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Cerberus - Part Three

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 7,396

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter

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Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)

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The hunt is on,

For it is night.

I lurk in the shadows

Under the pale moonlight.

All creatures tucked away in their beds,

Slumber taking its hold and pressing

Down, down, down.

Either a fairytale or a nightmare,

I get to decide,

For you cannot run and

you cannot hide.

Though she does not see me nor sense me,

I can see her sweat and shake,

A virgin so pure and fragile,

I dare not defile.

Not until she is heady and ready,

Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.

For she is mine.

…Mine…

Mine…!

MINE!

I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.

Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.

I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.

That nightmare was truly hellish.

Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.

Then I awoke.

I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.

My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.

Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.

My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.

I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.

The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.

Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.

Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.

Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.

The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.

At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.

Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.

There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.

I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.

Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.

The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.

My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!

However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.

To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.

The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.

Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.

The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.

It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—

“Y/N?”

I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.

“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”

“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.

After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”

With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.

I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.

She is MINE. STAY AWAY.

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The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.

The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.

I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…

I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.

Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”

I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.

There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.

“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.

They are talking about me.

Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.

Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”

I flinch away from his outstretched hands.

“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”

“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.

I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.

Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!

More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.

I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.

A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?

A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.

“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.

I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.

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“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.

“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.

Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.

During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…

“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.

“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.

Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.

Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.

A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.

I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—

“You have the mark of a demon.”

“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.

“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”

I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.

“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.

“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“

“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.

I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.

Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.

“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.

“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”

I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.

She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.

Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.

Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.

“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.

“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.

“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.

I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.

The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.

I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.

“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”

“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”

Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.

I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.

I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.

“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”

“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.

“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.

“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”

“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.

My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.

As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.

I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.

“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”

I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.

“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”

I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.

——-

I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!

My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…

I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.

Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…

What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?

Enough with these thoughts.

I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.

His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.

Hyung, be safe.

It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.

———-

In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.

They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call you with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?

Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.

I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!

WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.

The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess or hair and skin, and organs.

A scream rips through my throat.

Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.

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Part Two And A Half l Part Four

#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #bts #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #park jimin #cerberus #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #werewolf bts #bts werewolf au #bts hybrid #bts werewolf #bts fanfiction #bts werewolves #bts x reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts cerberus #part three #bts cerberus part three #cerberus part three

[ggukkiearchive]

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader Author: @therealmintedmango Length: one shot | part of the The Deadly Predator Hybrid Series Word Count: 7.8k Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, hybrid au, college oc, golden eagle hybrid!jungkook

Smut Tags/Warnings: unprotected sex, loss of virginity, first times, fingering, 

Summary:

Jungkook’s blood boils, realizing they are exchanging numbers. He bristles and scoffs out loud up in the shadow of the clouds. What was so great about this human? Nothing. Jungkook reminds himself that he is the superior being, one with perfect eyesight, hearing, wings - all of his senses and abilities were heightened because he was born as a raptor hybrid. He was a monster in the sky

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#jungkook ao3 fic recs #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook hybrid au #jungkook fic recs #fic: high #author: mintedmango #bts themed series #series: the deadly predator hybrid series #ggukkiearchiveAO3 #mintedmango #therealmintedmango

[yandere-society]

Teaser: The Rabbit Hole

Summary: The Windy City in the mid-1920's is a spectacular of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you've been invited to participate in and be crowned the next "Alice". What you don't know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit's desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you've never seen them before.

Genre: Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired 

Warnings: TBD

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter)

Release Date: February 14th, 9 o’clock Central Time 

Author’s Notes: This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story! 

We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!

Written By: Admin 💖

Save The Date, Wear A Mask, And Follow The White Rabbit Down The Rabbit Hole For A Delightfully Dreadful Time.

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[ggukkiereads]

Hi!!! I'm trying to find some fics I read a long time ago to reblog them as fic recs. It was a BTS hybrids series. I remember namjoon was a shark hybrid and jimin was something like a fox hybrid? (I hope those two are in the same series actually and not just different fics my mind has confused lol). Namjoon one started with him being mean and cold and ended with nam+reader doing it in the bathroom, jimin one started with like underground fights or something like that, he fought reader and when she lost he kind of like "owned" her. I hope that's enough info and I hope you can help me!❤️ You're doing god's work with this blog.

🌷 Hi! 😁👋. I'm so thrilled I got this ask because I love this series too! It's the Deadly Predator series by @therealmintedmango but it was under a different pseud then (that's why you probably couldn't find it). Jimin's actually my favorite one (he's a King Cobra but his venom didn't work on OC who is a mongoose 😁. I just love this type of E2L here).

You can check the fics in their Hybrid Masterpost. The fics you may have remembered under the series are not under one compilation anymore so the list will contain ALL their Hybrid series.

But I googled using their old pseud + deadly predator, hoping someone has reblogged the old masterlist. You can refer to this reblog for the sequence/fics.

Enjoy 🤗

#🌷 chats #ti-to-fuck #fichunting #therealmintedmango #countrysundae #Deadly Predator #bts fanfic #bts hybrid aus

[breadoffoxy]

Interview Tag

Tagged By: @therealmintedmango, thanks friend!

Rules: Answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

Name/Nickname: Sam/Foxy

Gender: she/her

Star Sign: Pisces sun, Aries moon, Cancer rising

Height: 5′3

Time Currently: 3:23 PM

When Is Your Birthday: March 6

Favorite Band/Groups: BTS, Monsta X, Got7, EXO, Super M, Stray Kids, NCT, Day 6, Ateez, Dreamcatcher, Shinee, Queen, Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons

Favorite Solo Artists: Taemin, Eric Nam, P!nk, Bruno Mars, Baekhyun, Yo-Yo Ma

Song Stuck In Your Head: Scream by Dreamcatcher

Last Movie You Watched: Kung Fu Panda

Last Show You Binged: The Mandalorian Season 2

When You Created Your (Main) Blog: Made foxybread back in March 2017

Last Thing You Googled: Can you use sex toy cleaner on a menstrual cup? (😆 I like things to be clean and I just bought one today. Its made from silicone soooo.....)

Other Blogs: This one Bread of Foxy. Thus why I did this on this blog since it would reference it haha. (created May2019)

Why I Chose My URL: I’m awful at making decisions so I was going through the random name generator until I found one I liked. There was one about foxes and another one about burning bread so I’m like I like foxes and I like bread. Tada! With this blog I thought I was being clever pulling a son of cole name haha.

How Many People Are You Following: 133 

How Many Followers Do You Have: 357 😲 Hello friends and many strangers (82 on FoxyBread)

Average Hours Of Sleep: 6-8 ideally

Lucky Number: 3

Instruments: I can play the French Horn and can play the piano by ear very slowly with both hands doing the job of one haha. It’s been about 10 years since I’ve played anything though.

What I’m Currently Wearing: A black Suga hoodie with black leggings. I be comfy.

Dream Job: Video Game Designer

Dream Trip: Go to Korea and get tattoos with my sister. Also traveling around and visiting my friends I’ve made through this blog so lots of new places in the US, flying over to Brazil, Australia, Germany, Austria, plus more.

Favorite Food: Bread, Ramen, and Takoyaki

Nationality: American (Swedish and Welsh roots)

Favorite Song: Serendipity, Sweet Night, and I keep repeating My Pace lately

Top Three Fictional Universes You’d Like To Live In: My Hero Academia, Star Wars, and Dragon Age

Tagging: @yoongsgguktae, @chelsea-chee, @crazy4myself, @absoluteyoongit, @tipsydipsydo, @sopefactory

#tagged #tag game #therealmintedmango

[mintedmango]

Hi everyone who is here! It is I! Alexa! (But, I would really like to be referred to as Mango now.) I have been active on another blog @therealmintedmango for a little while now! Please find me on there for updates and things! I will keep this URL for the time being - I might switch the one I’m active on back to mintedmango but that’s for a later date!

Thanks everyone who has supported me and followed this URL while I’ve been away! @jinpanman saved this for me and was kind enough to give it back to me! 💕 everyone please support them as they are very kind! ❤️ thank you all and if you want to interact or have any questions please visit @therealmintedmango as that’s where I am the most active! 💝

#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #jinpanman

[yeoldontknow]

Happy Birthday!!! 💖🎉🥳

eeee thank you sweet pea!!!!

