lot more explaining but once we sent a picture of you ‘awake’ on the plane, it worked.”

“So, you really planned everything huh?”

All boys nod, “We had a lot of time on the plane to think about it.”

y/n’s eyes well up with tears, the information sinking in, “I’m never leaving this place am i?”

Jimin quickly tries to calm her down, “No, no, no, no, not ever, just until you get comfortable with this whole situation.”

Hoseok pipes in, “Of course you can go outside and have your phone and laptop, just…” he looks to his members for some help.

Yoongi tries this time, “Just until we’re sure you won’t go to the police, or your friends and family to tell them the truth, I mean, we have a reputation to uphold.”

“And because of that, we have a few rules set in place…” He continues hesitantly.

They hand her a piece of paper with a short list, but she doesn’t pay it any mind,

“We’ll discuss it over dinner, it should be here shortly.”

Namjoon nods, “We’re sorry if this isn’t exactly how you’ve wanted your soulmate story to go, but if you belong to all of us, then there’s no choice.”

“I don’t belong to you guys…” y/n points, “as of right now, I might be your soulmate, but you guys aren’t mine.”

Unaware of how much her words hurt the seven boys’ hearts, they understand and hope she’ll come around eventually.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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JJK || Take Care of You

Chapter 2: The Talk

chapter summary: Jungkook shows you the ropes when it comes to taking care of his home and his pets. Meanwhile, Taehyung gets nosey.

wc: 5K

warnings: mature language, reader almost gets attacked by a creep, sneaky behavior

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"I'll call you back, Dr.Lee," you slur into the phone before hanging up, abruptly. With a sharp inhale, you realize you're in deep shit.

How should you handle this? Does he know you're a fan? Does it matter if you are? Panic corrupts your mind as you close the key drawer and walk out from behind the counter.

There he is, in the flesh. The idol of your dreams.

"Well?!" He smiles, delighted to see you. "Welcome to my house! Isn't it beautiful?" He leans on the couch with a golden smile. "I just…uhhm…furnished. I see you cleaned. Very nice!"

"I did. I cooked dinner, and I cleaned, sir,"

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. "Sir? You don't have to call me that," he laughs. "Just…Jungkook or Mr.J if you really want to. You are going to be taking care of my home life, after all."

You nod, obediently.

"I can understand you're shy. Halmeoni told me that you would be. Don't worry~" he sings. "Come sit down."

So, you sit down on his couch and he sits in his chair, crossing his legs over one another and smirking. You don't know why he's smirking and it's low-key making you nervous. "Ah, she was right. You are pretty."

"Is that…a problem?" You ask, trying to be as impartial as possible.

"Yeah, actually. It means you can't ever be seen in public with me or else Dispatch will think we're dating," Jungkook hisses. "Also, it would piss Seunghee off."

"Who is Seunghee?" You swallow.

"...my girlfriend," he replies, biting his lip. "Judging from the look on your face you're pretty disappointed at the news," he gestures at your faltered expression.

You don't say anything. Instead, you lower your eyes.

"It's okay to be shocked, Y/N. Some people react this way when they first meet me, so I understand." He lowers his tone. "She's got her own place, though, so you won't have to see her too often."

So long as Jungkook is happy, right?

"Alright," you bring your head up to look at him when you talk. "Can we go over my duties as your housekeeper? I'd like to know if there's anything special you'd like me to do."

Jungkook pauses to acknowledge he knows you changed the subject on him, but continues, anyways. "Okay, yeah. Let's do it over dinner."

You raise your fork to your mouth and take a bite of your food. It's delicious. Maybe it needs a little more salt, but that's an easy fix. After all, it is your first time cooking in Korea.

Jungkook is across from you at the dining table, munching away with his eyes dead on you. He's thinking of what to say next.

He finds the words a few moments later and hands you a notepad and pen.

"Please do my laundry once a week. I suggest that Saturdays be deep-clean days, because I'll almost always be out then–" He takes a breath. "I have three dogs, Gureum…No, sorry, Gureum passed," he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry for your loss," you say.

"No, no, it's okay…Thank you," Jungkook shares a genuine smile with you.

"I have three dogs," he continues. "Bam, Songi, and Paengi. They each need to go out three times a day because they're very active dogs. They also need to be fed three times a day. Just remember that when you eat, they eat."

"Are they upstairs?" You annotate this information rigorously down on the pad, your handwriting barely legible.

"No, they're at a friend's house right now. Which reminds me that every two weeks they're to be taken to my friend Seri who will take care of them and groom them for the day."

"So…today's one of those days?"

"Yes. Exactly. Exactly! See? You're killing it," he cheers.

You bite the end of your pen, smiling. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You glance down at everything on your paper. This isn't a lot, at all. It seems as if working here will be a breeze. Satisfied, you put your things down and meet Jungkook's eyes.

He's spaced out, completely.

"Jungkook…" you nudge.

"Huh? Ah…" he chuckles. "Sorry. Here's your bedroom key, before I forget."

He slides over a quaint, brown key with a weathered piece of tape wrapped around the head. The blue marker on the tape reads your name in his handwriting.

"It's old. Don't mind that," he brushes off.

You pinch the key between your fingers, playing with it as he talks. "Okay, good."

"Good!" Jungkook stands up from the table and picks up both your plates, taking them to the sink.

"Oh you really don't have to do that, it's my job…" you protest.

"Well, let me make your job easier," he replies, humbly. He rolls up his sleeves, and that's your very first glimpse of his tattoos in real life.

They make him look a lot tougher than he actually is, which makes you wonder if he has a bad side. He glances up and sees you staring. "Do you like them? They mean a lot to me. I'm sure we'll get around to it someday."

It's at this point during which you question the duration of your employment. You understand that your contract is long-term, but you've yet to grasp the consequences of permanently moving to Korea to be Jungkook's housekeeper.

You've forgotten to ask about your days off.

"Excuse me," you shout.

Jungkook leans with his palms against the countertop, acknowledging your call. "Hm?"

"When are my days off?"

He pouts, drawing a blank. "Take your pick. You can have any two days out of the week, except for Saturday."

That's easy. Friday and Sunday seem like the most logical combination. Weekends off don't sound too bad, but then you'd have that awkward Saturday cleaning in the middle. That's non-negotiable. The next best option is Thursday and Friday.

"I'll take Thursday and Friday off."

You take some much needed alone-time in your new bedroom.

You still can't wrap your head around what the fuck just happened, actually.

It's nine at night.

You've already texted your grandmother to let her know you've landed and that you're at the house. You've unpacked your things and placed your clothes neatly inside of the provided dresser. You've even set up your trinkets and personal items around the room.

It's huge.

The room includes your own small living room and a bathroom with a jacuzzi in it. There's a jacuzzi in the guest room. Never have you been so thankful for something so unnecessary.

As you strip, you notice something you must have overlooked before on top of the dresser. It's a letter from your employer.

The letter has a little cooky sticker sealing it closed, and your name written in purple on the bottom-right corner. In order to preserve the sticker, you peel it carefully and stick it on the cover of the journal you bought from the airport.

You open the letter, your fingertips wedging themselves between the paper before pulling it open.

"Here's some extra cash to spend on necessities. Don't hesitate to ask me your questions. Getting used to living somewhere new can be hectic. Believe me when I say I know the feeling. - Jaykay"

Two ten-thousand won bills and one fifty-thousand won bill are paperclipped to the letter. You don't know how much that is, but something tells you it's more than what you really need.

The digital clock reads 11PM. It's time for you to get some rest. You're sure you saw a 24 hour minimart on the way here, but then again, you were staring up at the sky the whole way so you're not so sure.

So, Naver translate in-hand, you throw on a sweatshirt and some sneakers and carefully make your way out of the house. You take a spare key with you.

Once you're out the gate, you turn to the left and see a glowing sign outside of a small store nearby. You follow it, the quiet chirping of crickets and the faint sound of house music serenading you.

A tiny bell frantically indicates your entrance to the shop. You smile. How cute.

The place is clean and bright, and everything is in its place. In the back, there is a hot water machine and a hot coffee machine with various teas and coffee flavors available. It also looks like there's a juicer there, too.

You continue to the medicine aisle. To the best of your ability, you translate the word for melatonin, match it to the symbols written on the boxes and look for the gummy version.

"Me-ra-to-neen," you mouth, shrugging. You grab it from the shelf and head towards the front. On the way, you pick up a voucher for tea and hand it to the cashier who is loudly playing League of Legends on his phone.

He glances up at you and then at your items, but doesn't say anything.

You slide him ten thousand won. He takes the bill and starts picking out change from the register. Then, he points to the back, where the hot water machine is.

"Free cup," he says.

"Mhm," you reply, carefully picking up your change and your things and heading to the back to make your tea.

Very carefully, you flick the switch and hot water comes pouring out of the boiler. You reach into your bag, flailing your fingers until you get a hold of your tea bag. You rip the paper package open and dip the leaves in the hot water.

After a while, swirls of color accumulate around the bag. You pluck a disposable spoon from the utensil bar and stir it carefully, watching the tea transform into a translucent, uniform color. The warm flavor of the tea fills your senses as you bring the hot cup to your lips.

"Mm," you hum, closing your eyes. "Well, that'll do it."

With caution, you move the string to the side and firmly secure a cover over the top, and walk out the door.

Immediately, you're on edge. There are two guys talking to each other loudly outside the shop. They both look to be in their early 30s or late 20s, and they smell strongly of alcohol.

Trying not to make eye contact, you walk past them with your head up. Alas, you've already caught their attention, and now that you've got it, they're not letting you go.

One of them, the younger one, pushes his friend to the side in pursuit of you. Alarmed, you tell yourself to stay calm and keep moving forward.

Maybe if you don't give them any attention, they won't harass you further. "Hey," he shouts. "Hey, hey, pretty–"

You internally wince, gripping your bag a little tighter as it slips from your sweaty palm.

This goes on for the next few minutes, with him trying to get your attention. You can tell by his voice that he's trailing behind you now, getting more and more frustrated at your lack of response.

Finally, just as you've reached the front of Jungkook's house, he lays a hand on you. Your gut reaction is to use your knee to disable his legs.

In the house, faint struggling is heard. Jungkook abruptly rises from the couch. "Y/N?" He snaps. "Y/N?!"

That's when he hears your scream. Grabbing a nearby baseball bat, he bolts out of the house.

You've long taken care of the creep, as he's calling you a bitch, holding his nuts, squeaming in the middle of the road.

Jungkook grabs your wrist with force, fuming angry. He pulls you from the action, into the garden and proceeds to point his bat at your attacker.

"왜, 왜?! 가슴이 엉덩이도 짱 근다– " The guy whines.

You can't understand the heated string of sputtered words spewed at the lowlife, but you're certain it's nothing pleasant.

You take deep breaths, watching the scene from afar. Jungkook is in his pajama bottoms, a tank top, and flannel threatening the guy, his face red with fury.

Pouting, you watch the poor guy get chewed out by an idol.

Then, Jungkook stops. He brings his eyes down and just smirks. Satisfied with whatever he saw, he heads back inside.

"He pissed himself," Jungkook snickers, carrying the bat over his shoulders. "Fuck," he laughs, nervously. "I don't know if in New York you can go out by yourself at this time of night and expect not to get touched, but this is not New York," he emphasizes. "They won't take no for an answer, guys like that. Don't do that again."

"Got it…" you comply, completely embarrassed. With your tea cup still intact, you re-enter the house relatively unscathed.

Jungkook puts his bat down and takes off his shoes before climbing to the second floor. "Goodnight! Remember what I said," He shouts.

"I will!" You reply.

You take off your sneakers and carry your things into the guest room.

Time to take a bath.

There's a basket full of bath bombs on top of the sink. Some are shaped like hearts, some are shaped like stars. You pick a yellow, sparkly star bath bomb from the stash and keep it in your hand as you turn on the hot water.

You sink into the bubbling jacuzzi and the room fills with steam. Your thoughts drift with them as you try to wake up from this daydream.

You list all the facts.

Jungkook is now your boss. He's also very hot and the source of most of your wet dreams. He also has a girlfriend who you've yet to meet and who you have to be careful of because he says you're too pretty to be around him.

Wait, did Jungkook call you pretty?

Does it matter? In what way did he mean it?

In the most business-oriented, fact-of-the-matter way possible, you think.

He ate the food you ate. It won't be the last time, either. You're going to be his personal chef, dogsitter, maid, and home manager.

Now it kind of made sense why the paycheck was so big. This is a lot of work. Not to mention, it's a little emotionally distressing.

For the first time, you contemplate leaving. A fan should respect their idol. Maybe, instead of getting emotionally involved, you should back out of this contract, work until you've paid off your flight, and find work elsewhere.

Right. That would be a plausible solution to this whole situation. If you just put yourself up for hire elsewhere. You're certain Jungkook would understand. Perhaps he could even give you a work recommendation.

But then again, he did say that he wouldn't be in the house much. Would it really phase you that much if every now and then he came home and hung out? After all, he's just some guy.

Yeah, some guy who has won countless music awards, has rubbed elbows with world leaders, has performed in sold out stadiums globally, and whose group contributes billions to the South Korean economy.

When it comes down to it, you're pretty much stranded at his house. Even if you were to land an interview here, it would be nearly impossible to get hired.

So, you should just be thankful that you have a place to stay and a steady income here, no matter the drama that it might cause you in the future.

You climb out of the bath and drain the water, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and stepping into your bedroom.

Your nightclothes are laid out on the bed, so you drop your towel and climb into your matching set of underwear and then your cute bt21 pajamas.

For the record, you packed those prior to discovering who your boss was, so you don't feel as weird sleeping in them.

You bend to pick up your towel and decide to hang it out the window for it to dry.

The gentle rustling sound of the leaves outside keeps your mind at ease as you drift off into a deep sleep.

The moment you're awake, you check your phone to see what day it is. It's Wednesday, at 6:00 AM.

It's amazing that you were able to sleep so soundly, and for a whole six hours, apparently.

You need to get moving and make breakfast. Jungkook should already be up.

With your heart racing, you jump out of your pajamas and into some decent clothing, throwing some soap and water on your face, and walking out to greet him.

You bolt out the door.

Jungkook's eyes widen at you suddenly rushing in. He's holding a toasted poptart with a butter knife in his hand, terrified.

After processing it's just you, he says: "Oh hey!"

"Good morning. Uhh…Achim-sik meokeoseoyo?" You try.

Jungkook takes a bite out of his breakfast strudel. "Mhm. It's fine. I take care of breakfast. You just do lunch and dinner. Didn't you read the contract thing?"

You did not read the contract thing, no.

