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aajjks · 2 months
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Mommy Issues (IV)
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synopsis. They wanted you, they needed you.
pairing. yandere!single dad!jungkook x fem!reader.
warnings. yändêrê bêhãvïöür, 0 tö ä 100 rêäl quïck, ängst, jk ïs kïnda än äss ïn thïs, mänïpülätïön, dëprëssïon, mëntïöns of vïöliêncè.
note. hello y’all. 😳 umm it’s surely been a while… but here’s another update, enjoy! and please share your feedback and thoughts! also send in asks for mi characters as well. AND PLZ DONT FORGET ABOUT MI KOO.
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Jungkook regrets saying that out loud because now you’re gonna think that he’s a creep, or definitely a weirdo. You’re staring at him completely caught off guard and he doesn’t blame you.
But before he can overthink and let his anxiety take over, because of how creeped out you must be at his remark, why did he even say that out loud it was unnecessary… you give him a small smile, and all of his nerves immediately calm down. The effect that you have on him… he’s so in love with you.
“U-Uh I’m so sorry how inappropriate of me… yeah, I remember not in the school, right.. Ms yn I’m so sorry.” Jungkook looks down in his lap, but all he sees is Jeon Seol staring back at his father, with a confused look in his Bambi eyes, even though there’s no no one left except for him, you and his son he still feels really bad because you must feel really uncomfortable.
“Well..” you clear your throat, “I don’t think there’s anything in particular that I need to tell you about the progress of his studies because he’s doing good in them but behavior wise,” your smile, fades a little and you’re all serious now, he notices every inch of your expression.
You look concerned.
“you don’t have to worry about Seol getting lost in the school the assistant teacher will take care of him because there is something that I need to discuss with you about him in private.”
Jungkook looks at you with confusion, because what possibly could you be telling him that you need Seol out of the room for?
“I-Is everything all right?” Jungkook stutters out, his nerves are back once again. You don’t say anything and that just scares me one more because what did his five year old do for you to be so serious? But jungkook has got your hint and he whispers something in his son’s ear before Seol runs off.
You sigh before saying, “Mr. jeon.. I’m a little concerned.”
“On Thursday, Seol punched a student because he said I loved him more than Seol.” You cross your arms across your chest. Your demeanor has completely shifted and you look so serious.
Damn, you look really hot- he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even listen to what you’re saying that is until the word punched settles in his brain.
“what? W-What?” he’s so confused right now. Jungkook cannot believe that his five-year-old punched someone. “Uhh what?” Dumbfounded he asks you once again.
“Yes… the child was even bleeding…” you shake your head, “as his teacher, I feel like I failed him because he wasn’t an aggressive violent child..” Jungkook doesn’t like the way you get a little sad.
No, it’s not your fault.
“Mr Jeon.. he’s a little possessive… for a five-year-old I don’t think that’s healthy… I mean I love him with all my heart I love all my students, but.. it seems like he wants me to only love him.”
Jungkook wants to scoff. And what is so wrong with that? Yeah he shouldn’t have punched the kid, but the kid must’ve instigated him. But he decides to keep his expressions neutral.
“Is everything all right? you’re his parent and I think it’s my responsibility to let you know everything about him.” The way you speak is so tender, so professional and gentle, but he feels a little pissed off.
You have left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“A-Are you saying that you don’t love him? Or that he’s got a problem?” His could you- can’t you see you’re breaking jungkooks heart right now?
“If only he had a mother…” he sighs, sadly.
Jungkook nods, coughing so he can clear his throat, he doesn’t want to come off as mean, but.. he cannot help it anymore.
“I understand… I think that my son has misunderstood you.” He begins, as he gets closer to your face. “he has confused your role in his life, I’m so sorry for that, but the truth is that he sees you as his mother-rather than a teacher and..” he takes a breath, “you’re not his mother. You’re just his teacher.” He barely manages to resist Make sure that his tone is appropriate.
And you’re speechless.
He immediately sees a change in your expressions and your mouth is a little wide when you hear him say that. “ I’ll make sure that he understands that and he will never do it again I am so sorry.” Jungkook smiles, Before he leans back in the chair.
“I’ll even apologize to the boys parents.” Jungkook just wants to get away from you now, first his father and now you.
This is the worst day ever.
And tomorrow he has to meet his father. Someone kill him.
“can I go now? Also, please could you tell me the boys name?” He is not speaking to you with a smile. As you tell him the boys name and his parents names, he can tell that you’re almost about to cry, for some reason.
That’s how he feels right now too. Maybe you’re not what he thought you were. You will never understand him or his son.
“Well Ms L/N have a good day.” he chooses to address you with your last name as compared to your first… jungkook doesn’t know why he’s feeling so bitter right now, but he feels like you’ve crushed his heart.
He just made him feel like his son has a problem and that you don’t love him. He almost feels a sense of betrayal.
He can just sulk in the car so he gets up before bowing to you, as his son’s teacher, he has to show you some respect, and he picks up Seol’s bag that was on the floor before he ran off, and he’s out of the room.
What a heavy heart, and a heavy conscious.
It’s about time that jungkook lets his son know that you’re not his mother. You’ll never be. You’ll never understand them. Truth is that you’ll never want them and need them like they do.
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chimamirenoai · 1 year
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A Child’s Longing
Yandere! Mafia! Kim Namjoon x Female! Reader
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“Mama, do I really have to replace Dad later?”
You looked up from the book you were reading and felt your heart squeeze helplessly. Your son sat on the floor while pushing his truck toy idly, a picture of innocence stained with the inevitability of a dark future. Every day he was trained to be the heir of the Kim family with little time to indulge in his childhood fully. And while he silently obeyed his father’s order, there were times when he questioned things. A natural curiosity, but it didn’t mean you knew what the natural answer was.
Rich people already lived in another world. Mafia families even more so.
You sighed.
“Of course, sweetheart. You’re the first child, therefore, you have to be the heir.”
“But you have a second child now.”
Instinctively, your hand went to pat your bulging stomach, where another innocent life was biding his sweet time before he was thrust into this stifling world. For him, and for you.
“Yejun, your little brother will have to study like you too.”
“But not as busy as I am, right?”
You fell quiet, for you knew not the answer was once again.
“I don’t want to be a leader.” Yejun sulked, slamming the toy petulantly. “I want to be an artist. I want to create things, not kill things.”
You flinched, recalling all the dramatic instances where Namjoon used his dirty position on you. First when he ordered some of his men to kill your boyfriend under the guise of a robbery, second when he lured you to his arms in your grief, third when he got close to your parents without your knowledge, fourth when you caught him talking to those men about ‘keeping an eye on your parents’ through the phone, fifth when he threatened to kill them if you misbehave in any way, and sixth when he forced you to marry him. Yejun growing up as a second Namjoon had always been your worst nightmare, both as a mother and a victim, but it wasn’t as if you had much freedom under this roof.
Not when you were still married to him. Not when he still loved you.
And this all began because you accidentally dropped your coffee on a hot guy’s shirt on one busy morning, and offered to lend him your coat to cover the stain which led to a long chitchat.
Life worked in a funny way, you thought. You were once a college student living in an average apartment, and now, you became a wife living in a fancy mansion. You couldn’t be rich and mentally content, just as you couldn’t be average and financially content.
It was impossible, just as it was fair. Ironically.
“You can create things as a hobby,” you paused, unsure if you wanted to enlarge his hope only to pop it like a balloon due to life’s intervention. And his. “or a side job, if your father allows it.”
“You know he won’t.” Yejun grumbled, pushing the toy away as if he was sick of it. “Father wants me to focus on my future job. It sucks.”
“What sucks?”
You both tensed up, yet your motherly and wifely instincts to please Namjoon and save Yejun were quick to react.
“N-nothing! We were just talking about how some toys break easily, and he thinks it sucks. Right, Yejun?”
The said boy nodded, half confused and half fearful.
Namjoon squinted slightly, unconvinced. For a split second, you feared he’d call you out and possibly punish Yejun for his petulance, but he seemed to be in a tolerant mood today.
“I see. It depends on how you treat them, of course. If you treat them roughly, then they’ll certainly break.”
You looked down wistfully, wondering if you’d broken now. If he’d break you again to the point of no return. Until he could build you back into a pliant woman he desired, the same way he stomped any fire of rebelliousness within Yejun.
Namjoon turned to him.
“Yejun, it’s time for your study.”
Sparing you a reluctant glance, the boy nodded and shuffled out of the living room as though his toys were now calling him to stay. The door closed, and you were left with your personal demon.
“It’s not good to lie, you know.”
You froze, and those instincts went haywire.
“P-please don’t punish him.” you begged, clutching his hand desperately. “He didn’t know what he was saying, and I swear I’ll fix his attitude next time. Just please don’t hurt him!”
“I’m not as cruel as to spill a drop of blood from him, [Name]. The most ‘hurtful’ punishment I can’t give him is solitary confinement.” Namjoon retorted, affronted by your subtle accusation. “But I won’t punish him today, because you look so precious when defending him. Like a true mother.”
He smiled and stroked your hair, but you didn’t allow yourself to relax. You couldn’t allow yourself to relax. Not with him. Not around him.
“I truly picked the right wife, didn’t I?”
You peeked up through your lashes. Still, you had to try. For Yejun’s sake.
“So, will you allow him to be an artist? At least as a hobby?”
“Sure. Why not?” He shrugged cavalierly. “As long as it doesn’t distract him from his duty, and I forbid him from publishing anything.”
It sounded unpleasant to hear, but it was still something.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”
Namjoon chuckled, “Shouldn’t it be him who said that?”
You tittered.
You might not be able to veer Yejun completely from his predestined path, but you’d be damned if you didn’t retain some of his humanity. His individuality. And you’d suck up to Namjoon even if it embittered you on the inside. Even if he already knew about your little plan.
Because he just loved it when you acted as his sweet little wife and mother.
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shumidehiro · 2 years
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The Owner
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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Ghost! Park Jimin x Female! Reader
✂ Word Count: 3,9k+
✂ Warnings: Death, murder, blood
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Wanna write a story when the MC isn’t skeptical bc I do believe in spirits, although not to the point of being overly superstitious. And phew, does it exceed my expectations.
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When you spotted the pale figure of a man standing in the window of the second floor, you knew this house was haunted.
But you weren’t scared, nor were you shocked by the sight. The building was old, towering over you like an ancient creature with all its familiarity and mystery. The price probably didn’t worth the secrets it held, but your father was just happy to buy such a cheap two-story house. And you wouldn’t deny that you were desperate to leave that cramped apartment you both used to live in.
You bowed your head slightly at the true owner, missing the way his eyes widened slightly. As much as you wanted the title to belong to you and your father, he didn’t teach you to share for nothing. And despite his ironic skepticism towards the supernatural, you believed spirits occupied every space of Earth and were only separated by a thin layer of dimension.
By the time you raised your head, the man had vanished and the curtains had been drawn again as they should be. Still, you hoped that greeting was enough to land you in his good book. Just because he was invisible, didn’t mean he didn’t exist. And just because he was invisible, didn’t mean he was entirely harmless.
If ghosts could move things, or make noises, how would you know they couldn’t attack you? How would you know they wouldn’t attack you?
“Here’s your box, dear. Your room is upstairs, so be careful.”
You nodded and took the box containing clothes from your father’s hands. The house was dark, as expected. Across the foyer, there was a door that probably led to the bathroom and a smaller one right under the staircase, presumably the storage room. The main bedroom was on your right, and on the left side, there was a living room with a couch, two armchairs, and a coffee table.
When you peeked at the kitchen, you found that it was surprisingly more modern than the rest of the house. Everything was white, with streaks of black here and there. Above the dishwasher, there was a small window framed by white curtains that overlooked a lawn filled with dead leaves. You wondered if the previous owner loved cooking, or at least, loved the kitchen in itself.
An ache began to bloom and crawl up your arms like ants, so you decided to finally see your new room. There were a few doors, and you guessed one of them was another bathroom. You opened the door to the right, and immediately, a cold breeze greeted you. The hairs on your body bristled, but you braved the storm. If you were scared of your own room, then where else would you sleep?
The wall was painted in a pale blue color, reminding you of the sea. You put the box on the bed and plopped down beside it, sighing heavily. It’d been a long day of packing and traveling, and you wanted nothing more than a rest. But the second you closed your eyes, your father was calling you to carry another box inside. So, you heaved another sigh and approached him again.
Except, when you finally finished helping him with everything, you found out that your clothes had been piled neatly on the bed.
And the box was on the floor, fully opened.
You froze in the doorway, gaping at the sight. There was an inkling that this room belonged to the ghost, but was he really that excited to have you replace his spot? Or maybe he was just impressed by your politeness, and as both your owner and roommate, he wanted to thank you for that.
Yes, that must be it. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, this couldn’t be the work of other people. You hadn’t seen anyone coming upstairs, let alone coming to this house at all, and your father had been busy outside.
Therefore, it left him. And he knew you knew he existed.
“Thank you.” you whispered to the air, both sure and unsure if he’d hear that. He could’ve been anywhere, but you hoped your gratitude reached his ears.
You quickly put the clothes into the closet and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. While the pale blue wall had washed away the anxiety of moving to a new place, the water washed away the traces of the past instead. And the moment you left the bathroom, you felt as if you were reborn.
That was it. You officially lived in this house now, along with your living father and your dead roommate.
The bed shook when you threw yourself to it, embracing you in its warmth. You pulled the cover up to your chest and sighed, smiling contentedly. When was the last time you felt this way again? You couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter.
Because as soon as you closed your eyes, the caress on your hair immediately lulled you into sleep.
***
‘Hello.’
The sunlight that streamed through the window did nothing to warm the cold that enveloped your body. You nearly dropped the plate in your hands when the magnetic letters on the fridge suddenly formed a greeting. Breathing heavily, you put it on the dining table and held your chest. The sound of your thundering heart drowned out the birdsong from the outside, but you managed to peer at your father. Fortunately, he was busy fixing the cufflinks in the living room with his back on you. Based on his casual attitude, you presumed the ghost hadn’t shown himself to your father. If at all.
You turned to face the fridge as if it was an ancient tablet you needed to decipher. Should you answer it? Well, it was a polite thing to do, wasn’t it? Glancing at your father once again, you swallowed and replaced the ‘ello’ part with an ‘i’ so it formed a ‘hi’. You kept staring at it even when you were eating, trying to see the magic formed in front of your eyes. But your father’s body soon blocked your sight, and you were forced to look up.
“I’m gonna head to work. Take care of the house, okay?”
“Okay, Dad.”
Even when you tried to peek behind his back, there was no answer. Even when your father had long left the house, there was still no answer.
But the pair of hands that held your shoulders from behind when you were standing in front of the hallway mirror soon quenched your curiosity.
“Peek a boo.”
You screamed and jumped away, nearly crashing against the mirror behind you. The ghost guffawed whilst clutching his stomach and slapping his thigh. It reminded you of those fake ghosts during Halloween night, except this time, he wasn’t fake. This wasn’t Halloween. And this wasn’t nighttime. You looked back and forth, from him to the mirror, trying to see if you weren’t being crazy. If the mirror also saw what your eyes saw.
And he did appear in both.
“You… you’re that ghost…” you whispered, pointing a shaky finger at him.
The laughter died down as he nodded, humming in agreement.
“Indeed I am. The name’s Jimin, by the way.”
You gaped.
Jimin pouted.
“Aren’t you going to greet me or something? You’ve been so polite to me yesterday. Surely, it’s not a façade, right?”
“N-no, of course not. I–” You moved your mouth, trying to find the right words. Once again, you missed the way his eyes followed your lips. “I’m just… shocked.”
“Is it because I scared you for a bit earlier? Would you be less shocked if I didn’t do that?”
You didn’t think the latter was possible.
“No, I mean… yeah?” you tittered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to appear.”
“Well, to be honest, I’ve been wanting to show myself again to you yesterday. But you seemed so tired, so… I decided to do it now.” The melancholy dimmed the light in his face, and you realized he was probably as lonely as the house was. The nearest neighbors were a few kilometers away, after all. “Thank you for… acknowledging my existence too. Nobody has ever done that before.”
“I-it’s nothing. The least I could do is to respect you since you’re, you know, the true owner of this house.”
He smiled again, but the traces of darkness in his eyes swirled like a whirlpool. You hoped it didn’t suck you in. You hoped it never sucked you in. Jimin liked you, so he wouldn’t do anything to you and your father, right?
***
For the next few weeks, Jimin became even bolder with his presence. Sometimes he’d wash your dishes, turn on the washing machine once you’d finished putting all the laundry inside, and give you a glass of water when you felt thirsty. But just like a human, he wasn’t always helpful to be around. Sometimes he’d mess with your hair when you were trying to fix it, knock some things off, and misplace your belongings. He reminded you of a cat – a black cat, to be exact – with his mystery, elegance, and mischief. He wore a black silk shirt and matching pants that accentuated his lean figure, coupled with salt-and-pepper hair and a pair of playful grey eyes.
Simply put, he was the most attractive man you’d ever met. And had he been still alive, you were sure you would’ve been infatuated by him.
But, alas, you both lived in different dimensions, just as you both lived in different timelines.
It didn’t really bother you, though. You were just happy to have such a fun roommate to spend your holiday with before you went back to college, and you thought he felt the same way about you too. After all, he kept smiling, laughing, and pranking you. What else was that if not happiness?
Then again, it was human nature to be attracted to puzzles. So, one day, you mustered the courage to ask about his past.
“… Is it okay if I ask you about how you died, Jimin?”
His shoulders drooped slightly like a withering flower, and you wondered if you should retract your question.
“Well, let’s just say I threw a party because my friends asked me to. We played truth or dare, and one of them challenged me to jump from the window of my room. He said he’d be there to get me, but he didn’t. He just watched me fall and crash to the ground, along with many others, and it was a long time until they called the police.”
You gasped. “That’s horrible! How could they do that?!”
“I was a wallflower back then. Nobody liked me, until a group of popular guys took me as theirs. I thought they were my friends, even if I had to pay for their lunches every day. The day before the party, they forced me to dye my hair so I looked like a grandpa and told me to wear black clothes. So, as a result, I was the center of the attention while the others wore colorful clothes.” he recounted gloomily, twirling a strand of his hair. “But I didn’t know that these clothes would be my last because, you know, black clothes are worn for funerals.”
“Did they get caught?”
He shook his head. “They said it was an accident, and the police let them off the hook just like that. They’re rich too, so…”
“That’s so unfair.” you breathed out in disbelief, feeling your chest tight with indignation and grief for your friend. “You didn’t deserve any of those things, Jimin, and I think you look... handsome with that hair color.”
“You really think so?” he chuckled at your embarrassment, but the lack of gleams in his narrowed eyes betrayed his humorlessness. “Thank you. I was worried that you might think of me as a real grandpa.”
You shook your head and held his hands, smiling reassuringly. A few days after your first proper meeting with him, you discovered that you both could touch each other’s bodies. It’d been a huge blessing, mostly for Jimin himself. He figured it was due to your acknowledgment of his existence that he was able to fully interact with you like a living person could.
“Never. I already know that you look young.”
He squeezed your hands back. “Thank you again, [Name].”
You averted your gaze when his eyes dug too deep into your soul and cleared your throat.
“So, uh, what about your parents? Did they try to press charges or something?”
“Oh, yes, they did. But like I said, my ‘friends’ were rich, so they couldn’t really do anything about it.” he sighed. “My mom tried to kill herself out of grief, but my father managed to stop her. Still, she was the first one to die later on.”
“It really sucks how money can cover almost everything, including your death. I hope you can move on someday, Jimin.”
The temperature suddenly dropped, and shadows appeared like a mist on his face.
“Are you trying to get rid of me, [Name]?”
“What…?” You blanched. “Of course not! I-I just wanted you to become peaceful, is all!”
“If I moved on, I wouldn’t be able to meet you again. And I think that’s a worse punishment than Hell.”
Your eyes widened, and you wanted nothing more than for him to laugh and say that he was just joking.
He didn’t.
Still, you tittered and tried to pull your hands out of his grip. But, as expected, he was too strong for you.
“Is that so? Then, uh, how about the kitchen?” you inquired with fake enthusiasm and a not-so-fake curiosity. You truly wanted to know why it was so different. “It looks more modern compared to the other rooms.”
Jimin sighed again, but with more weariness than earlier. Your shoulders sagged in relief, relishing in the sun that penetrated the mist even slightly.
“There were two guys who lived here years ago. I think their names are Jin and Hoseok. Jin liked to cook, while Hoseok liked to party. The first thing Jin did when came to this house was to complain about how ugly the kitchen was, so he made some adjustments and here we are.”
“And… why didn’t they live here anymore?”
“Well, they moved out because Hoseok thought this place is too small for the big party he often held.”
You frowned. As much as you believed his stories, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe this one. If Hoseok thought the house was too small, why did he buy it in the first place? Did Jin force him or something? You opened your mouth to ask more, but Jimin gripped your hands.
“I think it’s time for lunch.” He smiled tightly, dangerously. “I’ll help you prepare the plate.”
You nodded timidly and allowed him to guide you to the kitchen. There were times when you forgot he wasn’t a spirit, and there were times when you forgot he wasn’t a human. And with his recent attitude, you weren’t sure if the lines were getting blurrier or clearer.
If your friendship was getting better or worse.
***
Today was the last week of your holiday.
You weren’t really excited about it, but education was education nonetheless. You’d also been keeping in touch with your friends, who all had their fair share of interesting experiences. Though, if you were being pompous, you had the most striking experience than their ‘ordinary’ ones. Because, surely, nobody had a ghost as a friend, right? Let alone as a roommate.
It’d never occurred to you that you had to tell Jimin about this, and when he caught you putting some clothes into your suitcase, he piped up.
“What are you doing?”
You shrugged.
“Just preparing some clothes for college later.”
“College?”
You paused your activity at his rising tone and looked up at him. Jimin stood with the most scandalized expression you’d ever seen from him.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re in college? And that you also–”
He motioned to the stacks of clothes.
“Wha– I thought you already know!”
“Duh.” He rolled his eyes. “Just because I’m a ghost doesn’t mean I’m all-seeing, okay?”