#ily! #therealmintedmango

[joheunsaram]

alive (jjk)

NOTE: I have lost access to my old account @joheun-saram​. THIS IS A REPOST since I’m afraid that account will soon be deactivated.

Summary- Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it

word count- 4.4k

pairing- nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon)

rating- R

genre- angst, smut

warnings- explicit smut (including fingering), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), sad sex, talks of depression and anxiety, talks of therapy, character death, car accident

a.n- This was written part of @btswriterscollective​ secret santa project and I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @therealmintedmango​‘s secret santa 🎅🏼I had such a great time getting to know you this month Mango and I really hope you enjoy all the angst in this fic! Happy holidays, love! 💕

new a.n- i hope you enjoy this re-edited version of this fic. i will be posting all my old fics weekly so in case tumblr decides to delete my old account i don’t lose them. 

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Well if you can’t even talk to me, maybe we should just end this!” you screamed, your lungs aching as you looked at your boyfriend on the couch next to you, the room falling into a charged silence. 

It had been the same fight for months. The same constant back and forth. You would try to broach the topic but he would close off. Every time. His expression was neutral as he looked at you, his doe eyes betraying his defeat as he sighed.

Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what had happened, and you hated it. You hated how it seemed to bring all your insecurities to the surface and clawed at your emotions till they were raw. From the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon looking at you sadly - disappointed - before shaking his head and disappearing round the corner. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at your boyfriend, who just sat in silence at your outburst.

Jungkook had always been quiet, introverted, and this cloud of mystery was one of the things that made him so unbelievably attractive, but now it was the worst thing about him. You didn’t expect this fight to escalate, you didn’t expect these words to come out, but now that they were you wanted him to react. You needed him to react. Needed just anything more than the stoic expression marring his features.

“Maybe we should…” Jungkook spoke softly, after what seemed like hours. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it only caused your anger to flare. He was seriously going to just throw away everything?

You looked at him next to you and he seemed to have moved further away. You’re not sure if he actually did or your mind was playing tricks on you again, but the seat cushion between you seemed to stretch for miles, your boyfriend getting smaller in the horizon.

“You’re not even going to fight for us? You’re going to walk away?” You didn’t care that you were raising your voice, and that the one tear from earlier was now a flood cascading down your features. Maybe it was your fate. You never thought you deserved happiness and this was just another nail in your ever growing collection. You had spent your life chasing after that elusive ray of joy, only for you to get too comfortable when you reached it and it disappeared as soon as it appeared, throwing you into the darkness once again.

It figures that this happiness would vanish too. You wanted to reach out and shake Jungkook. Why did he have to change? Why did he have to do this to you?

“What did I do? What happened?” you asked, your voice small, as you looked at him staring at his hands in his lap. His long wavy hair fell into his eyes, and the longer he sat there in silence, the louder your heart crumbled. “Say something!” you exclaimed, followed by a quieter “Please…”

“What do you want me to say Y/N? You’re the one who wants to end us.” Jungkook finally looked at you, his lips pressed together as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek lightly. You’d seen this look before, but never directed at you. It was cold and made your skin pebble - made fresh tears stream down your face.

“Because you changed! Because you hate me!” you yelled indignified as he sighed once again. He lifted his head slightly as he looked at you, his eyes glassy.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered quietly, the words floating in the tension in the air.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Why haven’t you said a full sentence to me these past two months?”

“Because…” He looked away again, staring straight ahead at the blank wall of his living room and you couldn’t help but move closer, wiping your eyes to see him clearer.

“No. You can’t do your stupid quiet guy shit right now! I need to know!” You pulled at his shoulder to make him look at you and as he did, his hand found yours, holding it gently. His eyes swam with the love you had come to expect from him but it was tinged with an overwhelming sadness, a sadness that drooped his features even though he tried to school them into a small smile for your sake.

“It’s not your fault, okay?” He was still whispering, his hand squeezing yours as the other fidgeted with the untied string of his sweatpants.

“What’s not my fault? Please Kook. Please talk to me.” You removed your hand from his and cupped his face in both of yours, needing more, needing anything to help clear the haze in your head.

“I can’t.” His voice louder, he pulled your hands away from his face as he stood up and you grabbed at his legs to stop him, desperate for a real reason.

“Why not?!”

“Because you’ve never loved me and I had to find out when you were drunk!” Jungkook yelled. He never yelled, not at you anyway, but it’s not his volume that stunned you, it was the words echoing through the small studio apartment. Words that made you freeze, dropping your hands from him as you felt the breath knocked out of your lungs.

“What?”

“That night after the club. While I was taking care of you. Me!” He pointed at his chest, his eyes ablaze as he continued. “Making sure that you didn’t get puke on your hair or fall or get hurt, you looked at me and do you know what you asked me?” 

His shoulders fell as he quietened once again, sighing and running his hands through his hair. His face distorted into one of heartbreak as he said the next words, his tone even and calm. “‘Why don’t I love you as much as him?’ And here I was like an idiot believing you every time you said you loved me”

You stood at his words. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. You remembered that night. Not most of it but you know yourself enough to know you would never say that to him, not after he had worked so hard to put you back together again. Jungkook wasn’t your soulmate, you didn’t believe in those anymore, but Jungkook was your rock, your best friend. He was there when you couldn’t get out of bed for days. He was there when you didn’t know how to stop crying. He was always there. And you loved him.

“I do love you. Jungkook, please!” You grabbed his hands, holding them tightly as if he would disappear too. You looked at him desperately, trying to convey your feelings through your gaze, but all you found in him was defeat.

“I just can’t do this anymore. You’re right. I can’t compete with a ghost… not anymore.” 

He sighed again as his lip quivered. It stuttered your breath and you felt your chest tighten. You couldn’t lose him too, not after Namjoon. As you felt the panic rising, the drunk haze of two months ago came into focus, spiking your adrenaline and paling your face.

You were dancing to the loud EDM pulsing through the club as neon lights flashed across your skin, setting your white dress aglow. Jungkook was pressed against your back and his lips ghosted the skin of your neck, his hands grazing your hips as he pulled you ever so close. You hadn’t felt this content in years, the tequila warming your veins in a sweet comfort as your boyfriend’s hips moved against yours, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

You missed this. Missed going dancing and drinking because it was fun and not because you were trying to forget. Surrounded by your friends, you smiled as you opened your eyes, finally happy. 

Until you saw him and your heart dropped, making you freeze.

Namjoon smiled at you from the bar, the sweet dimpled smile that creased his eyes into crescents, as he waved. How was he here? How was he back?

You felt your heart kickstart as you pushed Jungkook off you and raced to the bar. You’d apologize to him later, but you needed Namjoon right now. Needed to feel him in your arms, needed to smell his calming scent, and so like an addict you raced through the club looking for one more hit. When you reached the bar, he wasn’t there anymore and the sheer weight of disappointment made you sob. You felt a pair of strong arms surround you and the familiar smell of bergamot and vanilla encased your senses, pulling you closer into a firm chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” A soft voice asked as you looked at Jungkook’s worry-filled eyes. You hated that you were doing this again. It had been almost a year since this happened, and your mind felt numb as you grasped Jungkook’s black shirt.

“He was here! Kook he was here!” you exclaimed, your loud voice carrying over the music. You were sure you looked deranged, mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick smeared where your lips had met Jungkook’s shirt, as you desperately clinged to him. He looked at you sadly before pulling you into his chest once again and holding you tight, his fingers running soothingly on your scalp.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.” 

He repeated that phrase as he stroked your back, trying to calm you down as you continued sobbing and onlookers peered at the two of you curiously.

The memory of the night jolted you as you grabbed onto Jungkook’s shirt the same way you did at the club, looking at him pleadingly. His face blurred behind your tears as you tried to unscramble your memories to explain.

“I was with him for five years and he fucking died!” 

There was no volume behind your words, only the distraught behind the truth you felt you were never ready to face. You weakly punched at Jungkook’s chest trying to make him understand your agony. But you didn’t need to try, he already knew; had lived through it.

“Yeah Namjoon died! But I’m here! I’m alive!” His voice was broken as the tears finally escaped his eyes. He grabbed your hand from where it was knocking against his chest and held it there. “You feel this? That’s my heart racing for you! How it always does! Because I love you.”