"Mhm! So, you're headed out soon?" You ask, dismissively.

"Yeah. Dance practice and then it's off to English class, and then I have a dinner." Jungkook shifts his weight on his feet. "Then it's running and then an hour of working out."

That's a relief. It's a busy day for him. This means that you can take your time figuring things out.

"Okay. Are you coming home for lunch or are you going to eat out?" You ask, innocently.

"I'd appreciate it if you, from now on, make lunch the day before so that I can just grab it and go. I like your cooking. Did you take…lessons?" Jungkook asks.

"I took several culinary classes from 8th grade all the way up to my senior year of college. So, yes, I took lessons," you laugh.

Jungkook is impressed to say the least. "Wow, Y/N, is there anything you can't do?"

"Coming from…the golden maknae of BTS?" You reply, buttering him up nicely.

"That's true. That's true. Love myself, love yourself. That's what Namjoon says, every day," he says, tiredly.

"Is he really that cool?" You innocently inquire.

"Hm? Namjoon? Yeah…he's a cool guy…" he reminisces. "Anyways! I'll be going now. Take care of the dogs, they're resting right now. They need to eat and be taken out."

Jungkook grabs his keys, twirls around to bid you goodbye, and walks out the door.

Great. You have the whole house to yourself again. Only this time, you have responsibilities to fulfill. You started with the easy stuff. Like he asked, you took the dogs out first.

Bam is a sweetheart, but he's a big baby. He doesn't quite know how to not excitedly approach others on the street. He's well unaware that he's quite frightening, despite being just a puppy.

Paengi and Songi stay by your side the entire walk, not too curious about their surroundings. The walk is peaceful. Scattered pedestrians progress along the streets, each in their own little world.

You walk one lap around the block, familiarizing yourself with what's in immediate proximity to the house.

There's the 24/7 mini mart from yesterday, a fresh fruit market, and a law firm clustered together near the gate. Then, as you pass the embassy, there's a buffet and a bus station.

Facing the opposite side of the entrance to the property, there's a laundromat, but it looks to be closed. You don't understand why a laundromat would be closed on a Wednesday morning but you don't mean to impose.

To the East side of the residence, parallel to the wall surrounding the property, is an office building.

There's nothing peculiar about that particular building, apart from the fact that it is bland and unaccounted for. There is nobody lounging in that lobby. There is nobody at the buzzer, trying to call in to one of the offices. There is no one struggling with the revolving door. It's just sad.

"At least I don't work there, right, Bam?" Bam just whines and gives you a sad look.

"Yeaaah," you sigh.

Back inside, you study the labels of each bag of dog food, measuring things out carefully so that you get the right mix of everything before setting the bowls down and washing your hands.

You dry them with a towel, and toss that in the washing machine before taking a step back into the living room.

With your hands on your hips, you drag your eyes all the way up to the second floor of the home, where Jungkook's king size bed is completely undone. "Well, fuck. It isn't gonna clean itself."

To make one thing clear, this scares the shit out of you. You can't stop thinking about how intrusive it must be for a fan to be messing with their idols' personal items– especially from his bedroom– under normal circumstances.

But then again, what are the normal circumstances for this sort of thing if not this?

You climb up the stairs, picking up socks that the dogs must have gotten a hold of on your way up and tossing them in a half-full laundry basket at the foot of the stairs.

Jungkook's room is mostly white with blue accents. He has white sheets with a little folded up towel as a pillow and a pillow at his feet. It's kind of funny how he's never shaken the habit of using it.

You approach the bed and notice that there's a stuffed Mickey Mouse plushie face-down, tangled within the sheets. Carefully, you pick it up and examine it.

You set it to the side, then start stripping the bed.

Jungkook collects action figures. They're all lined up in a row on shelves next to his window. They're mostly Iron Man, but he has a few Spiderman ones. They're a little dusty, so you carefully wipe down the shelves with a cloth and then each figure, individually.

Beside those shelves is a desk with a special snowball-shaped microphone. That's connected to a laptop that might be a year old. The desk itself is littered with sticky notes. You shouldn't mess with those.

You gather the pens he has scattered around the surface and place them neatly inside his black pencil holder.

Once everything is off the ground and neatly put away in its place, you head downstairs to get the vacuum and vacuum his carpets.

You should have bought some stupid headphones at the mini mart. Oh well, that's just another thing you could do tomorrow.

You count on your fingers the things you've already taken care of. The bed is done, the shelves are clean, the desk is clean, the carpet is clean, the nightstands don't have any cups or water bottles on them. Laundry is going to be taken care of at the very end.

That leaves the upstairs bathroom to be cleaned. You turn to face the door of the bathroom and sigh. You'd rather not talk about this part of housecleaning.

Later, you're carefully making your way downstairs with a laundry basket cradled in your arms. You need to watch your step. You nearly trip when you spot a sports bra hidden beneath a pair of Jungkook's shorts.

It must be Seunghee's. Still, it catches you off guard.

You check the tag, harmlessly. It's a Victoria's Secret PINK size 32A. You had no idea there was a PINK store in Korea. Then again, she could have gotten it at an outlet. Perhaps she's rich. Most certainly, she's rich.

It doesn't matter.

You drop it in with the rest of the laundry and continue carrying it down stairs.

You hum to yourself quietly as you put everything to wash. There are English translations of the settings beneath the Korean labels, so it's easy to navigate.

Rising from the floor, you put your hands on your hips and huff. "There we go. That's done. The bathroom is done, the laundry is done, the bedroom is done. I did the kitchen and the living room yesterday…"

Jungkook might have left things out of their place in the kitchen.

Sure enough, there's an empty box of poptarts sitting on top of the countertop. You throw it away in the recycling and make a mental note to buy some poptarts on Monday.

Actually– let's write that down.

You find your notepad and a random pen on the dining table and scribble down a quick grocery list. The first item on the list is pop tarts.

At this point, everything is finished. You should start thinking about lunch soon, but it's 11 in the morning and you think you deserve a break.

To your left, on a small side table, is a diffuser. Beside it, there's a small bottle labeled "lavender CBD oil."

There's already some water inside the diffuser, so all you do is put the cover back on it and press the on button. For the first few minutes you can't tell the difference, but, after a while, the air starts to smell of lavender. It's very nice.

You feel small on Jungkook's leather sofa. It's a struggle for you to reach over and grab the remote from the coffee table.

You turn the television on to SBS, where a period drama is currently on. You quickly realize that there are no English subtitles, but you watch anyways, trying to figure out what's going on.

It looks as if one of the leads is a cold-hearted crown prince, and the other lead is a kind-hearted bookish peasant who has haphazardly gained the appreciation of the prince. Their love is forbidden.

It's a classic kdrama trope, but it's a golden one. Classics never fail to entertain you. It's interesting to watch different renditions of the same concept get made and remade from the perspectives of different directors.

At least, in your opinion.

He's handsome. From the gorgeous shots of him performing any mundane task to his subtle reactions to the twists and turns written into the script, he is truly a stunning visual.

It gives you a lonely feeling.

If you're to live in Korea, you should start making friends and permanent bonds. Perhaps now that you're making a little bit of money you could start Korean lessons. You have to develop a social life somehow.

You're sure that you'll encounter people who are at least semi-fluent in English here. There are plenty of English-speakers visiting Korea. You just need to find the community of permanent residents. That should prove a real challenge.

You rub your face in quiet frustration. Then again, you could be overthinking it. Maybe once you're actually there, people will come to you and be interested in what you have to share.

Before coming to Korea, you were a bit of a shut-in. Between studies and job-hunting, you let your alone-time take priority over any sort of consistent friendship.

The drama goes to commercial.

The doorbell rings.

Cautiously, you rise from the couch and walk to the doorbell camera to see who it is.

It's Kim Taehyung. He's carrying at least three paper bags in front of the gate, waiting patiently to be let in.

Does Jungkook know? He never mentioned anything about him coming over. Does it matter? What's the best course of action here?

He rings again, apparently confused.

Whatever he's here for, you're sure he has a motive. You must let him in.

You fight your nerves and press a green, glowing button, allowing him entry.

He walks through the door moments later, dropping the bags down on the table before looking you up and down. He makes a face. "Who are you?"

You lose your breath. "I mean– Jungkook…" you struggle.

Taehyung tucks his hands beneath his armpits, intimidatingly.

"Maid…"

"Made?" he repeats.

"...housemaid? Cleaning," you say.

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. "Oh! You're a cleaner."

Somehow, he's even more confused. You're too hot to be a housecleaner. But, he can't quite express that to you, so he dismisses it.

"Mhm. What's this?" You gesture to the bags.

"Um…gifts. Proof albums," he says.

You glance into the bags. Indeed, there are stacks of Proof albums, completely wrapped. They must be filming an unboxing video soon.

"Oh, okay. Sorry," you laugh.

Taehyung's face lights up. "It's no problem! Is Jungkook coming home soon?"

"No…he's busy today. That's what he said, anyway."

"Busy…okay," Taehyung smacks his teeth, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He rocks himself awkwardly.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to give these to him." You smile, gesturing to the albums. Right away, you feel the temptation to open them.

"No problem. See you later." Taehyung briefly bows and leaves you be.

Just then, the sound of the laundry beeps a cheerful melody, indicating the clothes are ready to be put to dry.

It's a feature of Samsung washing machines. It just makes doing chores that much more fun. Happily, you make yourself to the laundry room and transfer the clothes over, placing a dryer sheet in the middle of the pile.

You uncrouch from the laundry room floor and carefully push the detergent bottles back into place and stack the boxes of dryer sheets in a row.

Hm.

You might as well just order out.

Is there really any use in using Jungkook's groceries to make yourself a meal he won't even taste? No. There isn't.

Plus, this would give you the opportunity to check out what sort of take out places are nearby. You know there's a buffet nearby, but you're craving something else.

Korean fried chicken sounds good. Maybe there are some delivery places in the area.

Pulling out your phone, you order online.

TCU taglist (open): @mageprincess7 @bruisedscrewedandtattooed @im-the-charmer @janedukiesworld @sweetcheeksdna

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a/n: sorry this was late, I was playing BTS Island!!! 😆😆

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No, no, no.

Jiyeon didn’t want to join him. That was not part of the plan. Not even, but why did it seem that bad luck always seemed to find her? For once, she planned on having some alone time; some time to breathe and enjoy her own company.

Jiyeon was about to protest, but as soon as Taehyung tugged on her shirt and pulled it over her head, the young woman realized that there was no point in resisting - whatever Taehyung wanted would happen, with or without her fighting against it.

Without any further protest, Jiyeon got undressed and followed Taehyung to the tub with heavy feet, wanting nothing more than to run away and hide, but she knew it was pointless. It didn’t matter.

He already saw her naked before or and would all be over soon… were just a few thoughts that Jiyeon repeated to herself as she sat in the warm water, in between Taehyung’s legs.

There was a long uncomfortable silence between the two as Jiyeon stared right ahead of her, wondering if she should start a conversation, or if it was best to not say anything at all. Were they just going to sit here like this the whole time… or worse, would Taehyung go that far and ask her to soap him up? Wash his hair?

She held in her breath when she felt his fingers trail down her body, this didn’t feel right, not in the slightest. Jiyeon didn’t want this, but she didn’t know how to make it stop. But then, her rescue came from her abductor himself, and now his hands nudged her from the back, and he even ordered her to get out.

Did she do something wrong? Jiyeon froze on the spot, instead of the expected relief washing over her, she instead felt conflicted; she did wanted this to end, but she didn’t expect to feel so… upset about the way it ended.

Her fingers trailed over the edge of the tub. “Yes… yes, of course..” Jiyeon replied, a bit taken aback by the sudden change of tone, as she scrambled to get out of the bath before taking a towel, leaving the bathroom as fast as she could, nearly slipping as she did.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, she let out a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding. “What the fuck.” She whispered to herself, forcing herself to the walk in closet to grab some clothes, wanting to be clothed right away— before Taehyung would appear once again.

Once dressed, the young girl trailed downstairs in a slight daze as she tried to make sense of what had just happened a few minutes ago.

Did he find out that the bath was a silly idea to make Sohee squirm? No, that couldn’t be it. She made sure to not make it too obvious, surely Taehyung didn’t figure things out, did he?

“Oh… my pen.” Jiyeon spotted the souvenir that she took from Taehyung’s workplace and picked it up from the dresser. She didn’t want to potentially lose it, so she placed it with the rest of her items; in a drawer Taehyung allowed her to place her items in, which was currently filled with her books and puzzles.

Jiyeon started on dinner, deciding to go for something simple today as she surprisingly felt tired from spending all day at Taehyung’s work. So, she opted for something that would be done quick, and when it was, she kept the food on the stove so it would be hot for serving.

Taehyung still wasn’t here…

Jiyeon started to wander, lingering around the kitchen for a while until she traveled through the man’s home, only pausing when she caught sight of the grand piano. It was stunning, and expensive no doubt. But something about the piano called out to Jiyeon and she was pulled to it like a magnet.

Her finger slid across the lid, circling around it before she sat on the bench, her fingers trailing over the keys, a smile appearing on her face at the soft tone that came from the piano as she pressed down on one of the keys.

— 🎙️

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Small droplets of water escaped from the tub’s faucet, falling freely into the depth below.

Taehyung’s head laid back against the ledge, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Clear as day, he could still see Jiyeon’s expression to his harsh order. The way a touch of hurt, confusion, and nervousness painted her features. How her feet squeaked against the tile floor as she scrambled away, nearly slipping and tumbling on the puddles of water that dripped off her body.

Why was it bothering him so much? Any other time, the man found himself loving it. Loving the fear she held for him, loving the way she scrambles just to be obedient for him. But this time? He couldn’t shake a bothered feeling.

On repeat, the scene played over again and again. Until the man got fed up enough, finally leaving the bathroom behind.

Water droplets fell from his hair as he made his way downstairs. But at a certain sound, one that still haunts his memories, he froze.

His mother’s piano.

Taehyung sped down the rest of the steps, and at the bottom, he finally saw the young woman, sitting at the bench while the keys were softly being touched beneath her fingertips. No words came from him as red consumed him. He stalked up to her, his hand latching onto her upper arm. “What the fuck is wrong you?” He yanked her off the piano bench while his other hand slammed the cover to the keys closed. “Did you have permission to touch that? Or do you think you can just do whatever you want to?”

Before she could say anything for herself, the killer tossed her towards the stairs, his stare piercing her with daggers. “Get upstairs, in my room. Now. My patience is running ice thin. Now! Before you find yourself losing your privilege to ever see sunlight again.”

Taehyung’s glare followed her frame as she scampered upstairs. Once she left his sight, all the air released from his lungs.