You stared at him dumbly.
Jimin huffed at you exasperatedly.
“Look, you already have your father, right?” he asked as he began to move your shirts out of the suitcase. “So that means you don’t need to study anymore.”
“I can’t do that!”
“And why not?!”
“Because–!” You flailed your hands, trying to make him understand without having to explain things. Then again, why would he ask such an obvious question? “Education is important if I wanna have a job!”
“What makes you think you’re going to get one right after graduation?”
You gaped. You knew he was right, as painful as it was to admit it. But as your friend, he should’ve known better than to discourage you like this, right? Heck, you even wished for him to move on when he told you about his past! So why couldn’t he do the same?!
You stared at him, at those grey eyes that reminded you of a storm. A whirlpool. A void. Tempting. Luring. Drowning. And your heart subsequently dropped.
“No,” you whispered timidly yet resolutely. “I won’t stay here. I have a bright future ahead of me, even if I don’t get a job right away.”
“You want to leave me, after everything I’ve done to you?” Jimin slowly cocked his head, hands shooting out to strangle your neck before you could move away. The shadows in his eyes spread until they resembled a pair of obsidians. “You want to leave me, after everything I’ve told you?”
Tempting. Luring. Drowning.
“Jimin, you’re… you’re hurting me.” you whined, clawing at his hands.
“You think it hurts? You think being squeezed like this is painful? Well, how do you think being abandoned by your one and only friend feels like, hm?” he hissed. “And how do you think dying from falling feels like, hm? Is it less painful than the one you’re feeling right now? Tell me, [Name], because I really want to know.”
“Snap… out of it, Jimin...!”
The spirit glowered at you for another moment before pushing your face as if it was dirt.
“You’re going to regret it if you keep being stubborn, [Name].”
His warning echoed in the confine of the walls as he vanished, bringing all the shadows and coldness with him. You gasped for air and stared at the spot he once stood, trying to make sense of things. Would it be better if you ignored him from the beginning? Would it be better if you’d been skeptical instead? You just wanted to give him the respect that he deserved so he wouldn’t do anything to you both. Your father was the only family member you had ever since your mother’s passing, and you wouldn’t know what to do if he died.
But it seemed that you’d made the wrong choice all along.
And Jimin truly kept his promise, or warning, because, in the next few days leading up to your departure, you began to experience supernatural attacks from him. The cabinets would open by themselves, the plates would break, and the utensils would fall. You still had the scar when a knife suddenly zoomed past you, slicing your cheek in the process. It was a shallow wound, but the horror of it all just served to intensify the pain. Your hair would be yanked out of nowhere like a translucent and violent school bully, your clothes would scatter everywhere including your laundry, and one of your legs would be dragged out of the bed on some nights even when you were sleeping in another room.
You’d cried at your father to move out already, but with the limited budget he had, you were forced to stay. At least until you finally left. You thought – you prayed – it’d stop too, but the last straw was when you saw a bloody handprint on the bathroom mirror one morning.
So, here you were, bawling on the floor of your room and begging to the thin air.
“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m so sorry for offending you, just please stop! Please stop attacking me!”
“If I do that, would you consider staying?”
You whipped around to find Jimin standing inside the curtains and gazing down through the window, reminding you of your very first day of moving. He turned to look at you.
“Well?”
You merely sniffled.
“No answer? What a shame. I was so ready to forgive you too.”
“Okay.” you sobbed. “I won’t… I won’t leave you. I promise.”
“Really? You’ll do that for me? Aw, sweetheart. You never failed to make my cold, dead heart beat again, do you?” Jimin beckoned you towards him. “Come here.”
You obeyed. Anything to make him stop.
“I love you, you know that?” He grasped your hand and stroked the hair away from your sweaty forehead. “I was about to confess to you, but I found you packing up and I just… snapped.”
You flinched unwittingly.
“I suppose I should apologize too, shouldn’t I?” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, a low and dark voice reminiscent of a demon. “If only you don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
You stiffened. Did he eavesdrop on your conversation with your father? You supposed he did. He was a ghost, after all. He might’ve claimed to not be all-seeing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be anywhere and everywhere at the same time.
“But don’t worry, I lied about one thing too. Remember about those two roommates, Jin and Hoseok?”
Hesitantly, you nodded. Why was he telling you this now? You even forgot about them.
“Well, I lied about Hoseok moving out. It was only Jin, because Hoseok died.” Jimin intoned. “You know about the saying that history repeats itself, right? Well, one night, Hoseok was challenged to jump from this same window, from the same game. One of his friends said he’d catch him, but he didn’t. Not because he was a terrible friend like mine did, but because I pushed him away.”
You froze.
“I never really liked popular guys ever since I died, you see. And I felt an indescribable hatred when I first saw Hoseok too, so why not kill two birds at once by killing him and kicking Jin out of my house?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyway, Hoseok didn’t immediately die, mind you. He broke some of his bones, so he was brought to the hospital. But, luckily, he died in there. Jin felt guilty and decided to start anew somewhere. So, I guess he was a bit terrible as a friend too, but whatever.”
Jimin spread his arms wide as if he was introducing you to an invisible audience.
“And now, here you are! My favorite roommate of all.”
You tensed up, and you belatedly realized that you were standing near the window now.
The window that had been opened even though you remembered keeping it closed.
“And because you respect me as the true owner of this house, you’ll do as I say, no?”
Your eyes widened, and you instinctively screamed when he shoved you out of the window. You outstretched your hands for help that never arrived before they collapsed beside you, broken by a loud and sickening crack. Blood pooled around your head, while your eyes stared at the pale figure of a man standing in the window of the second floor.
And so, the whirlpool of darkness in Jimin’s eyes finally sucked you in.
“I’ll see you soon, my love.”
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wifebread · 8 months
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Obsessed | Pt.12
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Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character
Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.
Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.
word count: 1313
I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.
a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.
source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12
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Weired tea
It's 6 o'clock in the morning. The rays of the sun creep into the bedroom, announcing the beginning of a new day. The darkness does not allow to properly see what is happening on the street. The weather is fine, not a single cloud. Yoongi’s mood should be on top, and not only because of the weather. But obviously not today.
For some, 6 a.m. is early morning. People sleep, basking in their warm and soft beds. However, for Yoongi this is the usual time of ascent.
Taehyung knows this very well, that's why he rushed so early.
“It's only 6 in the morning, and you've already arrived. Tell me what happened.” sitting up on the bed, said Yoongi.
“You know that we always check unfamiliar numbers and almost immediately dog the address”  to which Yoongi nodded. “This time it didn't work out.”
Yoongi tensed. He neither understood what his friend was driving at, nor really wanted to plug in. There flashed one thought that now Taehyung would share something important that was related to Percy.
“This video was sent to me tonight,” V turned on the smartphone and opened the chat. “Perhaps you know this place?”  the guy asked nervously.
Handing the smartphone to Yoongi, Taehyung sat down on a chair, clenched his hands into fists and anxiously bit his lip. Chaos was going on in the guy's soul, everything seemed out of place. The content of the video scared the hell out of him, but what will happen when Yoongi watches it?
The video showed Percy being tied up and beaten so that she could barely speak. Images of him smashing the whole room, the vases, lamps and mugs popped up in Suga's head. However, outwardly he was only tense.
“Tell me what you want!” kicking the girl in the stomach, the unknown guy exclaimed.
“Yoongi, take me away from here...” the girl whispered faintly.
“Say it properly!” taking Percy by the hair, the unknown exclaimed again.
“Help... me.”
“There you go”
After this conversation the video continued, and the faces of those who started hitting Percy's body were clearly visible.
For a couple of minutes, Yoongi stared blankly at the screen, which had turned off a moment ago.
“I think they'll put conditions on you if we don't find her ourselves.”  Taehyung began cautiously, twisting his fingers.
“This motherfucker has gone to the edge,” Yoongi concluded his thought aloud, clutching the phone harder in his hands, almost breaking it.
“Do you know the place?”
“I guess yes.”
***
The day before
Namjoon and Percy spent every day together. The guy took her to various beautiful places, bought treats, rubbed himself into trust, courted.
“Do you want to go into the city with me tonight? There’s a new film, very interesting, by the way.  Namjoon said in one breath.
“Haven't been there for ages,” Percy began dreamily. “But there are too many acquaintances in the city and they’ll see us together, so ...” there was an awkward silence for a moment.
“Don't worry about it,” the guy broke the silence. “This cinema is special, ordinary mortals are not allowed there.”
“Bragging again,” Percy replied, smiling and rolling her eyes.
“I'm not bragging I'm just inviting you to the cinema.”
“I'll think about it,” the girl nodded.
***
Percy didn't even realize then that Namjoon's plans were not just courting or going to the cinema, no.
When the film ended, they went home to Song, because she invited her friend for a cup of tea.
The couple did not drive in silence. They were violently discussing what they noticed in the process of viewing. And if Percy was completely engrossed in the conversation, Namjoon almost didn't listen to what she was saying and just admired her.
Perhaps at this moment he wanted to abandon his plan and not put it into action.
The girl seemed to him quite attractive, intelligent and funny. The guy didn't understand at what point his plan almost went to hell and why all of a sudden he began to look at Percy as a girl he likes.
However, putting aside his thoughts and returning his gaze to the road, Namjoon tensed.
“Is something wrong?”  Percy asked worriedly.
“What? The guy turned his head at Percy. “Oh, no, it's all right, I was just thinking.”
"Will you come in for tea?"
“How can I refuse?”  Namjoon chuckled.
They arrived at grandmother's house quickly, because Namjoon drove like he was late for something. There was no one at home. Apparently, Mrs. Song went to her neighbors or friends.
“I always drink green,” Percy began, putting her mug of tea on the table. “Do you like black tea with sugar? she asked, walking back to the drawers.
“Yes, two spoons, please.” Namjoon replied without taking his eyes off the girl who was pouring tea and adding sugar.
The guy carefully took a bag of some kind of powder out of his jeans pocket, opened it and poured into Percy's mug.
Namjoon was worried that there would be problems with his trick. For example, a girl will not go somewhere or will often turn to a guest. However, everything went well for Namjoon.
“Will you stir it yourself?” handing the guy a spoon and a mug of tea, Percy asked.
“Of course, thank you. Drink it, don't look at me.”
The girl nodded, then took the mug in her hands and drank a little. Namjoon watched Song's actions closely as he stirred the sugar.
***
Mrs. Song couldn't sleep a wink. She just had no right to do it. She was given an ironclad promise to return her granddaughter by ten, however, it is now well past midnight, and there has been no granddaughter so far. Mrs. Song had a heart out of place, she considered herself guilty of letting a teenager go with some little-known grandson of her friend, and in fact he seemed to her a gentleman. The elderly woman did not know what she could do in this situation. The local provincial police would not have rushed to look for this child right away, because, as she thought, it was already too late, and it was unlikely that the office was working in full force.
The woman was as tremendously wrong as Namjoon's connections in the police were, the amount of money he poured into every person in that seedy village police station. He is literally the leader of the mafia, since his power extends to the territory of this town and to a couple of nearby ones.
Still, what can the old lady do now? The only thing she could do was to go in search of her granddaughter alone. In reality, it was pointless, since Namjoon immediately warned that they would go to the city, which was located next to their suburb, because only there were all the places of leisure - restaurants and the only cinema in the whole city. She had to weigh the pros and cons and reluctantly accept that Percy could just linger.
The woman was already starting to come up with how she would scold these children, and then she would become the best grandmother again when she allowed her something more, like spending the night with a guy.
But still, she decided to call Namjoon and ask where they were and if they would be back soon to calm herself down.
“Hello, Mrs. Song. The session was already over, we dropped by the restaurant. You won't believe it, I met my friend and he invited Percy and me as a couple to celebrate this case. I'm sorry, but I have to steal your granddaughter until tomorrow evening.”
“Of course, of course,” the woman babbled happily. She was pleased to hear that Percy and Namjoon were considered a couple. “But don't forget to return her tomorrow, no later than 10.”
“Okay, goodbye.”
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raggaraddy · 2 years
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Helpless
My Cruel Kidnapper: Chapter Six
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Yandere! Jungkook
Summary: You just want to rest, but Jungkook has other plans. And it's not like you can stop him.
Trigger warnings: Non-con, smut, restraining, forced pleasure, handcuffs, threats, kidnapping, imprisonment, begging, swearing, abuse. 18+ readers only.
A/n: If you are new to this story, please go to the cover page for the chapter list and the story disclaimer. 18+ readers only.
Enjoy.  💜💜💜
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Having to look at the bloodied mess of his tattooed name and say that you like it is bad enough, but as you're being led you out of the bathroom you instantly notice that Jungkook is directing you to his bed, not out of the room. Instinctually you lean back, pushing against his chest. 
"Wh-what are you doing? Can't I go to the other room?" You stutter, starting to tremble all over once again. Groaning he shoves you a step forward.
"Look, Y/n you either get on the bed or I'll tie you back to the post." he ultimates. Turning and looking over your shoulder, you're pleading with your eyes for him to allow you another option. He literally just finished with you. Your throat is still battered and sore. You can't take anymore.
"To sleep. Jeez, why is everything sex with you." He rolls his eyes sarcastically, smirking at your panic. 
Grinding and clenching your teeth you are trying to bite back the hostility that is close to erupting. Because with no other apparent choice, you have to reluctantly follow his forceful demands.
You're practically thrown onto the bed by another heave from Jungkook. Despite how you're tossed about or hurting though, your primary focus is holding the hem of your jersey and keeping yourself covered. Taking a few moments more to shuffle and sit upright with your back leaning on the headboard. 
A new heavy thump of terror seizes your chest at seeing him pull out the handcuffs from the drawer of his bedside table. 
No!
"You said sleep," Your lip trembles, eyes going wide. With a blurted laugh the smirk on his face grows. His head shaking slowly.  
"Lay down," he commands, standing above you, demonstratively and threateningly allowing the cuffs to dangle from his finger.
Every time you believe that you have reached the greatest heights of fear and anxiety, Jungkook does something more that teaches you the true extent of human misery. 
"Please," you whine, more and more tears starting to flow down your face. 
Not acknowledging your pleas for mercy he leans over, grabbing your ankles, yanking you down the bed so that you're flat on your back. Making you frantically work to once again lower the now bunched shirt.
"Hands up." Jungkook points above your head. 
Beginning to hyperventilate, you hesitantly do as he says. There isn't anything else you can do at this moment. You don't have any other choice unless you want to be hurt again. You just can't take anymore. You need to rest.
Resentlfully lifting your arms, he speeds your cooperation by knocking your hands into the bars. Cuffing the cold harsh metal around your wrists, trapping you to the frame. It's like the first night all over again. Only this time you feel complicit in your abuse. 
Covered in fear-induced goosebumps you watch him circle to the other side of the bed. Wishing he would just disappear. Squeezing your eyes closed when you make eye contact with him for a split second. Blindly feeling the bed dip and shift as he slides in beside you. 
In denial, in distress, you try to block every sound and movement out until a few moments pass and you feel something lightly resting on you. Opening your eyes the room is solidly dark and it takes a few blinks for your sight to adjust and for you to be able to register what is happening.
He has put the blanket over you. You're on one side of the bed, he is on the other. Is he really just going to sleep? 
Internally you sigh a huge weary breath of relief. Although, apparently it must have been externally as well because Jungkook chuckles. 
"Told you, didn't I? You should be more trusting." He laughs again, obviously seeing the dark humour in his own words. Creaking the springs, he shuffles around until he is pressed to your side. His thick arm draping over your body, his fingers tucking under you and his warm breath blowing down your neck.
Relaxing and softening into you, you can slowly feel and hear his breathing deepen. His chest raises and lowers as he begins to drift off to sleep.
You however are wide-eyed. Fighting the urge to squirm away or move at all, a hard-held pressure burning your lungs. Staring at the fuzzy shape of the ceiling. Your face is hot and wet as tears unendingly cascade down your skin, cresting in your ears.
How is this my life right now? Trapped in a bed in the clutches of a man who has, among a seemingly endless list of horrid acts, kidnapped and raped me. 
You are completely alone. And you don't even know if anyone is looking for you. You don't know if your parents have even noticed that you're gone. You could normally go days without seeing each other, even though you lived in the same house. So do you think they will have noticed that you are missing?
Maybe the people at work have noticed you're gone. Maybe they'll call your parents to see where you are. Maybe your mum will get worried and call the police. Or perhaps they've already noticed and are looking for you right now. Maybe they'll come bursting through the door at any moment and save you from Jungkook's savage grip.
Maybe.
But most likely your parents haven't noticed. Or they think you are simply at a friend's house. Maybe they don't even bother calling the police because they are trying to be pragmatic and they think you've just run off. Maybe they plan to wait a week first until they are sure you are really missing.  
If that's the case it may be months before they find you. He has already hurt you over and over, who knows what Jungkook might have done to you by then!
Maybe they'll find your body and not you. 
You fiercely shake your head. No! I have to stay positive. It's only been two days. They'll find me. I have to trust that they'll find me. 
And besides Jungkook said he won't hurt you if you just do what he wants. He's already done the worst he possibly could to you. You just have to endure it for now and do what he says. That will be enough to give your family and the police time to find you. To save you.
You just have to hold out.
Your abrupt motion seems to have stirred your sleeping captor a little. His hold on you tightens and his chest flattens firmly to your side as he lightly snores. His unconscious voice ringing through the dark. 
"No. She-never." He mumbles inaudibly. Incoherently.
Your thoughts swirl over the same thing again and again making any sort of desperately needed rest hard to achieve. You stare into the silence for an incalculable amount of time with thoughts of your parents, friends, and colleagues. Wondering how and when they will find you. And just when it feels as if you are too exhausted to think about them anymore your mind begins to fixate on how sore you are and every little injury that you can feel. Painfully obsessing over how lasting and permanent everything he has done to you will be. Both mentally and physically.
It feels as if hours have passed before you catch yourself drifting in and out of sleep.
Discomfort and cold sweep up your body. Your mind slamming back into consciousness. Your eyes stretching open in a start, searching all over for any signs of danger.
There's no window in this room but the bathroom door is open and the daylight is flooding in from there. It burns your eyes, making them water but you force yourself to keep them open.
Jungkook is still in the same place to the side of you, only now he is resting on one arm, his body leaning over the top of you. Watching you sleep.
"Wh-what are you doing?" You mutter. 
"What? No, good morning?" He teases. His bare chest flexing, he slides down your side a little. Purposefully rubbing against you. 
Lifting your head up you look down your body and see your shirt has risen and the blanket is off the bed, exposing everything from your belly button down. Your eyes jump to Jungkook's clumsy movements. Boosting himself up a little, he starts to one-handedly draw down his pants. The implication making your stomach sink.
"What are you doing?" You repeat in a whimper, slamming your head back into the pillow. Too terrified of what his answer will be.
With a devious smile printed on his mouth he brings his leg over, his bare body laying heavily on top of yours. Stifling a grunt, you stiffly intertwine your ankles, squeezing your legs together as tightly as possible.
Feeling you moving to protect yourself Jungkook looks down, grinning amusedly.
"Are you really going to fight me, Babe?" He raises his eyebrows, pointing out your futility. You really have no form of defence. All you can manage to do is glare at him while chewing your lip nervously. "Open your legs. Now." He orders.
Violently shaking your head, you try to hold your ground as if he could not simply pry your legs apart if he wanted.  
"Y/n, I was nice and let you have your little spazz out, but now I'm over it. So stop acting like a spoilt bitch."
What?!
"You've been nice?" You snap, unable to restrain your inner thoughts from exploding. "When?! When have you been nice?!"
"When? You really have no idea how much restraint I'm showing for your sake." He chuckles darkly. His switch in tone and his cold expression extinguish your anger. "You think this is bad? I could have you praying for death. I could turn you into an obedient little pet, begging to please me." Lowering closer, his lips rest just off of yours. Whispering his cruel words to make you focus to hear them. "Do you want to see what it's like when I'm not nice?" 
It's like he is trying to epitomise the source of pure unbridled fear. You don't know how to feel right now, let alone what you can say. Opening your mouth you hope some sort of response falls out, but nothing but static and dread fills your brain.
"Of course, I like this cute little personality of yours." He taunts, brushing through your hair, moving it off your face. His fingers trailing down your chin, then down your neck, moving lower and lower. "And I always like a little fight." Your eyes are locked in a stare-off that he undoubtedly controls. His hand reaches your belly when he suddenly jerks it far lower and too easily shoves it between your clenched thighs. Creating a startling stabbing sensation inside you at the sudden invasion. 
"Now, I'll ask again; Do you really want to fight me?" He smirks, his hand jerking higher towards your crotch. Really driving home the fact that you have no power to stop him.
Despite your overwhelming instinct to refuse him, you can not see any way to successfully do so. Maybe if you weren't tied to the bed it would be easier, but you are going to break before the metal cuffs do.
Your tongue and jaw ache as you give in and slowly comply. Unhooking your ankles you part your thighs slightly. Regardless of your already massive personal sacrifice and conformance he isn't satisfied and gestures for you to continue and spread your legs further.
You bite hard on your cut up lip, feeling your heart ache as you obey his order. Looking down and to the side, you part your thighs shoulder-width apart. Being overwrought with vulnerability and defenselessness as you do.
"See. That wasn't so hard." He snarks. His arrogant tone hitting at the base of your stomach.  
Propping himself on his elbow, he moves a little to the side. His hardening cock rubbing against your leg. Sealing your eyes and your mouth, you try your best to restrain any tears. Remembering your resolve from last night. Your need to endure it and get it over with. You need to do what you can to survive. 
That is however easier said than done when you're trapped under him again. And as his hand cups against your pussy, a few tears roll through. A squeaked whine slipping out as his fingerpads start to move in long, slow, circular motions. Pushing through your folds, stroking along your opening.
Despite your loathing, through the sheer mechanics of it, you start to get wet. His fingers dipping inside you making his movements slicker. Made worse as he starts to invade you further. Pushing inside. Stretching you. Making you feel so violated. 