“Kook-”

Before you could say anything else, he grabbed your face and crashed your lips together desperately, wanting you to feel just an ounce of what he felt for you. Your sinuses full of tears, your lungs burned as you pulled him closer. You wanted him to consume you, make you forget again. But as you tasted the salt of his tears, the overwhelming guilt broke you more. He didn’t let go though, his fingers moving from your face to your waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

Three years ago you had never thought you would love someone again. You didn’t deserve to. Not when it was your fault you could never see Namjoon’s face again. Your fault that the world would never know what difference he would have made to it. But when you stood outside the funeral his parents had banned you from attending, arm in a cast and stitches on your forehead, caving into yourself from grief, Jungkook had found you. Had held you tight enough to stop you from breaking and told you it wasn’t your fault, that there was no way to have known that the 14 wheeler would run a red. He reminded you everyday till you believed him, till your dreams no longer weaved your memories into nightmares, till you no longer saw Namjoon everywhere you looked. Till you felt worthy to love Jungkook back.

When the air in your lung ran out, you pulled away, but Jungkook pulled you closer, trailing his lips from your jaw to down your neck. He kissed you with fervour, nibbling the skin and soothing it with his tongue till you were nothing but a moaning mess. You gripped his hair and pulled him back to your lips, and like always, he obliged, his tongue caressing yours as your tears give way to passion. Your heart stuttered as his hands moved to the back of your thighs and he effortlessly lifted you without leaving your lips, walking towards his bed.

Amidst the kisses, he bumped into the bookshelf that separated his bed from the living room causing a few books to fall to the floor, the loud thud breaking the silence in the room. He ignored it as he tossed you on the bed, climbing over you. There were still tears in his eyes, brimming on the surface of his pupils as he slowed down and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he said softly but the sadness in his eyes never gave way to their usual warmth. It felt like a goodbye and another wave of grief washed over you. Why did you have to be like this? Why couldn’t you give him what he needed when he gave you so much?

You cupped his damp face and he leaned into your hands, closing his eyes and letting you kiss him tenderly. You hoped to convey how much you needed him, how you wouldn’t survive without him. 

You pulled at the hem of his shirt, running your hands under it, feeling the light shudder that went through him as his skin pebbled. He didn’t need any more hints, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor as he kissed you again more urgently, his lips molding to yours, igniting a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. But all through it, he held on to your face as if you would run away if he didn’t.

You pushed gently against his chest and he looked up in alarm before you made him lie next to you and straddled his waist. You couldn’t help but continue kissing him, trailing your lips over his neck, painting his golden chest red as the lump in your throat grew. Despite the tears still running steadily, you whispered ‘I love you’s, hoping he’d believe you, but you were not sure who you were trying to convince; him or yourself.

He was right, you didn’t love him like you loved Namjoon. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone the way you loved him. Namjoon was your first love, the one turned your sepia to technicolour. He was your shelter amidst the rain, but Jungkook was the light amidst the darkness. It was different, it was incomparable. You never needed Namjoon the way you needed Jungkook. Never woke up in the middle of the night relieved to find him still sleeping next to you. You had never depended on someone like you depended on Jungkook, and so, wasn’t that love? Wasn’t needing someone the same as you need oxygen, love?

You trailed your kisses lower, but before you could reach his waistband, he lifted your shirt pulling it off you, and with his arms circled tight around your waist he kissed you again. The two of you kissed for a while, just relishing the feel of each other’s skin, his grip tightening till you couldn’t breathe. He was never like this, never this needy and your heart broke as you realize that he still thought he was competing.

You didn’t know if you were still crying, but you pulled yourself up and stared at him, memorizing the lines on his face and the way his doe eyes glittered in the fluorescence of the room. 

“Jungkook, I love you. I need you. Please-”

But before you could finish your sentence, he was rolling the two of you over, pinning you under him as he pulled your shorts down your legs. You didn’t mean this need, but you couldn’t deny how wet his length hardened against you made you. He traced his fingers over your soaked panties, groaning into your mouth before pushing them aside and thrusting two fingers in immediately.

He swallowed your moans as you arched into him, setting a fast pace right from the start, his lips moving to your chest. His kissed your nipples gently hardening them, before capturing one to tease it with his tongue, lapping at it furiously. He nipped it lightly and you felt your whole body light, forcing all your thoughts to tumble out of your head. All you saw were the flashes of red behind your eyelids, all you heard were the sounds of his fingers thrusting in you, all you felt was him as Jungkook did what he did best - made you forget.

“Want to make you forget. Want to make you mine,” he whined against your chest, as he removed his fingers, pulling your panties off your legs and he discarding his own shorts and boxers off in a haze. You didn’t know what was going through his mind as he looked at you with a darkened gaze, his eyes roaming your body, but before you could dwell on it he kissed you again. It was hard and rough, teeth clattering against each other, his tongue licking into you as you mewled.

His cock grinded against your clit as he kissed you and you couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up against him. He looked up at that, a hand quickly moving down to line himself up against you. “Please tell me you want me,” he pleaded against your lips, and another tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded vigorously before kissing him. 

Another wave of guilt rushed through you at seeing your usually confident boyfriend pleading at you, and for the first time as he slowly sank into you, you didn’t think of Namjoon.

You gasped against his lips as he fully sheathed himself within you, your walls fluttering around him in need. “Jungkook… Kookie. Please… want you, need you.” 

He rewarded your pleas by slowly pulling out and thrusting in again, gripping your waist tightly and bracing his knees against the bed to start rocking into you faster.

“I’m here. Me. Me. I’m the one here for you.” He repeated again and again, the mantra powering his thrusts, leaving you a moaning mess below him as he consistently hit the spot that made you see stars. You wrapped your legs around his waist, stuttering his name and gripping his forearms tightly. You could feel your orgasm build as you lost yourself in his touch, letting him move your body as he pleased, letting him pull you in each time his hips met yours.

You tightened around him as you felt the high of your pleasure coursing through your veins. At the feeling, Jungkook moved forward, bracing his arms around your head, his forehead against yours, and commanding you to open your eyes and meet his.

His eyes were glassy as he looked at you lost in pleasure like it’s the only thing he needed. He kissed you again, softly, a total juxtaposition to the hard movement of his hips that was quickly tightening the coil in your stomach. His movements were sloppier now as he approached his high as well, but still he put you first, moving a hand downwards, fingers starting to circle your clit.

“Cum for me, baby, please,” he moaned as you lost yourself to the euphoria he provided. Jungkook watched your face contorted in pleasure as you writhed under him, finding his release in the melody your whimpers provided.

You pulled him closer, your arms tight around him, and he pushed as deep as he could before stilling and filling you. He collapsed on you right after, still buried inside you with his head in the crook of your shoulder, your pants echoing through the room.

He laid on top of you for a while, his crushing weight smothering you to the mattress, but you didn’t dare move him, welcoming the intimacy after months of distance. You thought he had fallen asleep, but then you felt his shoulders shake, your neck getting damp as he sniffled next to you. 

The guilt returned tenfold as you stroked his back gently and let him cry, your own reservoir long empty. Without lifting his head, he grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers together, and holding it tightly.

“I’m sorry I’m not him.” He mumbled against you. You started to say his name but before you could he interrupted you. “I’m sorry I can’t make it hurt less. I’m sorry I can’t bring him back. I’m so, so sorry.”

You tried to move his head to see him but he just nuzzled his face in deeper, his hair tickling your neck gently. Your mind felt heavy, like if you thought more your brain would simply shrivel up. You wished you were a different person, had a different life, made better decisions. You hated yourself for making Jungkook feel like he was responsible for your happiness, responsible for putting you back together. But most of all you hated yourself for making him feel like he had to bring Namjoon back for you to feel happy.

Before Namjoon died, Jungkook was a different person. He was funny, energetic, competitive, but afterwards he just became quiet. Sure, he was introverted before, but he just lost the spark behind his eyes. It wasn’t surprising. Jungkook had known Namjoon even longer than you did. He grew up with him and looked up to him like a younger brother would. In the beginning of your relationship, you even felt that he thought he had some kind of responsibility to take care of you for him. But he never pushed you, always relenting to your requests.