No one has touched that piano. Not in well over a decade. Him. His brother. His father. Grandmother. No one dared to touch the instrument after his mother’s funeral. It only sat there collecting dust.

Early evening eventually turned into night. Night turned into early morning. Very early morning.

Taehyung sat on his favourite arm chair, his eyes glued to the staircase at the end of the long hallway. A cigar burned on the coffee table, a smoke trail swarming in the air.

Jiyeon never once tried to come down. Not in all these hours.

Since when had he ever felt so.. conflicted? Unable to control unwanted emotions? The last time he could ever remember; he had just freshly turned 10 years old and snuck out of his room at night, only to have the misfortune of stumbling across his father disposing of his mother.

However, thinking of his parents only sparked other thoughts, other questions. Ones that felt.. right.

… Was this how he was suppose to feel once he found the one? Conflicted? Out of control? Completely entranced by her?

A glass of straight whiskey gripped in his right hand. His 6th glass. Only by now did his rage finally simmer down. His head tilted back, the last remaining gulp of alcohol sliding down his throat. Then, he stood, heading into the kitchen to toss his glass in the sink. But as the man passed by the stove, he paused.

It was still on. For all these hours.

Taehyung opened the lid, peaking at the dinner Jiyeon prepared inside. It was long past ready; partially burnt and overcooked. No where near still edible. Though, as he thought about their ruined dinner, he couldn’t help but to recall how his little prisoner hadn’t eaten since their lunch together over 12 hours ago.

3:32am illuminated on the stove’s clock, but Taehyung simply ignored it as he tossed out the old food, throwing together a quick and easy meal. Eating this late was better than skipping entirely, was it not?

“You can come out now, Jiyeonnie. I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, isn’t that right?”Taehyung hummed after walking into his room. Although, he was quick to spot the girl sound asleep in her bed. After stopping just a foot away from her, his fingers brushed away the short locks from her face. “It’s time for you to wake up now. Come on,” He grabbed her hands, pulling her up onto her feet. Like a complete 180° from his mood earlier, a small grin played on his lips as he admired Jiyeon’s dopey expression. “Well, good morning, sweetheart. Did you enjoy your nap? Come, let’s go eat.”

He didn’t give her a choice in the matter. Instead, his hand placed against her lower back, guiding her towards the bedroom door.

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

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jjungkookislife · 3 years

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The Key to My Drawer -Epilogue

pairing: best friend!taehyung x f. reader

genre: sluff, established relationship

wc: 1k

warnings: none?

date: May 5, 2021

an: i forgot about the epilogue tbh and this isn’t exactly what i had planned but i couldn’t find the notebook i plotted this in. i hope you enjoy regardless! thanks for reading!

Stirring from a peaceful sleep, your hand reaches out for your boyfriend, a frown appearing on your lips when you find his spot empty, the sheets cold. You peer open one eye, wondering if he’s just rolled to the edge of the bed, but become disappointed to see he’s not in bed. Instead, an envelope sits in his spot, piquing your curiosity.

With a yawn and a stretch, you sit up in bed, rubbing at your eyes to remove the last of your drowsiness, at least until you can get some coffee into you. You muffle another yawn, noting the door that leads out to your private section of the beach is open.

Taehyung must have headed out to watch the sunrise.

You lift the envelope, carefully pulling out the letter that sits inside, and you read it carefully.

Good morning, my love!

Sorry I’m not in bed with you, but I wanted to catch the sunrise… and Seokjin threatened to come over and wake us if I didn’t help him with breakfast. You know, I’m rethinking being his neighbor out here… kidding, sort of.

You looked so beautiful, so peaceful sleeping, so I left you for a little bit, but come out here when you’re ready, I’ll have breakfast waiting… unless you take too long to rise and I have to go get you, hmm…

Anyway, I love you and I can’t wait to see you, sleepyhead. ♥️

You smile at the letter, folding it back up and rising from the bed. You take a few minutes in the bathroom freshening up before getting dressed in a simple summer dress and sandals before making the short walk outside.

“Good morning, beautiful! I was about to get you. Breakfast took a little longer than I thought,” Taehyung grins, coming to your side to press a kiss on your cheek. You smile, your arms wrapping around his waist as your heart skips a beat. Even after two years, he still made you just as giddy as before, if not more.

“Oh?” you prompt.

“Yeah, Seokjin invited Jungkook over for breakfast and you know how rowdy they get when they’re together,” your boyfriend chuckles, shaking his head at the antics of his two friends had pulled while making breakfast. Thankfully, it was Seokjin’s kitchen that was a mess and not yours.

“Will they be coming to join us?” You ask as you notice the small table set up for two.

“No, Seokjin is making Jungkook clean the kitchen. He threw eggs and pancake batter at Jin and… I got lucky I got out unscathed.”

“Figures,” you shake your head, a laugh escaping you.

“Come,” Taehyung takes your hand in his to lead you to the table, pulling your chair out for you. The soft crash of the waves and the calls of seagulls fill the air as you bask in the gentle warmth of the morning sun.

Taehyung encourages you to eat your breakfast, fiddling nervously with his own. He moves his eggs around his plate but doesn’t actually eat them, his stomach tied in knots.

When he’s not fiddling with his food, he’s admiring your beauty. The softness of your skin, the beautiful shape of your eyes, your pretty lips that he’s dying to kiss. If you notice him staring, you don’t mention it.

Once breakfast is over— at least for you— Taehyung takes your hand and leads you to the shore. The cool water bites at your ankles, making you recoil a few steps back with a shriek. Taehyung laughs from beside you, kissing the top of your head.

“Cold?”

You nod. “I thought it would warm up by now. Are we going for a swim? I’m not wearing a swimsuit.”

“You don’t need a swimsuit with me,” Taehyung smirks and you roll your eyes, elbowing him gently.

“You wound me, my love,” he clutches his stomach dramatically and falls to his knees on the sand.

“My poor baby,” you coo, brushing his cheek with your fingertips.

“I have something for you,” Taehyung says, still on his knees as he reaches into his pocket to take out a letter. You smile, pecking his lips as you take it. You loved his letters, you got one at least once a week, along with several post-it notes to remind you of how much he loved you. You loved finding his little notes, they always brought a smile to your face.

My angel,

You mean the world to me; I hope you know that. Being at your side has been an incredible blessing. You are everything to me. I will love you forever… I will treasure you always.

Nothing in this world has brought me greater joy than to call you mine. I never thought you’d feel the same and here we are two years later just as in love. My letters from before we got together held a lot of nervousness and uncertainty, but that is no longer the case.

I am no longer uncertain about my feelings for you and never will be again. I love you, my dear. I’m in love with you and will be so for the rest of my days. I will always be at your side, no matter what difficulties hit us, we can overcome them together. There’s nothing I can’t do with you by my side.

My sweet girl, my angel… will you marry me?

You gasp, clutching the letter tightly in your hand to look at your boyfriend, who is still in the sand on one knee. He holds a black velvet box in his hand with a beautiful ring nestled inside.

“Will you marry me?” He asks nervously, his body grin making you smile.

You nod, tears rolling down your cheeks as you throw your arms around him, nearly knocking the ring out of his hands. He laughs, his eyes fluttering shut as he holds you, pressing kisses on every bit of your face.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He says in between kisses, his hands shaking as he slides the ring on your finger. He holds you delicately, his eyes glittering with happiness as you rest your head on his shoulder, ignoring the way the sand sticks to your skin.

“I love you, Tae,” you tell him genuinely, kissing his cheek as he holds you close.

Taehyung laces his fingers with yours, looking out into the ocean, wondering if Jungkook has captured the moment so he can give you a photo album later on.

“So…” Taehyung hums. “You’ll marry me, baby?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

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#the key to my drawer taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fluff #best friend!au #best friend!taehyung

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yoondles · 2 years

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CEO! Kim Taehyung x Assitant! Reader

Summary: Who knew that such a harmless yes could book you your very own “Lose Your Virginity Day!”

Themes: juSt pOrn as usual

Word Count: 3.8k, unedited

Inspo: Kim Taehyung 😔👍

Warnings: Soft Dom!taehyung, guided masturbation (f!receiving), penetrative seggs, virgin 🥥 reader, mirror seggs?, he taps the booty once, unprotected seggs and mature language. 😔👍

a/n: I ditched sleep because I kept thinking of this 🥳

“Why the fuck are you still here?”

The tall figure was looking dapper in is black suit, two of his buttons were left undone as he entered your office and settled in the chair in front of your desk. Kim Taehyung was quick to fiddle with random objects in your table.

“Same question I should be asking you.” You responded, eyes not leaving the monitor as you continued to type on one file, hissing as you typed the wrong letter.

“Well, I was talking to a client in America, what about you?” He wiggled his brows as he gazed at you, finding your serious expression amusing as he dropped everything.

“Just finishing up reports for tomorrow.” You replied in a soft voice, biting your lip as you finally reached the end of one report, renaming the file just before saving it.

“Maintenance will close up in a minute or two…”

“I can lock up the office, it’s not that hard.” Shrugging as you looked at other papers scattered in your work table, you hadn’t expected the Christmas season to be this hectic, you thought it’d be similar to last year, but then again, what situation were you in last year? You barely remember.

“My god, do you ever leave this hellhole? You should go out and do something fun, go to an orgy or something.” Giving your eyes a quick break as you stared at his face, bemused at what he just said.

“You’ve been to an orgy?” He looked just as perplexed as you are, pondering for a quick minute, eventually leaving against the chair and biting his lip before coming to a conclusion, finally answering your question. “You know what it’s complicated, but, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to want to be in an orgy.”

You sighed before taking a few stacks of paper and compiling them using a stapler, tucking them away in a random drawer before looking back at the monitor. “Just go out, you’ve been staying ‘til night for three days already, if you want I can find an orgy you can join.”

“What’s with you and orgies? Joining an orgy is the least of my priorities.” He was blabbering in front of you the moment you spoke your first word, pushing his hair back.

“Besides, I don't know if I'd like to be in one. I don’t even know if I’d enjoy sexual activities.” The chair creaked from how aggressive his movements were, his eyes went wide as he leaned closer to you. “What do you mean not enjoy sexual activities? Like I get if you don’t do it every fuckin, I don’t know, day or something. But you don’t enjoy it like, generally? Even once in a while?”

“Well, there’s a simple explanation for that… It’s just, I haven’t really gotten the time to explore.” His jaw dropped, banging the desk with one hand before standing up. “Y/N, are you a virgin?” your cheeks warmed up the moment you heard him mention the forbidden word, trying as much as possible to avoid any form of eye contact with him, because if there’s anything you’ve learned from working 8 years under Taehyung, it was that he wouldn’t drop anything so easily.

“Are you serious? Oh my God.” He was clutching his dark mane as he looked at the ceiling, so incredibly taken aback with this newfound information. “You mean to say you’ve been working with me for 8 years, and not once have you ever fucked anybody. Wow.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the door burst open, one of the maintenance staff greeted you with a good night.

“Here are the keys for the lobby area, don’t stay up too late madam.” The keys jingled as he gave them to you, he also bowed in Taehyung’s direction which he acknowledged with a nod. “Talk about timing, am I right?” he laughed as he sat down the table. “Honestly, I don’t know what to feel, like do I feel bad that you’ve been deprived your whole entire life, awe, I’m, just wow.”

“I’ve been busy, I don’t have any time to spare looking for some, penis to penetrate me.” You rolled your eyes at him, annoyed, wondering what time he’ll be leaving you alone. “Even a minute? I don’t believe that. At some point in your life you must’ve at least once thought about having sex.” He insisted, fiddling with one of the rings in his hand, licking the bottom half of his lips.

“Have not actually,”

“I mean thinking about it, the only ex you had that I know of was Jacob from HR. And honestly even I wouldn’t fuck him,” He sighed, thinking about Jacob from HR. “Oh, and that one guy from when you were an intern.”

Your ears were ringing with every word he says, Taehyung is your boss, but whenever it’s just the two of you, all boundaries disappear. You and him have been friends even before you became workmates, Taehyung’s family had been your neighbors since high school, you went to the same class, in the same school, at the same time. Your dad was his father’s assistant too, and now you were his.

“And that one guy from college too, who had the red car.” He kept listing them down. “Okay, I get it. I’m a virgin, can you please go now?”

“No, unfortunately, I can’t. It’s just such a depressing situation to be in, you know?” Groaning upon hearing him, you decided it was best to ignore him for the rest of the night. “I don’t find it depressing, at all.”

“You know, I can set you up with my friends, maybe you’d even want to have your first with me.” Silence follows. You thought he was joking at first but seeing his stoic expression made you think he was serious. “What?”

“I mean it does make sense you know, I have a penis, I’ve the experience, and you also trust me, deep down I think…” He reasoned, somewhere along the lines you were typing, everything also seemed to click in your head.

“See, you don’t find it ridiculous, at this point you’re gonna be 45 and a virgin, and that’s not really pleasing. Wow, I’m baffled at how much my idea makes sense.” He was nodding to himself, laughing as he approved his own idea.

“Well hello, are you gonna say something about it?” Maybe it was the fogginess of your brain, your sleep deprivation, but you found yourself saying “yeah, why not…” to his proposal. “Okay, so Friday, does that sound good?” Of course, you were free on Friday night. Yep, you can definitely make it.

You only realized how ridiculous the situation was when you were inside his car, driving towards his property, the opposite direction of the subdivision your families lived in. The week continued smoothly, you’ve almost forgotten about the discussion, up until you saw the reminder you’ve set for yourself… Lose Your Virginity Day! =D the reminder read.

“I just wanna say, I’m not forcing you into doing anything, if you want me to take you home, just let me know. Okay?” You found yourself in a trance, nodding to his words as he parked his car. Removing your shoes upon entering the modern house, as he led the two of you towards his room.

“You can undress, let me know if I can come in, or if you want to stop at any point. You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” You nodded, sighing heavily, wondering what type of shit you’ve gotten yourself into.

But you did this to yourself. Your decision is final, there is basically no turning back now. You heard the door close, it was your cue to start undressing yourself. Starting with your suit jacket, your top, moving to your skirt. You looked down on yourself, gulping as you realized you were in your undergarments.

You bit your lip as you reached behind, tits bouncing as they were freed from the confines of your bra, you took a moment to grasp them, caress them before peeling your underwear away. Piling your clothing on top of a random chair you found.

Your toes were curled, mind filled with unease as you felt the cold wind against your nipples, making them hard in the process as you stood in the middle of the room.

Your heart was pounding, mind racing as you sat down on his bed, pondering your decisions in life. Did you really want to do this? Of course you did. Of course you did.