Begining to push them deeper and curl them faster, you can shamefully feel the ease with which his fingers are moving. You can feel how wet you are getting, and how your juices are flowing. The sensations feel nauseating. Yet among them is the most unfamiliar warmth that is starting to swell in your core.   
"After all your bitching, look how much you like this. You're leaving a wet patch on the bed." He mocks. The shame of his comment making you burn hot.
Taking his hand out, he pushes your knees wider, lining his cock up. His sticky hand grabs onto your hips, yanking you down, slamming himself inside you even rougher than the first time. As he thrust deeply you yelp. He is struggling to push his whole cock inside but still, he's forcing it in no matter how tight you are. No matter how much pain he might cause you.
With a final ram of his hips, he buries himself to the base. Another screech of yours breaking into full-on sobs. The pain, the invasion, the mental abuse of it all is too much and you can not hold your composure any longer. Jungkook doesn't care though. His bodyweight is pinning you down. Keeping you still for his use. That's all he wants from you.
Pulling you onto him again and again, his body is grinding against yours. His tongue shoving into your mouth, he swallows up your cries. Seeming to kiss you with even more roughness than he is fucking you with.
In the midst of everything, his hand snakes down and again he starts to play with you. His fingers rubbing and massaging your clit. The strange tenderness returning and beginning to take shape into something more. Something similar to electricity lingering under his touch. 
With his external stroking joining in, it happens too quickly that the pressure of him inside you stops being painful. Instead, the feeling of him slipping back and forth feels almost enjoyable. Sending your brain into a frantic mess.
It shouldn't. I don't want this to feel good. Not from him.
The more Jungkook continues, the firmer he touches you the stronger and the more deeply the wave of pleasure grows. To the point where you are no longer crying and an inexplicable moan catches itself in the back of your throat. Your back arching as you raise your hips up into him. 
His teeth drag over your lip, finally allowing the kiss to part. Only without his tongue keeping you quiet a deep throaty moan slips out.
The sound hitting you in the gut like an anvil. Echoing in your mind. 
You can't believe what you just did. That you are letting yourself enjoy this. Letting him make you feel good. What is wrong with me?! You can't understand how you have such little self-control as to let the man who kidnapped you make you feel pleasure. 
You're in complete shock of your reaction.
Seeming pleased with coercing a response from you, Jungkook removes his hand. Focusing again solely on himself. Pounding into you as you pant and gasp through his onslaught. Feeling absolutely sickened by youself and how it still somehow feels good.
Unlike last time, he doesn't try to make the experience longer. And he doesn't pull out, but instead drops his dead weight on top of you as he cums, finishing inside you.
"God, you make me cum so hard." He breathes into the side of your face. His hanging hair tickling your skin.
Getting himself slightly higher he kisses you again passionately, thrusting one last time before pulling out. Making you gasp as right away you can feel his cum running out of you, dripping down your ass. Pushing himself onto his knees he looks you over with a smile. 
"You look so hot with my cum inside you." He purrs, depravedly. Holding and pulling your legs even further apart with one hand he makes you squeal at feeling another gush of his cum pour out. Making you jolt and cry out over and over, his touch suddenly traces over your tender opening. Roughly fingering and playing with you, jamming his cum back inside you. Rubbing it up and down your slit until not a part of you isn't filthy from it. "Don't worry, Babe. Next time I'll make sure you get to cum too." He grins looking so proud of himself. Wiping his dirty fingers on the skin of your belly.  
Whether he meant it as a threat or not, his promise makes your soul break. Turning your head into your arm you sob deeply and loudly. While you're in the middle of a breakdown he simply gets up and leaves to the bathroom. Once again, leaving you ruined, tied, and helpless on the bed.  
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The Fanclub: chapter three
↪︎ Yandere! BTS
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↪︎You're enrolled in a new school, complete with new rules, new faces, and new enemies. If only you hadn't run into him. If only you hadn't met them. Too bad, they've been chasing you since the start.
Warnings: yandere themes, mentions of harassment, violence, bullying
Yandere behaviour is not okay. It is disgusting, toxic and extremely unhealthy.
Word count: 5k
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This kid is blocking the steps, and you don't think you can just sneak past like you’d like to. It would be a very awkward move, really. And what if he’s a Seokjin minion and he trips you up? Or if he's just a regular ol’ bully but still trips you up? Beating two people up in one day might be a bit excessive.
But maybe….just maybe you can try the normal way and ask him to move. He might just be someone who likes to, uh, hang out alone on the steps? Yup, you’re definitely about to get tripped up. You approach him slowly, waiting for him to turn and face you, so you can gauge his reaction fully before you decide what to do. It might be best to just turn around and do this another day.
You notice his shoulders shaking; he lifts his head to face you and you see his eyes are sore and his nose red.
Shit, he’s crying. His eyes widen at the sight of you, and now you feel horrible. You’ve just walked in on him crying, and he probably came here to get some peace and be alone and you’ve interrupted. There’s no way you can just ask him to move out your way now, that’d be horrible. You sigh, Seokjin can keep waiting for his comeuppance, right now you’re going to…ugh, do the right thing. You’re such a hero sometimes.
“Um…” You bend down slightly, “Is everything alright?” No, bad line. He’s staring at you intently, but his tears are still running. You sit down on the step beside him, offering a small smile. “Do you wanna...talk about it?”
He shakes his head silently. The only sound in the stairwell is soft sniffles.
You grimace. “Would you like me to leave you alone? I totally understand if you do, I don’t mean to-”
“You can stay.” He murmurs, “It’d be nice to talk to someone, just not…not about that.”
You nod, “That’s fine. I’m Y/n, by the way.”
“Kookie.” He responds.
“That a nickname?”
He pauses a moment before slowly nodding. “It’s what my friends call me, you can too.”
You smile, he’s reaching out! Hopefully that means you're not annoying him too much, and he's not just being polite. “Okay, Kookie. What’s it short for?”
The boy leans back a little, leaning his head against the cold brick behind you. His eyes trail over to you. He’s silent for another moment, but then sound breaks out again when he begins to cry again, harder this time.
Shit. You must not have distracted him enough! Or maybe you did something to upset him, you're not sure. You don't know what you did, but now he's crying again and you need to do something to help!
“Would you…would you like a hug?” You offer. Is that the wrong thing to offer, is that weird?
He doesnt waste a moment before he’s the one wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a strange sort of hug. The hug itself is nice. But with you sitting on the step just below, and him on the one above, it’s a little difficult. He doesn’t seem to mind.
The two of you sit in that somewhat strange hug for a while. Enough that you begin to feel awkward sitting in silence, even if hugging. His breaths have calmed down, and you can't feel his shoulders shaking with tears anymore either. You rub slow circles onto his back, absentmindedly, it’s soothing for the both of you, honestly. Even the sharp ringing of the school bell can't deny this relaxing feeling. Yeah, screw you, school bell.
“Jungkook.” He speaks up all of a sudden. “It’s short for Jungkook. But, I’d prefer if you called me Kookie.”
Oh.
You don’t suppose…this is the same Jungkook you had heard about? The same Jungkook who suffocated a girl who asked him out; the same Jungkook who frequently beats his admirers; the same Jungkook that Jimin had warned you about.
This couldn't be him, right? Not this sweet, perhaps pitiful, but certainly innocent looking boy? He couldn't be crying. It couldn't be him.
But it could. Rumours are just rumours, they're not the truth. And clearly, they know nothing of the real Jungkook. The real Jungkook has more than this supposed hot-headed side to him. He’s vulnerable, he has feelings, he wants space sometimes. But he still beats his admirers. Apparently, yes, but it’s apparent to a number of people.
“Oh.” Jungkook lets out a miserable huff. “So you’ve heard the rumours too. Great.”
“They’re just rumours, Jungkook, they don’t mean anything.” You try to soothe him.
Jungkook replies, sadly, “You’ve stopped hugging me.” You didn’t even realise your arms had dropped down to your sides. He sniffs, his lip quivering, eyes wide once again, “Please don’t tell me you think I’m a psycho like that too?” He sobs into your shoulder, his hands clutched tight to your sleeves. Your body is rocked along with each sob. “I swear, I’m not like that. Everyone- everyone has been saying all these horrible things about me, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away from there. So here I am sat crying on the stairs like a loser.”
“Hey, Kookie,” You chide gently, “As far as stereotypes go, it’s normally the cool guys hanging out on the stairs.”
Jungkook smiles at that, pulling away gently, he leans back on the wall again, still smiling. You mirror his actions, settling down. “Is that why you’re here, sweetheart?”
You raise a brow, “Sweetheart? Didn’t take you for a flirt.”
“I told you the rumours aren’t accurate.” He grins. Jungkook shakes his head softly, “No, I’m not, but I think it suits you. You’re kind.”
“Ah, well here’s where I prove assumptions aren’t accurate either.” You laugh. “I actually came here to start a fight.”
“With me?” Jungkook gasps.
“No, silly, or I would've done that by now.” You roll your eyes. “With Seokjin. Getting revenge for a friend.”
Jungkook frowns, “That’s not a very good idea, but I won't stop you. Wait- shit, I did, didn’t I? You stayed with me instead of going to find him?”
You nod. “Yeah…you were kind of blocking the stairs, actually…But no, I can beat him up any time, but you, well, hopefully you're not sitting here crying all the time..”
“Only on a monday.”
“I’ll be sure to check here next week then.” You smile, “can’t have you crying all by yourself and missing lessons now, can I?”
“...It’s too late to go to class now.” he blurts out.
You laugh, “Don’t worry, I’m new so they’ll give me a free pass. I’ll just say I got confused with the timetable, luckily I eventually found you to help me.”
“And I couldn't figure it out either.” He nods. “They’ll believe that part for sure.”
You smile, deciding not to ask on the topic. It’s this kind of topic that set him off earlier, and you don’t want to risk upsetting him further. He’s only really just stopped crying.
"...What did Seokjin do to make you hunt him down like this?" Jungkook asks, curious. His nose is still a little red, but he seems to have calmed down.
You heave a sigh. "Well…he put my best friend in hospital." You begin to recount what Beomgyu had told you. "Basically that asshole beat him up just because he felt like it and he thought he could get away with it because he's rich. I hate him."
Jungkoom furrows his brows, clearly displeased with something you said.
You pull away, "What? Are you a friend of his or something?"
He huffs, "Don't be like that. Of course we're not friends. Have you met him?"
"Yeah, actually." You laugh, bitter. "I went to visit Beomgyu- um, my friend- at the hospital and Seokjin decided to pay us a visit."
"I think I'm going to beat him up for you." Jungkook declares.
You laugh, "No, Kookie, you don't need to do that."
He tilts his chin up, acting proud. "Haven't you heard the rumours?" He smirks, but it's fleeting. "I will."
The air falls still. You hesitate, but still end up asking him. "The rumours…"
He eyes you carefully. "What have you heard so far?"
Well, this is awkward. "Uh, that you smothered a girl for asking you out and that you beat up anyone who has a crush on you."
He hangs his head down in what looks like shame. No way, did he actually do that? Yikes?! He must have noticed your expression because he waves his hands frantically in front of him. "No! No! I didn't do that! I-I might have told her I would…" He closes his eyes, wincing. "But she was being really pushy, and I…I was in an awful mood that day anyway."
"You didn't mean it." You finish.
He keeps speaking, "And the way my 'admirers'" He scoffs. "Talk about me is disgusting. I'm not an object. I'm not just there for them to leer at, you know? I did slap one of them, once, because…Ugh, I found out she'd drawn pictures of me…um, yeah. And even worse, she'd shared them out with their whole creepy little group. They're just disgusting. Every time I see them they come up and flirt with me, I've never given them any sign I'm into it. Not once."
"Yeah, I can see why you'd be mad about that. I think I should add them to my hitlist, no?" You don't even laugh, feeling the anger inside you at his situation prevents you. "And those rumours are terrible. I can't believe this."
"I think I've scared them away for a while." He hums. "But yeah, I'd really rather not go to my next class." He grits his teeth. "I'm sat next to that bitch."
"Yikes. Can't blame you." You shake your head, the disgust not leaving your body.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you decide not to pull it out. It'd feel rude to sit here on your phone right in front of him.
Jungkook pulls a tissue from his pocket to blow his nose with. He brushes his hand under his eyes, wiping away the stray tears. “Fuck, I must look crazy right now…Do you have a mirror, I can’t sit here looking like a heartbroken maniac all day.”
"Here, use my camera." You hand your phone over to him instead, watching the way he adjusts his hair, dabbing at his wet eyes with his sleeve. Jungkook tries to move his hair to cover them, and in the movement, you catch a glimpse of something shining, metal. You wait to see it again, and, you were right, he has his eyebrow pierced. "Did it hurt?" You say it without thinking.
Jungkook raises that same eyebrow, confused. The realisation seems to set in shortly after, for he perks up, moving his hair to show the piercing off. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, proud. "Nope! I was brave. What d'ya think?"
You smile, pleased with the way he seems to have cheered up. You eye his eager gaze, awaiting your approval, and can't deny him that. "I like it." Jungkook's eyes light up even more than before, practically gleaming with joy. "Knew you would!" He exclaims, happily, before returning to adjusting his hair, this time leaving the piercing on show with a small parting to one side.
Your phone's ringer sounds again, vibrating once. You look over, but you can't see the screen from the angle you're at. "What is it?" You ask instead, curious. You were supposed to be meeting Jimin, afterall. He might be checking where you are.
He freezes, “It’s just the weather app.” Jungkook mumbles, dismissive, “Did you know it’s going to rain later today?”
"I didn't." You huff, opening your backpack beside you to check inside. Nothing. This day was going terribly. "I didn't bring an umbrella either. Ugh."
"Then you better make sure you stay inside, princess." Jungkook chuckles, a dark edge to his voice that almost has you thinking he's threatening you. Like something bad will happen if you were to go out.
You snicker, "You sound like my parents."
"Maaaybe they have a point, then." He raises his pierced eyebrow at you, a grin on his face. He wiggles his eyebrows a little, suggestively, until you burst out laughing. You have to take a moment to look away from him, calming yourself down.
It's just when you think you've caught your breath back that you peer up at him again, watching his pierced eyebrow twitch ever so slightly. It makes you snort, but you hold in your laughter besides that.
The school day passes by quickly sat with Jungkook. No one comes looking for you, so you don't think you got in much trouble. And Seokjin never came down those stairs either, so he must not have been there. You're glad you decided to sit with Jungkook- imagine how awkward it'd be if you pushed past him just to come straight back unsuccessful?!
By the time the bell rings finally, you're feeling like you spent the day nicely. So maybe you only really went to two lessons, but you made friends! And that's so much more important. It was your first day anyway, you'll catch up easily. You're sure of it.
"Right…we should be getting home, Kookie. As fun as this was, I will not be caught staying at school longer than I need to." You smile.
"Same here." His eyes sparkle as he stands up. You wonder if it's an after effect of the crying, or if he always looks like he holds an entire galaxy in his eyes. You're willing to bet the latter. "Make sure you go straight home if you want to avoid the rain."
"Well, actually…" You were planning to go and visit Beomgyu and tell him everything that happened. You hadn't had the chance to meet up at the weekend.
"No!" Jungkook protests, looking deathly serious. "Straight home. No sneaking out now, sweetheart. You should be studying for allll those lessons you missed."
"Controlling much." You tease. "But alright, alright, I'll go home and study for the lessons I missed because of you."
He gasps, outraged. "Well, at least you're studying because of me."
A phone vibrates I his pocket and that reminds you-
"Oh! Shit, I have your phone from earlier." Jungkook pulls it out, about to hand it over to you when he hesitates. "Can I give you my number?"
You smile, unlocking your phone carefully from where he's holding it. "Sure, go ahead and add it."
Jungkook taps away rapidly at your phone, sending himself a text first and then saving his number to your contacts. He smiles, handing your phone back. "There! I'll see you around sometime?"
You nod rapidly, happy with how your day's gone. And to meet him and almost all of the other great people you'd met today.
You wave a little as you and Jungkook part ways, an action he returns enthusiastically.
You head in the opposite direction you normally go, heading instead for the bus stop for the hospital. You missed Beomgyu. It'd only been a short while and you already missed him, how silly of you.
But you were used to spending every day together before, so it wasn't a surprise to you. The same thing happened when you were away on holiday, or when you were both too busy to meet.
You check the timetable on your phone, finding a series of missed calls from Beomgyu and also a number you don't recognise.
They've texted too.
'Y/nnn I'm outside your class but I don't see you??'
'Have you gone for lunch already?'
'Babyyy I can't find you 🥺😭'
Definitely Jimin then. But why isn't his number showing up. You check your contacts, and he's still there. Oh. That idiot, he forgot to put his actual number down, probably too fussed over the picture. You add it for him, deciding you'll reply later with an apology.
Beomgyu called too. It's strange, there's an awful lot of notifications, but you swear you only heard the phone ringing once or twice actually. You've probably got your settings messed up somehow. What a pain.
Once you're sitting on the bus you remember to reply to Jimin, explaining that you didn't see the notifications and that you got caught up. He doesn't need to know it was with Jungkook, and it'd be difficult to explain that without his situation, and you didn't think he'd want that. Not with the way Jimin obviously didn't like him much.
Jimin replies quickly.
'Don't worry!! Just make sure you eat with me tomorrow instead 🥰'
You confirm with him straight away, promising to keep an eye on your phone this time.
It buzzes right away, another number you don't recognise.
'Hi Y/n, it's Taehyung. Here's the notes from physics today :)'
He includes a picture, they're good notes. This was dangerous. You'd be tempted to space out every lesson if his notes were this good, you're pretty sure he's added extra information. You might've been spaced out, but you definitely don't recall some of this at all.
So you thank him and save his number too. What a little collection you're getting. You'll have to show Beomgyu.
Navigating your way into the hospital is as difficult as ever, especially when there's about five thousand different entrances you can take. It's not really set up for visitors by bus, but you can't fault them for that.
You vaguely remember how you found his room last time, so you head in that same direction again. You're not sure how you ended up in a completely different section of the hospital this time- you swear you went the same way!
Ugh…
You can't be lost in a hospital like this. There's definitely some areas you aren't allowed to just wander about, and you've gone through some sketchy looking doors.
You may joke about ending up in the psyc ward but honestly you're a little concerned. This corner?? Of the hospital was looking awfully creepy.
You see someone rifling through a cabinet, searching, and rejoice silently. You can ask him!!
“Excuse me, can you help me find my friend? He was in this room but…”
“I-” The man turns around, cheeks stained red with blush, “I don’t work here.”
It’s your turn to be embarrassed. You had just assumed, and he didn’t even work here! He had no idea what you were talking about.
“I’m sorry, I just…I assumed…” You trail off; actually, wasn't it a fair enough assumption that he worked here? You didn't see many others walking around with bundles full of medical supplies in their arms- honestly, you didn't even see the nurses doing that. Maybe you were already in the psyc ward and he was trying to sneak drugs out. Oh god. What had you uncovered here.
The man seems to notice your stare, hsi gaze shifting around awkwardly, trying to avoid yours. He’s nervous, you note. “These…um, my mum is sick…” He sighs, “She refuses to come into hospital so I collect the supplies she needs instead. I-I swear I’m not stealing them!”
His insistence almost makes you laugh a little, honestly, you hadn't been thinking that at all, well, not really, but the panicked look on his face makes you want to reconsider. He's up to something for sure.
“Oh my god.” He mumbles.
You offer a confused stare in response.
He points a finger out, straining to keep holding everything as he does so. He’s pointing at you? No… “I go to that school! I’ve never seen you before, are you new?”
“Um, yeah, this was actually my first day.” You reply, “I’m Y/n, by the way.”
He nods, thoughtfully. “Yoongi. Wait, you’re not here because you’re hurt, are you? Did something happen?”
You shake your head, frowning a little, “No, I’m here to see my friend.”
“That’s good.” he sighs, relieved. A little overreaction for someone you’ve just met, but he did seem a little awkward. Yoongi blanches. “I mean! Not good that your friend is here b-but! It’s good that you’re not hurt…?”
You chuckle, “I got it, don’t worry.”
"I don't work here," He repeats, "But I might be able to help you if you're lost. Do you know what ward he's in?"
You shake your head, ashamed. "I visited the other day as well. I thought I'd gone in the same direction as then, but," You shrug. "Obviously not. I haven't got a clue where I am."
"Oh." He pulls out a paper bag from the bottom of the cabinet. This was strange, right? This wasn't how people normally picked up prescriptions, right?? But who were you to call him out on stealing when it's for something like his mother's health. And it's not like he's taking drugs- you think. You watch him stuff his bundle into the bag. Yeah, mostly bandages and first aid equipment. Oh- yeah, there were some drugs. But like!! Not so many. And not exclusively.
You decided you'd give him the benefit of the doubt in the end.
"Do you get lost easily?" Yoongi asks, looking rather upset. He couldn't know that you still suspected him.
"I guess so?" You answer. "I didn't think so, but this is not the first time today. I must have left my sense of direction at home today."
He doesn't respond to that, only saying, "I can take you to reception? I know it's not ideal, but they should be able to help you."
"Yeah, that works. Thank you." You smile.
Yoongi eventually does lead you to reception, where he then promptly disappears. Strange. He totally was avoiding being caught stealing, wasn't he? And he still showed you to reception, how sweet. Maybe.
The receptionist directs you simply, and you can't believe you'd made the wrong turn from the very start. Literally the wrong side of the hospital. Wrong side!! This place was huge. And confusing.
You finally find Beomgyu's room, correctly remembering the room number and everything. There's no pompous rich boys hiding in there either. Nice.
You pull the chair up next to his bed, happy to see him.
"Y/n!" He cheers a little. "So how was school?"
"Well I saw namjoon again and thanked him- it's massive, it's so easy to get lost. I got lost on my way to see you actually, and some thief helped me find your room. I think he was a thief anyway. But yeah! Huge place. Imagine the poshest looking school you can, and add a few water features of top of that. Crazy stuff."
You gasp, "Jimin! I've told you about Jimin before, right?"
"The me before me?" He looks surprised with you.
"Yes! Jimin goes to this school, of course he does, always knew he was secretly rich. He's pretty like you too."
"Proof." Beomgyu demands, uninterested.