The first time you slept with him was only three months after the funeral, when in a drunken haze you begged him to make you forget. He wiped your tears and held you as he obliged, feeding you euphoria as a remedy for your grief. 

In the two years following he never asked you to do anything, except for one thing. One thing you were always too scared to do because to you it would be admitting that you were lost - broken. As you laid with your arms tight around him, lamenting how you broke him worse, you decided finally return his generosity by giving him the one thing he had always asked for.

“I’ll go to therapy.” Your voice was low but firm, and it jolted Jungkook to move up and lean on his hands next to your head. The movement made the two of you wince as he suddenly pulled out of you, dragging his release down your thighs. 

His red rimmed eyes roamed your face looking for deceit.

“You will?”

“I can’t expect you to fix me, Kook. I can’t put that on you.” You sighed, a hand reaching out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. Your thumb brushed over his lower lip that jutted out in a slight pout, tracing the little mole that hid underneath. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him in your life.

“You can. I’ll always be here for you, you know that right?” He whispered and it made your heart ache when you thought about how defeated he seemed earlier.

“Kook… I love you… I really do.” Your eyes were glassy again and you wondered how it was that your body could keep producing tears. 

He hugged you at that, his arms going under your waist to gently lift you and scoot the two of you upwards, resting your head on the pillows. He laid next to you, a little distance between the two of you, your hands laced together as you both stared at the ceiling, the emotions of the night quickly morphing into exhaustion.

“I should’ve talked to you instead of trying to run away.” Jungkook spoke after a while, making you turn your head towards him.

“I didn’t mean what I said-”

“It’s okay if you did. I miss him. I wish he was here too.” He looked at you with a small melancholic smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“No. It’s not okay. You don’t deserve this. You could be with someone else and you’d be happy. You could be happy Kook. Don’t you want that? To be with someone who doesn’t imagine their dead ex all the time?” Your voice was firm, even when it wavered slightly towards the end as your heart accelerated, your grip around his hand getting tighter.

“No. I want to be with you.” 

His thumb caressed your hand as he turned on his side and puts his arm around your waist. The warmth you missed these past months was back in his eyes, but instead of it raising butterflies, all it did was produce dread for when it would disappear as he continued. “I would’ve left a long time ago if I wanted to. If you don’t want me, I still can… if that’s what would make you happy.”

“I think you need to be with someone who you don’t have to put together again.” Your voice was small as he sighed again, letting go of your hand to pull you close to his body, cradling your head into his chest. On instinct, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his chest. The touch of his skin on yours never failed to comfort you.

“You’re not broken. I’m not putting you together. I just… I don’t want to lose you.” His voice reverberated through his chest as he held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“But maybe you need to.” 

You wanted to be selfish, keep him for yourself but shouldn’t you let Jungkook go for his sake? Let him find someone with less work, no matter how much it hurt you? It was bad enough that your mental health was terrible, did his need to be too? You felt his heart pound under you and it caused yours to speed up as well, anticipating his words. You didn’t know how you would react if he agreed, even if it was your idea.

“Tomorrow. Let’s talk about this tomorrow,” he said after quiet contemplation. “I love you. More than you’ll know.”

“And I love you. You. Jeon Jungkook. Even if I’m selfish and ruining you.”

He shushed you at that, stroking your hair as the two of you fell in a dreamless sleep. You didn’t know if your relationship would survive past the post-orgasmic endorphins, but you knew one thing for sure. 

You were in love with Jungkook and tomorrow you were going to set up your first therapy appointment to make sure you never made him feel like he lost again.

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BTS Fic Rec

Mature (smut/horror, triggering) - (M) | Fluff (F) | AU - AU | Angst - (A) |  Series - (...) 

Please check out all the writers i have mentioned and leave them feedback, remember, reblogs do more than likes 

Read/Favourites - (I re-read most of these)

OT7/Poly/Multiple Members

The Dog Days Are Over by @therealmintedmango (OT7) (A) (F) Hybrid!au (...)

Hybrid House by @hollyhomburg (OT7) (F) (A) Hybrid!AU

Sanctuary by @btsreactsarchive (OT7) (F) (...) Hybrid!AU

Dance To This by @hollyhomburg (Seokjin) (Namjoon) (Yoongi) (F) (A) (M)  (...) Hybrid!AU

How To Mend A Broken Spirit by @we-be-writing-bts-stuff (OT7) (F) (A) Hybrid!AU  (...)

Dulce Periculum by @forgottenpasta  (Taehyung) (Jungkook) (F) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Sugary Sweet by @hollyhomburg (Taehyung) (Yoongi) (Namjoon) (F) (A) Hybrid!AU

Three’s a Crowd by @taecas (Taehyug) (Yoongi) (M) (F) (A) (...)

Sweeter Than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga (Jimin) (Multiple through the story) (M) (A) Vampire!AU (...)

Cherry by @go-gently-please (OT7) (M) AU (...) Vampire!AU

Lifeline by @forgottenpasta (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Vampire!AU Soulmate!AU 

Routine by @daydream-hobii (Taehyung) (Yoongi) (...) (F) (A) Hybrid!AU

Safe Haven by @analovegirl (OT7) (F) (...) Hybrid!AU

Sandcastles by @hollyhomburg (Jimin) (Namjoon) (Yoongi (Hoseok) (F) (A) (M) (...) Wolf!AU

Butterfly by @hollyhomburg (OT7) (F) (M) (A) (...)

Moth to a Flame by @bang-to-the-tan  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Vampire!AU

Need by @bang-tan-bitches (Rap Line) (M) (...) Wolf!AU

Kitten’s Got His Tongue by @gardentulips (Yoongi) (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Unconditionally by @btsreactsarchive (OT7) (F) (A) (M)  (...) Wolf!AU

Tainting Purity by @sevenincubistolemyheart (OT7) (M) (A) (...)  Demon!AU

Soul Meiteu by @bang-tan-bitches (OT7) (A) (F) (...)  Soulmate!AU

String Of Fate by @minniepetals (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Mafia! AU

Call Me Yours by @hollyhomburg (Sequel to DTT) (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid! AU

Wild Ones by @justanotherbtsbitch (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Hyrbid!AU

Bunny Blues by @httpjeon (Yoongi) (Jungkook)  (F) (A) (...) Hybrid!AU

Pandemonium by @chinkbihh  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...)  Sugar Daddy!AU Yandere!AU

Candlelit Nightmare by @junqkook (M) (...) (OT7) Yandere!AU

What The Devil Doesn’t Know by @hollyhomburg (M) (...)  (Jimin) (Namjoon) Demon!AU Magic!AU

eight’s a crowd by @baepsaets (OT7) (F) (A)  (...) Soulmate!AU

Beautifully Misfit by @orphicbts (Maknae Line)  (F) (A) (M) (...)  Hybrid!AU

I’ll Still Stay by @sugamoonv (OT7) (F) (A) (...)  Hybrid!AU

At Last by @sugamoonv (OT7) (F) (A) (...)  Soulmate!AU

Recrudescence by @chimchimsauce (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Yandere!AU Soulmate!AU Magic!AU

The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot (Jungkook) (Taehyung) (M) (...)

Datura by @girlmeetsliv3 (Taehyung) (Jimin) (M) (A) (...) Yandere!AU

Super Rich Kids by @exhausted-joy (OT7?) (M) (A) (...)

Hybrid Heart Attack by @daydream-hobii (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Forever Ours by @yougotnojams73  (OT7) (F) (A) (M)  (...) Soulmate!AU

Florescence by @jincherie (Taehyung) (Seokjin)  (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid! AU

Bangtan Crossing by @mintedmango   (OT7) (F)  (...) Hybrid!AU

Lost in translation by @honeymoonjin  (OT7) (F) (A) (...) Teacher!AU

Humanity by @bts-trash-blog (Jimin) (Jungkook)  (F) (A) (M)  (...) Hybrid!AU

Kings of The Campus by @lustjoon  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) College! AU

Discipline by @sinsforjeon  (OT7) (F) (A) (M)  (...) 