Your mind was able to create a flurry of questions and in an attempt to stop them you covered yourself, stood up, before calling Taehyung’s name.

His expression remained unreadable, he scanned the entirety of your body, and the room. His brow quivered when he saw your clothing all stacked in a neat pile. His heart was also pounding heavily in his chest, it wasn’t his first time, but why did it seem like he was far more anxious than you were?

His footsteps were heavy against the carpet, his tall figure seemed imposing as he stood in front of you, looking down on you as he held you by your shoulders, taking you in front of his obnoxiously large mirror, just in front of his bed.

“Relax, okay?” You nodded timidly, fingers clutching the fabric of the blanket tighter. “Just relax,” He muttered closer to your ear this time, his voice was an octave deeper, warm hands caressing your shoulders before you felt the first form of intimacy.

His lips loomed over your jaw, ghosting over, barely touching the skin. You could feel him breathing while he looked straight into your eyes through the mirror. He stepped back, you followed him, eventually, he sat down.

His legs were spread open as he awaited for your descent, your knees buckled as you sat down in between his thighs. “I’m taking this off, again, just tell me if you want to stop. Okay?” You nodded once more, you looked at your reflection, how his slender fingertips went under the fabric before gently pulling them down, baring yourself to him.

Taehyung took a deep breath as he saw your naked figure, nose going over your shoulder, eyes closed as he inhaled your scent. “Now, I want you to listen to me. Do as I say, let me take care of you, understand?”

A faint sound of approval erupted from your lips, breath hitching as you felt him leave a kiss against the side of your neck, dark eyes captivating yours through the reflection. Your figure remained still as you gazed at how his hands gently cupped your breasts, massaging the globes of flesh in his palm, making you moan.

Your neck craned backwards at the new sensation, trying to avoid eye contact with him as he continued with his touch. “Is that okay for you, hm?” He was now leaving open mouthed kisses up your throat, making you shiver.

“Yes,”

“Ok good, now, I want you to look in the mirror. Take one of your hands,” He ordered, to which you followed “and gently part your cunt, can you do that for me?” Your breathing had been a lot heavier at this point, your hands were shaking as you did as he told, surprised to find slick in between your folds, you swallowed.

You could feel him smirking against the skin of your shoulder as he held his breath, looking at your glistening entrance. “Now, take your index finger, and create small circles on your clit. Just like that.” Again, you followed. Your hair was by his neck at this point, moaning in a very meek sound, embarrassed to be heard by him.

“Now take it downwards, feel your opening and back up again.” Your free hand had been clutching his thigh at this point, nails burrowing on the dark fabric of his slacks as you watched your finger dragging slick all over your womanhood.

Your moans had been getting louder and louder, becoming more and more comfortable and accustomed to a man watching you play with yourself. Your cunt slowly getting wetter and wetter. “Whenever you’re ready, I want you to slowly insert one finger in.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, the moment you’ve gotten permission from him, you immediately pushed past your tight ring.

You groaned, feeling the intrusion, you felt his through reverberate as he groaned upon watching you enter your small little finger inside your cunt. Juices spilled from your hole from the intrusion, as you set a pace. He held your thighs in place, as he enjoyed the view.

Your breasts moved as your hand continued its’ new found job, you felt bare. Your eyes were closed as you let yourself lean against his tough body, “you’re enjoying aren’t you?” he chuckled, watching you let yourself loose as you pounded your untouched cunt.

“Take your second finger in…” he bit your shoulder in order to get your attention, to which you flinched. He saw hesitation in your eyes, kissing your temples as a sign of comfort before you pushed your index finger alongside your middle finger.

“Oh,” you couldn’t hold back the noise, somehow feeling more pleasure with the larger intrusion, far different from the pain you were expecting. Your fingers could feel how tight your wet cunt was, feeling the spongy area within you, as you attempted to move at a faster pace.

“Very good, you’re doing so great, y/n. Such a good girl, hmm?” You were delighted to hear his praise, making you quicken your movements. “Spread your fingers, baby. It’ll feel better,” You did your best to follow his orders, making your hips move against your fingers.

“Tae, God… I feel something…” You told him, whispering against his throat as you pounded harder, unable to find anything to stop yourself as you felt indescribable pleasure. Your calves were pulled closer against the wooden frame of his bed, toes curling as your hands found his, clutching it tightly.

You felt your walls tighten, finding it harder to move your fingers as you continued to pound yourself. “You’re getting close, baby. Nothing to worry about, it’s normal.” He hummed against your throat, hands moving up to cup your breasts making you feel more in such a small amount of time. “Just pound your little cunt faster, harder… That’s it…” He watched in fascination.

“Want me to help you, hmm?” He asked, kissing your temple, “yes, please.” He chuckled upon hearing your response, you were too lost in your own pleasure, still unable to reach the end of it all despite how harsh your ministrations had been.

He let out a growl upon feeling how wet you were, the tips of his fingers danced around your clit, brushing over it gently before whispering against your ear, “harder…” You found a soft spot in your walls, a spot that drove you crazy each time you hit it. You careened against him, braided hair becoming a mess as you pushed yourself harder against his chest.

His finger pushed harder against your clit, rubbing it clockwise, making you groan. “Taehyung, I’m close, I’m close…” You purred, breathing became harder as you felt more, your insides burned before finally, you released.

You pulled your fingers out, only to have them replaced with Taehyung’s. Your hips jolted, feeling how sensitive your body was, wet fingers clutching his shoulder as your mouth gaped, unable to utter any word before your body toppled over the edge making you go through another round of pleasure.

You let out a sob at the over sensitivity, Taehyung was already shushing you. “How did that feel?”

“Good.” You were in a daze, your toes were still curled, clutching his thigh as he left another trail of kisses down your neck. Your ears were ringing, unable to comprehend much, “this is what you were missing out on… Isn’t it a shame?” He laughed against your skin, making you smile as you held him.

“I want more, Tae…” You whispered back at him, ass grinding against his clothed cock. “Hm… I think it’s best if you rest, y/n.” He gave you a small smile, but that didn’t stop you from getting what you wanted.

You’re under a trance, high from the orgasm, suddenly you were bold, your hand was quick to reach backwards before groping his cock, making him growl at you. “Please. You need it as much as I do…” You felt his tip, eyes locking with his as you begged him.

“I’m not saying I don’t, but it might be too much for you to take, you’re not yet ready.” Still it didn’t stop you. Unbuttoning his slacks, pulling his cock out of his undergarment, while he sat there, watching his assistant go crazy.

You choked upon seeing his cock, granted that it was your first time ever seeing one, you knew it was big. Tip pulsating with pre-cum, watching two large veins crawl throughout its entirety. But you’ve already decided, you knew you were ready.

He bit his lip, watching you stand before him as you finally faced his direction. Arms wrapping around his neck as you lifted your leg over his, sitting down his thighs. It was now your turn to leave hickeys on his neck, painting him in your own color.

“There’s no pressure y/n… Just take things slow, doesn’t mean you have to take your first dick today…” His large palms danced around your back, cradling the base of your neck before pulling you closer to him, sharing your first kiss. “I know, but I want to.” You couldn’t even close your hands properly around his girth, making you quiver and tremble finally realizing just how big it was.

“You’ve only made it past your first finger, baby. How small is that compared to my-” it was already too late as you positioned yourself on top of his penis, his large hands held your ass tighter as his tip made contact with your opening.

You whimpered, sighing as you felt how large he was. One hand remained wrapped around his neck, while the other spread your wet folds. “Shit,” you cursed, feeling just the very tip of his cock, his fingers already soothing your cunt, gently massaging your clit in an attempt to make it more comfortable for you.

“We can do it some other time, hm?” He whispered, but you weren’t someone to go back on your word. So you pushed yourself down, hissing almost the same time as he did. You felt a pop signaling the insertion of his tip, it was painful, yep, it definitely was.

You bit his shoulder to silence yourself, his hand supported your weight trying to prevent you from going any further down his length. A single tear formed, escalating down your nose, gasping for air as his tip was large enough to knock everything out of your feeble body. He felt your flesh gripping his manhood, holding him so snuggly, so tightly almost suffocating him.

Your walls rippled against him, chest heaving as you made your way downwards, hissing as you felt your hole being torn apart. He groaned at your actions, as you unintentionally squeezed his length. “Fucking hell,” he murmured.

Your toes were curled, hugging him tightly as you let out a few more tears. Shivering at the feeling of his dick spearing through your womanhood, ripping you apart. The skin of your cunt spread thin around him, finally reaching the bottom. “Are you okay?” He asked as you remained heaving and silent against his neck.

He was rubbing his hand against your back, as if he was able to eliminate all forms of discomfort literally right after he split your body into two. “So big,” you mused, gently rising up, before going down at a slow pace. Undulating your bottom half, slowly getting used to him being inside of you.

It took everything for Taehyung to not pound you, to stop the movement of his hips and to make you feel everything he’s got to give you. He bit his lip as he watched how you moved on top of him, staring at your reflection. He wanted you to go at your own pace, but he also had his limits.

With each rise you clenched your thin walls around him. Using his hands, he began to set his own pace, making you move faster, grind harder against him as his hips began to push upwards. You were already breathless at this point, your arms had gone limp around his neck as he pounded you from below.

“Told you to wait, didn’t I?” He chuckled darkly, your forehead against his as you sealed the distance between the two of you, no longer minding the pain caused by the friction of his movements, allowing him to lead your body.

You bit his lip, making him moan. “You just wanna be the best at everything, don’t you? Trying to take on things your feeble body can’t take…”

“Y-yes, just for you.” Your mind was fogged, gripping his hair tightly as he pounded deeper and deeper against you. Your stomach was bulging due to his length, moaning at every time you felt him inside your torso. “You’re a work of art aren’t you?”

“Willing to take on every little thing I give you, you just take everything so well…” he continued to praise you, worshiping you as he pounded harder, his dick growing undeniably large inside you as he too became desperate for release.

“Yes, everything,” you whined, letting him take over you, pushing your hips back the best you can, using one of your hands to rub your clit the same way he did. His actions stuttered every once in a while, letting you know that he was also close.

“So close, Tae… So close…” Tightening his grip on your ass before giving it a firm slap, you came undone. Your tightness milking everything out of his cock as he groaned in pure pleasure, sweat trickled down his face as dragged you along with him, the two of you laying in bed.

Cum poured out of your spent hole, a mixture of your cum. He unbuttoned his top, pulling it away from his body, only now did you realize that he was still pretty much clothed. Drawing small circles in your back, he proceeded to say “now, that wasn’t so bad, right?”

You didn’t have any strength left in your body. Completely drained, laying on top of him as you hugged him. Waking up in a fresh set of large clothes, before falling back to sleep hugging a guy peacefully snoring right beside you.

“Holy shit it finally happened, look at boss’ neck!” One of the employees laughed, clapping silently as he looked at the two of you walking hand-in-hand, a visible purple hickey in Taehyung’s neck.

“So that’s five dollars for Jeon, thirty for Seokjin, Jimin loses twenty-”

“See, if your dumb ass listened to me, you would’ve been twenty bucks richer, my God Jimin. I would’ve lost five dollars if I had listened to your assumption that they’d never end up together.”

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jinjinies · 2 years

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taehyung fic recs

all taehyung fics that i loved

will get updated constantly <3

a = angst f = fluff s = smut

✨= favourites

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bonded by @/igotbangtan_7 (wattpad) | 95 / ongoing | fuckboy!tae, kinda a vminkook fic ( theres tae x oc, jk x oc and slight jimin x oc), everyone's got trauma and demons, a bit messed up, one of my fav fics of all time, lots of mature themes beware | f, s, a ✨

monster by @/-kimtaesan (wattpad) | 85/85 | tae is oc's boss, mysterious tae, tae is hidding something, college au -ish, mafia/gang au | f, a, pinch of smut ✨

forever? forever by @/fantasybangtan (wattpad) | 24/24 | best friends/childhood friends au, named oc, jimin x oc and taehyung x oc, high school/college au | a, f, s ✨

the key to my drawer by @jjungkookislife | 11/11 + epilogue | best friends to lovers au | a, eventual s

perfectly wrong by @xpeachesncream | 15/15 | college au, fwbs au, fuckboy!tae, unrequited love | f, a, s

all i want by @ardentlyjae | 6/6 | bestfriends/childhood friends!tae, war au, reader x tae and reader x jk, strangers to lovers au, this fic hurts, love triangle, pining | ANGST ✨

One shots

paper cranes by @aquaminwrites | 18.3k | college au, best friends to lovers au, slice of life | f, s, a

everythingoes by @jamaisjoons | 24k | fuckboy!tae x Reader and Jungkook x Reader, infidelity, toxic relationship, 2 love interests | s, slight fluff, angsty

first light by @inktae | 24.8k | based on hotarubi no mori e, jk x reader and tae x reader | f, mainly a

let it snow by @suga-kookiemonster | 18.8k | fwb au, snowed in au | s, f

poetry of the stars by @jjiimin | 25.4k | friends to enemies to lovers, best friend’s brother au, hurt/comfort au, character death | f, a ✨

cheater by @personasintro | 16.8k | infidelity au, gradual, it goes through the phases which makes it even more heartbreaking | s, a ✨

the art of broken love by @moonlightchildz | 21.2k | best friend's ex, pining | a, s

heatwave by @curly-bangtan | 12k | roommate au, friends to lovers au, crack | s, tiny a

the holi-date by @kpopfanfictrash | 40k | fake dating au, neighbours au | f, s ✨

good luck charm by @gukyi | 11k | best friends to lover au, roommates au, unrequited love, actor au | f, a

heart strung symphonies by @inkedtae | 12.6k | college au, opera singer!tae x pianist!reader, friends to lovers au, slow burn | a, s, f

rupture; rapture by @inkedtae | 13.2k | exes au, friends to lovers?, enemies to lovers?, rekindled lovers?, sculptor au | a, s

say my name by @jamaisjoons | 13k | roommate au, mutual pining, pwp, ft. jk | slight f, s

right amount of wrongs by @taegularities | 15.9k | best friends to lovers, high school au, unrequited love | s, a, f

shutout by @ughseoks | 10.4k | hockey player!tae x coach’s daughter!reader, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, college au, miscommunication | f, a, s

can't fake a feeling by @bubmyg | 12.4k | best friends to lovers au, college au, fuck boy!au without the smut, very loosely based off of to all the boys i’ve loved before | f, a

last updated: 02/05/22

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alpacaparkaseok · 2 years

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How to Sell Sunshine |10.5|

Chapter 10.5 The Distraction

In which you look for a distraction in the wrong place.

→ Pairing: mafia!BTS x reader (not poly)

→ word count: 1.8k (small but packs a punch?)