"I actually do have proof!" You grin, pulling up the contact photo he saved. "See? Pretty, isn't he? I swear this school is full of dreamy looking men."
Beomggu peers at the photo, "Wow, okay. How does he look like that? Oh! He's the kid next to you in like, every single childhood photo you have, isn't he? I get it. Did you two date when you were little? I'm sensing simp."
"Stop! He's nice! It's just like how it used to be, honestly, it feels so good to see him again."
"I bet it does." Beomgyu says, though you can tell by his tone he's teasing. He raises a suggestive eyebrow at you, unable to hold in his laughter.
"Stopp. Oh! Taehyung and Hoseok. Honestly gods. Most ethereal men I've ever seen, and they were so!! Nice!! Like they just seemed to want to inflate my ego."
"Glad someone's there to do it for me." He grins. "How's the food?"
"Ahh I never got to try it. Jimin promised it was good but at lunch I…" You weren't going to tell him about your revenge plot. "Ran into this guy crying. Turns out it's the same guy I'd heard nasty rumours about earlier- like I actually was concerned the school had a serial killer- but he's really nice too. They all seem nice except for a certain somebody. And we skipped our last lessons because he was upset and I'd feel bad just leaving him there, you know?"
"You're always doing stuff like that." Beomgyu smiles. "Make sure you don't get in trouble for it. Especially if you're hanging out with bad boys."
"Bad boys please, I told you I met him crying didn't I? But! There was this other cute guy in physics- Yeonjun, and ahh! I didn't get his number, which is sad but he offered to study together sometime."
"You got a harem." Bepmgyu deadpans. "On your first day."
"No I didn't!" You brush him off, "I just made friends."
"Are they all hot?" He asks
"So hot."
"Flirt with you?"
"No..?"
"Act friendly?"
"Yeah…"
"That's your harem, Y/n. I'm proud of you. So, all you need to do is find out who the best one is and take him to whatever rich people dance they have, and you've got yourself your sugar daddy!"
"Hahaa don't! I'm just glad I made friends at all!"
"Exclusively male friends." He points out.
You blush, "I'll make female friends tomorrow. It was only the first day."
"And you're already halfway to becoming popular. Will you still be friends with me when you're famous?"
"Shut up!"
You sit on the bus home with a happy smile on your face (you must look so strange, but you can't shake it off) after meeting with Beomgyu. He's looking a lot better now too, or at least in better spirits.
You've promised to invite any cute girls you meet to come and see him once he looks 'hot' again. Until then you've been told to show them flattering pictures of Jim so he can 'build his reputation'.
The bus ride is peaceful, the clear sky outside making you feel calm. This bus journey is a lot longer than the one from school to the hospital, and you find yourself slowly falling asleep. You don't bother fighting it.
By the time you wake up the sky has grown darker. The sun hasn't set juat yet, though, casting a pretty pink hue across the horizon.
You notice someone sat next to you, and internally freak out for a minute. It's a guy. Some creep sat next to you while you were asleep?! You suppose the bus was pretty busy when you got on, there probably weren't many seats left. Many he didn't have nefarious intentions.
"Hey, darling." Oh shit. That asshole Seokjin was…sat next to you on the bus?! What?!! Why?? He was going to kill you for sure. The most nefarious plans of all. He was crazy. He was an absolute psycho!!
You move to stand up, social etiquette be damned. You weren't sitting next to him. He clamps a hand on your shoulder and forces you to stay seated.
You go wild. "What-"
"Calm down. I'm not here to fight." He assures.
"Somehow, coming from you, that's hard to believe." You scoff.
He reiterates, "I just want to talk with you."
"I literally tried to find you at lunch to beat some sense into you. Shame I didn't get to, and now I have to suffer having this conversation." You snarl.
"I heard about that. Don't do stupid things like that." He grumbles.
That's a threat, right? He's going to beat you up- or even kill you!!- if you do something stupid like that too. Oh god. You look around, only to find the bus is disturbingly empty. No witnesses!
"...If you want to talk get off the bus."
"You can't just kick me off the bus, don't be-"
"We'll go somewhere more public, asshole. I need witnesses." You narrow your eyes.
He rolls his eyes, but agrees nonetheless.
"The next stop has a cafe we can go to." You inform him, still glaring.
He winks, "Are you asking me on a date, darling?"
"Go fuck yourself." You hiss back.
He only chuckles.
You press the 'stop' button and wait for the bus to stop patiently, and Seokjin only moves at the last second. Like he doesn't know that you're supposed to move forwards a little before it actually stops. Like he doesn't know how a bus works…maybe that's exactly it.
Once you're inside the cafe, you take a seat immediately. Seokjin approaches the counter, and you wholeheartedly refuse to go with him. Or get coffee with him. That's a disgusting thought indeed.
You'll sit there and talk, but he has to know how much you're hating it. You hope he can feel your hatred burning into his back from where he's stood.
The sky is still clear, as though to mock your situation.
"You're cute." Is all he says when he sits back down at your table.
Your hands move fast, but his move even faster, catching your wrist mid-air.
"It's true." He sips his coffee. "I'd rather not deal with this kind of thing every time I see you, since, apparently we go to the same school now. How fucking great is that." He's mad about it. Good. "So, I'm here to apologise."
"Ew. What."
He heaves a sigh, releasing your wrist. You pull your arm back defensively. "I'm sorry for acting like such an asshole when I saw you in the hospital. I'm a little sorry for getting you kicked out of your school, but hey, now you go to mine, what a blessing."
"You need to work on your apologies. Because right now it sounds an awful lot like you're mocking me. Again."
He shrugs, "Only a little."
He says nothing else.
"Was that it?" You ask, seething with anger.
He narrows his eyes, head tilted like he's unsure. "Yes..?"
"So you have no plans to apologise for the crime you committed?"
"What crime?"
"Assault. Beomgyu is in the fucking hospital because of you!" You're losing your temper. A few heads turn in the cafe, but that's a good thing. It means if he started yelling at you, they'd notice. "You're not even going to try apologising for that? Not even going to pretend you regret it?"
"I'll tell him myself when I see him." Seokjin supplies.
"You won't go near him." You threaten. "I'll agree to your little truce on that condition, you stay the fuck away from Beomgyu, and if possible, just try not to be such a prick?"
"Always a pleasure talking with you, darling."
"And stop calling me that!"
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bangtan-in-black · 1 year
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Fruits of my labour // chapter 1
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“Eomma! I can't find my jacket, have you seen it?” A small but slightly panicked voice called from up the stairs.
“Sweetheart you don't have to be ready for three hours yet.” You called to your son, Hyunsik, who was busy struggling to lift up some clothes in the washing basket. Still desperately searching for his favourite jacket.
“But I really don't want to be late, Jaesung said that there would be chocolate cake.”
“Yes I know sweetie, his mother confirmed. But you know, if you get there too early you'll have to help set up.” Hyungsik made the face he always makes when he's in thought.
“I’m ok with that” he decides confidently.
“Really,” you raise your eyebrows in mock thought “You'd be ok with listening to uncle Doohwans stories for three extra hours?”
Hyungsik's face morphed into an expression of horror.
“No, no! Definitely not that” he exclaimed.
“Ok so, how about we find your jacket later, Yerum and Douhyun are barely awake yet my love” you play with your son's soft hair before flicking his forehead playfully.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“Bacon n’ eggs! Please!”
“Of course my baby. Do you think your brothers would want the same?”
You say as you squeeze past your son and into your tiny kitchen where the wall paper was peeling and your gas was barely working. You really needed to find the money to move to a new place.
“I think so eomma, they seem to love bacon n’ eggs almost as much as me.”
“Almost as much as you huh, I best give my big strong boy a big portion then right?”
He laughs but you notice his laugh sounds different than usual, almost deflated, like he was faking his laughter at your expense.
“Eomma, please dont waste food on me. I only need a small bit. If anything you should give Yerum more, he's older” he mumbles, almost like he's trying to keep secrets.
“Why do you say that baby?” you could hear how your voice was laced with concern. You were pretty sure your son could hear it too by the way he looked away from you. Almost as if he felt guilty for bringing it up.
“Baby, are you ok?”
“I'm fine eomma, it's just that I feel guilty. You spent a lot of money on my new jacket. We could've used that money to save for something more important like a new oven but instead you bought me a jacket.” He explains and the whole time he's looking into your eyes with tears forming in his.
“We needed that money eomma and it was wasted on me because I wanted a new jacket. I'm really sorry, so please don't waste anymore money on me ok?”
“Baby, Baby it's not like that,” You come to sit next to him on the worn out kitchen chairs. “ I didn't waste my money on you, you need to look good for your friends' party, don't you worry about money baby, you're too young to worry about money yet, let eomma handle that ok?” A pit forms in your stomach and all you can do is wrap your son in your arms.
“Dont you worry son, let mama handle all these things, ok?”
“Promise me?”
“Ok, eomma. I promise”
The two of you heard patting against the old wooden floor boards and soon followed a small voice.
“Eomma, can I have eggs n’ bacon for breakfast.” Douhyun asks, clinging on to his carrot plushie that your mother had given him.
“Looks like you were right sweetie, maybe that means you'll win some party games later as well.” You kiss Hyunsik’s forehead and move to go back to the kitchen to cook for your sons.
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“Ok so everyone knows the plan, me, Douhyun and Yerum will go get some ice cream at the park across the street.” You explain.
“Ok mama,” Hyunsik skips along happily just ahead of you.
“Why can't I go to the party as well mama?” Douhyun asks.
“Well because there's gonna be a lot of people there my love. Perhaps there just wasn't enough room.”
“HYUNGSIK HEY!” an energetic voice calls.
“JAESUNGIE!” your son equally as excited calls back.
“Ok you have fun my darling,” you nudge him forward and wave him goodbye.
“Mama, can I have chocolate?” Douhyun asks, clinging onto you.
“Yes of course my love, i should have a coupon somewhere here. Anything for you, Yerum?”
“No, I'm ok.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, yes.” His words held a slight annoyance.
“Ok, well i did ask.”
“Can we watch the sunset eomma?” Douhyun asks.
“Yes of course my love.”
You watched the sun slowly setting for 40 minutes whilst enjoying your ice cream.
You hear the ding of your phone so before you start to walk back to the apartment you check your phone and your heart drops.
‘Hey Y/n, there was a man here five minutes ago claiming to be Hyungsik’s father, so i let him take him home’
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chimchimsauce · 2 years
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Poor, Unfortunate, Sold
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Hoseok, the banished recluse, has always loved and worshiped merprincess YN, despite knowing he could never have her. For the longest time, he’s been content, treasuring their secret meetings. But when she begins to slip through his tentacles, Hoseok decides he will make her love him back, no matter what.
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“How much longer are we going to stay out here, Your Highness?”
The ocean is nearly black with night, but that doesn’t hinder YN’s sight in the slightest. After all, merpeople are built to be successful hunters even in the deepest and darkest trenches.
“Just a little longer, Junghoonie,” the merprincess says, not even turning her head to look at her bodyguard.
She already knows the merman is rolling his eyes at her, disgruntled at the late shift. Junghoon has been guarding the youngest princess of Atlantica since she was barely able to swim and is well used to her antics by now.
One would think that being part of the royal family would mean YN was always poised and proper like her older sisters, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Since she was born much later than the rest of the King’s daughters, YN was spoiled and allowed to get away with things the others weren’t. It’s well known that she’s the favorite princess despite not being anywhere near the top of the line of succession for the throne.
If YN wasn’t so totally uninterested in palace life, her older sisters would have seen her as a threat and put a target on her back. Already a few of the princesses have lost their lives to assassinations, hunting trips “gone wrong”, and a variety of other methods that prove the merfolk can be just as cruel as the humans who live above.
Humans.
Junghoon’s lip curls back in disgust. A couple hundred years ago, back when Junghoon was just a baby, the humans had discovered how to sail the ocean and haven’t given up the task since. Life was good when humans stayed on land with their odd-looking limbs and their lack of fins, but ever since they’ve tried to claim the ocean, things have taken a turn for the worse.
Hardly a day goes by without some random human junk being tossed in the ocean and disturbing the delicate balance of life Mother Nature has so carefully cultivated. Their overfishing has made it difficult for the mer to have a consistent food source and has forced several small pods to the brink of extinction. 
It’s for this reason that Junghoon does not feel any pity whenever he or his brigade come across a sunken ship and finds the corpses of humans tossed about in the wreckage. If anything, he’s glad to find extra food to bring back to the kingdom. 
Most of the other mer hold the same disdain for humans, but that cannot be said of all of them. There are human sympathizers as well as mer who wish to capture and study them to learn more about the world above the waves. 
No one is a bigger supporter of this movement than the little princess swimming a few feet in front of him. Princess YN is absolutely obsessed with the humans, something that has raised red flags among several of the nobility. Her father, King Triton, is convinced that YN’s addiction is just a childish hobby she’ll outgrow, but Junghoon knows better.
YN has long since shed the last of her childhood scales and blossomed into the most beautiful mermaid in the entire Kingdom. Despite the near impossibility that she will ever take the throne, not a week goes by without several suitors writing to the king in an attempt to have her hand in marriage. 
The King has shown no interest in marrying his favorite daughter off yet, so YN is still free to roam around and collect all the human baubles that sink to the bottom of the ocean and hoard them in her underground cave she never allows anyone entrances to. Not even Junghoon has been inside, always forced to stand guard at the entrance. He can’t poke so much as a tailfin in with the princess scolding him.
“We really should be getting back to the castle, your highness,” Junghoon says as YN picks us a shiny thing from a tangle of seaweed. 
She’s not listening to him, holding the object up. It doesn’t sparkle due to the darkness, but YN’s eyes shine like she’s holding the biggest pearl ever discovered.
“Your Highness,” Junghoon repeats.
YN finally pulls her eyes away from the thing, looking over her shoulder at him. Junghoon is struck by just how big she’s gotten. He’s always felt like a caretaker to her, so his affection is deeply rooted in his role as bodyguard. 
“Alright, alright,” she says, blowing bubbles to display her displeasure.
Her finned hand curls around the object.
“Can we at least stop by my treasure room so I can deposit this?” she asks, widening her eyes to plead with him.
YN knows that her bodyguard can hardly ever deny her, but unfortunately for her, today happens to be one of those days.
“We’re already past your curfew, Your Highness,” Junghoon says, voice stern.
YN pouts but doesn’t argue further.
The swim back to the castle is silent but not uncomfortable. Junghoon knows the princess isn’t actually mad at him. He’s never seen her get angry in her entire life, always carefree and easy-going.
Junghoon nods at the sentries who guard the palace gates, recognizing them from his various patrols. He escorts YN all the way to her room, bidding her goodnight.
All alone in her chambers, YN swims to the ceiling, running her fingers through the bioluminescent algae that provides her some light. 
She wonders absently if the humans use glowing plants to illuminate their homes. YN has found numerous human objects, but can never quite figure out what they’re used for. Instead, she’s stuck watching them rust and rot away, her collection turning into nothing more than a tarnished junk heap.
But still, she can’t bear to throw anything away. The princess wants nothing more than to walk among the humans and experience their culture and way of life, but she knows it’s impossible. She’s stuck down here in the gilded cage the castle forms, trapping her from living the free life she wants to. Life at the palace is so stifling that even a few minutes in her bedroom has her itching to leave.
Looking down at the new object she discovered, YN watches as it reflects the algae’s glow, light shining on the sharp. It looks somewhat similar to the spears the guards always keep with them, but this one is much too small to hunt or defend oneself with. She has no clue what to do with it.
As she thinks, YN remembers the many paintings she has collected and stored away in her cave. Even though most of them are half-ruined, the mermaid is still able to make out some of what they portray, something which has helped her identify a few of the objects she’s found in the past.
The curiosity is eating away at her, so even though she knows she’ll be in trouble if her father finds out she’s snuck out (once again), the princess slips through the secret exit in a decorative piece of coral, eyes scanning for any guards watching the escape tunnels.
She finds none, so she races through the catacombs, familiar enough with the labyrinth to exit the castle within minutes.
Her cavern lies just at the edges of the kingdom, far enough away that she doesn’t have to worry about anyone disturbing her.
Nothing much of substance is out here except for a boat wreck she’s long since picked through and a shiver of sharks which always skirt away from her, knowing that she’s the superior predator.
She quickly swims over to the collection of portraits she has, scanning over them to see if she can locate the object in any of them. After several minutes, she’s disappointed not to find what she’s looking for.
“That’s called a knife, my princess” a voice comes.
YN would have been startled if she wasn’t so used to him being here. He’s always here.
“Is it?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
The entrance of the cave is nearly completely blocked by a large form. The first thing her eyes go to is the smiling face of her childhood best friend before her eyes dart down, quickly scanning over the man’s taut abs and going lower. Seven tentacles fan out along the sandy floor, wriggling ever so slightly as if they have a mind of their own. Hoseok stands nearly three heads taller than her because of them, something that always takes her by surprise since once upon a time, she was the bigger of the two.
“It is,” Hoseok repeats, slithering deeper into the cave.
He grabs her freehand and presses a kiss against her knuckles and whispers something she can’t understand before light bursts forward from nowhere, illuminating the cave much better than algae ever could. 
The two of them can see just fine without the additional light, but illumination was one of the first spells Hoseok ever learned as a child. It thrilled YN so much the first time she watched him perform it that he’s made an effort to cast the spell wherever possible. It still brings a smile to her face.
“The humans use it to cut their meals into smaller pieces,” he clarifies.
“How particular,” YN says, looking at the fork in her hand with new understanding, “Why not simply use their teeth? I know they have them.”
Her eyes drift over to one of the numerous human skulls she’s collected over the years. Most of them were given to her by the man in front of her. 
Before Hoseok can answer, Princess YN begins to pop the knife in her mouth, curious to experience it. The metal has barely touched her tongue before Hoseok pulls it away from her, holding her face in his hands.
Any other merman would be executed on the spot for such boorish behavior, but Hoseok isn’t just anyone. He’s her very best friend in the entire world, the only one to treat her like an individual. 
YN looks up at him as he slips a thumb between her lips, opening her mouth and running his finger ever so gently over her teeth so as not to cut himself.
“You see how flat the humans’ teeth are?” he asks her, removing her finger from her mouth. He‘s focused entirely on her lips, “They’re not strong enough to cut through the many different types of food they eat.”
YN runs her tongue over the edge of her own teeth as if she never truly realized how sharp they actually are. Hoseok sighs out, expelling bubbles.
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Princess YN is the most desired mermaid in the entire kingdom and Hoseok is no exception. He’s been in love with her ever since they were small. She was the only noble child not to treat him differently for having tentacles instead of a tail. 
Discrimination and elitism run rampant through the kingdom, so even though there are many different types of merpeople, only those with tails hold any sort of political or social power. Merpeople who have tentacles, legs, or anything other than a tail are lorded over by those who believe themselves to be superior.
It was a miracle that Hoseok was allowed to be educated with the noble children considering how hard his own father had to work to obtain a prestigious position. Even as a child, Hoseok knew the mockery his father faced in an attempt to give him and other merpeople like them a chance for a better life, so he never mentioned the bullying and sometimes downright cruel treatment he endured, knowing that this father dealt with enough trouble already.
Due to this, Hoseok always tried to keep to himself as much as possible. He didn’t attempt to play with the other children and held his tongue when the teachers would give him lower marks than he deserved. It remained that way for a few years, all the way until princess YN was old enough to begin attending lessons as well. 
For some reason, she seemed to hate the other children just as much as Hoseok did and would avoid them whenever possible, even her older sisters.
He was still wary of her and would never speak to her, knowing that the punishment he would receive from speaking to a princess would far exceed his current level of curiosity. But YN didn’t care at all, deciding to sit with him only three days after starting classes. At first, he would only speak when spoken to, but YN’s contagious personality soon had him chatting to her constantly. 
Just like he suspected, the other children were none too thrilled. On one of the days when the princess wasn’t able to attend class, the other children ganged up on him and beat him so badly he could barely make it home.
His father had been slight, but Hoseok could see the pain lurking behind his eyes. 
Hoseok had only missed two lessons before a visitor from the royal palace came. The household was scrambling to prepare for the mystery guest, but all Hoseok could think was he was most likely going to be expelled from the academy. He fully expected the haughty schoolmaster to waltz into his room with some bullshit excuse about his grades being too poor or him being rude to the other children, but instead, he was met with the young princess.
The entire household was shocked to see someone of such high social status come to visit. Even her guards looked like they were surprised to be in such a lowly household.
At the sight of Hoseok all bruised and bandaged, the youngest princess immediately burst into tears, running over to him and holding his hand with a tenderness he had never experienced. When he had asked why she was so upset, YN had looked at him like he was crazy and said nine words that changed his life forever: “Because you’re my best friend, and I love you.”
Since that moment all those years ago, every beat Hoseok’s three hearts have taken has been for her.
“You’re so smart, Hoseok. You should be the lead historian in the kingdom and you know it,” YN says, snapping Hoseok out of his reverie, “I’m sure I could convince my father to lift your banishment if -”
“Princess,” Hoseok says, interrupting her, “It’s okay. You and I both know high society doesn’t suit me.”
Ah, banishment. Years ago, when Hoseok had finished his schooling and was shadowing the lead historian in the castle’s library, there had been a bit of an . . . incident. 
Hoseok had overheard one of the noblemen criticizing Princess YN, belittling her carefree attitude and the way she treated the “unfavorable” merpeople. The very last straw had been when he then had the audacity to suggest asking King Triton for her hand in marriage because of her beauty and perceived lack of intelligence.
“Oh, she’ll be the best wife,” one of the slimy mermen said, “She’ll elevate my level in court and we’d make some beautiful pups.”
He threw his head back and laughed, but the sound was cut short when Hoseok’s fist slammed into his jaw with every ounce of pent up rage and frustration that had been building up in the last several years. Hoseok could handle the snide remarks and nasty pranks aimed towards himself, but he would not tolerate disrespect towards Y/n, the most perfect being to have ever blessed this wretched ocean. 