Blacklisted by @httpjeon (Jungkook) (Taehyung) (A) (M) 

Heartbeat by @minniepetals  (OT7) (F) (A) (M)  (...) Hybrid!AU

Abundance by @angelicyoongie  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Alpha goes first by @hollyhomburg  (OT7) (F) (A) (M)  Wolf!AU

Roses and Thorns by @minniepetals (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Dragon!Au

Sunshine riptide by @jincherie  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Between the Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga  (OT7) (F) (A) Mafia!AU

Lunacy by @jincherie (Jungkook) (Seokjin)  (F) (A) (M) Wolf!AU

Until the last star falls by @minniepetals  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) God!AU

Of Treasure and Adventure by @rosy-night-sky (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Indiana Jones!AU

Faerie Realm by @ddaengyoonmin  (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Videogame!AU

Tangled Hearts by @writersrealmbts  (OT7) (F) (A) Hybrid!AU

From Eden by @ddaenggtan (Yoongi) (Hoseok) (F) (A) (M) God!AU

Tuqburni by @solastia (Yoongi) (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) 

Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Hybrid!AU

The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy (OT7) (F) (A) (M) Historical!AU 

Individual Members

Ragdoll by @ausblack(Jimin) (F) (A) (...) Hybrid!AU 

His by @taecas (Jungkook) (M) (F) (A) (...) Wolf!AU

Little Dove by @yminie (Taehyung) (F) (M) (A) Wolf!AU

Color by @midnightbts (Yoongi) (F) Blind!AU

Happy Helper by @chimtaesty(Taehyung) (F) Ghost!AU

a well oiled machine by @jincherie (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M) (...) Android!AU

The Firefly That Guards The Fox by @magicalsalamander (Taehyung) (F) (A) (M) (...) Hybrid!AU

Little Bear by @b-angst-tan (Jimin) (F) (A)  (...) Hybrid!AU

Into The Woods by @exhausted-joy (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Yandere!AU

Of Fire and Love by @hollyhomburg (Yoongi)  (f) (a) (...) Dragon!AU

Crimson by @detectivebts (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Soulmate!AU

Otherworldly by @sinning-on-a-sunday (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Coraline!AU

Pursuing Happiness by @akinnie75  (Yoongi) (F) (A)

The Promised Iris by @akinnie75  (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) Soulmate! AU

Discolorae by @akinnie75 (Namjoon)  (F) (A) Fantasy!AU

Scary Hours by @exhausted-joy  (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M) (...) Yandere!AU

Shadows by @re-sugance  (Jungkook) (F) (A) (M)  Venom!AU

Blossom by @flowery-hope (Jimin) (F) (A) (...) Historical!AU

Hope World by @personasintro  (Hoseok) (F) (A) (...)

Lovebug by @httpjeon (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) Hybrid!AU

Flower by @readyplayerhobi  (Hoseok) (F) (A) (M) (...) Punk!AU

Tentacledipity by @jincherie  (Jimin) (F) (A) (M) (...) Alien!AU

Three’s Company by @godzillagirl-14  (Jimin) (Fem!OC) (F) (A) (M) (...)

The crimson shell by @angelicyoongie (Jungkook)  (A) (M) (...) Yandere!AU Merman!AU

welcome to the underworld by @krookedkoo  (Jungkook) (m) Demon!AU

Under the sea by @bloomsuga (Jimin) (M) Merman!AU Yandere!AU

Beloved by @bang-tan-bitches (Yoongi) (M) (A) Historical!AU Yandere!AU

Fish are friends by @httpjeon (Taehyung) (F) (A) (M) Hybrid!AU

Room 109 by @lavishedinjimin (Jungkook) (M) Wolf!AU

Cold by @ddaeng-181338 (Yoongi) 

Crimson by @your-kpop-fantasy-land (Taehyung) (M) (A) Ghoul!AU

Lay Me Gently by @ddaenggtan (Seokjin) (F) (M) (A) God!AU

As We Go Along by @ddaenggtan (Yoonji) (F) (A) (M) Min Yoonji! AU

#bts #bts reactions #bts au #bts angst #bts hybrid au #bts yandere au #bts smut #bts fluff #bts wolf au #bts fanfic #bts poly #poly bts

[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part Two and a Half

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 900+ (Just kind of a teaser to get me back into writing this story!)

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

Tag List: (Please notify me if you wish to be added/ no longer want to be apart of the tag list!) @openup-yourmind , @deeepvibes, @heoniebaby, @xxsunny-side-upxx

Cerberus Playlist (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!

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A shot from the nose of a gun rings out in the middle of the wood. The sound is jarring, spooking the horses they ride upon— but, only for a moment. Mid-mornings are for the prince’s to have a moment to themselves, to talk and convene, like their own personal meeting that takes place every day. Just the seven brothers, safe for the horses, the hunting dogs that yelp and yip with glee, and some trusted staff who have loyal tendencies in their sinew and marrow. Small woodland creatures scatter as the pheasants the group were tracking are flushed from their hiding spaces in the thicket.

For they all weren’t blessed to have been birthed under the warm and pregnant harvest full moon like they were.

“Excellent shot, Hoseok.” Taehyung smiles his boxy grin at his elder brother as he directs his horse to be placed next to his.

A trail of hot breath exited the mouth of the third-eldest, whipping and whispering away into the afternoon air. The loudest, most outgoing brother always seems to become lethally quiet when he is focused; eyes trained and nerves unwavering. He would surely be Bangtan’s tactical genius or a general one of these days. Hoseok reloads and fires at the bird with ease, directing one of their staff to go retrieve his fresh slain kill. His wolffish grin is not lost, his brothers echoing his silent, devious smirk as they clap their leather gloves together.

“I feel bad leaving her back at home by herself.” Jungkook turns his head back to the direction of their foreboding estate, his smile faltering.

“Come now, she’s not a child.” Yoongi scoffs, smoothing the hairs on his horse's neck. “She is free to do as she pleases. I see no band on her finger.”

“I know.” Jungkook retorts with a low growl. “Do we think she was being hunted?”

“Who would want to hurt an angel that divine?” Taehyung rumbles, his timbre darkening with the thought.

“She’s awfully frightened.” Jimin says.

“Speak for yourself.” Yoongi grumbled under his breath, but they all heard his remark regardless.

“She might be a liability, hyung.” Namjoon sighs, looking out at the bright horizon of the wood, the sun hanging very high in the pale blue sky. “What if it’s a trap and she is a witch or a demon or worse sent from our friends beyond this world?”

“She is human.” Hoseok sneers, lip curling. “She is human. You can smell the earth and sweat on her flesh.” His eyes flashed a danger deep amber as he shot the last of the flock of game bird.

“Let’s not waste anymore time.” Seokjin asks over the din of the dogs barking in delight and his brothers bickering atop their steads. He raised his brows and they all quieted down at once. “Though she seems harmless and is quite stunning, we have to approach this diplomatically.” The brothers all nod. This was the way it worked here. “I will go down the line in our regular fashion and I want you to tell me if she stays or goes.”

Seokjin’s amber gaze drifted to the second born brother. “Yoongi?”

“Stay.” Yoongi said, almost a little too quickly.

“Hose-“

“Stay.” Hoseok cut him off, nostrils flaring in annoyance. “She is staying.”

Seokjin sighs with a soft smile, directing his question next to the next in the line up. “Namjoon?”

Namjoon pauses, looking down at his leather saddle, weighing his decision heavily. “Goes.”

“Stay.” Jimin did not wait to be called on, his soft smile was endearing, his pale cheeks flushed. From the cold or from the girl, Seokjin could not tell.

“Me too.” Taehyung speaks up, eyes narrowing at his older brother. “Stay.”

“She has to stay, hyung.” Jungkook looks between Namjoon and Seokjin. “She belongs here. With us.”

“My vote is she stays.” Seokjin nods, his rich orbs finding his very intelligent middle brother who looks away. “However, any witchcraft or mysterious activity with her and she is out. She is to be treated with the highest respect like we would a royal guest. I do not want you lot courting her; do not disrespect her or our name in the process of her staying with us. We have to figure out who she is…and why was she in the wood and from our neighbors from the south, no less…” He exhales a breath looking at each of his brothers faces. Their attention was focused solely on him as he says, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Yoongi smirks, his white hair reflecting the bright sun as they make their way back through the forest, their birds and dogs in tow. The meeting was drawing to a close on this fine afternoon.