→ warnings/tags: reader is dealing with grief that she doesn't understand, lots of crying, arsonist!Jin has a heart of gold, the green Lambo is backkk

→ a/n: we're back to the normal timeline in this chapter! this takes place following the events of chapter 9. happy reading, as always, it helps me more than you know to hear from you! ALSO, HBD JIN THIS ONE IS FOR YOU

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“Get out of my way.”

“Gladly, once you tell me where you’re going.”

You weren’t all that surprised to have run into Seokjin at this late hour. He blended in perfectly with the shadows on the front porch, only stepping out into the moonlight when he heard the keys jangling in your grasp as you walked out the front door.

“Move.”

Seokjin doesn’t budge. Rather, he steps even closer until he’s teetering on the step just below you. Eye to eye, his glint dangerously in the moonlight.

“It’s four in the morning. Wherever you’re going, it’s someplace stupid.”

You scoff even as you press the keys further into your palm. “Well done, Seokjin. You’ve finally learned how to tell time.”

Shouldering past him with a little too much force, you make a beeline for the open garage. Your blood is pumping too loud for you to even hear him coming up behind you, so when you’re just about to reach the driver’s side of Taehyung’s favored green Lamborghini, you feel cold hands on your shoulders instead.

Seokjin spins you around fast enough to give you whiplash. A small sound of protest pushes past your lips as he pins you against the side of the car with little care. The cold pierces through your ratty t-shirt that Jungkook had pulled out of your drawer hours earlier. You hadn’t bothered to say anything when he told you to change into your pajamas and get into bed.

At the moment, all you’d wanted was to drift off to sleep.

To forget.

But now…

“Let go of me!” You seethe, pushing back. He doesn’t move, only catching your wrists in his hands and pressing them back against the car. “Seokjin stop!” He pries the keys from your grip, cursing under his breath.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” He shouts back.

A wave of panic crests, drowning you as you become trapped in his iron-tight grip. Eyes squeezed shut, you gasp for breath while whispering for him to stop over and over again.

You don’t even realize that he already let go until you open your eyes to find him several steps away from you. The eyes that meet yours are wide and panicked as he takes you in. There’s a tremor in his hands as he holds the keys up.

“I-” he chokes on the word, shaking his head and starting over. “I’m sorry.” He chances a step forward but stops. “I’m so sorry.”

You’re just now realizing that there are hot tears trailing down your cheeks. Hot shame washes over you as your outburst, but you can’t bring yourself to wipe the tears away. Instead, you stare at Seokjin long and hard.

Stare at him and will yourself to see him and not Yadiel’s towering figure. The ghost of him pulses through your memory like a poltergeist.

And suddenly the sobs rip through your chest as the full weight of everything that has happened over the past twelve hours hits you.

“S-Seokjin-ah,” you wail, the sound of your cries echoing off the walls of the garage. “Jin…”

He’s there to catch you before your legs give way.

Together the two of you sink to the ground. He pulls you into his arms that just seconds ago were all you wanted to get out of, and now you cling to as if they were your lifeline.

“Come here,” Jin whispers as he props himself up against the Lamborghini. “Shh, come here.” He whispers it as if you could get any closer, but you heed him anyway as you bury yourself against him. Your vaguely aware of the feel of his pulse against your nose as you duck your head into his neck, but you can’t focus on it as the pain tears your apart.

“He’s gone,” you blabber. “He’s gone.”

Jin cradles you even tighter. “I know. I know.”

“I hated him so much.”

“I know, jagiya.” If you were more aware of your surroundings, you might have noticed Hoseok standing in the doorway, concern written all over his face. Jin waves him off, and the hitman reluctantly turns away.

“I hated him, Jin.”

Jin’s eyes slip shut as you shake and tremble in his arms. “Let it all out. Breathe.”

You take a shuddering breath, pulling away just enough to see Jin’s eyes. He regards you with heartbreaking gentleness, his hands surprisingly steady as he brushes your tangled hair back out of your swollen eyes.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you let out bitter sobs.

“So why does it hurt so much?”

Jin watches as your heart shatters right before his eyes. He pulls you closer once more, almost as if he could catch the pieces with his bare hands. Like if he can hold you tight enough, it might stop you from breaking.

It gets worse before it gets better.

Your head is pounding from all the crying by the time you detach yourself from the gentle arsonist. He seems hesitant to let you go, but he doesn’t try to stop you from getting up.

You wipe a few stray tears away as Jin gets up, hiding a grimace from sitting on the hard floor for so long. “I- I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, dusting his jeans off. “There’s nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. It’s ok to cry.”

“I just…don’t understand.”

“Why it hurts?”

You nod, avoiding his eyes. Jin steps forward, taking your hands in his own callused ones. He leans forward and places a soft kiss atop your head as if it were second nature.

“It hurts, jagiya, because even though he was an awful one, he was still your father.” Jin’s voice is low and warm. “It hurts because there was no way you could have expected this. It hurts-” he wipes a tear right as it escapes from your eyes. “-because you never expected that you wouldn't get to say goodbye.”

The truth cuts clean through you.

It’s all too easy to fall back into his arms. Nevermind the fact that the sun is rising and your bones ache. It all fades away as you reach for him and find him with his arms already open.

He lets you sway on your feet, keeping the two of you steady as he plants his chin atop your head. A few more tears slip out, but that’s all you can manage. Instead, you allow your tired body to lean up against Jin’s warm chest.

Jin’s fingers run through your hair, gently easing the knots from it. With each pass of his hand your headache lessens until you’re practically purring in his arms. He’s whispering something to you, but it doesn’t quite make sense. It takes a few moments before you realize he isn’t speaking English at all. Instead, a soft Korean lullaby reaches your ears.

“Seokjin-ah,” you whisper against his skin. Your nose brushes up against his pulse point, and you go still as you feel how his heart races when you gently exhale over his skin. Your own heart races to match it.

“Hmm?” He hums above you. You nuzzle deeper against him, feeling the way his chest vibrates with the noise.

Fingers drifting down your spine, Jin leans his head back and stares at the bright lights of the garage. All he can feel is the way you’re nosing along his neck, causing goosebumps to pop up on his arms. He squints harder at the lights, willing himself to not feel anything.

But those are your hands now that are scratching at the nape of his neck. He looks down at you with wide eyes, shocked to see you already looking at him with a look in your eye he’s never seen before.

Looking like you might walk through fire for the fun of it, you allow yourself to push the pain aside and lose yourself in the man before you. Has he always been this beautiful? Even under the harsh lighting of the garage there’s not a single blemish that you can spy.

Has he always been so kind? Since when did the feared arsonist become your rock? Your heart stops altogether when he studies your face with similar curiosity before wetting his lips with his tongue.

Your pain lingers in the back of your mind, waiting for the next moment to pounce. But you focus on those plump lips, knowing full well the way to push the pain away.

He takes a deep breath. “We should go insi-”

“Kiss me.”

Jin freezes mid-sentence, red coloring his already flushed cheeks. “W-what?”

You let your fingers slide into his hair now, utterly delighted as his eyes flutter shut for a brief second at the feeling. “Please, Jin. I need you.”

The two of you are dangerously close. All it would take is you on your tippy toes and your lips would be against his. The thought sets you aflame, burning away any other thought. No fear, no grief remains. All that’s left is Jin and the way his eyes are on yours, searching.

“You need a distraction,” he responds, almost questioningly. “You want me to distract you.”

Will that get him to kiss you? You nod along, because that sounds like it will take you in the direction you want to go. “Distract me.”

Eyes glazing over, Jin allows himself to bring his hand to your cheek. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, agonizingly slowly. Your eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling. There’s no pain here, just Jin. You shiver as he exhales and his breath ghosts over your lips. He’s closer now, so close-

“I don’t-” Jin voice sounds strained, and your eyes fly open just in time to see the desire in his eyes melting away to amused indifference. “I don’t do distractions, sweetheart. You have the Italian for that.”

He peels away from you, avoiding your eyes that surely reflect the cold shock coursing through your veins. You watch, utterly mute, as Jin ascends the stairs and disappears into the house, leaving the door wide open. A clear order for you to come inside.

A couple of minutes later, you collect yourself enough to head in. Jin is nowhere in sight, much to your relief. You can’t decide which is worse: that you just came on to the man that was trying to comfort you, or the fact that you didn’t get to feel his lips on yours.

Both. You settle for both.

You consider finding solace in Jungkook’s arms for a long time before finally retreating to your own room. Staring up at the ceiling in continued shock, you hardly notice your eyes drooping until you’re nearly asleep.

It’s on the cusp of your dream that you realize Jin lied perfectly.

He provided the perfect distraction.

Because now it’s him, and not Yadiel or your father, that follows you into your dreams.

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hi my name is B and I'm soft for Seokjin

also hehe please don't murder me I SWEAR EVERYTHING WILL TURN OUT ALRIGHT BY THE END OK

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Hewwooo!!! Do you have any fic recs where the boy is the piner one? and oblivious!oc or something like that... it's always the other way around 😣😣 thank you so much!

🌷 Hello anon! These are what I remember.. Strangely most of them are part of my #holygrailfics which I marked with a carrot 🥕 But, everything is a must read 🥰

UNREQUITED LOVE AUs - Member!Pining

💔 Most of the stories will eventually achieve redamancy. There are just few fics here where it’s unrequited all throughout

Re: Untitled @to-star-lake - Jungkook 🥕

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Acquaintances, Enemies to Lovers, CEO/Executives, Angst, Smut, Fluff [4/4][

This is really one of my favorite discoveries 🥰 At that time there wasn’t much info or even comments on the fic so if you’re not as daring to try fics out, it’s easy to assume it’ll be just a regular story. But I'm glad my curiousity won because this is such a gem. It was painful and lovely unpacking all the discoveries in their relationship (or lack of) per chapter 🥰. I swear the plot “twists” per episode made the fic extra memorable.

Frost Impressions @fortunexkookie - Jungkook 🥕

↳ Teacher AU, Gamer AU, Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers, Best Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers AU, Humor, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Smut, Heavy Pining, Slight Angst [one shot]

ugh this just puts a smile on my face every time I remember this. I was just thinking about this Jungkook the other day. OC is oblivious because, well, they have this E2L thing going on. Plus he didn’t exactly give a great FIRST IMPRESSION. So many AUs thrown in but author was able to squeeze it all and produce this masterpiece. It’s just a feel-good fic 🥰

Love So Shallow @jimlingss - Taehyung 🥕

↳ Best Friend AU, College AU, eventual Roommate AU, eventual Pining [3/3]

also one of the best written OCs in fic land. Please read this gem. I still gush over how their relationship developed and you’ll see how the “pining” develops too. It’s a great Love Yourself theme too!

Paper Cranes @aquaminwrites - Taehyung 🥕

↳ Slice of Life, Childhood Friends, Best Friend AU, College [one shot]

Ugh my heart ached for this Taehyung. I don’t know why I feel bad for him (I mean, it wasn’t as if he was to be pitied) but the way author wrote his story is guaranteed to pull at your heartstrings.

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The Key to My Drawer @jjungkookislife - Taehyung 🥰

↳ Best Friend AU, Childhood Friends, Epistolary (letter form, some parts), Angst, Smut [12/12]

I was just thinking about this the other day because we’re just waiting for the last chapter/epilogue and then I saw the notif on ao3 that it got updated. What do you do when you get hold of a key to a drawer and discover unsent letters from your best friend? All addressed to you? It’s such a creative way to tell a story and I enjoyed this very much 🥰

(please access the rest of the chapters through the author’s masterlist)

Please Be Naked @floralseokjin - Yoongi 🥕

↳ Rebound AU, OC is Namjoon’s Ex, Namjoon is Yoongi’s ex-friend [8/8]

“you were still a little unsure why he and your ex....had bad blood.” of course we all want to tell OC why! Seriously, this is a classic if you haven’t read this yet. Yoongi’s just top-tier in this. Unforgettable characterization. Even if you are not into Yoongi fics, this is a must read for bts fics in general. The angst/smut is just 👌; then read the drabbles for the fluffy future

One Thing Right by hobios - Jungkook 🥕

↳ Arranged Marriage AU, Fake Marriage AU, Childhood Friends AU, Enemies to Lovers, Police Office AU, slow burn [8/8]

So I am adding this to every fic rec list because like RE: Untitled, there’s a lot of discoveries in this fic. It’s always a question why Sheriff Jeon will agree to a marriage of convenience (I mean he’s committing fraud in a way). So it’s wonderful to discover a lot things about their story since they had a falling out.

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Roses, Poetry, and Jeon @seraphimguks - Jungkook ⭐☕💌

↳ bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst [one shot]

This is just so beautiful and it is like curling up by the window on a rainy day with a warm hot chocolate. I think in my review I said the shift to Jungkook’s POV is like seeing poetry in action. Must read and instantly a favorite of mine

Tinder 2.0 @tayegi - Jungkook 🥕 🔥

↳ sex app/room, Coworker, Enemies to Lovers, Crack, Smut [one shot]

This is kind of different from the rest of this list because it’s more crack and smuttier. The pining is not as intense but it’s there. Please give this a read too.

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Fluff and Smut @jinggabitch - Jungkook

↳ smut, porn star JK, OC is a fluffer, one-sided pining [drabble]

Porn star JK is in love with his fluffer. - I remember reading this months ago and I found it so cute. Though it’s just a drabble, which means the story didn’t continue on, I got invested in this JK and hoped he gets what he wants.

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Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - Jungkook ⭐🔥

↳ FWB AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with Benefits, College, Bad Boy AU, Smut [4/?]

please click the link to the masterpost so you’ll access the very first story. Maybe it didn’t start out pining at first but the recent chapters we see Jungkook getting so affected over OC (it’s mutual but I feel at this point its more JK trying so hard not to show heart eyes 😍). Ugh, the joy I feel whenever this gets updated. Still ongoing but better start on this since some chapters are over 10k+ wc.

Hot Enough @soft-sarcasm - Yoongi ⭐🔥

↳ College AU, Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, Yoongi caught feelings (kind of Unrequited AU), Smut, Angst [one shot]

I’ve read years this years ago and when I decided to officially have a blog, it took me months to find this. It’s just memorable because usually it’s the female catching feelings in a friends-with-benefits scenario. But here, OC actually rejected him (that’s the start of the story). Please read and find out what happens next.

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First Love @jungnoir - Yoongi

↳ bestfriend au, OC about to get married

so this is sad at first because it’s only hours away from her wedding but read until the end 😍

Not Yet + Almost @bratkook - Jungkook

↳ neighbor AU, kinda fake boyfriend (on the spot) to annoy OC’s Ex [2/?]

ahh this is cute. I shouldn’t be smiling at Jungkook’s pain but it was just so cute. It’s more of mutual pining though. The first drabble is more on JK’s while Almost we get to see OC’s thoughts. So, I guess in the third???