The shock of the incident left the other mermen speechless for several moments, allowing Hoseok to get in more blows against the offender’s face. The merman below him begged and pleaded like the pathetic worm he was, but it was pure static to Hoseok. It was only when he was pulled off the other man by the royal guard and tossed against the coral and roughly beaten that Hoseok was brought out of her rage-fueled reverie.
He had been promptly thrown in jail without a second thought and had sulked in the cold darkness for hours, ruminating in his actions. He did not regret defending Princess Y/N, not even for one moment, but he did think about the effect this would have on his father.
His father had worked so hard to make progress for himself and his people, and there’s a good chance that Hoseok had just ruined it in a matter of minutes. He sighed as a light came into view, revealing the Princess with a concerned look on her face.
“Hoseok!” she shouted, hands wrapping around the rusty metal bars. Bioluminescent algae was wrapped around her wrists, allowing him to get a clever look at her face,
The room felt warmer instantly as his hearts wooshed faster as they always did when he was in her gracious presence. 
“Princess,” he murmurs.
“You’re hurt,” YN says, looking anguished.
A conflicting mix of guilt and glee worms around Hoseok. Guilt from causing his Princess to worry, but glee from the fact that she was worried about him.
“I’m sorry,” he says despite not being sorry in the slightest, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“Nonsense,” his princess said, “I’m sure that you wouldn’t have done anything rash.”
Her blind faith in him makes him love her even more, something he didn’t think was possible. He smiles at her, but she doesn’t return it like she usually would. 
“Hoseok . . .” she begins, her words clogged in her throat as if she’s struggling to get them out, “I have some bad news.”
His heart sinks. He’s never heard his Princess have such a desolate tone.
“Bad news?” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re being banished,” YN says, eyes welling with tears the ocean washes away immediately, “I tried to get my father to forget the incident, but Kai and his father wouldn’t have it. They wanted you executed. This was the best I could do to save you.”
Hoseok stays silent, unsure of what to say or how to react. Y/N, taking this as a sign that he’s upset with her rushes to continue. 
“But! I’m close friends with Princess Tzuyu from the Second Kingdom. I’m sure that I can have you move there with no problem. The relations between all the merpeople is much better there than it is here, so there’s so much more opportunity there for you. I think you’ll actually be able to reach your potential -”
“Y/N,” Hoseok says, cutting her off, “Thank you, but I’d rather be banished.”
“Why?” the princess asks, her voice small.
“If I move to the Second Kingdom, I won’t be able to ever see you again, right? Even though you and Princess Tzuyu are close, our Kingdom and theirs aren’t. You wouldn’t be able to visit me.”
“I . . . correct,” Y/N says, “But if you’re banished, you will be banned from society. You’ll never get the chance to pursue your education or career.”
“I don’t care,” Hoseok says without hesitation, “I value you more than anything else in existence, YN.”
He reaches between the bars and cups her face, a liberty he has never obtained before. He never would have normally, but the fear this will be his last opportunity to override it.
YN places her hand over his, looking deeply into his eyes. 
“What am I going to do without you, Hobi?” she asks, tears coming freely, “You’re my only friend. You’re the only person who sees me for me. I don’t want to be away from you.”
Hoseok wishes he had the strength to pull the bars apart and take her into his arms and whisk her away. The words “run away with me” are on the tip of his tongue, but they never get the chance to be spoken as the guards come and escort her away.
The two of them only meet once more, making plans for the abandoned shipwreck they found as young children, the place they’d still be able to meet.
For five years, the two of them meet at the shipwreck as they do tonight.
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“I have a confession to make,” Y/N says.
“What is it, Princess?” Hoseok murmurs.
For a moment, he feels like she’ll finally confess to him - to say that the feelings he’s had nearly his entire life are reciprocated. 
“I feel so . . . suffocated, Hobi. Like I’m truly not made for this life. I really . . . I really want to know what it’s like to be human. I’m tired of scavenging for discarded items on the bottom of the seafloor. I want to actually experience it.”
Hoseok pauses. That’s not what he expected to hear.
“I know it’s stupid. Impossible, actually. But it just feels like . . .”
“It’s not stupid, Princess,” Hoseok says, always wanting to be there for her, “I’m sure it’s possible. Actually, I feel like I may have come across a potion that could turn a merperson into a human temporarily.”
He has not, but the way Y/N’s eyes light up make him determined to either find or create one.
“Really?” she asks, grasping his hands in hers, her excitement palpable.
“Yes,” he says, “It’ll need quite a bit more testing before it’s safe, but I can make that happen for you. I can make your dream come true.”
Y/N squeals with excitement and grasps her friend tightly.
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For the next several months, Hoseok works tirelessly to create a proper potion. The random merpeople he’s kidnapped and experimented on have suffered greatly, but a little bloodshed is nothing compared to YN’s joy. There are many, many failures, but at long last, after scouring every book he could sneak into the kingdom and get his hands on, he figures it out.
“Really?” YN asks once he finally presents the potion to her.
“Really,” Hoseok confirms, “Take it in shallow water so you won’t accidentally end up drowning. The change won’t be a pleasant experience, but you’ll be able to walk among the humans, at least for a while. Only a fortnight.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” YN says, grasping the potion and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before racing off towards the coast. 
Hoseok secretly follows her, watching her the best he can from his place in the ocean. When she returns two weeks later with news that she met someone and fell in love, Hoseok, for the second time in his life, is pushed over the edge.
Unlike when he beat Kai into a pulp and got banished from the kingdom, Hoseok doesn’t react instantly, doesn’t blow up at his Princess. He never could, would never hurt her.
But sometimes, when you love someone, you have to do what is best for them, whether or not they want you to.
So when YN asks Hoseok to make a long lasting potion so she can run away with the prince of the kingdom above the sea, he feels no guilt for swapping it out with one he had hoped to never have to use on her, one filled with his own blood and the desire for her he’s always had. 
Y/N’s trust in him causes her to tip the bottle back and swallow every drop of the love potion in the shallow cove. Sure, the glaze in her eyes when she professes her love for him isn’t the way he would have liked it, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the end of the day, he has her, his Princess forevermore.
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A/N: OMG! It’s finally out! And on my 2000 day anniversary of being an ARMY no less. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoyed this fic and the entire Forbidden Fables collab. Thank you to @chaoticpuff17 and @deepdarkdelights for being so patient, awesome, and talented. Go read their contributions to the collab if you haven’t already!
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Nerdy simp- Pt.1 
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PAIRING: Yandere Taehyung x Reader (f) 
GENRE: Yandere au, eventual smut, angst, fluff 
RATING: 15+
TW: yandere, mentions of domestic violence 
DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes. 
SYNOPSIS: Your nerdy friend Taehyung would die for this girl at your university but he’s really shy even thinking about approaching her and you think teasing him would make him confess his feelings…Or he had other plans?
“Remember to finish those assignments. It takes about half of your internals!” 
The class was finally over. Mr. San even yelling that in my ear wouldn’t make me move a muscle! Not when I have my dearest best friend-
“Taehyung!! Yo?!” 
Oh boy, he was really into this girl-
“are you done mister? Looking sorry- STARRING! At that poor woman?!?” You should have seen his face when I yelled that out loud. He quickly rose up and ran out to the doors. At least I could get this man up for our next lecture. But that comes down with consequences.
Teasing him entertains me as well as getting his ass to speak up to his long yearned crush so he can stop making me feel like a single bitch that no one cares to look at the way he does. Job is easy if he doesn’t stay at her presence cause oh lord! He would just stalk her all the way to classes that weren’t ours and of course in the name of friendship I had to arrange proxy for our attendance and leave with him. Why? Cause he does all the type of assignments assigned to us. AKA double copies. 
At times I do feel bad but when he himself suggests that as a bargain to accompany him, i am no fool to deny such offer and I just had to accept the good deal. He says it makes him more revised on the subject matter. Of course. Like the nerd he is. In fact finding a proxy wasn’t hard since it was my good ol’ friend Stephanie. We are different classes away but the fact that she was my high school bff doesn’t make a difference. There are some unavoidable classes that separate us but that is the only class I stay away from Taehyung and partner up with Stephanie. Taehyung on the other hand has to face his crush for the whole 45 min long calculus class. I opted for Psychology. That is the only topic where Mrs. Daisy is just always pregnant and into labor, having the students hang out in the gallery doing whatever. She’s the best cause she would just mark us all with a hundred percent in internals and let us do any of the hell we want in our life. Not really the best kind of tutor but psychology is a shit of a subject by itself. I study on an average level and taehyung’s scores do get on my nerves. It’s competitive between us sometimes and I’m hoping exams don’t seem as close as they are. 
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You followed Taehyung out of the class and put your hand around his skinny figure. Taehyung stayed calm knowing it was you but you know you would be yelled by his dreaded figure somewhere around the corner. 
“So….you heard wassup with that assignment right?” 
“Why did you do that?!” Here he goes..
“Hey chill! She probably never heard me- 
“PROBABLY? Huh?!” 
“Yeah! She was right over the corner! Not even close to your damn seat!”
“What If she heard you?!” 
“So what? What if she did?” 
“Wouldn’t she think I’m a fucking creep?! Starring at her?!” 
“Oh- so you do know you’re staring huh?” You inched him closer and closer while he was visibly confused. Your hands made their way beside him locking him up on the spot. 
“w-why-what are you doing-
“You are a creep Taehyung” his eyes widened taking your words in. His eyes turned dark and furious with what left your mouth. Before he could interrupt, you had to complete your attempt of an escape. 
“You are until you don’t confess it to her and make her yours honey”
you knew it was an escape as you could see his eyes soften up and cheeks rise up in cherry blossom. Bringing up anything about this girl distracted Taehyung. Even so, blushing shades that you never knew existed. The way you said that could have even urged your own self to this state but regardless, you were gonna tease this soul. You inched closer and closer until there was a thin line of space that stopped your chest from rubbing his. His lungs stopped breathing as your nose touched the tip of his. There wasn’t much view being this close but you couldn’t stop your eyes from landing on his perfectly part lips that he immediately bit once he looked over to your sight. You let out a small chuckle and looked into his eyes that held a tiny little mole that he adorned.
He was such a beautiful boy. Such a wonderful creation. You swore you would have thanked his parents for bringing something like this into the world. Something really ethereal like him. You slowly tilted your head to match a kissing spot and inched just a teeny bit closer making sure to only tease him and nothing else. He immediately fisted his hands and shut his eyes tight expecting you to really do something to this heck of an innocence. He was the absolute cutest. You bit your lip to suppress the laugh and led on to his left ear while he stood still as a stone. 
“Confess that shit your nerdy simp”. you whispered into his ear.
You backed away, happy with some more successful teasing on the line.
You knew this would have immense effect on him and henceforth, you fled the place casually to your next class. You could say he was flustered but he had to sit beside you since no one would sit with an awkward unknown person like Taehyung. 
Sooner or later he stood at the doorway to be noticed by the lecturer. The lecturer was pretty shocked as Taehyung was usually the best scoring student and as he believed he attended all his classes.
Haha. Shore. 
**
“Taehyung? Have you also become one of these people?”
His head hung low to all his disregard. Which really pinged me with a lot of guilt. I should have taken him hand in hand with me. 
“Get inside. I believe you are a time conscious student and don’t have me let down again”
His figure appeared beyond the doorframe finally letting me getting a glimpse of him. He wore his hoodie up covering himself more than what his silky bangs would already do. 
He walked up the stairs as I tried signaling him over to me but to my shock he was pulled over by some person few bench away from mine.
'What?'
As confused as I was, I was equally invested and curious. Who exactly was that? That deadass punk who took my best friend to the themselves? But I was definitely calm and less defensive since I know Taehyung would hop out of there and run back to me. Surely jealous cause he was my only companion but not really patient.
Why isn’t he back to me yet? But I could handle with his shit later. His betrayal can wait since I needed to know that heck of person snatching my bestie from me. Making me unattended throughout this entire class! 
**
It’s not like he would pay any attention to you but you would be straight lying if you said you didn’t feel comfort and happiness in his presence. It was usually just you trying to gain his attention from him. Practically trying to have him look away from the same girl and acknowledge your lame attempts of entertaining him through your jokes. It does hurt you now that he isn’t with you. The entire class is your stranger even tho several people were kind but not having him besides you feels like the very first day of joining school. If you’d feel like this, you believe Taehyung knows better of your condition but you’re wrong cause it looks like his crush has finally gotten the attention of this young man.
You noticed the person in a while. He doesn’t seem to bulge or be uncomfortable around her. He seems happy. Like the shy boy he is when his crush cared to noticed him. Does it make you a terrible friend because you feel incredibly jealous and insecure without him? Whether or not the question is answered, you’re feeling sad. And nothing but Taehyung can make this right. 
The class was over. And for the first time you wished it was longer since breaks only felt fine when Taehyung was with you. Not when you were certainly going to feel left out and alone for most of the time. But you knew this was wrong. You knew this was eventually gonna happen anyway. But unsure it was gonna be this soon. It’s okay to leave your bestie. You had to mind your business but somewhere in your heart you wished he’d leave her and run behind you for the rest of the day. You wore your unopened bag and walked out in front of them secretly hoping he’d call you over. But to your extreme disappointment he haven’t even glanced at you.
Wow. 
You waited by the hall pretending to read something but- he hadn’t looked for you? Was she some weird witch? Did she take him away from you?? You looked at the distance and looks like someone spotted your figure. So you cluelessly waved back at them while they approached you.
A little light seemed to fill the void since it was Stephanie. What did she have to say? She hugged you like the usual but you were way too engaged in something else. 
“Let’s go!” She held your hand and started walking away confusing you. 
“Uhm where?” “Gallery. The usual. Do you have some other place in mind?” 
Oh.
So it was his calculus class. Right. Taehyung wouldn’t abandon you. Oof!
��Nope! Not at all!” You felt relieved. You walked along with Stephanie and did the usual chatter. 
***
“Hey…what do you think of that blonde kid?”
“That guy? Cyan? Yeah! he’s cute!”
“She’s no guy! It’s that new girl? Who came like two years ago?”
“Two years ago? And she’s new?!” She scoffed 
“Whatever…what’s here name and stuff? That girl? that goes along Taehyung to calculus class?”
“Right. You mean taehyung’s crush? Celine?” 
Really? Did Taehyung tell everyone about who he liked? So was I any special to him at all? Really? 
“Errm…yeah? So it’s Celine huh?” 
“Yasss! You had to see him today! He was really happy! I mean…crush had to mean something! Wasn’t some usual group…like you or me”
Usual group? Like me? I was just some acquaintance to him. And she was all he wanted. What’s surprising in that? What’s wrong in that? Nothing. 
Absolutely nothing.
“Do you have group plans for lunch? We could eat together or something”
“Don’t get me wrong but uh me and cyan had been going out soo-
This wasn’t even surprising to you like it was supposed to be, compared to what you were feeling. You accepted her well and exited the place ASAP. 
You felt happy for him but you’d be slightly offended if he doesn’t give you the equal attention. Or maybe you were just some mere student he found to hang around with? It was just a small gloomy feeling where you didn’t have either of your friends around you.
***
The yard was pretty breezier than the previous days. Really calming indeed. Taehyung’s absence compromised nothing. You had a small vanilla fruit cake with sour jam filling for lunch. It’d fill you pretty well for the time-being. Everything was distant at the moment as you enjoyed the lunch to some music but something else also seemed distant.
Taehyung? 
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He came aboard running then quickly acquiring the space next to me. I was sure curious about the happening but his betrayal deserved my treatment. I stayed as-if unbothered by the arrival while he just sat next to me. My lips welcomed a slight smile. My best friend was back!
Moments passed and I was completely unattended by my fruitcake until Taehyung had grabbed it from my hands. I looked over to him while he took a bite of my cake and gave me his infamous boxy grin. How could I ignore this man? I forbid to say anything tho. Keeping my attention away from the boy; looked like he talked too much that I obviously refused to answer but secretly reduce my music volume to. Not after a minute he slid closer to me plucking one of the earbud out off my ear then placing it on his. We continued listening to music together. It felt like those days when we first met. He grabbed my phone out of my hands and I had to keep in mind that this wasn’t any normal day that we spent. I grabbed it back from his and he looked confused like he should.
The dramatic hurtful look on his face did make me want to give up the play but not so easily.
I collected my belongings and started to walk away and like expected, he came running back like a lost puppy. Quite satisfied by the impact I said nothing making him only annoyed. 
“Did something happen? Hey? …could you talk?!” 
“What do you need?!” I yelled back.
You had an annoyed expression on your face that was something Taehyung sees everyday but not towards him. 
“I don’t know! Why are you being like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like that!” 
“You know you’re wasting my time right?” 
“Oh. Reallyyyy?” his voiced cooed with sarcasm.
“Y-yeah! Duh!” 
This seemed really childish for you but there was no way to get back on him other than this. You did hate him at the moment and seeing that stupid face of his would melt you back into talking to him so staying there did you no good. He pulled you back holding your shoulder. Taking his hands away was of no use since he’d hold you ground till he gets what he wanted. You wanted answers too. You cooperated just a bit so he could see. He sighed misting his glasses a bit. 
“Did someone say something Y/n?” Like expected he’d heard nothing. You just looked at him with a glare having him more curious by this behavior. 
“Listen. I’m no 'mind reader' and you’ll have to talk in order for me to understand. Yeah?”
Have you forgotten dear? Oh, How he was too good with his talk? In luring you into that speech of his?
Well. it did work. 
“Celine? You left me for her didn’t you? You bastard…”
He grinned and laughed still holding you. If you weren’t pissed at that sight..
“what? For real?” He laughed and laughed and laughed.
What in the world? Did you embarrass yourself for missing him? Wait. is it embarrassing for you to miss him?
You left the place and he followed behind. He called out to you a couple million times and no. You didn’t want to talk to him. Nope. 
He pulled your hands intertwining the both behind you. 
“Where you perhaps jealous? Really y/n?”
You didn’t know what to say or to think of. Whether to think of how he would’ve felt when you teased him this way or to explain why jealousy even mattered. It raged you to think that he’d think this was immature of you.
The only thing that could stop this situation for you was to cross the positions. To tell him why the fuck that actually mattered. Now nothing remained the same since you’ve bashed his figure beneath you crushing his knuckles with yours. He thinks this was funny? You’ll show him.
“Yeah? Maybe I really was you jerk! Maybe cause we’re best friends and that I felt like a third wheel? Or that you hadn’t told me about going on with her when I waited for a dumbass like you!” His eyes wandered about yours making him flushed. You were really angry but he didn’t have to blush like that.
Did he?
You smirked closing the space between you. You knew exactly what to do. You were a sinister bitch.
“Should I just kiss you? Should I punish you that way? Hmm?”
You have never taken it this far but the heat of the moment can’t have you waiting to tease him. 
“Y/n-
“shhhh” you shushed him with your lips threatening to brush his. You can hear him gulp satisfying your moves. “Haven’t you been saving your first kiss for that girl? What if I disappoint you?” His lips immediately sealed together, afraid you’d actually kiss them. Did he really think you’d do that? you sighed clicking your tongue.
“Pretty boy, pretty boy…- you whispered, rubbing his nose with yours. “-it’s time for class hmm? Escort me to class. will you?”
As said you backed away, he looked at anything but you. You led your hands out for him to lead you and like the good boy he is, he held your hand reaching out to that class.
***
Taehyung was really casual upon holding you down like that but it definitely wasn’t the case for you. Moments escalated unnecessarily but at least things were back to normal. Since this was an reoccurring thing, both of you haven’t noticed the extent of your teasing. When usually it would just be you talking a couple of things that flustered Taehyung, it’s leveled up to something as sensitive as kissing your best friend that could possibly cause a break between you. Did Taehyung secretly like it or were you a little too atrocious? 
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Days have passed and things started getting serious on academic levels. Both Taehyung and you spent time together and it was natural for you to stick to him. Although he would spend time with Celine during calculus and go sit with her after giving you prior notice that he was going to- you learned to be fine and keep yourself engaged till he’d return. Assignments had started loading up and you didn’t want him stressed out doing your work. And Mrs.Daisy seems to have comeback and let your hopes down on free internal marks. its safe to say that you've been quite busy lately.
Taehyung would barely tell you about his relationship status but you didn’t care. You had your life on the line this semester and graduating this college meant everything right now. But, assignments have become a little difficult without Taehyung’s assistance. Hence you both have decided to meet up at his place for a small group study session.
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“Hi y/n” the usual greeting was invited as he sat beside you. You have been texting Stephanie lately since she’s been helping you on psychology. Classes after classes were ending you on a regular basis. You had to focus and listen to them unlike the past. You nudged Taehyung’s arms in the midst of the lecture. 
“I’m leaving with Stephanie to the nearby cafe after class. Do you wanna stick along?” 
“It’s okay. I’ll just spend some time with Celine” 
Even tho Taehyung looked for you only when he wasn’t with Celine, you’ve grown used to it. It’s natural he spends time with someone he loves and you weren’t in the place to care about it. You had way important things to do than to indulge for some dude you probably wouldn’t even see after graduating. 
"okay"
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You had entered the cafe barn with Stephanie and people passed along with time. You had exchanged few texts with Taehyung about taking his meals but nothing very special to talk about. After hours of discussion you had completed a few assignments. On the way to the washroom you swear you saw Celine with some boy. You didn’t think much of it until you had remembered your best friend Taehyung. Again, it wasn’t a thing for you to assume since Taehyung hadn’t even confessed yet. As far as you knew. It could even be someone she was seeing. And to begin with you didn’t know a thing about Celine and have not really cared about her either. You made your way back to your seat and decided to know something about Celine. 
**
“What do you think about Celine?” 
“I don’t have anything to say. I introduced myself and my boyfriend for Taehyung’s sake. There is nothing I know bout her” she continued sipping on the remaining drink. 
“Why? Isn’t it just so random to ask about her?” she spoke
“nothing in specific. I saw her on my way to the washroom with some dude. What if Taehyung is just trying for some already taken girl?” She let out a giggle. 
“That’s ridiculous! I haven’t seen her with anyone at the campus” 
“what about Taehyung? What is really going on between them?” 
“Taehyung helps her with stuff. That’s as much as I know”
what was his confession plan? It was almost graduation and what was he waiting for? But Stephanie sure wasn’t done.