“Let’s make sure she is comfortable during her stay in Bangtan.” Seokjin smiles, some malice and mirth behind his lush lips and soft tone, his pointed canines glimmering like freshly washed china.

One of their hound dogs lets out a wail of a hound and most of the brothers can help but laugh.

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Author’s Notes: I hope y’all listen to the playlist when reading! It’s still a work in progress, so don’t judge it too much! Also, I really want to focus on this story so I’ll be channeling my attention into this story when I’m not at school or at work! Xoxo

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PART TWO l PART THREE

#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #bts #jung hoseok #min yoongi #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #werewolf #werewolf AU #BTS werewolf #BTS werewolf au #cerberus #BTS Cerberus

[ggukkiearchive]

Pairing:  Jimin x Reader Author: @therealmintedmango Length: one shot | part of the The Deadly Predator Hybrid Series Word Count: 11k Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, hybrid au, King Cobra!Jimin, snake hybrid jimin, hybrid!reader, Fighter AU

Smut Tags/Warnings:  69 (Sex Position), Two Cocks, mild fight scene, Mild Fighting, Mentions of Blood, mentions of venom, mentions of poison, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasms, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Mild Praise Kink

Summary:

You could feel the eyes of all the animal people in the room on you as you approach the ring quickly. The King was smirking down at you like the almighty jerk that he was. You knew he was a pompous asshat, never really speaking to him but knowing he acted like he was so much better than everyone like he was above them and you were but a mere ant below him.

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#jimin ao3 fic recs #jimin x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin smut #jimin hybrid au #jimin enemies to lovers #fic: venom #author: therealmintedmango #author: mintedmango #bts themed series #series: the deadly predator hybrid series #ggukkiearchiveAO3 #therealmintedmango #mintedmango

[ggukkiereads]

Fic Faves | Prince AUs - Jimin

Based on a recent ask for a Prince Jimin fic rec. I must admit I have favorites AUs per member (like werewolf Jungkook, mafia Yoongi, CEO/Pres Namjoon, etc). I guess for Jimin, I have this obsession with him as a prince 🥰.

Fics are sectioned into:  Prince/King Jimin or Princess/Queen!OC

💌  This was only made possible because someone took the time to plan, write and share these Prince Jimin imagines with us. So all credits go to our dear authors! If you’re a reader like me who enjoyed the fics, please reblog the fics or leave a positive comment 🥰.

Please note that most of the fics are mature. Minors please DNI. Check the tags/warnings per fic too.

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

Note: if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist.

Prince/King Jimin

A Love in a Bloom @xiaokoo​ - drabble | 494 | Prince Jimin, Mute!Reader, Little Mermaid AU-ish | F

Beholden @kpopfanfictrash​ - one shot | 4.4k | Queen!OC who got proposed to by a king from another land, King’s royal advisor (? or staff? he proposes on behalf of the King) | S

Best of Me @therealmintedmango​ - series [9/9] | 23k | Prince!Jimin x Dancer!Reader x Assistant!Taehyung (also his bestfriend), Medieval AU, Historical (Korean setting), poly but without the smut  | A, F

Blood to Spare @yoon-kooks​ - one shot | 6.7k | Prince!Jimin x Knight!Reader, Jimin’s “date” to the royal ball, forbidden love, some action | A, S

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Crowned @yoon-ing​ - one shot | 11.7k | modern royalty, suddenly informed he’s part of the royal blood, lost prince type, some mystery (Kim Brothers were supposed to inherit the throne). Established relationship, it reminds me of a korean drama | A, F

Cygnet & Cinder @submissive-bangtan​ - two shot [2/2] | 25.2k | historical, thriller, action, Crown Prince Jimin as fencing trainee, secret relationship, Part 2 is two years after Cygnet, sub!jimin | S, A

Equinox @crystaljins​ - one shot | 7.2k | King of Spring, arranged marriage with Queen of Winter, feat annoying Queen of Summer | F

Full Moon and Arrows @bangtiddies​ - one shot | 3.1k | Fantasy, Crown Prince Jimin, OC is a warrior/archer (D&D and Inuyasha-inspired), secret identity (Jimin doesn’t know her full background) until the enemies appeared (expect a bit of action with some bandits) | A, F

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02 03 04 05 06 07 08.09 10 11

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02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 epilogue

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Weight @augustbutwinter​ - drabble | 1k | newly coronated King, star-crossed, childhood friends | A (so this is really angsty but so beautifully written 😭)

Princess/Queen x Jimin

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Blackthorn Creek  @randombtsprincessa​ - one shot | 24k | Beauty and the Beast AU, Princess!OC (but cursed, she’s the Beast in the story), Fantasy AU, Curse AU, feat other members as the cursed objects (lol like Seokjin as the candleholder, etc) | A, F, S

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Let the Dead Weep @cinnaminsvga - one shot | 5.6k | royal guard!jimin, princess!reader, cold-hearted Jimin, feat Prince!Jungkook (arranged marriage), a love that can not be 😭 | A (extra angst)

Princess of the Hills @joonfxction​ - one shot | 8.7k | commoner!jimin, princess!reader, feat emperor!taehyung | A, F, S (this is more on angst than fluff 😭)

The Only Way @ethertae​ - one shot | 10.6k | historical au, renaissance au, princess!oc, guard!jimin, childhood friends au, OC engaged to Taehyung,  angsty ending | A, S, slight F

notes

Though I put it under Royalty AUs, I realize I haven’t included fics where he’s the knight or some other royal character (and OC is not a Princess/Queen)

Doesn’t include AO3 fic rec (except for realmintedmango since it’s the link provided on their blog)

I didn’t include fics I really love but discontinued (like Majesty by tayegi, but you can check the fic here; I just assumed it’s discontinued 😁)

I usually update this when I encounter new fics! =)

🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =) 🌷 posted: 2021 July 16 | updated: 🌷 other fic recs lists

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[joheun-saram]

alive (jjk)

Summary- Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it

word count- 4.3k

pairing- nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon)

rating- R

genre- angst, smut

warnings- explicit smut (including fingering), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), sad sex, talks of depression and anxiety, talks of therapy, character death, car accident

a.n- First off a huge thank you to the brilliant Tailia @namyoongles​ for the banner! Isn’t it beautiful. Second, this is part of @btswriterscollective​ secret santa project and I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @therealmintedmango​‘s secret santa 🎅🏼I had such a great time getting to know you this month Mango and I really hope you enjoy all the angst in this fic! Happy holidays, love! 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Well if you can’t even talk to me, maybe we should just end this!” you screamed, your lungs aching as you looked at your boyfriend on the couch next to you, the room falling into a charged silence. It had been the same fight for months. The same constant back and forth. You would try to broach the topic but he would close off. Every time. His expression was neutral as he looked at you, his doe eyes betraying his defeat as he sighed.

Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it. You hated how it seemed to bring all your insecurities to the surface and clawed at your emotions till they were raw. From the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon looking at you sadly, disappointed, before shaking his head at you and disappearing round the corner. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at your boyfriend, who sat in silence at your outburst.

Jungkook had always been quiet, introverted, and this cloud of mystery was one of the things that made him so unbelievably attractive, but now it was the worst thing about him. You didn’t expect this fight to escalate, you didn’t expect these words to come out, but now that they were you wanted him to react. Needed him to react. Needed just anything more than the stoic expression marring his features. 

“Maybe we should…” Jungkook spoke softly, after what seemed like hours. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it only caused your anger to flare. He was seriously going to just throw away everything? 

You looked at him next to you as he seemed to have moved further away. You’re not sure if he actually did or your mind was playing tricks on you again, but the seat cushion between you seemed to stretch for miles, Jungkook getting smaller in the horizon. 

“You’re not even going to fight for us? You’re going to walk away?” You didn’t care that you were raising your voice, and that the one tear from earlier was now a flood cascading down your features. Maybe it was your fate. You never thought you deserved happiness and this was just another nail in your ever growing collection. You had spent your life chasing after that elusive ray of joy, only for you to get too comfortable when you reached it and it disappeared as soon as it appeared, throwing you into the darkness once again. 

It figures that this happiness would vanish too. You wanted to reach out and shake Jungkook. Why did he have to change? Why did he have to do this to you? 