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Pining 101 @guklvr - Jungkook

↳ hospital au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, humor, fluff [drabble series]

a collection of drabbles based on pediatricsurgeon!jk dealing with his crush on generalsurgeon!reader. Read if you’re looking for something light and humorous.

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Sidekick @bananagukkie - Jungkook

↳ superhero au, best friend au, fluff [one shot]

You didn’t realize that your best friend was in love with you or the fact that he was Busan’s “newest” hero.

Lifting the Veil @/fortunekookie - Jungkook 😭

↳ real unrequited love/pining, friends to lovers, smut, angst [one shot]

so yeah I guess read this first because it sure is angsty then read other fluffy fics (like Pining 101 or Frost Impressions)

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Requiem @cinnaminsvga - Jungkook

↳ pretend confession!au, angst [drabble]

Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life. - so yeah, let’s cry about it 😭

Unveil @nijoonie - Jimin

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends to Lovers

angsty tones in the beginning. Jimin is such a dear 🥺

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Best of Me @/floralseokjin - Jimin

↳ Best Friend AU, OC just got heartbroken, angst

ugh just angst all over. The ending is hopeful but still sad?

Piece by Piece @underthejoon - Seokjin x Reader x Hoseok ⭐

↳ bestfriend au, fwb au, love triange, a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you. Smut, Angst [drabble series]

if you are not into love triangles, I think this will, well not change your mind because some people strongly dislike love triangle themes, but it’ll make the LT themes bearable. The writing is just beautiful and actually I’ve reblogged this for Hobiuary Day (one day I was on Hobi lockdown just reblogging purely favorite Hoseok fics) but I haven’t written a review or reaction yet. Read and explore their relationship dynamics 😭🥰

🌷 so, I don’ recall a Namjoon fic where he’s the one pining (usually it’s the OC).

I had a great time recalling scenes from each fic (and what made the pining so angsty) 🥰. So, please enjoy!

#🌷 chats #anon #bts unrequited love #bts mutual pining #bts fic recs #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts angst #ggukkiereadingcollection #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook fic recs #taehyung fic recs #yoongi fic recs #jimin fic recs

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bangtangalicious · 3 years

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted.

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.

He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why.

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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eternally-writing · 3 years

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splish splash | myg

genre : fluff

rating : G

pairing: Yoongi x reader

theme: idol!au, established relationship! au

word count: 2k

warnings: none

synopsis: After a long day, you and Yoongi try to take a bath together

This was a request from @gloryofroses19 that you can read here!

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“You look dead, babe”

Yoongi was standing at your door, knocking on your door instead of pulling out his spare key since he was so tired. He looked a little bit like a zombie, except a very handsome one.

He knew that you would always have his favorite snacks on hand so he could always come to your place after practice to enjoy some tangerines and get some time away from the dorms (after all, after 7 hours of practice with the boys he did need a break from him), and to be honest, with how tired felt he didn’t even know how he managed to drive himself over to your place.

“Oof, i need to sit down babygirl, today was brutal and my muscles are going to give out on me if I try to take another step”

He plopped down with a grunt onto your couch, pulling a pillow into his chest. He immediately sank like a heavy rock in the ocean into the soft material of your couch.

Shaking your head at your boyfriend clearly having overworked himself, you walked over with a plate of oranges and a glass of cold water.

“I can’t give you the same rant about not overworking yourself every week Yoongi,” you said with a slightly frustrated tone. You continued on to explain why he needed to take care of himself - all with love though of course.

Taking one hand to rub it through his hair, you sat on the arm of the couch beside him.

He couldn’t help the light moan that escaped his lips at your hands caressing his scalp. It was a sharp contrast to how his muscles felt a mere couple of hours ago at the dance studio.

Lightly grabbing your hand, he tried to move it away.

“Baby you have to stop, or I’m - “

He stopped partway to let you a big yawn, stretching his legs simultaneously. You could practically feel him unravel under your touch, voicing his reactions to you.

“What was I saying again? I’m gonna, I’m gonna fall asleep babe,” murmured Yoongi with half closed eyelids.

“Just stay the night, you look way too exhausted to even move,” you cooed to him, taking in his exhausting figure beneath you.

Yoongi groaned, wishing that he could accept your offer, but he knew he really shouldn’t (especially if he wanted to get to practice at 8am tomorrow).

“Trust me babe, I would, but I need to shower so badly. You and I both know that I stink right now.”

You laughed and hugged him tightly for effect.

“That’s a non-issue Yoongi. I love you, even if you smell like…”

You took a dramatic whiff in to smell your boyfriend.

“Sweat and tteokbokki and…” Your face turned in confusion as you tried to decipher the last smell. Yoongi jumped in to finish your sentence.

“Taehyung’s new cologne”

You repeated it affirmatively with a slight grimace painting your face. “Taehyung’s new cologne.”

To his dismay, you began to drag your boyfriend off of your couch and towards your bathroom, because you were not about to let your freshly-washed sheets pick up Yoongi’s scent.

--♡♡–

It didn’t take an engineer to see that fitting both you and Yoongi into your bathtub was going to be no simple task.

Your studio apartment was the perfect size for you to live in before you started dating Yoongi. Over time, Yoongi started by having a toothbrush in your bathroom, then his clothes started to form a small pile in your bedroom, then you cleared out part of a drawer for him. Somehow, your apartment seemed to grow to accommodate the two of you together. Correction: all of your apartment seemed to grow to fit the two of you except for your bathtub.

Until Yoongi came into your life you believed showers were just about hygiene, a quick 5 minutes to hop in, scrub down your body, and hop out. Yoongi on the other hand, found that baths were the biggest luxury he missed during all of his trainee days. One time when he took a bath at your place you put in a tangerine scented bath bomb you bought him for Christmas, and he swore he saw heaven with how relaxed the bath made him.

Although throughout your relationship Yoongi had managed to convince you to try many new things (like drinking a cup of water before every meal or watching Brooklyn Nine Nine), he had yet to convince you to try the so-called wonders of baths. That was at least until now.

Compromise was basically Yoongi’s middle name, as he conceded to your pleas for him to sleep over with the condition that you take a bath with him. He mustered up his last bits of energy to throw some puppy dog eyes at you that you knew you couldn’t resist. And the smile that graced his face after you said yes confirmed to you that you definitely made the right decision.

That brought you to here. You and Yoongi were just staring at your tiny tiny tub, wondering how this was even going to work. Putting the knowledge from your one high school physics class to work, you realized that you would need to fill the tub with less water than usual.

As soon as the tub was filled, Yoongi was quick to shed his clothes and hop in, immediately moaning in response to how the water instantly began to relax his muscles. He took a couple seconds to enjoy the sensation before beckoning for you to join him.

Still apprehensive, you hoped that you could back out of your deal and tried to make him settle for you just sitting on the edge of the tub, promising to wash his hair (and in the words of your favorite TV character Charles Boyle, it was the most intimate thing you could do to a partner with your fingers).

However, Yoongi started to splash some water like a frustrated child, begging for you to join him with his open arms. The sight of your boyfriend eager to spend time with you was something that you couldn’t resist. You started to peel off your shorts and sweater and then took your favorite place - right in Yoongi’s arms. However, you didn’t reach that without any difficulties, bumping your arm on three different places before reaching your man.

You hit a slight snag as you realized that your knees were barely extended away from your chest, unable to even stretch out your legs. Half submerged in the water, you craned your head around to give Yoongi a look that said “I told you so, this isn’t going to work”.

Not taking no for an answer, Yoongi pulled you closer to him in his lap, placing you on his thighs to give you a couple extra inches of leg room. His hands also crawled up to your shoulders, started to lightly massage the knots that had accumulated over time. The relaxation that overcame you was overwhelming - your head came to rest on his shoulder, letting his magic fingers work their way over you.

“Mmm Yoongi, I thought this was supposed to help you relax? And even though this feels amazing, I want to help you relax.”

Yoongi didn’t stop his ministrations, and he whispered in your ear.

“You’re another part of me, Y/N. Seeing you relaxed makes me feel even more relaxed.”

You grinned at his sweet words and wanted to give him a big kiss, but that proved to be a difficult task as you felt your knee collide with the side of the porcelain tub with a bang.

Hearing you groan in pain, Yoongi immediately scooped you closer into his arms, bringing your knee up to be inspected by him. With his self-learned medical knowledge, he declared that the bump was nothing a little kiss couldn’t fix, and he began to pepper kisses all over your knee, getting distracted as his kisses also started drifting upwards on your thighs. The scenario seemed all too silly and domestic, and it made you both laugh harder than you should. You pulled his head away from your body, knowing that he was far too tired to get through anything but that he would get caught up in his ministrations.

After you both resumed your original positions, Yoongi swept a hand through his hair and pulled you closer to him. He leaned closer to whisper in your ear and you expected to hear him whisper sweet nothings to you - instead in Yoongi-fashion, he had instead blurted out -

“Should we put some bubbles in here?”

Instantly, you chuckled. Still not receiving an answer from you, Yoongi continued on.

“You keep telling me that you haven’t had a bath since you were little - and who doesn’t like bubbles?”

Yoongi had a great point, and your next question of “where are we even going to find bubble solution” was quickly answered by your boyfriend pointing to a gracious welcoming gift that had been collecting dust on a shelf in your bathroom.

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For most couples, a romantic bath probably meant that there would be candles and rose petals, but you and Yoongi didn’t need all that. Each others’ presence was all you’ve ever wanted and all you’ve ever needed (although the bubbles were a nice addition).

You felt Yoongi’s fingers tapping on you on the shoulder, gesturing for you to attempt to turn around to face him.

You were met with the sight of Yoongi piling bubbles onto his chin to create a faux beard. He was unable to stop his giggles from bubbling over, making the bubbles on his face fly off into the air.

“C’mon, give it a try Y/N”.

His hands were full of bubbles and he began layering them on top of your head, making something that one could only assume was a party hat created out of bubbles.

“That’s my pretty girl”

No matter how many times Yoongi said that to you, it still brought a blush onto your cheeks. You leaned in to give him a peck on the lips, only to grimace as you were met with the taste of soap in your mouth.

With more stolen kisses, some light shoulder massages, and a couple bumps and snags as you navigated your tiny tub, you and Yoongi managed to relax and unwind after a long, tiring day.

“I love you Y/N”

You smiled and let yourself relax further into his hold.

“I love you too babe, always”

“Enough to clean up all the water that we’ve spilled out of your bathtub by now?”

You playfully splashed your boyfriend, tickling his sides slightly to make him squirm before you settled back into his hold.

“Oh shush, that’s a later problem, just let me enjoy cuddling with you for now. The smell of Taehyung’s new cologne is finally starting to fade.”

Maybe baths weren’t so bad after all.

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If you like what you read please make sure to interact/follow! Thank you for reading ♡ - Emily

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escapewithbts · 3 years

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Reassurance - Taehyung

Author’s note/warnings(?): insecure y/n, so much angst, tbh Tae is kind of a moody dick(sorry), they still have things to work out at the end let’s be real

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You returned home from the grocery store and opened the apartment door to find Taehyung sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. His long black hair was tousled messily upon his head, the curls of his bangs falling into his eyes. He was wearing brown cardigan over a plain white t shirt that was tucked into a pair of olive colored trousers.

“Hey Tae? Will you please help me put the groceries away?” you called to him as you set the bags on the kitchen counters.

You received no response so you walked into the living room where he was still looking at his phone.

He hadn’t said one word to you.

“Taehyung,” you said.

His dark eyes looked up at you, his expression blank.

Oh how you missed his smile.

“Will you please help me?” you asked again calmly.

He sighed and rose up from the couch,

“Yeah, but I gotta go in a few minutes.”

You cocked your head.

“Where are you going?”

He brushed passed you and replied with a simple, “Out.”

This was how most of your conversations had been lately and you hated it. So short. So empty. You didn’t even remember how it was before. Now he made it seem like talking to you was a chore.

You followed him into the kitchen.

“Out? Where out?” you questioned gently.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Why do you have to know everything, (y/n)?”

You winced. His words stung.

Your mouth went dry and you could feel tears welling up.

“I just would like to know where my boyfriend is going… People tell each other those kind of things when they’re in a relationship,” you muttered.

He started rummaging through the bags and putting things in the refrigerator.

“Are you hanging out with Seoyeon?” you asked quietly, looking down at your hands.

He turned to you and sighed.

“If you must know, yes.”

Those words stung even more and you felt your heart ache.

Seoyeon was an actress who Taehyung had met through a mutual friend. She was beautiful; thick black hair, big eyes, plump lips, long legs, pale skin and a thin waist… basically everything you weren’t. You didn’t mind Taehyung having friends that were female, you trusted him, but with the way things had been between you two lately you couldn’t help but feel insecure. They often got photographed together and you had to admit she brought out Taehyung’s handsomeness even more. Two beautiful people who belonged together.

Your hands started shaking and your throat felt tight.

“You hang out with her more than your actual girlfriend,” you said, your voice slightly raised.

He stopped putting the cucumbers in the vegetable drawer and turned to face you.

“We’re friends, (y/n). And you know why I hang out with her. It’s for publicity. This way I stay relevant and- you know what, no, I don’t have to explain this to you every goddamn day,” he slammed the drawer shut.

You winced again at his outburst. You hated seeing Taehyung mad more than anything. But it was almost getting to be too much. You didn’t like hanging around in the shadows. You didn’t like the rumors of them being romantically linked all over the tabloids. You were worried all the time; and you wished the world could know you were his.

“Tae, I’m sorry, I just want to be able to have a normal relationship with you. I want to go out on dates and hold hands in public. I don’t care about the media or paparazzi. I just don’t want the world thinking you’re with someone else…” you trailed off as the tears slowly started to fall.

Your whole body was shaking and you felt small. Nothing made you feel worse than conflict with Taehyung.

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. then covered his face as he shook his head.

“I’m not going to have this conversation with you again, (y/n),” he responded, grabbing his keys from the counter.

He walked out of the kitchen to the front door. You followed.

“Tae, please,” you croaked wiping the tears from your face, “you can’t just walk away all the time. Can’t we fix this?”

He opened the door and turned back to you.

“You don’t understand or listen when I tell you why I do this and that there’s nothing going on between me and her. I don’t know what to do anymore, I’m tired of it, (y/n).”

More tears fell.

“Are you tired of me? Do you want me to go?”

He looked down at his keys and fiddled with them.

His silence was all the answer you needed.