“Fill me on that boy. Who was he?” 
“I don’t know. It’s just a blond guy” 
“Blond? Could you expand me on that?” You rolled your eyes, taking a big sip emptying the beverage. Stephanie had a knack for tea. At least that’s what you thought. 
“Nothing was clear. It was just a glimpse I caught. And erm.. I don’t know, he had this snoopy hoodie left open. That’s all I’m sure of”
“Could it be Cyan? You think?”
“Your boyfriend? I only know one blonde and that’s Celine..i have no idea” you could say she was getting tensed so you suggested you called him but she had taken a direct approach to check in on those people.
You led Stephanie to the stalls and the noises you were hearing is really making you concerned for her.
She banged the stall doors yelling and screaming eventually opening them.
The scene was surely something that you did not expect. Celine’s makeup looked smudged across her face while Stephanie’s so called boyfriend remained in the same stall with his dick out and erect. Was he even trying to hid the fact that he was fucking some girl behind his girlfriend? How could someone be this nasty? This disgusting? Stephanie screamed and yelled at the scene. Slapping and making a mess out of herself while you parted her away from the incident and tried calming her down.
While one part of you felt completely sad for your best friend, the other part felt disappointed for Taehyung. How would he take this? Would he ignore this fact and still pursue her? You couldn’t see him all broken down. He didn’t deserve such a hard feeling take over his enthusiastic self. You decided that you were gonna break this news for him. It would definitely be hard to tell him but you decided you were gonna. Taehyung would suffer just like Stephanie if he comes to know about this in the long term and you weren’t gonna let that happen.
You calmed Stephanie down. At least tired to. You didn’t want her doing something to herself over a douche like him. So you stayed the night at her place making sure she was alright. Like expected you had a few texts from Taehyung asking you about your whereabouts. You didn’t leave him unanswered. You spent the sleepless night thinking about today. Morning wasn’t anywhere near especially with your sobbing friend. The sun rose by your sight and soon you where greeted with sunset after leaving her at the airport who promised to be back for exams and graduation. It was a good and fair decision she had taken and you had helped her vacate but only if it wasn’t too sudden of her to decide. She needed to make time for herself and you were a hundred percent supportive of that but the sendoff only left you devastated and tired and starving.
Helping your friend move in about a day wasn’t easy task. You were aware of all the messages Taehyung had sent you but you left them unanswered. You could just talk it out to him when you met. But sometimes you wondered if you could just tell it all via text so you didn’t carry the burden of seeing him face to face. He loved her dearly and it would affect him severely. You were already devastated, physically and mentally seeing one of your best friends in such conditions and Taehyung meant a lot more that she could have ever. You surely hoped he wouldn’t be depressed about some whore and leave himself longing for some fake attention. You went home and laid yourself down hoping that the next day would leave you some mercy. 
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It was already a night passed as i woke up from an intoxicating sleep. In no time i had appeared for college and already seated into some irritating lectures. Taehyung had been asking me upon several things to fill in upon and I really wasn’t feeling good enough to keep up on continuously engaging in a conversation with him. At some point he had understood my state and even let me sleep by his arm. I woke up to the same Taehyung reading the same book. I insisted we go home and complete the group study session as planned. He did whine in the start but had me promise that I’d answer his questions so he could finally agree to move to the comfort of his stay. I slept by his shoulder the entire bus ride cause walking at the moment just consumed so much of my stored energy. 
We arrived home and I just laid myself down to his cot. His scent quickly put me to sleep. Nevertheless I woke up from a terrible nap and freshened myself up so I could actually do what I’ve come here for. In the midst of completion Taehyung blurted out-
“You know? I missed you”
You definitely weren’t naive. Celine was found with some horrible act yesterday and it’s evident that he didn’t get to spend time with the either of you. You just hummed to his saying and continued on the notes. 
“Why are you so dull today? You didn’t message me either” 
“Taehyung…” you thought. Should you really say this to him? He must have already known since he’s practically just stalking her the entire time. 
“What? Are you gonna answer me?”
“Well- I have something I have to say. This will upset you but It’s important that you know” 
He kept looking at his work as if it he didn’t hear you say a word but you spoke it out.
“I had gone along with Stephanie to the cafe and I’m sure you're aware of that. We happen to find out about the affair between her boyfriend and Celine. She’s not any good for you Taehyung. She doesn’t seem like a right person! She’s literally been cheating on-
“ENOUGH!” 
 His voice echoed the silent room. You weren’t sure of what’s coming but you stayed silent. He looked up at you and smugly chuckled that soon turned into hysterical laughing. You were definitely anxious of his weird behavior that was somewhat frightening to you. He stood up still laughing like you’ve said something really funny. You were growing concerned. You stood up and neared his back facing figure. 
“Taehyung? Why are you..laughing?”
He only continued to laugh until he stopped once for all. Your steps halted once you’ve held his shoulder. 
“Taehyung..l-
“You've done wrong Y/n. You really have”
your eyebrows creased in confusion growing only more concerned for him. He turned around holding your hands in his. His hands intertwined with yours bringing you closer to him; looking ever so delicate.. You only felt more guilty and hesitant about him.
“You’re also one of those people…
...accusing my love for ch-cheating on ME!?”
You flinched at the sudden raise of voice but words devoid as sting rose up your arms.
He squeezed your fingers as you yelped in absolute pain. 
“Taeh-yung! What are you doing?! Let go- 
Your screaming was never acknowledged by the man in front of you. You have never seen Taehyung this mad and he has not once hurt you intentionally and never physically. You expected Taehyung to be mad and sad but what have you done to deserve this? Does he think Celine hasn’t done anything? Cheating on him? We’re they already in a relationship? None of that mattered right now; your hands were being broken down by his and lord! The pain is aching you terribly!
“At the end of the day, you were also some cheap person to think of my Celine in that sort of way? HUH?!” 
you yelped in pain feeling like your fingers were bent beyond limit. His knuckles where much stronger than your already weak ones and you couldn’t take this anymore. Tears start welling your eyes making your vision blurry. Your hands feel like they’re being crushed away.
“I trusted you and this is what I get?! Your nasty mind and mouth spreading nasty things about my Celine and do you think? I’m gonna let you do it? Do you? DO YOU?!!” 
You scream and shout at him to stop but nothing work. He kept breaking your hands with entire pleasure.
“Tae-taehyung i-I would n-never betray y-you- 
You spoke between sobs but he has turned into some maniac. A psychotic maniac.
He let go of your hands making you fall on the ground miserably. You held your hand and scream holding them secure to yourself. He bent over to you, pulling your hair to his face level. Once again large amounts of screeches left your mouth begging to stop whatever he thinks he is doing. 
“Do you think I let you sleep here, help your stray self out of pure pity, for you to talk around like this?” He spat.
Taking all his words in was torturous and you refuse to believe he’d think of you like this. He’s all you had but were you any close to being a meaning of some sort to him during all these days together? Does he agree to have perhaps used you on either way he could have?
“How does this feel? Do you like it? Answer me…” 
You shook your head terrified of him. He’s hurting you on many levels. Your sobs never leave your mouth. You’re sure he’s broken a couple of bones and you’re not even sure if you could function properly again but the agony says otherwise. You hate how he’s acting now and truly hope this was all just some sick prank.
“She would’ve felt the same way when people like you talked about her. Yeah?” He pulled your hair further making you deeply hate his doings. He twists his hands around your hair collecting it in a bundle around his palm. Your scalp feels as if it was going to tear apart from your skull if he pulled any further.
“AHHH! Taehyung! Let go! Please! PLEASE!!!” 
“Wouldn’t her heart have ached?” He looked into your eyes as you begged for him to leave you. You can’t make him understand anything you wanted to say and he wasn’t in the state of listening to you. Your weak hands reached out his legs as you sobbed your tears out at his foot begging for him to leave you. He scoffed at your state but continued grasping your hair tighter.
He stood up gripping your hair and dragged your poor state across screaming and yelping for him to stop. He proceeded to bang your already weak head on one of the legs on the table making you dizzy and pain ridden. In a way that relieved you as you grew unconscious and numb to even think about all the disturbing events. You saw nothing but his tear soaked feet as your eyes fluttered shut.
to be cont..
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ukittyu · 1 year
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Jack In The Box!
Summary: You never seen it's face but you've seen it's silhouette. You've heard it's laugh and sometimes it calls your name. It's always been this way but it was always at the back of your mind, until, due to a series of unfortunate events that led you to a mental hospital for a couple weeks, things started to get trippy.
Part 3
TW: Yandere themes, traumatic childhood, substance ingest, Imaginary friend turned sleep paralysis demon!Hoseok AU! Slow-burn. This episode contains violence, leave if you're sensitive. TW will be updated if needed.
As expected, you didnt get any sleep thst night. You tried everything to keep your mind busy with other things. you wanted to sleep, you didn't wanted to give up your rest for a nightmare but the fear was swallowing you whole. Your neck hurted and you spended quite the time trying to cover them up with make up, sunday. Today its the day you must do something for this.
The night was warm and despite being in the middle of the city, there wasnt much noise. It got on your nerves, you hated this silence, in silence you could only hear your thoughts, so you played music, watched some mvs on your tv. 3:00am on your clock your eyelids felt so heavy, your body was fighting to stay sat and straight. Everything was so boring and this dread on your stomach, you knew it well.
You felt lonely and even though you considered yourself the most independent person, you wer afraid to be alone, to feel alone. You found it weird that none of your friends responded through out the day, it led you to overthinking. "Maybe they still sleeping?" "Or maybe the just got tired of me." Am I just the party friend? Do I even have real friends?" You did, you were certain of that until yesterday. You felt like when you were little.
When you will ask the kids from your block to play with you and they gave you bad faces or straight up told you to get lost. Same in some parks, same in the school. You weren't the most introverted but also not that outgoing, you felt like it was a good amount of both. You always tried to make people laugh, talk about intresting topics, anything to be accepted because most of the time you didn't feel like being enough.
Two tears scaped your eyes as you reminisce, you held your knees up to your body and hid your face in them as you sobbed. Seems like you've never got over that awful moments. Your mind recalling all your sad memories. Like when you told your parents that you wanted to dance, be a professional dancer one day and they just laughed, when a little girl pushed you out the playground claiming your were a crazy weirdo and your teacher laughed from afar.
These and many more, they still hurted and you cried like you haven't done in a while. You were to busy getting your life together, hanging out. You felt like your real life begun after 14. People approached you willingly, people wanted to be your friend as if it was magic, as if that gloomy cloud raining above your head disappeared.
You felt accepted, content with this people who became your family, you kept 3 of your first teenage friends til this day and you were so grateful. You wished them the best always. That's when your phone beeped. Your group chat had like 10 messages, you smiled relieved.
They always got your back, it was as if they sensed everytime you felt bad but they coming up and responding in the middle of the night was far from comforting today. They said that one of your friends, Misa hadn't picked up her phone nor responded since the night of the party. The rest, Max and Syd your guyfriends were asking if you knew something. Worried as hell you said no, that it was the same with you, she never responded.
The 3 of you made plans to meet the next day to look for her. This was beyond odd. Misa was always a responsible girl, she always texted back, she always made sure her people know where she's at, what she's up to. If you were worried before this got even worse. The sun rised up again and you were still awake, eyes puffy from all the crying and tiredness.
You got up from the bed and had your breakfast. 2 hours lattee you hear a banging in your soor you open up to see both of your friends. You received them with a smile but their faces were the exact opposite. They looked kinda like you, dark bags under their eyes, they were looking pale and mad. You let them in and Max speaks first.
"Do you have any idea of where she could been?"The air got thick and there was a couple seconds of silence as all of you recalled the last time you saw her."I never saw her leave the house, I left first and said goodbye. She was here with you "
"Yes, she was but she left in the morning, after everyone left. She was heading home."
"She never answered our calls, her phone seems to be off. Her family is looking for her already."
There was this silence again, you looked down, feeling a sorrow. This was all wrong, your friend, she cannot be lost, you tried to be positive and think maybe she lost her phone and it's out with some other friends, maybe, even if it didnt make sense. "What's on your neck?" Max pointed out and you panicked, you forgot it and you quickly covered the marks." Hey what's happening? Who did this to you?" Syd was agitated, raging at the thought of someone hurting you.
"It's nothing, I swear. I just..." You couldn't make up any explication at the moment and sighed."
"Does it have to do with Misa? Did someone did something to you and her? Where is she?!"
The situation was getting out of hand as Max grabbed your arms as he shouted every question into your face. Tears spilled from your eyes and you said "I...I can't explain." He let go of you and run his hand into his hair as he sigh.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I'm just nervous with all of this. Misa suddenly vanished into thin air and you, you appear with marks on your neck. You know you can trust in us, just tell us what happened!"
He screamed last sentence and broke down in tears. Syd was shaking, the pressure of the conflict was to much to take.
"L-let's just calm down. She's going to come back...anytime." That was all Syd said during the evening. Max just cried with you and apologized like a thousand times. They left a couple hours later and promised to stay tuned to any update or news.
As they were living Syd stood at the door for a second and turned around to you.
"If she doesnt show up...and you don't explain what happened to your neck, I'm calling the cops on you." Then he left. You couldnt understand how your friends switched this way. They were never rude to you, never had this demeanor, you understood, you felt scared too and you knew that you'll freak out in their position but mever this way.
There was never a dull moment beside them and now that Misa was gone, everything went downhill. Once again you didnt sleep, you tried to find your old therapist number. You remember her name, the last time you met her she worked at your school but she didn't work there anymore. You searched for her name online but there was no phone number, hopeless you threw yourself on your bed, as you looked up you saw your plushie fall from behind your pillows.
"Hey, where you've been little doll?" You held it above your face to examine it well. It was grey colored, his head was like a skull, x-cross were it's eyes and it had little pants and gloves like the old cartoons. Your mom never liked it, she said it seemed like it was dead and it creeped her out.
You never felt afraid of it, it comforted more than any person has, it was there in your worst and best moments. As if it was your first best friend, but somehow you knew it wasn't, you didnt remember how you got it either. You just know you had it since you were like 11. Once again you felt the sting of your tears in your eyes, you wanted to go back to where good things started to happen to you, you knew that life its a cycle and everything need to balance itself but you wanted to be tranquil. You hadn't felt this bad in a long time.
A feeling of emptiness, feeling like you disappointed your friends and now they doubt of you. In a sense they're in their right, one of their friends is missing and the last person to be seen with her has her throat marked up. Still it hurted you that after all these years of friendship, they turned into your chosen family and this was the first breaking point in which you felt like everything could end terribly wrong. You hugged your plushie as your tears ran down your face, slowly you drifted off.
A/N:Hey! Sorry for taking so long to upload this one, I wasnt really satisfied with the result. It's much like a filling chapter? If thats the right expression? Im working on the next but hope you can understand the character a lil nore now. As always thank you for waiting and reading!
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lucidapricity · 1 year
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Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Bangtan Boys Ensemble/Reader, Bangtan Boys Ensemble/You
Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Reader, Minor Characters, Female Reader - Character
Additional Tags: Yandere, Fallen Angels, fallen angel AU, human reader, Fallen Angel Namjoon | RM, Fallen Angel Seokjin | Jin, Fallen Angel Min Yoongi | Suga, Fallen Angel Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Fallen Angel Park Jimin (BTS), Fallen Angel Kim Taehyung | V, Fallen Angel Jeon Jungkook, Smut, Slow Burn, Stalking, Graphic Description, Unhealthy Relationships, idk how long this will be, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Possessive Behavior, Possessive BTS, Yandere BTS/Reader, Yandere Bangtan Boys | BTS, Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality, Sexual Tension, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Threats, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Minor Character Death
Summary:
You believed that you lead a normal life, caution was taken into everything that you’ve done and you had never involved yourself with anything too exciting. Anything that had your heart racing and your adrenaline pumping was avoided, as such things could lead to an imminent danger.
So what happens if you meet seven men? Seven men who were abnormally taller than those around them, their hair a different shade than the rest, whose eyes seem to watch your every move. Something’s not right with them, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
But you should’ve known from the start, you should’ve trusted your gut like you had always done.
Nothing has been the same since you’ve met them and nothing will ever be the same. You constantly wish that you had never had come upon the feather.
The feather that had belonged to the wings that were shaded as deeply as the color of the night.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨.
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aajjks · 9 months
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Dark Knight feeling, Die or Kill (m)
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A collaboration based on fictional iconic superhero characters, with the bts members; with a twist of obsession and desire, you won’t be able to escape, no matter how much you try, who’s going to save you from them? hint: no one.
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written by: @justanotherstarlightmonger
member: seokjin
character: silver surfer
synopsis: Kim Seokjin, the silver surfer, finds his heart of titanium swaying for the first time in millennia, for Reed Richard's prodigy apprentice, who unfortunately calls the planet his master wants to devour, home. Caught between a life long oath to an intergalactic planet devouring fog and the all encompassing obsession the surfer developed with OC, Seokjin will fight tooth and nail to have it all.
release date: [TBD]
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written by: @bighitfics
member: yoongi/suga
character: captain america
synopsis. “You’ve been asleep captain yoongi, for almost 22 years” yet I wasn’t surprised by the revelation not one bit just disappointed and perhaps a tad bit disheartened.
The only thing that came into my mind at the moment was her.
My Y/n.
The one thing in my life that kept me going.
The one stability that I had.
The girl who believed in me when the world stranded me.
The girl I’d fight hell just to hold in my arms.
I close my eyes and all I could hear was her sweet voice sobbing and begging me to return back.
Then the crash happened and the rest is history.
The defeat and acceptance of never seeing her again for the sake of others still fresh in my memory.
Where’s she now? Still living in illsan? Does she know that I’m here….that I’ve been found? Would she be waiting like she promised?
“You’re gonna be okay?” the guy asked while I looked around the city that had so sense of familiarity still trying to find some sort of relevance to ease my mind but it was utterly useless because everything was foreign as though I’ve been transported to a different planet.
“Yeah I just…I had a date.” I answer him.
release date: [TBD]
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written by: @bahbah-bee
member: hoseok/jhope
character: Batman/Bruce Wayne.
synopsis. Billionaires don’t develop attachments. Superheroes don’t make deals with villains. This was something ingrained in Mr. Hoseok through experience. Gotham didn’t need to know the truth about Batman, and in return all the dealings of the underworld were taken care of. It didn’t matter if people got hurt, as long as justice was served. At least, that was until he met you.
release date: [TBD]
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written by: @ratherbefangirling
member: namjoon/RM.
character: black widow
synopsis. Namjoon was stolen from his birth parents by the agency. Since then he's learned many different things, lived many different lives, felt many different things. Black Monster. The best of the best. That's what everyone knows him as. Is it too much to ask that someone knows his name. Is it too much for the extraordinary to ask for the ordinary. It might be, but black monster always gets his way no matter what.
release date: [TBD]
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written by: @pynkgothicka
member: jimin
character: scarlet witch
synopsis. Jimin has kept up your fantasy-esque life up for all you can remember. So why is that idyllic life showing cracks all of a sudden?
release date: [TBD]
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written by: @bebejungkook
member: taehyung/V
character: Angel (x-men)
synopsis. To everyone in the city, Kim Taehyung is a mutant and the heir to the Kim fortune, helping keep the city safe and secure. But to you, he is your guardian Angel, saving you from harm and gifting you with wisdom. You go to him for guidance and comfort, how could he say no to his sweet and innocent little dove? His heart beats for you only and he would do anything to protect and keep you safe, after all he is your guardian angel.
release date: [TBD]
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wrïtten by: @aajjks
mëmbër: jungkook
chàracter: Spïder-Mân
synöpsïs. He wöuldn’t lêt you cräwl äwäy from him, you bëlongêd to him.
fïc téäsër: xx
rëlëäsë dätë: [TBD]
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shumidehiro · 2 years
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Innocent
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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! Kim Taehyung x Female! Reader
✂ Word Count: 1,6k+
✂ Warnings: Murder, implied violence, kidnapping, blood
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You used to think Taehyung was innocent.
With a boyish face like that, coupled with his boxy grin, anyone would share the same opinion. Sure, many people were surprised to hear his manly voice, but it just cemented their fondness for him even more. It showed them that, just like everyone else, he had a certain duality within him.
Except, the duality you found wasn’t a pleasant discovery others had loved and fawned.
There, Taehyung stood with his leg propped against the wall. A man slumped below him, and he continued to talk despite the blood that dribbled down his chin. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, nor could you see what kind of expression Taehyung was showing. All you knew was that he appeared to be the dominant figure in this one-sided conversation, and he was wearing a suit.
A suit.
You never saw Taehyung with a suit.
Not that you’d never imagined it, either, but he always wore casual clothes around you. And with such an appearance, you’d assumed he was a college student, or maybe a freelancer. Whatever it was, the sight of him clad in a black blazer was far from flattering as you’d like to believe. If anything, it merely intensified the darkness around him. It felt as if the clothes had yanked the shadows from every corner of the alleyway and swallowed him in it.
It was scary.
You never thought Taehyung was scary. He was – he should’ve been – a child trapped in a man’s body, not a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
But you learned new things every day. Just as you discovered a new shortcut to your apartment, you also discovered a new scenery that came with it.
You clasped a hand over your mouth. You were standing a good several meters away from him, initially attracted by the sound of grunting and groaning. You were hoping it was a homeless man instead of an… injured man, but fate was cruel and liked to play with its victims. Otherwise, you would’ve still attached the word ‘innocent’ to him and your eyes. And innocence never lasted long, you supposed, because the knife that slashed the person’s throat forever stained your soul like it stained the ground below him.
The silence that ensued was heavy and unrelenting, like waiting for a knock – a sign – to ensure that the monster underneath your bed wasn’t an illusion. Slowly, you withdrew with the quietude and timidity of a mouse, trying not to slip or trip on anything. Your friend once lamented that the universe liked to conspire against someone during desperate times, and when you felt cold metal on the back of your head, you knew it was true.
“Move.”