“What did I do? What happened?” you asked, your voice small, as you looked at him staring at his hands in his lap. His long wavy hair fell into his eyes, and the longer he sat there in silence, the louder your heart crumbled. “Say something!” you exclaimed, followed by a quieter “Please…”

“What do you want me to say Y/N? You’re the one who wants to end us.” Jungkook finally looks at you, his lips pressed together as his tongue pokes lightly to the inside of his cheek. You’d seen this look before, but never directed at you. It was cold and made your skin pebble, made fresh tears stream down your face.

“Because you changed! Because you hate me!” you yelled indignitedly as he sighs once again. He lifts his head slightly as he looks at you, his eyes glassy.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispers quietly, the words floating in the tension in the air.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Why haven’t you said a full sentence to me these past two months?”

“Because…” He looks away again staring straight ahead at the blank wall of his living room and you can’t help but move closer, wiping your eyes to see him clearer.

“No. You can’t do your stupid quiet guy shit right now! I need to know!” You pull at his shoulder to make him look at you and as he does, his hand finds yours, holding it gently. His eyes swim with the love you’ve come to expect from him but it's tinged with an overwhelming sadness, a sadness that droops his features even though he tries to school them into a small smile on your behalf.

“It’s not your fault, okay?” He is still whispering, his hand squeezing yours as the other fidgets with the untied string of his sweatpants.

“What’s not my fault? Please Kook. Please talk to me!” You remove your hand from his and cup his face in both of yours, needing more, anything to help clear the haze in your head.

“I can’t.” His voice louder, he pulls your hands away from his face as he goes to stand up and you grab at his legs to stop him.

“Why not?!”

“Because you’ve never loved me and I had to find out when you were drunk!” Jungkook yells. He never yells, not at you anyway, but it’s not his volume that stuns you, it’s the words echoing through the small studio apartment. Words that make you freeze, dropping your hands from him as you feel the breath knocked out of your lungs.

“What?”

“That night after the club. While I was taking care of you. Me!” He points at his chest, his eyes ablaze as he continues. “Making sure that you didn’t get puke on your hair or fall or get hurt, you looked at me and do you know what you asked me?” His shoulders fall as he quietens once again, sighing and running his hands through his hair. His face distorts into one of heartbreak as he says the next words, his tone even and calm. “‘Why don’t I love you as much as him?’ And here I was like an idiot believing you every time you said you loved me”

You stand at his words. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. You remember that night. Not most of it but you know yourself enough to know you would never say that to him, not after he had worked so hard to put you back together again. Jungkook wasn’t your soulmate, you didn’t believe in those anymore, but Jungkook was your rock, your best friend. He was there when you couldn’t get out of bed for days. He was there when you didn’t know how to stop crying. He was always there. And you loved him.

“I do love you. Jungkook, please!” You grab his hands, holding them tightly as if he would disappear too. You looked at him desperately, trying to convey your feelings through your gaze, but all you found in him was defeat. 

“I just can’t do this anymore. You’re right. I can’t compete with a ghost… not anymore.” He sighed again as his lip quivered. It stuttered your breath and you felt your chest tightened. You couldn’t lose him, not after Namjoon. As you felt the panic rising, the drunk haze of two months ago came into focus, spiking your adrenaline and paling your face.

You danced to the loud EDM pulsing through the club as neon lights flashed across your skin, setting your white dress aglow. Jungkook was pressed against your back as his lips ghosted the skin of your neck, his hands grazing your hips as he pulled you closer. You hadn’t felt this content in years, the tequila warming your veins in a sweet comfort as your boyfriend’s hips moved against yours, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

You missed this. Missed going dancing and drinking because it was fun and not because you were trying to forget. Surrounded by your friends, you smiled as you opened your eyes, finally happy. Until you saw him and your heart dropped, making you freeze.

Namjoon smiled at you from the bar, the sweet dimpled smile that creased his eyes into crescents as he waved. How was he here? How was he back?

You felt your heart kickstart as you pushed Jungkook off you and raced to the bar. You’d apologize to him later, but you needed Namjoon right now. Needed to feel him in your arms, needed to smell his calming scent, and so like an addict you raced through the club looking for one more hit. When you reached the bar, he wasn’t there anymore and the sheer weight of disappointment made you sob. You felt a pair of strong arms surround you and the familiar smell of bergamot and vanilla encased your senses, pulling you closer into a firm chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” A soft voice asked as you looked at Jungkook’s worry filled eyes. You hated that you were doing this again. It had been almost a year since this happened, and your mind felt numb as you grasped Jungkook’s black shirt.

“He was here! Kook he was here!” you exclaimed, your loud voice carrying over the music. You were sure you looked deranged, mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick smeared where it met Jungkook’s shirt, as you desperately cling to him. He looks at you sadly before pulling you into his chest once again, holding you tight, his fingers running soothingly on your scalp.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” He repeated that phrase as he stroked your back, trying to calm you down as you continued sobbing and onlookers peered at the two of you curiously.

The memory of the night jolts you as you grab onto Jungkook’s shirt the same way you did at the club, looking at him pleadingly. His face blurred behind your tears as you yelled.

“I was with him for five years and he fucking died!” There’s no volume behind your words, only the distraught behind the truth you felt you were never ready to face. You weakly punched at Jungkook’s chest trying to make him understand your agony. But you didn’t need to try, he already knew, had lived through it with you.

“Yeah Namjoon died! But I’m here! I’m alive!” His voice was broken as the tears finally escaped his eyes. He grabbed your hand from where it was knocking against his chest and held it there. “You feel this? That’s my heart racing for you! How it always does! Because I love you.”

“Kook-”

Before you can say anything else, he grabs your face and crashes your lips together desperately, wanting you to feel just an ounce of what he felt for you. Your sinuses full of tears, your lungs burn as you pull him closer. You want him to consume you, make you forget again as you taste the salt of his tears. The overwhelming guilt breaks you more as his fingers move from your face to your waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

Three years ago you never thought you would love someone again. You didn’t deserve to not when it was your fault you could never see Namjoon’s face again. Your fault that the world would never know what difference he would have made to it. But when you stood outside the funeral his parents had banned you from attending, arm in a cast and stitches on your forehead, caving into yourself from grief, Jungkook found you. Held you tight enough to stop you from breaking and told you it wasn’t your fault, that there was no way to have known that the 14 wheeler would run a red. And he reminded you everyday till you believed him, till your dreams no longer weaved your memories into nightmares, till you no longer saw Namjoon everywhere you looked. Till you felt worthy to love Jungkook back. 

When the air in your lung runs out, you pull away, but Jungkook pulls you closer, trailing his lips from your jaw to down your neck. He kisses you with fervor, nibbling the skin and soothing it with his tongue till you're moaning. You grip his hair and pull him back to your lips, his tongue caressing yours as your tears give way to the passion. Your heart stutters as his hands move to the back of your thighs and he effortlessly lifts you without leaving your lips, walking towards his bed. 

Amidst the kisses, he bumps into the bookshelf that separates his bed from the living room causing a few books to fall to the floor, the loud thud breaking the silence in the room. He ignores it as he tosses you on the bed, climbing over you as you look up at him. There are still tears in his eyes as he slows down and presses his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he says softly but the sadness in his eyes never gives way to the usual warmth. It feels like a goodbye and you feel another wave of grief wash over you. Why did you have to be like this? Why couldn't you give him what he needed when he gave you so much?

You cup his damp face and he leans into your hands, closing his eyes as you kiss him tenderly, hoping to convey how much you needed him. You pull at the hem of his shirt, running your hands under it, feeling the light shudder that goes through him as his skin pebbles. He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor as he kisses you again more urgently, his lips molding to yours, igniting a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. He holds on to your face as if you would run away if he didn't.

You push gently against his chest and he looks up in alarm before you make him lie next to you and straddle his waist. You continue kissing him, trailing your lips over his neck, painting his golden chest red as the lump in your throat grows. Despite the tears still running steadily, you whisper 'I love you's, hoping he'd believe you, but you're not sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself. 

He's right, you don't love him like you loved Namjoon. You don't think you can ever love anyone the way you loved him. Namjoon was your shelter amidst the rain, but Jungkook was the light amidst the darkness. It's different, it's incomparable. You never needed Namjoon the way you need Jungkook. Never woke up in the middle of the night relieved to find him still sleeping next to you. You had never depended on someone like you depended on Jungkook, and so, wasn't that love? Wasn't needing someone the same as you need oxygen, love? 