Your heart sank and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The tears came down even harder.

You turned to walk away from him. You couldn’t look at him and you couldn’t keep this conversation going anymore.

“(y/n)…” he called softly after you.

The word carried more sympathetic emotion in his voice than any had in weeks.

�� “Jesus Tae, just go,” you sobbed, “Please.”

He sighed and didn’t move for what felt like eternity but must have only been a few seconds.

Finally you heard his footsteps get farther away and the front door close behind him.

You opened your eyes to a completely dark apartment, the only light coming from the floor to ceiling windows that looked over the city of Seoul.

You searched for you phone that had fallen between the couch cushions.

No missed calls.

No texts.

Nothing.

You sat up and rubbed you aching eyes.

It had been 5 hours since Taehyung left and you hadn’t heard from him since.

You got up from the sofa and walked over to the window, looking out into the beautiful early Summer night.

Were Taehyung and you breaking up for good? Where would you go if you had to leave?

The questions made your heart ache as you looked out at the city that you never hesitated to call your home. You had been here for 8 months now, when Taehyung and you decided to move in together. It had all been perfect, until 2 months ago when Taehyung was introduced to Seoyeon. It didn’t bother you at first, but when he actually started to hang out with her all the time you despised it. It was like he was living this whole other life and you weren’t in it.

All of a sudden your phone started buzzing, and for a split second you hoped it was him.

“Kookie” was the name on the screen, with a picture of Jungkook making a silly face underneath.

Was he calling because he had talked to Taehyung? Did you really want to talk to Jungkook right now? He was definitely the member of the band other than Taehyung you were closest to. And him being one of Taehyung’s best friend, too, many times he was the middle ground in your relationship.

You touched the green accept button and held the phone to your ear.

“Kook?” you said in a raspy tone.

You forgot it had been hours since you last spoke.

“(y/n)? You there?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

“I’m here,” you croaked.

“I heard what happened.”

You stayed quiet.

“I’m going to give the same speech to you that I did to Taehyungie, okay?”

You sighed, slightly annoyed that this was suddenly everyone else’s business.

Jungkook continued.

“Look, I don’t know what has been going on these past few weeks but I DO know that you and Taehyung-ah are perfect for each other. I have never seen such a better couple. All of us want what you guys have. (y/n), we all love you, and hyung loves you. We don’t want you to go anywhere… Okay?”

Tears started falling from your eyes as you cried softly into the phone.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, I am just trying to help,” Jungkook said, “I don’t want either of you to do something stupid.”

“I’m s-scared, Kook,” you finally choked out between sobs, “I think he wants me to leave.”

You could almost hear Jungkook rolling his eyes on the other end.

“He does not, (y/n), come on. You’re the best thing he’s ever had, and he knows that.”

You inhaled a deep breath.

“I think it’s different this time,” you replied quietly.

Suddenly you heard the front door open and footsteps coming towards you. You turned on the light next to the couch and was met with Taehyung standing at the opposite end of the living room.

“Hey, Kook, I have to go, Taehyung is home.”

“Do whatever you can to fix this! I’m serious!” you hear Jungkook say as you end the call.

Taehyung and you just stared at each other. His face was puffy and you noticed his eyes were bloodshot.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and took a deep breath.

Your heart pounded as you waited for him to speak.

“I was so afraid you had left,” he finally said gently, looking you directly in the eyes.

You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry again.

“I didn’t hang out with her today. I couldn’t. All I did was drive around for hours and hours thinking. I wasted almost a whole tank of gas…” he trailed off, looking down at the floor.

He placed his hand on his forehead and pushed his bangs back, trying to think of what to say. He sighed and stepped toward you.

“I’m just so sorry, (y/n). I’ve been so horrible to you lately. I see that now. There’s no excuse, but please know I’m sorry.”

“Tae..” you squeaked out through falling tears.

He stepped closer to you and you noticed fresh tears welling up in his eyes,

“Truly, I am. For everything. For being such a shit boyfriend recently. For being a complete ass to you. I don’t know how you have put up with it but I’m so glad you have. All of this tore you away from me, the most important person in my life, and I hate myself for doing this to you. I would never hurt you, never cheat on you, but it wasn’t fair of me to not give you the reassurances you needed. You deserve someone so much better than me and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He immediately put his arms around your waist and held you tight. You inhaled with your face in his neck, where the smell of his familiar cologne was always strongest.

“My (y/n)…” he whispered in your ear as he ran his hand through your hair.

You looked up at his smiling face, tears gently streaming down his cheeks.

“I missed you so much. I missed us so much,” you said to him softly while tangling your fingers in his thick curls.

He didn’t waste a second more. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss. It felt so overdue yet so familiar. You had forgotten how addicting his taste was, how in sync your mouths always seemed to be.

He pulled away briefly to utter the words you always longed to hear,

“I love you, (y/n),” he kissed you again, “I’ll always love you.”

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《 Halloween in June 》

summary ↠ It’s been 6 months since you and Taehyung have made it official, and it’s been nothing but sarcastic roast sessions and the occasional binge of Criminal Minds on Netflix, but for the last of those glorious months, a rather strange arrival has made himself known to the closing baristas at your place of work. Which brings you to the newly normalized routine of your closing shifts: the weird guy (who wears demon horns?) is seen stalking the outside of the shop again, Taehyung specifically asks you not to work the shift alone, and you do exactly what you always do...work the shift alone.

genre ↠ angsty angst ooO

member ↠ kim taehyung

warnings ↠ physical violence | stalking

word count ↠ 5.1k

moodboard credit to @jiminspjm

"Don’t close by yourself tonight,Y/N. I mean it.”

The words of your boyfriend, Taehyung, sternly imparted by soft lips against your temple while you’d prepared to leave for work earlier today, are still ringing painfully around between your ears as you directly disobey him. You watch the new barista, whom you’ve just excused from the gruesomely slow shift, gather her belongings, clock out, and disappear into the caramelized evening with a resounding jangle of the door chimes.

Arching away the guilty prickles that slowly inch up your spine at the knowledge of what you’ve just done, you sigh inwardly, pursing your lips as you traipse back behind the bar to finish up the last of the menial cleaning tasks. Taehyung is fully aware of your nasty habit to send home the newer baristas a little early on particularly slow nights like this one which is exactly why he’s been blowing up your phone since you arrived, making calls every hour that you’ve been declining in the name of “busyness”, but really, you know that hearing his voice will only make you feel worse about sending Jess home when he specifically told you not to. If it weren’t so furiously endearing and didn’t make you feel a kind of protected that you’d never let him know you felt, you might think Taehyung was being a little more overbearing than he is.

Despite Taehyung’s wishes, there’s really no point to having two people on the clock when there have only been three customers in the last hour--one of which being the regular that resides in the back corner working on the next great American novel that he’s had half finished for about two years now. You and Jess, even with her distracted habits and scatterbrained nature, got miles ahead on the closing list, leaving you very little to do besides counting the money drawer, cleaning out the espresso ports, and locking up at the end of the night.

You regret these bulleted thoughts when a sharp buzz begins smarting against the glass at the top of the pastry case, your phone screen lighting up to reveal a candid frame of Taehyung’s squinted smile, his name shining like a beacon across the top. Even after half a year of that picture present in your phone, the reminder that the man whose image it bears is the one calling you still sends your nerves blazing--a fact you’ve had to endure Taehyung teasing you about on numerous occasions (though he would admit to the same).

Gripping your phone in your palm to cease the outright noise, you clench your jaw in preparation, letting your thumb hover over the green phone icon so long you have to rush to press down before the call times out.

“Hello?” you breathe into the receiver, the muffled sound of a Seinfeld rerun playing on the mounted TV above the coffee bar.

“Y/N! Hey,” Taehyung’s rasped resonance hurries back, slightly airy as if he’d been holding his breath before you answered. “How are things going? Is everything good there? I haven’t been able to get a hold of you all night.”

You sigh again, running a hand through the haphazardness of your hair as you lean against the pastry case, holding the phone closer to your ear. “I know, I’m sorry. Me and Jess were swamped trying to get ahead on the cleaning while we had time.” There is only a small bit of solace you find knowing it’s more of an omission than a lie.

“Swamped?” he repeats, voice almost unreadable. “Huh, well that’s nice. Every shift I worked last week totaled maybe 10 customers.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, shifting your weight. “Yeah, business isn’t the same in the summer,” you sigh, deftly avoiding the truth of your customer count.

“Quite the bummer,” Taehyung speaks in that way he does when he’s waiting for a laugh. One you can’t help but give if for no other reason than how stupid it was.

“Lame,” you chuckle, finding the feeling of the smile tugging against your lips rejuvenating.

“How’s Jess doing?” Taehyung’s next question sends your grin running back to its hiding place with its tail between its legs. You’d have to tread carefully.

“She’s...” you begin, trying your hardest to sound casual. “Ya know, good.”

Nailed it.

“Good? Hasn’t run the espresso machine without the espresso yet? Dropped any open milk jugs?”

You’re trying to read his tone, but he sounds naive to your “omissions” so far. “Nope, no messes, broken machinery, or third degree burns to speak of yet.”

He huffs idly. “It’s only a matter of time. I’ll make sure to warn her about the christening the espresso machine likes to give newcomers when I work with her next week.”

You manage to quirk a grin as you settle into the conversation. “I’m sure she’d be grateful to hear that from you.” It was no secret that Jess had a certain affinity for Tae and his boyish charm, always dropping soapy dishes and fumbling with change when he would walk into the shop. It was somewhat endearing.

“Hmm,” he hums idly before saying something that shoots an arrow into your stomach. “Why don’t you just give her the phone for a sec, and I’ll tell her now? No time like the present.”

Your muscles tense and eyes close, slowly recognizing the familiar color to his voice. He also dons it when he’s asking if you ate the leftovers that no one else but you and he have access to.

“How’d you know?” you breathe, defeated, lifting a hand to your face.

“You didn’t brag about how much more tip money you’re bringing home with all this ‘business’ you have,” he responds casually, and you can’t tell if you’re in trouble yet or not. “You never miss a chance to be the breadwinner.”

You chuckle lightly, cautiously, breath tense for the moments that follow. “I thought you might be...ya know, mad if I told you I was closing alone.”

“Again,” he corrects. “Closing alone again.”

“Again...” you amend, feeling like a child on the other side of a pointed finger. You might’ve been upset, annoyed, that Taehyung is parenting you if you hadn’t been the instigator, knowing exactly how to avoid his gentle wrath and still choosing to step in its way.

You hear an exasperated sigh seep through the phone, and you can almost see him, eyes closed, locks shaking back and forth, nose bridge pinched between his pointer and thumb. “Y/N,” he breathes. “Are you actively trying to make my hair fall out? Cause it sure feels that way. You can’t see, but I’m holding a few shiny, very luxuriously conditioned locks in my hand right now. They should not be in my hand right now.”

You know he’s scolding you, but his personality washes through the receiver and makes you smile--something you try to hide in your tone lest he turn into more of your father. “I promise your balding is the farthest thing from a priority, Tae.”

“Then why, why, do you insist on blatantly ignoring me every single time?” In the background of the call, you hear the soft click of a door being shut. The jangle of keys.

“Taehyung, please tell me you are not leaving the apartment right now.” You say instead of answering him, your own eyes closing.

“My hair is falling out, and you’re upset that I’m coming to see you? Your priorities really are out of whack.”

You sigh and laugh in tandem, your neck almost hurting as it tries to decide which side to commit to. Annoyed or humored. “Of course I’m not upset that you’re coming to see me. I just wish it wasn’t because you think I can’t handle myself by myself.” You begin idly tracing the frame of the register next to you, twisting the key in the cash drawer back and forth.

Another creak as Taehyung pushes through the front door of your apartment building, the sounds of passing cars whooshing through the background as he begins the trek further downtown. “Y/N, I promise I believe you are fully capable of handling yourself. It’s just with everything that’s been happening there lately...that maniac...” He trails off, breath tight. “Just humor me. I’m protective.”

You breathe slowly before answering with half a mind to roll your eyes at the fact that you almost did want to humor him. The maverick inside you fights lazily with your secret desire to be sheltered. Instead of giving in outright, you glance at the clock and make your escape for the time being with a curt, “I’ve gotta lock up. See you soon.”

You end the call and replace your phone on the counter, moving to inform the great American author in the back that it was closing time. He gathers his things quickly, looking slightly deflated at whatever progress he had or hadn’t made during his time here, and disappears into the blackening night. With an empty store and slight prickle of annoyance rumbling in your stomach, you flip the locks closed on the front door, swiftly turn up the chairs onto the tables, and clean the final espresso port before clocking out.

Taehyung still isn’t here, but you aren’t surprised. Your apartment is a twenty minute walk from the shop and you’ve spent all of ten finishing up the quick close.

You gather your things in your arms and stand by the front window, taking only a moment to decide that you will meet Taehyung halfway home instead of sitting like a duck in the dark and empty space, knowing that your maverick is winning the fight now and you want to leave if for no other reason than to show Taehyung you really could handle yourself by yourself.

You take a step, backing away from the window with pursed lips. It isn’t even the length of an inhale after you turn your back, however, before a loud and raucous slam resounds throughout the shop. You freeze mid-step, shoulders tensing immediately and eyes wide as you slowly shift your gaze behind you, already knowing what you will find when it arrives.

There he is.

Party City devil horns pointed high. Halloween makeup smudged and unnerving across his wild face. Palms planted flat and tense against the thick glass of the window.

No one knows where he came from or why, only that a few weeks ago he made a claim on main street. A demon in human form hellbent on terrorizing the small businesses littering the downtown area in the dead of night. Somehow he was in perfect sync with the closing schedules, choosing the nights when you least expected him to appear without a warning to make himself very known and frighten the living fuck out of the witnesses.

He hasn’t hurt anyone...yet...mostly because everyone so far has been smart enough to stay out of his way. Make it home before he showed up, if you were lucky, or stay in a pair or group which he tended to keep his distance from for whatever reason. Everyone so far except for you. Of course.

Realizing you are still frozen and freaked, you turn your eyes to the basement door that you had been heading for in the first place--a less conspicuous way to exit and the way you had been hoping to take to avoid him altogether. He hasn’t shown up at all the last few closes you’ve done alone, and most of his appearances--besides the first time almost a month ago--you’ve only heard about from coworkers. Maybe that’s why the healthy dose of fear you are supposed to have was nowhere to be found tonight.

It sure as hell is here now. Too little too late.

All of a second has passed since you glanced away, but with a swift look back, your eyes come up empty of all things frightening which somehow frightens you all the more. Your breath quickens. Your saliva dries, sticking as you attempt to swallow without success.