It was a gruff voice. Not Taehyung’s, luckily, but your luck ran out as soon as the man nudged you towards him. Your hands trembled in the air, as if they could protect you from the bullet. Taehyung had turned towards you, and only now did you realize that the coldness of the bullet couldn’t possibly be compared to his gaze. His eyes were bottomless pools, and if you looked at them long enough, perhaps you’d see the souls screaming back at you. Maybe it was better than the silence of the void. Maybe it wasn’t at all. At the very least, the void didn’t look like a black hell – so red with blood it became black – that threatened to drag you down with its gooey hands.
You were still alive.
But for how long?
“I found her watching you.” the man intoned. “Should I get rid of her?”
Taehyung continued to stare at you. You could barely read him during normal days due to his ever-changing moods, but now he seemed inscrutable. Unapproachable. Untouchable. He was as distant as the stars above, but if you were to try and reach out to him, you’d surely die.
Still, if today was truly your last day on Earth, then you’d die with an answer on your hands.
“... Who are you, Taehyung?”
Taehyung said nothing at first. That is, until he finally released a puff of white smoke from his mouth.
“I’m me.”
What a definite yet enigmatic answer. Who was he talking about, anyway? Was it his true self? Was it his other mask? Or was it one of his many sides?
But Taehyung seemed to have noticed the gears turning on your head and whirled around, waving his gloved hand carelessly.
“Knock her out.”
The hit was swift yet painful. You might not have plunged into that black hell, but it didn’t mean the void was any less scary. You floated in the realm of unconsciousness for hours.
Or was it days?
You didn’t remember, couldn’t remember. Your head was throbbing madly by the time you fluttered your eyes open. The bed was more comfortable than anything else you’d ever slept on, and you realized a second too late that your bed had never been this comfortable.
“You’re awake.”
Gasping, you whipped your head towards the speaker and discerned Taehyung sitting on a chair at the bedside. He was still wearing the suit that you dreaded to see now, because it was too black and his eyes were too black and hell was too black. You recoiled slightly, gripping the white cover that concealed your – thankfully – clothed body. Even a beggar would have more power than you if you were unconscious.
“T-Taehyung, what…?” You glanced around the room somewhat frantically. This wasn’t your room. This was too lavish, too spacious, and too outlandish. “Where am I?”
“This is my room.”
“Wha– why?! Why am I here?!”
“Isn’t it obvious? You know too much.” Taehyung intoned, looking up through his lashes. “I can’t have you running around unsupervised now, can I?”
Memories of an alleyway, a murder, and a wolf in sheep’s clothing rushed into your brain. You groaned and clutched your head, hoping that everything was just one big nightmare and you were actually lying on your cold, hard bed.
But the man beside you was real, and his concern for you was real too.
“Here, drink this.”
You eyed the glass warily. What if it was poisoned? How could you trust a murderer? And, most of all, how could you trust a kidnapper? It was understandable – natural, even – to check if there was a wounded person in their neighborhood, especially when they kept moaning in pain. Had you been in their position, you’d appreciate any kind of help too.
Then again, what was natural for you, wasn’t natural for him.
“There’s no need for me to poison you when I could’ve just left your body in that alleyway.”
You flinched at his bluntness. There were times when he said some questionable things, like wanting to gouge the eyes of the pervert who leered at you once, but you’d assumed it was a product of his chaotic mind. And maybe, just maybe, his humor had always been secretly dark. Your friendship had just blossomed, after all, spurred by his courage to approach you, a mere stranger, in a particularly busy café. So, it’d only make sense for him to hide some things from you.
But had you known that he was a shady guy all along, you wouldn’t have allowed him to sit down at your table and struck up a conversation with you.
Regardless, you silently accepted the water and downed the whole content. It tasted heavenly on your parched throat, in exchange for a sharper clarity of the predicament you were in. You gulped and hugged the glass close to your chest nervously. No matter how fragile it seemed, glass was always a good choice of weapon. Just because Taehyung was calm didn’t mean he was harmless. There was always something wrong when a normally chatty person suddenly went silent.
“… What do you want?”
“Hm?”
“What do you want from me?”
“You know what I want.” He leaned forward, his hand slithering to ease your grip on the glass. He tugged on it until you finally released it. “I want your obedience.”
“And if I don’t do as you say, you’re going to kill me?”
Taehyung cocked his head, trying to gauge your future reactions.
“I love you. I’ve been watching you for a while now, but you never seem to notice it. Not much, anyway.” He reached out to stroke your cheek, but when you instinctively recoiled from his touch, he yanked your chin towards him instead. “Your life is precious to me, but others? They’re disposable.”
You gaped. Never once did you expect a confession from one of the most handsome men in your life, and what a twisted confession it was. You would’ve thought he didn’t have any filter on, but you knew better.
He was threatening you.
And he was right. It was unnerving how he always seemed to know where you were and forced himself into your mundane activities. But you’d assumed it was simply nervousness due to being in an open space to maintain your sanity. Hysteria wouldn’t pay the bills, after all.
“You said that, and yet, you still keep me here. You’re afraid of being caught, aren’t you?”
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not scared of the police. I just don’t want to deal with another paperwork. I have lots of it on my desk.”
You stiffened. Of course, he had the money and influence to avoid the authority, and even bribe them. Why did you think it was a good idea to taunt him? Someone as powerful as him feared no man.
“So, you’re just going to keep me here? Forever?”
Your voice trembled, and it seemed to soften him somewhat. At least enough for you to see the normal Taehyung through the cracks of his emotionless mien. The old Taehyung. Your Taehyung.
“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry, okay? It’s not like I’m going to hurt you or anything.” He enveloped his wide, suffocating arms around you, forcing you to rest your head against his chest. “As long as you behave, I promise I’ll give you anything you want and need. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
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wifebread · 9 months
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Obsessed | Pt.11
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Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character
Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.
Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.
word count: 871
I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.
a/n: Hey guys🤡
Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.
source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11
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“What if he knows about your connection?”
The next day, Percy’s grandma did not leave the stove until lunch, fussing in the kitchen all the time, preparing for the "date" of her granddaughter and the most eligible guy.
Namjoon was not only good-looking, he also had his own business in the city, but was it legal?
Percy had been thinking all night about what this guy looked like. Various thoughts crept into her head:
"If he is sane and with a pleasant appearance, then I will go out with him. If he’s not like Yoongi, then..."
Percy shook her head, trying to figure out why she remembered and compared Namjoon to him.
She fell asleep only in the morning.
***
“You should at least choose a dress, not these pants with a hoodie.” grandma wailed. “Your groom will come in 20 minutes, and you’re walking around in stained robes.”
“Gran, first of all, he’s not my groom,” Percy began, massaging her closed eyes.  “Secondly, he will just come over, that's all.”  Percy added, spreading her hands.
“And then you'll go on a date.”
“Since you don't know and can't hide anything from you…” the girl began with a sigh. “I already have a boyfriend,” Percy said.
“I knew it!”  The woman exclaimed, but her joy quickly disappeared when she remembered Namjoon. “But you should take a closer look at the guy. He is a kind and wealthy man.”  She winked.
From these words, Percy sometimes wants to pick up the phone, dial Yoongi and say: "Take me out of this madhouse."
***
There was a knock on the door and Percy's grandmother immediately rushed to open it, while the girl walked slowly to her.
“Hello,” holding in his hands a bouquet of scarlet roses, of which there were at least a hundred, the guy said. "Percy, I suppose?"  The girl nodded, awkwardly clutching the edge of her sweatshirt. "This is for you," Namjoon added as he walked into the hallway.
“Thank you,” the girl looked at the flowers and smiled, trying to mask her disgust.
"I can't stand roses," she thought, closing her eyes for a moment. "He spent a good deal of money in vain. The flowers will wither tomorrow," Percy thought with a chuckle.
"Please come to the table," Grandma Percy said, letting the guy into the kitchen. “Give me the flowers, honey, I'll put them in a vase. Take care of our guest.”
Percy smiled doomily.
"Finita la commedia" Percy thought, but still headed for the kitchen.
Namjoon was right behind her.
"Do you drink tea with sugar?" taking out the mugs, the girl asked.
Namjoon sat down on one of the chairs and looked around the room.
“Two spoons, possible.”  Percy nodded, starting to pour the tea and taking out the tea brew. “Do you want to take a walk after tea?"
Percy paused for a moment.
“Why not,” the girl replied calmly, carrying the mugs and putting them on the table. “I’m terribly bored at home.”
The guy laughed.
“Yes, it happens. It's so when you live with old people. Or they ask all sorts of questions. I've heard an earful about you from my grandparents.”  The girl looked up at Namjoon in surprise. “About how wonderful you are.”  Percy rolled her eyes, smiling.
“You were blatantly lied to,” she replied, taking a sip of tea. “An ordinary girl.”
“Well, I wouldn't say that. Very unusual indeed. Beautiful, courteous, decent.”
“I almost believed it. Okay, enough about me. Tell me about yourself.
“It seems to me that my grandmother has already done it for me.”
“Yeah…” Percy grinned.
***
The couple finished their tea and, having cleared the table, went for a walk.
Namjoon took Percy to different neighborhoods that she hadn't even known about before.
And so, when they came to an open area in a field where tall grass grew, the guy offered to lie down on it and talk.
"You liked me," the guy said complacently, leaning his head on his hands.
“What?”  Percy was astonished. “Wait a minute, I didn't say that. Actually, I have a boyfriend. I wanted to tell you about it earlier, but you talked me down.
Namjoon was silent for a couple of minutes, looking at the sky.
"I know you have a boyfriend” he blurted out, breaking the silence. “I even know him.”
“That's it, you became tangled in your lies. I was ready to believe anything but that.”
“Percy, Yoongi and I have known each other since childhood, our friendship has been going on for a fucking long time. And he couldn't help… but tell me about you.”
The girl froze for a moment. How does he know him?  It’s all about shady deals, not about friendship.
“Are you bullshitting me?”  Percy asked, squinting her eyes and sitting down.
“No, it's true.”       
“Then... it's even good that it turned out that way.” the girl exhaled. “I thought I'd have to convince you that I have a boyfriend.”
Percy called him her boyfriend, but at the same time tried not to make a wry face at the same time.
“Yes, that's good.”  Namjoon said with a mysterious smile.
***
“What if, Taehyung?” Yoongi asked, knitting his brows together.
“What if he knows about your connection?”
to be continued...
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raggaraddy · 2 years
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Opportune
My Cruel Kidnapper: Chapter Seven
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Yandere! Jungkook
Summary: You see the chance to escape. Freedom is right there. But should you take it?
Trigger warnings: Imprisonment, restraints, threats, violence, kidnapping, swearing, abuse. 18+ readers only.
A/n: If you are new to this story, please go to the cover page for the chapter list and the story disclaimer. 18+ readers only.
Enjoy.  💜💜💜
Previous Chapter
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Your mind is at war. 
He shouldn't have been able to do that to you. You shouldn't have felt that kind of way- not with him. 
Laying in a whimpering, tear-soaked mess, you're in pain, filled with self-pity, and racked by guilt that you can not entirely understand. Feeling as if you are being consumed by a numb void until Jungkook comes out of the bathroom and once again, all your attention goes to him.
"Are you just going to lay in bed crying all day?" He scoffs accusedly.  Seeming frustrated, almost repulsed by your crying. 
I can't move, you ass! is what you scream at him- but only in your mind. You didn't go through all of that to derail your plans now. You need to do what you can to grit your teeth and bear it. Don't fight him. Be appeasing. Wait until an opportune moment, or until you are saved.
In place of any kind of truthful remark, you stay silent. Sighing in defeat as you sink your head deeper into the pillow. Your gaze fixated on the blank ceiling.
Coming into your eye line Jungkook jumps onto the bed, throwing his leg over your waist. While you restrain yourself enough at first, as his hand reaches up to your cheeks you can not keep yourself from bucking away. 
"You know, it's cute how you always flinch." He laughs, roughly grabbing the sides of your face to insist that you comply. 
The smug look he has fills your chest with a fit of white, hot anger. Eating you from the inside out. Does he think this is entertaining?! Is he having fun?! What if he were the one being treated like this? If he were the one who couldn't fight back? He would flinch. He would cry too! And then to mock you on top of that? He is irredeemable. You hate him so much.
His lingering touch slowly raises up, caressing along your arms, making too much-unwanted contact as he uncuffs you. When finally he climbs off your lap, you spring upright, quickly adjusting your shirt. Pulling it down as low as you can take it. Trying to ignore the cold, wet, sticky feeling that is pooled between your legs.
Sat there, consumed with a mix of visceral emotions as you rub your bruised wrists, the one you can feel the most is anxiety. You're obsessed with every move he's making, anticipating anything he might do. Every single thing he has done so far has been nightmare-ish. And you can't shake the fear that it is only going to keep getting worse.
Flinching again, you yelp softly in reaction to him throwing something at you. Harmlessly landing on the bed, though, is a pair of boy-cut shorts. 
"You want to wear them?" He points to the underwear.
It takes a second for your mind to race through what he said, what the possible negative ramifications might be, and what to say back. You're so traumatised that even a simple gesture has you second-guessing everything. You decide on nothing as a response and waste no time getting off his bed and putting on the additional clothing. They're too big, they sit like bicycle shorts on you. But for the first time in days, you feel somewhat protected. 
It feels strangely wonderful. You never would have expected how consequential underwear or pants were until you were in this very specific, very vulnerable situation.
He's standing in front of you dressed in grey sweat pants and a loose white tee. His hair is still wet from his shower, and it's even darker because of it. It's spiked up at strange angles from his hand running through it. He's watching you again with that zoned-out stare that he has. Making you shift uncomfortably. Looking in any other direction to avoid making eye contact.
"I just realized I haven't fed you yet." He gasps. "You must be starving." You can see his thoughts trail off and a smirk creeps it's way onto his face. "Well, I haven't fed you food anyway," he blurts out under his breath, his smirk turning to a full smile, verging on a laugh. 
What a pig. 
Holding his hand out he turns to the door, but steps further towards you, motioning for you to take his offer. "Com'on, I'll make you something to eat." 
Now that he has finally mentioned food you're realizing that you haven't eaten in 2 and a half days. You are starving, but with everything else that has been going on, food has been the last thing on your mind. Even now, you feel more queasy than hungry.
Reluctantly you accept his hand, gnawing the inside of your cheek to try to curtail your disgusted expression. Despite your subtle attempts to wriggle out of his grip, he doesn't let go until he sits you down at the kitchen bench.  
Observing him cook, smelling the onions, ham, and mushrooms sizzling in the pan you're nearly salivating. Never would you have thought a simple omelette could look so appetizing.  
The moment he sets the plate in front of you, however, something distant catches your eye. On the other side of the kitchen, just out of your reach is an unattended chef's knife. Jungkook has sat down at the far end of the bench to your right. There is nothing between it and you at this moment. 
Your mind starts working a hundred miles a minute. With where he is sitting he could never reach you before you were able to get to it.
This is too golden of a chance to pass it up. But you can't simply lunge for it. If you miss or knock it onto the floor he'll surely realize what you're trying, and you'll be without the knife to protect yourself.
Fear of missing such a perfect shot makes your heart start to beat in your ears. You can't screw this up!
Planning your moves you accidentally get food on your hand. You lick it clean, but fake and mime as if there is an excess amount of stickiness left. Standing up without a word, you walk as paced as possible to the other side of the benchtop, hoping he thinks you are just going to the sink. Hoping that your sub-par acting stops Jungkook from being suspicious.
And he isn't. He doesn't bat an eye. He doesn't even seem to be paying any attention.
This is your chance!
Snatching the knife, you hold it at arm's length in Jungkook's direction. Tightly clenching it between your two palms. Standing strong and braced. But he doesn't react. He's hardly moved. Only his elbow is lifted up resting on the bench. Looking at you with lacklustre disbelief, his mouth hanging slightly ajar. His expression looking to ask you wouldn't be that stupid, would you?
Disregarding you, he returns to his breakfast. Completely unphased. 
Uncertainty hits you like an oncoming truck.
You're already shaking with terror, but his lack of reaction is causing an emotion in you that is so intense and raw that you have to stifle the urge to be sick. 
"Hey!" You shriek, "Don't look away from me! You- unless you want to be stabbed you should- you need to put your hands down. On the table. Put them flat." Mentally you berate yourself for sounding so unfocused and weak. This isn't the tone you wanted to take. 
Unbothered, Jungkook looks up again. A small, closed mouth smile telling you how unintimidating he finds you. It's infuriating because it means that he's not taking you seriously. As if he doesn't see the weapon in your hands. As if he thinks you're not capable of hurting him.
Straightening up you take a half-step forward. Small cracks click from your stiff back as you try to appear taller and more confident. 
"Now!" You howl, using volume to further assert your authority. Hoping to god that he can't see the shake in your hands.
Restaining a laugh, he raises his hands in a playful surrender, laying them as you instructed, palms flat on the bench. Not taking his eyes off you as he does. Not even blinking. 
It's completely disorientating. 
Maybe this was a bad idea. You don't know that if it comes down to you versus him that you can beat him. Even with a weapon. You panicked when you saw it just sitting there. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. He doesn't seem worried at all. How are you supposed to beat crazy?
"Now what?" he snickers.
You just- you just have to figure out how to get out of here. You have to follow through. He must have a key to the front door. 
"Give me the keys," You demand, keeping the knife firmly in between the two of you as a source of protection. Trying to ignore his wide-eyed, unblinking stare. 
"What keys?" He teases, his voice raising. 
Oh god! Why isn't this working? Why isn't he doing what you say? 
You're starting to wheeze. This is insane. What is he going to do to you if this doesn't work? What happens if you don't get out of here? This was such a bad fucking idea! 
"Stop!" Your voice cracks. Your heavy breaths fill your words. "You know what keys I'm talking about. The ones for the front door. Give' em. Now!" 
You need to get out of here this instant. You're beyond petrified. You have to rid the doubt from your mind. You have the power. You have the knife. You're fine. I'm going to get out of here. Stay focused. You'll be safe and won't have to think about Jungkook ever again once you're free. 
He doesn't respond. Inch by inch you move around the bench until you come the end and only open space is standing between you and Jungkook. You know to stay back. You can't give him any chance to grab you. 
"Jungkook. Now!" All strength disappears and all that is left is a plead. 
"No." His casual reply makes your head spin. The ground falling out from under you. 
"What are you talking about?" You squeal. On the brink of tears. Barely able to hold yourself together let alone keep up a facade of dominance. "Give me the keys. Now! Or I'll stab you!"
You have a knife. You're finally the one in control. He's supposed to say yes not no. He's supposed to be scared.
"Go on then; stab me." He shrugs. His aloof, cold demeanour pushes you past panic and helps you focus your rage and momentarily shore your voice, giving it much needed steadiness and power.
"Listen here, you fucking lunatic. You have put me through hell, and I swear to God if you don't give me the key right now, I am going to-" he talks over you. Loudly and firmly cutting you off. 
"No, you listen you stupid bitch. Because I'm going to give you one chance, just one chance to put down your little toy and then get on your knees like a good girl." His smile becomes wide and toothy. He is revelling in this. In his threat. In your fear. "Or you can keep this up and see how all those scary things I said I could do become reality."
You're wringing the handle but for a second you almost lose your grip on the knife. You're trembling. Your knees are weak. It feels as if you could collapse with just a tap. A replaying of every horrid, terrifying thing he has threatened begins to flit through your head. And for a split instant, you have the thought to do what he says. To throw down the knife, drop to your knees, and beg his forgiveness. Beg him not to hurt you. To not kill you.
But you can't. You see the cruelty in his eye. The sparkle of enjoyment. You don't trust that he won't hurt you. And you know that should he keep his word and not retaliate, this psycho doesn't think some of what he has done is harming you. Even in the best-case scenario where he gives you full amnesty, he is still going to force himself on you again. He's still going to tie you down again. To touch you again. And given time he is still going to hit you again. And surely he will end up killing you.
And once this opportunity is gone, he will certainly be even more careful going forward.
No. It's now or never. You have to get out. You just have to! 
"Jungkook," Your voice is uncontrollably coming out as a hushed, timid whisper. "Please just give me the keys." you plead again.
His eyes are boring their malicious nature into yours. Reading you. Giving you the chance to rethink your answer and cave to his demands. But you don't accept.  
"Fine." He states. His icy calm sends a shiver down your neck. Slowly he slips his hand into his pants pocket keeping his palm open and in view the whole time, showing you exactly what he is doing. He pulls out a bundle of keys that are all looped together, holding them in his forefinger and thumb. Crassly he sets them on the bench and slides them over to you.
This is it!
A ripple of excitement and fear attacks you as you snatch them up. Seizing the keys to your freedom.
In a thoughtless reaction, you stumble back, preparing to bolt to the front door, but catch yourself. You need to make sure Jungkook can't follow you. You have to be smart.
"Stand!" You bark. To your disdain, that goddamned smirk has returned to his face. But thankfully he does as you say. "Move," You point to the far door in the kitchen. The one that leads down the hallway into the dungeon-like room.
He follows your instruction slowly. Too slowly. You're planted firmly and buzzing with impatience but you don't follow after him until he reaches the first door, keeping a sufficient distance between you two. He opens the door and takes a step down the dark hallway, turning over his shoulder to look back at you.
"Go." You demand, deathly strangling the handle.
After what feels like an eternity filled with time that could allow for everything to go wrong, he, at last, opens the door at the end of the hallway giving you a final cold glance. 
You're so close to crumbling. You haven't breathed the whole time. This needs to be over. 
Belatedly the door closes and you sprint down the hall after him, twisting the lock shut. A heavy clunk sealing him in. 
You did it!
He's trapped. You're free!
With all of your pent up energy you turn and bolt down the hallway into the light. Into the kitchen. Skidding the corner, your run past the bench tossing the knife into the sink making your hands free to properly handle the keys. 
Through the living room into the entrance hall, you don't stop running and instead come to a halt as you make contact with the door. Slowing just enough to not hurt yourself. 
Thumbing through the bundle, you're trying to find the most logical choice for which key could fit the lock. They all are mostly the same. Plain, silver, metal keys. But you choose the first that has a slight defining notch in it and place it to the lock. However, your hand is shaking so much that you are unable to insert it.