You trail your kisses lower, but before you could reach his waistband, he lifts your shirt pulling it off you, and with his arms circled tight around your waist he kisses you again. The two of you kiss for a while, relishing the feel of each other's skin, his grip tightening till you can't breathe. He's never like this, never this needy and your heart breaks as you realize that he still thinks he's competing.

You don't know if you're still crying, but you pull yourself up and stare at him. "Jungkook, I love you. I need you. Please-"

But before you can finish your sentence, he rolls the two of you over, pinning you under him as he pulls your shorts down your legs. You didn't mean this need, but you couldn't deny how wet his length hardened against you made you. He traces his fingers over your soaked panties, groaning into your mouth before pushing them aside and thrusting two fingers in. 

He swallows your moans as you arch into him. He sets a fast pace right from the start as his lips move to your chest. His mouth moves over your nipples, capturing one to tease it with his tongue, lapping at it furiously. He nips it lightly and you feel your whole body alight, leaving all your thoughts to tumble out of your head. All you see are the flashes of red behind your eyelids, all you hear is the sounds of his fingers thrusting in you, all you can feel is him as Jungkook does what he does best - make you forget.

“Want to make you forget. Want to make you mine,” he whispers against your chest, as he removes his fingers, pulling your panties off your legs as he takes his shorts and boxers off in a haze. You don’t know what’s going through his mind as he looks at you with a darkened gaze, his eyes roaming your body, before he kisses you again. It’s hard and rough, teeth clattering against each other, his tongue licking into you as you mewl.

His cock grinds against your clit as he kisses you and you can’t help the way your hips buck up against him. He looks up at that, a hand moving down to line himself up against you. “Please tell me you want me,” he pleads against your lips, and another tear rolls down your cheek as you nod vigorously before kissing him. Another wave of guilt rushes through you seeing your usually confident boyfriend pleading at you, and for the first time as he slowly sinks into you, you don’t think of Namjoon.

You gasp against his lips as he fully sheaths himself within you. “Jungkook… Kookie. Please… want you, need you.” He rewards your pleas by slowly pulling out and thrusting in again, gripping your waist tightly and bracing his knees against the bed to start rocking into you faster.

“I’m here. Me. Me. I’m the one here for you.” He repeats again and again, the mantra powering his thrusts, leaving you a moaning mess below him as he consistently hits the spot that makes you see stars. You wrap your legs around his waist, stuttering his name and holding tightly onto his forearms. You can feel your orgasm build up as you lose yourself in his touch, letting him move your body as he pulls you in each time his hips meet yours.

You tighten around him as you feel the high of your pleasure coursing through your veins. At the feeling, Jungkook moves forward, bracing his arms around your head, his forehead against yours as he commands you to open your eyes.

His eyes are glassy as he looks at you lost in pleasure like it’s the only thing he needs. He kisses you again, softly, a total juxtaposition to the hard movement of his hips that’s quickly tightening the coil in your stomach. His movements are sloppier now as he approaches his high as well, but he moves a hand down, fingers circling your clit.

“Cum for me, baby, please,” he moans as you lose yourself to the euphoria he provides. Jungkook watches your face contorted in pleasure as you writhe under him, finding his release soon after you.

You pull him closer, your arms tight around him, as he thrusts as deep as he can before stilling and filling you. He collapses on you right after, still buried inside you with his head in the crook of your shoulder, your pants echoing through the room.

He lays on top of you for a while, his crushing weight smothering you to the mattress, but you don’t move him, welcoming the intimacy after months of distance. You think he’s fallen asleep, but then you feel his shoulders shake, your neck getting damp as he sniffles next to you. The guilt returns as you stroke his back gently and let him cry, your own reservoir long empty. Without lifting his head, he grabs one of your hands, lacing your fingers together, as he holds it tightly.

“I’m sorry I’m not him.” He mumbles against you. You go to say his name but before you can he interrupts you. “I’m sorry I can’t make it hurt less. I’m sorry I can’t bring him back. I’m so, so sorry.”

You try to move his head to see him but he just nuzzles his face in deeper, his hair tickling your neck gently. Your mind feels heavy, like if you thought more your brain would simply shrivel up. You wish you were a different person, had a different life, made better decisions. You hate yourself for making Jungkook feel like he’s responsible for your happiness, responsible for putting you back together, but most of all you hate yourself for making him feel like he has to bring Namjoon back for you to feel happy.

Before Namjoon died, Jungkook was a different person. He was funny, energetic, competitive, but afterwards he just became quiet. Sure, he was introverted before, but he just lost the spark behind his eyes. It wasn’t surprising. Jungkook had known Namjoon even longer than you did. He grew up with him and looked up to him like a younger brother would. In the beginning of your relationship, you even felt that he thought he had some kind of responsibility to take care of you for him. He never pushed you, always relented to your requests. 

The first time you slept with him was only three months after the funeral, when in a drunken haze you begged him to make you forget. He wiped your tears and held you as he helped you forget. In the two years following he never asked you to do anything, except for one thing. One thing you were always too scared to do because to you it would be admitting that you were broken. As you laid with your arms tight around him, lamenting how you broke him worse, you decided to give it to him.

“I’ll go to therapy.” Your voice was low but firm, and it jolts Jungkook to move up and lean on his hands next to your head. The movement makes the two of you wince as he suddenly pulls out of you, dragging his release down your thighs. His red rimmed eyes roam your face looking for deceit.

“You will?”

 “I can’t expect you to fix me, Kook. I can’t put that on you.” You sigh, a hand reaching out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. Your thumb brushes over his lower lip that juts out in a slight pout, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have him in your life.

“You can. I’ll always be here for you, you know that right?” He whispers and it makes your heart ache when you think about how defeated he seemed earlier. 

“Kook… I love you… I really do.” Your eyes are glassy again and you wonder how it is that your body can keep producing tears. He hugs you at that, his arms going under your waist to gently lift you and scoot the two of you upwards, resting your head on the pillows. He lies next to you, a little distance between the two of you, your hands laced together as you both stare at the ceiling, the emotions of the night turning to exhaustion.

“I should’ve talked to you instead of trying to run away.” Jungkook speaks after a while, making you turn your head towards him.

“I didn’t mean what I said-”

“It’s okay if you did. I miss him. I wish he was here too.” He looks at you with a small smile.

“No. It’s not okay. You don’t deserve this. You could be with someone else and you’d be happy. You could be happy Kook. Don’t you want that? To be with someone who doesn’t imagine their dead ex all the time?” Your voice is firm, even when it wavers slightly towards the end, your grip around his hand getting tighter.

“No. I want to be with you.” His thumb caresses your hand as he turns on his side as he puts his arm around your waist. The warmth you missed these past months was back in his eyes, but instead of it raising butterflies, all it did was produce dread for when it would disappear as he continued. “I would’ve left a long time ago if I wanted to. If you don’t want me, I still can... if that’s what would make you happy.”

“I think you need to be with someone who you don’t have to put together again.” Your voice is small as he sighs again, letting go of your hand to pull you close to his body, cradling your head into his chest. On instinct, you wrap your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his chest. The touch of his skin on yours never failed to comfort you.

“You’re not broken. I’m not putting you together. I just… I don’t want to lose you.” His voice reverberates through his chest as he holds you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“But maybe you need to.” You want to be selfish, keep him for yourself but shouldn’t you let Jungkook go for his sake? Let him find someone with less work, no matter how much it hurts you? It was bad enough that your mental health was terrible, did his need to be too? You feel his heart pound under you and it causes yours to speed up as well, anticipating his words. You don’t know how you would react if he agreed.

“Tomorrow. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.” He says after quiet contemplation. “I love you. More than you’ll know.”

“And I love you. You. Jeon Jungkook. Even if I’m selfish and ruining you.”

He shushes you at that, stroking your hair as the two of you fall in a dreamless sleep. You didn’t know if your relationship would survive past the post-orgasmic endorphins, but you knew one thing for sure. You were in love with Jungkook and tomorrow you were going to set up your first therapy appointment to make sure you never made him feel like he lost again.

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