“Ok, Y/N,” you self soothe, the weak sound you hear squeak from you not in the least bit convincing. “No need to freak out. You’re gonna be just fine. Composure. Composure.”

You swallow thickly once more and stand up straight. Maybe he’s gone? Maybe your presence is of no interest to him tonight? You try to assure yourself of these things as you slide to the basement door, glancing over your shoulder every other beat because of course you aren’t convinced. Is the basement the safest way? What if he’s waiting down there? What if that’s what he wants you think so you’ll walk right out the front door instead? Is it better to just stay put? Can he get inside?

Deciding it’s less likely he knows about the back exit and feeling too frazzled to stay, you hurry on. The sweat lacing your palm as it clamps around the brass door handle is thick, sliding somewhat as you turn and tug it open, closing it just as swiftly behind you. In the dimly light stairwell, you feel only slightly consoled.

It’s with haste now that you descend the rickety old wood and stumble across the dank room towards the hidden alley door, grappling with the key in your purse all the while in preparation for your speedy retreat. Taehyung has to be close -- and then a spike of fear because Taehyung is outside with him.

The basement door is opened and then closed, ushering you outside within the same moment, and as you shove the key into the lock, you fumble with your phone in your free hand, your nerves making it doubly hard to unlock it and redial your most recent contact.

“Hey, I’m almost there,” he answers immediately, sounding annoyingly clueless to the danger he so adamantly warned against. You feel almost hypocritical as you interrupt his, “Just another minute or-”

“Tae, turn around, please,” you hiss intensely, your eyes wild around you as you creep down the narrow alleyway, not sure if you should feel protected or trapped yet.

“Turn around? But I’m almost--” He pauses, confused. “Y/N what’s going on? Did you leave? Please tell me you’re still inside.”

“I-I-” you stutter, questioning if you want to explain your reasoning in this current moment. You are almost to the end of the ally and then it would be brightly lit streets and witnesses. Almost there.

“I’ll defend myself later,” you urge, realizing you are whispering. “Just turn around, please. I’ll meet you at the apartment.” You shake your head at yourself, upset for a random moment that you are so affected just by the sight of this human apparition. He hasn’t hurt anyone, you remind yourself.

And then suddenly you are on the ground, your phone scattering a few feet away from you. The muffled electronic questions of Taehyung are thin and blurry in the background. You realize your vision is swimming and lift a hand to your forehead where it comes away red and sticky, shining in your fuzzy view. The asphalt had hit you hard. Confusion quickly gives way to concern and then terror as you roll to your side, head pounding. The first clear thing that enters your vision is the double point of a pair of horns leering over you.

You think you scream, but can’t be sure. The sound melts into the night, as if it never happened, leaving you even more petrified than you thought possible. Voiceless.

You feel so helpless, bleary and bleeding, underneath the shadow of this terror, his face illuminated in the most horrifying of ways as the moonlight stripes over his dark and dreary makeup, lighting up half of his sickeningly joyed smile with flashes of silver fire.

Another silent scream.

He’s standing over your lower half, nothing in his hands to indicate he’d been the one to cause your stumble. Maybe one clumsy moment of fear has fated you to this. No one to blame but yourself.

He leans down, and your heart stops for a moment making breathing impossible. You try to discern if the liquid you feel on your cheek is a stream of thick tears or the blood from your forehead streaking down. Neither bring you any form of comfort or distraction from the hell spawn closing in on you. He speaks no words with the part of his sinister smile, just a ravenous snarl followed by a hyena-like chortle that tells you, “I’m having fun. Are you?”

You feel yourself attempt to move away from him, your palms scratching desperately against the black pavement beneath you, cutting and clawing your skin with a welcome pain that tries to convince you you have a chance. Only you don’t and he is on top of you again, this time reaching out, his grin deepening as his ink stained hands spread around your forearm, tugging hard.

You yelp, audibly this time, gathering just enough breath to plead, “No,” as the grimy feeling of his fingers spreads along your arm like poison. This only seems to please him further as he grips harder, pain igniting beneath his touch.

And in that moment, a moment that feels like eternity in slow motion, you want nothing more than to apologize to Taehyung. To tell him he was right and you’re sorry and you miss him and need him and want to be protected and will tell your maverick to move out for good if it means this second of pure terror will end. You close your eyes, certain now that the liquid on your cheeks is both blood and tears. Please let it end.

And it does.

The pain blooming along your arm subsides. The searing presence of him overtop of you is removed. You can breathe. You can move. You grasp at your chest, sucking in air like you’ve never drank a breath in your life. It’s only after multiple deep gulps of oxygen that the blurry noise in the background races to the forefront, clear and alarming.

“You fucking bastard! You sick fuck, don’t touch her!” Taehyung’s voice echos sharp and furious in your ears, and your eyes fly open to drink in the scene. He’s grappling with the demon, rolling him over as the devil fights with the growls and snarls of a wild animal, biting and gnashing his fangless teeth at Taehyung’s face before his hands are pinned on either side of him. The control only lasts a moment, though, as Tae’s anger gets the best of him and he releases one of his hands to throw a few heavy fisted punches against his target’s jaw.

The horned man’s head thrashes to the side with the force of the impact, and you know you should feel assuaged somewhat by the karma being dealt, but the way the man laughs through the pain puts your nerves on ice. You scrabble away in a moment of clarity and urgency towards your discarded phone, a slim crack racing along the screen. You fumble once more to unlock the device.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A calm voice questions in response to your dial, the juxtaposition almost enraging against the scene you’re helplessly witnessing.

“My boyfriend!” you cry. “He’s--the other man jumped me and--please help, I don’t know how long he can keep him down!”

“Please slow down, ma’am,” the voice urges, only a fraction more concerned than before. You have to remind yourself that it’s their job to stay calm when the other end of their line is anything but. “Where are you now?”

“Alley!” you answer desperately. “The alley behind the shops on main street! Please hurry!”

In front of you, where your eyes are still glued, Taehyung is flung to the side with a zealous convulsion from the demon beneath him. He smacks into the brick wall next to their writhing tussle with an oof before the man is clambering onto him like a beast, his face bruised and bloodied by Taehyung’s fists. Vengeful.

A shriek rips through you and the phone drops to the ground just as the 911 operator is mollifying, “Help is on the--”

“Taehyung!” you wrack, your head empty of anything but the sight of him bracing futilely against the claws the man is using to slash across Taehyung’s forearms and face. He is trying with everything in him to buck the devil from his chest, but he has him pinned good and shows no signs of relenting, practically foaming at the mouth with unfettered hate. And that face...the evil. The rage.

You don’t think. You don’t question your next move. You’re suddenly casting yourself from where you’d been crumpled on the asphalt, a shout that could’ve come from anyone but you tearing through your throat as you launch across the space between you and your attacker. Your hands feel the tattered fabric of the demon’s jacket before your brain catches up to you, nails digging into the flesh beneath it and you yank.

A confused grunt escapes who is now your victim as he topples backwards and away from Taehyung. “Get OFF!” you seethe, furious, terrified, and aflame with adrenaline as you tug with the strength of ten of you and slam the unaware man into the pavement. You give him no moment of respite before you’re the one in control, pinning his arms down with the weight of your knees and laying into him with all you’ve got. Your nails are just as effective as his were against Tae, if not more-so. Blood is slick in the gashes you leave against his cheeks, neck, collarbones, blazing red against his ruined makeup. The facade of the maniac is crumbling beneath you.

You see the wild anger give way to what resembles fear as he slowly realizes the mistake he has made. At least he’s sane enough for that.

Deep moans of anguish and pleading are flowing from him now, still no words, but you don’t need them to know you’re inflicting pain. Well deserved.

“Y/N! Y/N that’s enough!” Taehyung’s voice seeps into your red rage fueled tunnel, a light at the end that you’re not ready to reach. You feel the weight of his arms wrap themselves around your midsection, pulling with a force you can’t combat before you’re unfastened from the devil. He remains grounded. He doesn’t move to run or escape, instead rolling over with another moan as he covers his bleeding face with his hands. One of his horns has detached beside him. In the near distance, you register the sound of sirens.

“You got him, Y/N, you got him,” Tae hushes into your ear, still holding you tight against him. It’s not until he speaks that you realize you are still struggling to free yourself and return to your karmic retribution. “Relax, Y/N, we’re ok. You got him.”

It’s then that you hear yourself crying, your cheeks now completely doused in the sweat and tears of the passed moment. You’re shaking against Tae’s chest, and as he finally sets your feet back on the ground, you crumple in his arms, all the adrenaline rushing out of you quicker than you can adjust to. He catches you deftly, holding you upright as he turns you into him, hiding your face in the joint of his neck and shoulder as he sways back and forth, ushering a calming pattern against your back.

“The cops are here, Y/N,” he whispers, alerting you to the red and blue lights swimming a few yards away and the sound of car doors popping open. Questions shout their way down the alley towards you, but you don’t hear anything but noise. You breathe Taehyung’s scent in for all it’s worth.

“He’s right here, officer!” Tae speaks for you both, calling towards the coming aid. The sound of clattering footsteps rushes past you, and you hear the echoed moans of the man become more desperate as he’s lifted off the ground and cuffed with a comforting click before the horrid sound disappears away down the alley and into the back of a car. It’s not until that car has pulled away and sped off, your nightmare with it, that Taehyung gently pulls back, his hands coming to cup your trembling jaw. He lowers himself to look into your eyes with intense concern, searching you. The red and blue lights of the remaining cop car flash methodically behind him, and you can feel the lingering presence of another officer nearby, waiting to question you, you’re certain.

“You okay?” Tae softens. His thumb brushes your cheek.

“I will be,” you assure him with some semblance of a smile. “You?” With a sense of normalcy returning to you, you bring your own hand to ghost against the scratch marks left in the perfect skin of his face. Taehyung tries not to flinch against the sting. You’re only pacified knowing you did much worse. “Look what he did to you...”

He mirrors your soft smile of reassurance. “I’ll be okay. It beats going bald.”

You’re surprised that you laugh, given the circumstances, but you’re grateful for it. The sound feels like a weight rolling away. You lift your hand further to tousle his very thick and secure locks. Taehyung sighs against your fingers. “Can we go home now?”

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“Ow.”

“Oh, sorry,” you smile apologetically as you dab the cotton ball softer against Taehyung’s skin. His eyes are closed, palms resting against your thighs as you both sit criss-cross-apple-sauce on the floor of your apartment bathroom. You’ve been tending to each other’s wounds for the past half hour after arriving home, but with every pat pat pat of rubbing alcohol and Neosporin across marred skin, you’re hit with a wash of guilt that began bubbling in your stomach the moment that cop car drove away.

You clear your throat and the lump in it. “Um, Tae...thanks again for dealing with the police afterwards.” You’ve thanked him five times already, but you can’t seem to satiate the guilty conscience living it up in your gut. “I don’t think I would’ve spoken coherently if I’d tried.”

He doesn’t call you out on the fifth repeat. He just sighs softly and smiles against your gentle cotton touch. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’m just glad you’re ok. Seeing you in that alley when I got there...” He trails and his smile tenses before he shakes it off, not wanting to add anymore weight to the night. “Well...it could’ve been a lot worse.” His hand tightens around the flesh of your thigh.

Your careful trail across his face slows to a stop. Taehyung opens his eyes to question you only to find your gaze fixed over a spot on the floor, eyes clouded.

“Y/N...” he whispers, reaching for your face.

“I’m sorry,” you rush, pushing his hand away. He stares at you, confused, hand frozen in midair. “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” The lump in your throat won’t be swallowed away this time.

“Y/N, don’t--”

“No, Taehyung, it is,” You urge, your voice tightening as the prickle of heat ignites behind your eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong.” The warmth wells the more you try to contain it behind the brazen tone of your voice. “If I had just fucking listened to you, we wouldn’t be sitting here on the floor wiping blood off of each other’s faces. If I wasn’t so goddamn stubborn, I wouldn’t have had to cut into a lunatic in a middle of an alleyway. Tell me that’s not my fault, Taehyung.” There is no hope of hiding the tears now as they bubble and boil over and down your cheeks, stinging all over again. You’ve had enough crying for a lifetime tonight. “You can’t. You can’t tell me it’s not my fault because every time I look at your face--” You clasp his jaw between shaking hands. “--I know it is.”

You bite your trembling lower lip and let go of him, pressing the heel of your palms against your burning eyes. You want to hide, disappear, get swallowed up in this moment, almost ashamed to be sitting in front of him so freely. You want him to at least get mad at you. You deserve something.

Instead of any of that, though, you feel the warm and soothing trace of Taehyung’s fingers bloom around your wrists, peeling them away with gentle force until your rash red face, swollen with cuts and tears and splotches, is revealed to him. He takes both of your hands into one of his, his free palm coming to wipe away the waterfall streaming across your skin, and you can do nothing but squeeze the warmth of him like any second it’s going to disappear. Maybe that’s exactly what you deserve after what you caused tonight. The thought of it shreds you.

“Y/N,” he calls, and you meet his eyes for the first time, a fresh flow of waterworks exploding when you see the utterly pure sincerity he wears in his gaze. “Listen to me very carefully.” He leans forward, tugging you along until your foreheads rest gently together, his hand trailing to the back of your neck where he holds you secure. It’s still not close enough.

“Was a single decision tonight made with any intention of purposefully putting someone in danger?”

The question gives you pause. You weren’t expecting it. “...No.”

“Then nothing--not a single thing--that happened to either of us was anyone’s fault. Do you hear me? You did nothing wrong.” His voice is like honey in your ears, his soft conviction so mesmerizing, you want to believe him. “Even had I known what would happen...I would’ve done it all over again for you. Never question that.”

You cry softly as you stare at him, utterly speechless as to how you deserved someone so full of kindness and goodwill. You don’t know if you’ll ever figure that one out.

He tips his head forward and attaches his lips to yours in a slow kiss, the feeling of it sending a wave of total calm and reassurance through you. When he pulls away, he pulls you with him until you are cradled against his chest, his legs walled around your form as you rock back and forth on the bathroom floor, surrounded by discarded cotton and open tubes of Neosporin.

“I love you,” you hear yourself whisper against him.

A content sigh from above you precedes lingering lips atop your head. “I love you,” he agrees. “More than you know.”

Through the fading sting of tears and freshly healing wounds, you really do believe him. And no amount of worry-fueled balding or strong-willed stubbornness will change that.

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ok, before you say, “devil horned man? really?” which many of you MAY HAVE already done I PROMISE YOU this plot was inspired by very true events at a very real job i had a while back, LEGIT someone like this exists, and i just ran with what I was given, ok thank yew.

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