Scolding yourself, you chant a mantra to calm down. Breath. Calm. You're about to be free. Just breath.  
Steadying your grip you attempt again. You place the key and it fits, but it doesn't turn. 
That's okay, there are half-a-dozen here. One of them will work.
You take the next key and try it in both directions. It doesn't work. Then you try the next key and that one doesn't turn either. One by one you go through 5 more and not one of them opens. All of them are useless!
Every minuscule piece of restraint that you gathered together goes up in flames. Hysteria sends your chest into a wild rattling and you nearly collapse to the floor. Your body surges with an ache, every time your heart beats.
They don't work? How could they not work?!
Think calmly. Rationally. Please Y/n keep it together.
It's fine. They have to open something. They have to. There has to be a back door or a window. These keys will open something. And the worst-case scenario, if the keys don't work on any lock, you have Jungkook trapped. He isn't going anywhere. You have time to break a window or find a phone. 
Your phone! 
You can't believe it's taken you this long to think of it.  You had your phone in your backpack and you know your backpack came here with you because you were wearing it when he pulled you into the car. 
If you can find your backpack, you can find your phone and you can call the police. 
You have no idea where it is, but you have time to look. 
From the entrance hall, there are 6 possible directions. The front door, the small bedroom, the downstairs bathroom, the stairs, and the hall to the living room. The 6th door is one you have never seen past.  
Opening it, it leads you into the laundry. You nearly scream in elation as you find a heavy wooden door with a small window at head height. It's a door outside! 
You turn the knob and predictably find no easy escape. Cycling through the keys again your heart sinks just that little further as none of them work to your advantage. Frustration fills you to the brim and you scream in anger, slamming your fists over and over, beating anything you can make contact with. 
Why can't you just get out of here?!
Using that frustration you run in search throughout the remainder of the house, looking for any signs of your phone. Your sights first set on his room. You tear through his belongings. Ripping the room to shreds hoping to find your bag, or more keys, or anything. But after several minutes of scouring, left hot and sweating and panting, you have nothing to show for it but a sea of mess surrounding you. Y/n think. He isn't going to leave it anywhere you could find it. He's not that stupid. You're getting caught up and not thinking straight. Trying to find your phone is not the way to go. You need to focus on getting out of here first. There has to be a window behind that heavy curtain in the living room and a heavy chair should be able to do enough damage to get you free. 
Calm down and think logically.
You take a step towards the door and your body crashes into the carpet. Your knees are too unstable to hold you. Your mind is swallowed by fear. You just can't believe that you're not out yet. It's been nearly 10 minutes. You were supposed to be free by now! No stuck wandering your prison!
What if Jungkook breaks the door down? What if he catches you? Oh, God! What would he do to you?
You're driving yourself crazy with these thoughts. Get free Y/n. Find a window and get free. 
Burling down the stairs, your legs can hardly keep up with your momentum. In your head, you're picturing the broken open window you are about to create. You just need to throw the heavy black material to the side. Hell, one of these keys may even work on that back door. 
You're going to get out.
No sooner than your foot touches the bottom step you see something incomprehensible. 
Your body slams to a halt like you've hit a brick wall.
Jungkook. 
No! How?! Your head is rampant with so many intrusive thoughts that you can't make a steady idea.  
He's leaning against the hall entrance, his thick arms folded. Eyeing you with a haunting malevolence that you thought you'd never have to see again.  
"How?" Is all you can manage. Your restraint breaking, a flood of tears letting loose down your cheeks. 
Uncrossing his arms in a showy display, he lets you see a small black key in his palm. A boisterous laugh accompanying your wide-eyed despair. 
Your vision is blurry, your ears are ringing. Oh God, please, someone save me. 
There isn't any other choice but to run. You're so beyond fucked, the only hope you have is to hide and pray his anger subsides. 
Quickly scanning around the room, you make the fast decision to retreat up the stairs. His bedroom was unsuccessful last time, but if you can drag the chest of draws in front of the door, that might barricade the room well enough. Or you can try the second upstairs bedroom. You know the window is too high from up there, but maybe you will be able to attract attention from anyone nearby if you scream loud enough. That room has a chair you can use to block the door. You just have to move fast. 
Your darting look gives away your intentions. Seeing Jungkook notice your mental plan, you don't waste any time reacting. Stretching your legs as far as they will go, forcing as much power into them as possible, you bolt.
As you move so does Jungkook. But you're closer to the stairs than him. You're certain that you'll make it. 
Just when your foot connects with the bottom step a painful large chunk of your loose hair is caught. Instantly yanking you back, pulling you off the stairs onto the floor.
Drawn up through your hair, Jungkook hoists you onto your feet. Gasping in pain, you're unable to vocalize anything more. Hanging limply as he lifts you to the point of extension that your tiptoes just touch the floor. 
You want to thrash and kick and fight. But you can't. You've no control over your body anymore.  A fear-induced disconnect is separating your limbs from your mind. All you can manage is to limply push against his chest, trying to shove him away.
His dark, horrid chuckle fills your ringing ears and with his free hand he holds up the black key and demonstratively puts it in his pocket. Slowly, he lowers his face to yours, breaking past your barricading hands at his chest. His mouth resting just above your ear.
"You're going to wish you did what I told you."
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The Fanclub: chapter one
↪︎ Yandere! BTS
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↪︎You're enrolled in a new school, complete with new rules, new faces, and new enemies. If only you hadn't run into him. If only you hadn't met them. Too bad, they've been chasing you since the start.
Warnings: yandere themes, injuries, language
Words: 3.5k
Finally! This one's pretty short, but the next chapters should be longer. Very excited to actually be posting it though haha, finally finally! Will edit later too
You burst the door open, ignoring the alarmed looks from the nurses around you, heavy pants leaving your mouth as you finally allow yourself to catch your breath. “Beomgyu!”
He sits on the hospital bed, propped up. His leg is lifted up in a cast, there are bandages everywhere, bruises littered in the few patches of skin you can still see. He’s got a black eye, a bust lip, about every injury you could imagine. But he still smiles wide when he sees you, chuckling slightly. “Did you run all the way here just for me? Aww, you love me!”
“Dick.” You huff, still catching your breath. “I ran all the way here for you, and that’s how you greet me? You’re lucky I do love you.”
Beomgyu laughs again, and you do your best to ignore the way his smile curls down after each laugh, the way his eyes scrunch up into a wince. You can tell he’s trying to hide it, as if it doesn’t already look bad enough. You can’t believe this happened.
You grab a chair, dragging it along the floor to sit beside his bed. You’re not risking sitting on the bed, the movement will, likely, only worsen his injuries. “So? Tell me what happened, and who I need to put in a bodybag. Unless you’ve already handled that, of course.”
He nods, cocky, “You know me, I’ve already called my guys on him. Got him stuffed in a trunk and ready to go.” Your laugh is momentary. “I’d say you should see the other guy, but I’m afraid I’m the other guy in this case, don’t think he got more than a scratch on his face, honestly. Though, you’ll be proud of me! I didn’t pick this fight. It was all him.”
You frown, resting a hand on his. It’s colder than usual, it’s scary. You swallow. “So why’d he mess you up so badly? What on earth could’ve offended him so much that he felt the need to put you in hospital? I’m worried, Beomgyu, what kind of places are you going that people will do this kind of thing unprovoked?”
The smile finally falls off his face. You notice his eyes remain the same- his smiles before were faked, you knew that, you did, but it still pains you to see the proof of it.
Beomgyu reaches his hand over yours to comfort you, it’s funny, he’s the one in pain, he’s the one injured, and yet he’s comforting you.
“I swear, I was in a nice area, delivering to a real fancy apartment, but I ran into this guy on the way. He was mad that I was in his way, or something, and I did try to just apologise and go, but he wouldn’t have it. He started mocking me, he threw the delivery- and, that got to me, I guess. Then we started fighting and…he won…as you can see.” He glances down miserably.
“Okay. It’s not your fault at all then, this rests entirely on the piece of shit that took whatever problems he was having out on you. We’ll file a report, get him punished for this.” You sigh, “People like that, they think they can get away with things like this just because they’re-”
“Rich?” A new voice comes from the doorway.
You notice Beomgyu tense up, and whirl around with fury. This is the asshole who hurt him, who beat him senseless, no apparent reason at all. He looks rich, the school uniform is one you vaguely recognise. Not that he’s wearing it properly. He seems to have taken the liberty of adding his own jumper, and shoes you’ve seen people gush over online- branded, well above what you could afford.
And the most striking thing about him: his hair is purple. You know full well your school wouldn’t allow that, and you had thought private schools were strict on uniforms too. Maybe not. Or, maybe he just ignores them. Along with ignoring basic human decency.
“A common misconception.” he smirks, the movement lifeless. Yet, it adds something to his otherwise statue-like face, handsome, for sure, but blank. Now it’s cocky, looking rather punchable. “It’s actually the connections I have that assure me I’ll get away with this, but I suppose they’re because of the money, you know- ah, no, you wouldn’t, would you?”
“Shut up.” You growl out, furious. It’s no wonder Beomgyu eventually gave in to starting a fight. You’re just itching to slap the smirk off of his face.
“Mm, exactly what I was going to say to you, darling. I’m here to talk with him.” He waves a little at Beomgyu, clearly teasing. You hate it, you hate him. You step in front of him, doing your best to block his view. You’re not letting him anywhere near your friend. He huffs, annoyed. “Fine. Since your little guard dog here is so aggressive, I’ll just say it. I’m pressing charges.”
You shriek, outraged, “For what?!”
The guy laughs, “For assault, obviously. Look, I’ve been hurt.” He points to a tiny scratch on the side of his face, you hadn’t even noticed it before.
“He’s the one in the hospital! Look at him! You’re pressing charges for assault for that little paper cut on your face, we might as well press charges for murder!”
He finally makes eye contact with you, his eyes are just as lifeless as the rest of him. But the smug tone in his voice is all you can hear, all you can sense. “Darling, what’s your name? I’m feeling a little intimidated.” His cocky smile says he’s anything but intimidated. “I just need to know so I can mention you in my report as well.”
You don’t falter, matching his cocky grin, “Y/n L/n. Be sure to send them my way, so I can explain what really happened. Now, your name, you know, for our own report?”
“Kim Seokjin. Though, darling, I don't think mentioning my name will help you the way you think it will.” He laughs a little, “Be sure to let me know how it goes.”
“I’m going to ruin your life, I swear.” You growl out.
He laughs again, “Not if I ruin yours first. We’ll see who wins, shall we? I see your friend isn’t ready to talk yet, but so long as he’s got his energy back for his confession, it should be okay. I’ll see you both in court.”
You sanrl, “I’ll gladly go to court if it means I’ve rid the world of a guy like you.”
Seokjin turns and leaves with another mocking wave, not even bothering to acknowledge your comment. You wish that meant it had affected him, but you’re not so hopeful.
“Y/n…”
You turn back to Beomgyu, allowing your anger to dissipate, if only for his sake. You know that scared him- what’s more terrifying than the very man who put you in such a state coming back, when you’re completely vulnerable?
“Don’t.” You speak softly, hoping you get your message across nonetheless.
He shakes his head, “No, I have to. Now you’re involved in this, and he’s after you too. I…I’m really sorry. You shouldn't have to stand up for me like that, and-”
“I shouldn’t have to, you’re right. Because people like him shouldn’t exist. Things like this shouldn’t happen. What does he mean, he’s going to report you? That’s bullshit! No way he’ll win that one, no matter how many connections he has.”
“Still, I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, slipping back onto the seat you had before. “I would do the same thing again, every time. Don’t apologise for him. But let’s forget about that now! I came here to cheer you up, so, let’s see what’s on TV? I’m thinking a trashy reality show is perfect right now.”
He plays along, “The very best this room has to offer.”
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By the time you get home you’re fairly certain you’ve managed to cheer Beomgyu up. He has to stay in hospital, which worries you, but you’ve brought some clothes and as much as you could to entertain him. You also managed to hassle the nurses enough that they promised to keep an eye on visitors to his room; you don’t want another incident. Especially if you can’t be there.
When you walk in you find your parents gathered around the table. The food is ready, pot placed on the side. But they sit almost deathly still. It’s an unnerving image.
It’s when they turn to you, faces tense, that you suspect something really might be wrong. The greeting falls limp from your lips.
“Y/n, sit down.” Your dad starts. Something is very, very wrong here.
You do so quickly, looking between the pair for some kind of a clue as to what’s going on.
“We got a call earlier,” You mom says, voice strained, like it’s difficult for her to say. You’re worried, so worried. “From your school, and…you’ve been expelled.”
You cry, “What?!”
“We were shocked too, I’m sure you can imagine.” Your dad sighs. “We know the company you’ve been keeping isn’t the best influence, and maybe they aren’t model students, but we never expected you to get caught up in their behavior.”
You narrow your eyes. “Wait. What behavior is this?”
Your dad keeps talking, “There was a report of you getting into fights with students from another school, one was particularly injured, and brought this to the attention of your headmaster. They felt it best that you were punished this way.”
You laugh humorlessly, “Oh, I get it. He was quicker than I thought. Ha. I can explain this.”
“Please.” Your mom pleads, “I need to know why you did it.”
“Well, I didn’t.” You state. “Beomgyu was attacked by this guy while he was working. I went to visit him in the hospital. His condition…it’s horrible. Then, the monster that did that to him came to visit as well, he said he was going to press charges for assault- he barely had a single scratch on him. I argued with him, and I guess that pissed him off, because he threatened to press charges against me as well. And…I guess he did.”
“Do you know his name? We should file a report.” Your mom urges.
“Yeah, I was going to. Kim Seokjin.”
“Ah.” They sigh, suddenly looking defeated.
You groan, “Seriously? Just because he’s rich and powerful, doesn’t mean we can let him get away with this! Otherwise he’ll just keep ruining lives. You should’ve seen what he’s done to Beomgyu…it’s…it’s not fair.”
“Y/n, we’ll keep talking about this, okay?” Your mom smiles, it’s strained. You’re getting real sick of seeing these fake smiles. “You should get some rest, tomorrow, we’ll file a report. You’re right, we shouldn’t just give up, but honestly, I don’t think we’re going to win this one. So rest.”
You sigh, nodding slowly. You’re still going to file that report. You’re not letting him get away with it completely. You just hope it works.
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You wake up early, especially for a saturday. But today is a big day.
First, you’re going to visit Beomgyu, update him on the situation. He needs to be prepared for when Seokjin inevitably does the same to him, if he hasn’t already. And you need to share your anger with him. And to see if he’s okay.
Then, you’re going to take the first step in taking Kim Seokjin down.
“Y/n, never thought I’d see you at this hour, let alone at the weekend,” Beomgyu chuckles, putting the book down on the table beside him.
“I just love you sooo much, I’m willing to be up and about before midday.” You grin, “Never thought you were much of a morning person either, though. I was a little worried you’d still be sleeping.”
Judging by the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn't done much of that at all. You’re worried.
“No, no.” He cheers, “There’s no sleeping to be done here. They like to come in and open up the curtains bright and early- plus, it’s pretty noisy all of the time.”
“I can imagine. But, promise me you will try to get some sleep, alright? I won’t stay for too long, so make sure you at least have a nap once I’m gone.” You stare at him, forcing eye contact until he finally nods. Success. “And the food?”
“It’s not bad, just…not the best.” He shrugs slightly. “But I didn’t expect it to be. And my mom promised to bring some food for me when they visit later.”
You nod, happy to hear that. But now you have to tell him the bad news. “Just so you’re prepared when your parents come…Seokjin went through with his promise. I’ve been expelled. I’m sure he’s planning the same for you, so I just wanted to warn you.”
“Shit.” Beomgyu looks guilty again. It’s not his fault, how many times do you have to say it? “What are we gonna do?”
“Well,” you look pointedly at him, “You’re going to stay here and recover. That’s all you should be focusing on right now, relax and heal, got it? I’ll sort something out for us both, since I’ve got all this extra time on my hands now, hah.”
He’s looking guilty again. You can practically smell the guilt leaking from him.
“Stop it! It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you at all, and you shouldn't either. Ah, right, that’s the other thing I’m going to be doing.” You pause, for dramatic effect. “Taking down Kim Seokjin, and maybe any pompous friends he has too.”
Beomgyu laughs, “He shouldn't have messed with you, Y/n L/n, he’ll suffer for it now!”
“Exactly right.” You wink. “He’ll rue the day he messed with my best friend, the whole world will know of his defeat.”
“Wow, you’re starting to sound just like them.”
“You little-”
“Ah! I’m your best friend! You love me! Don’t go throwing around words like that, when we both know you don’t mean it!” He laughs uncontrollably at your expression.
When the two of you finally cease laughing, you settle into a calm silence. You take the moment to look around the room. There’s not much to it, but the view out the window isn’t too bad.
It looks out onto a small garden, where the trees are bare with the winter cold, but there’s a small speckle of flowers still growing strong. You can hear the faint sound of birdsong, too. Looking carefully, you can just about make out a small clump in one of the trees. The nest.
You smile, it’s a nice view indeed. Not something you’re going to mention now, not when he can’t walk over to see it, even if he was interested. But the birdsong is comforting, it’s peaceful. You hope Beomgyu finds it just as pleasant.
The mood is broken as your stomach rumbles, you laugh silently.
Sheepish, you stand up, “I’m going to find some food, I think I saw a cafe nearby. I’ll bring something back for you too, anything you fancy?”
“Hmm, something sweet.” He decides. “Hospital food is far too healthy for me.”
“Got it. Don’t miss me too much.”
You manage to navigate through the hospital halls pretty much flawlessly, you’re proud. The first few times you’d visited, it had been a nightmare trying to find his room, trying not to get in the way.
Finding that cafe you swear you saw right outside might be more difficult. You exit the building, eyes pinned for the logo you remember. A sunshine, bright and happy beside a building filled with the opposite.
There! You walk along to the small building, just in the distance, the bright logo calling you over. Cafe Hope. It’s nice, it’s cute, and the theme surely appeals to anyone visiting the hospital. Hope is exactly what you need right now.
You walk in, noting the soft music. It’s pleasant, but not overbearingly loud. You like it.
You join the short queue, taking the time to look around the rest of the cafe. It’s decorated with a traditional theme, most of the furniture wooden and polished, but the yellow pops out, bringing the place alive.
It’s your turn now. You point to a sandwich for yourself, and two coffees. Something sweet…one of the cupcakes catches your eye, you know Beomgyu has a real love for anything chocolate, so you get that too. The barista grabs everything for you quickly, smiling politely as you thank them.
Now, back to Beomgyu.
It’s a little harder to return while you’re carrying things, but most of the doors are automatic, thankfully. And you take extra care up the stairs with the coffees, not wanting anything to go to waste. Or to spill it on the stairs. That wouldn’t be good either.
You manage, rejoicing silently as you find yourself in the corridor you know leads to Beomgyu’s room. The walk feels shorter each time, as you get used to the layout, used to staying out of people’s way.
You freeze.
There’s voices inside the room. It could be his parents, or a doctor, but it worries you. Thoughts of Seokjin returning taunt you.
You shove the door with your back, preparing yourself to fight him off.
It’s…not Seokjin.
The man is talking with Beomgyu, who doesn’t seem uncomfortable with it, which is a good sign. You shuffle closer, setting the drinks and food down on the table. You turn your gaze to the newcomer, suspicious.
He’s got the same uniform as Seokjin did. You note, this is how it’s supposed to be worn. Clean black shoes, tie tightened neatly, shirt tucked in. But his hair is dyed grey- obviously the school has no policy on hair dye.
“What are you doing here?” You narrow your eyes at him.
The man smiles, it’s not faked, it seems genuinely friendly. Kind, even. “I’m Namjoon. I…saw what happened the other day, and I came to see how Beomgyu’s doing.”
Beomgyu speaks up, grabbing your hand carefully. “Y/n, he pulled Seokjin away. Before he could…do any more…damage.”
Namjoon’s smile falters. “Yes, I wish I’d stepped in sooner, honestly. I’m sorry I didn’t. It’s been bothering me since, so I had to come and see you.”
Beomgyu nods, smiling.
You’re less suspicious, yes, but you’re not about to let your guard down around this guy.
“I brought this for you.” You offer Beomgyu the cupcake, and he lights up, excited. “And coffee!”
“I can’t…Sorry, should’ve said, I can’t have coffee right now.” He laughs it off, awkward.
You shake your head, “No, I should’ve thought of that. Well,” You turn to Namjoon. “You’re sure you’re not in league with Seokjin?”
He chuckles, “No one is.”
You nod, approving, and hand him your extra coffee. He thanks you quietly, staring at the drink for a long moment before he finally takes a sip. Maybe he thought it would be too hot.
“So,” Namjoon speaks up again, “After the fight, Seokjin was talking about ruining lives and such, I…uh, has he done anything since?”
“He came to threaten me yesterday.” Beomgyu admits. Namjoon’s eyes widen in horror.  “Y/n was here at the time, so I…unfortunately, I got her dragged into it. He had her expelled, I’m not sure about me yet, but I bet he did the same to me. But it’s Y/n that I’m worried about. I…I’m going to be stuck here for a while longer, I won't be going to school anyway, but you…”
“I already told you to stop worrying about it.” You scold him gently. You look at Namjoon, expecting him to agree with you, but he seems occupied with something out the window.
“If you’re concerned I may have a solution.” Namjoon offers, brows furrowed, still looking out the window. “I’m the student president, so I think I might be able to get you enrolled in the school.”
“Seokjin’s school.” You hum.
“I’m afraid so.” He looks sympathetic. “But you’d have the uniform and transport, if you need it, and I promise you won’t see him around, he doesn’t really bother with lessons.”
“My parents would be a lot happier if I was back at school,”
“It’s a fancy school too, isn't it?” Beomgyu chimes in, “Y/n, they’d be even happier than before.”
You sigh, nodding, he’s right. They’d be overjoyed. “Okay, thank you, Namjoon.”
He chokes on his coffee suddenly, spluttering. “Excuse me.”
“But, you can get both of us in right? Once Beomgyu’s better?”
Namjoon pauses, looking up at the both of you. He smiles, “Of course. Once he’s better.”
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