#yandere bts x yn

[bestaez]

Strangers (Chapter Ten)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 6.7k

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence against women, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.

The day stretched on for what felt like hours but in reality was only about two before the sun had finally begun to set. The weather had been so weird, bright and sunny despite the dark clouds looming in the background. Something told you that the storm you sensed coming previously was finally about to arrive - just in time, too.

You had stared out the window of the hotel as Nayeon paced on the floor in front of the bed. She had been mumbling things here and there, reaching for her phone a few times before ultimately changing her mind. She didn’t like to be out of control of the situation, that much you could tell. You had never seen your best friend so stressed - not even during exam week - and you have to admit you didn’t like it. She had always been so sure of herself for as long as you had known her. If anything, this just emphasized the seriousness of the situation.

You’re sure you probably looked too blasé about the situation, a blank expression on your face as you rested your head on your knees. The truth was you just felt numb, having gone through so many emotions these past days already. This past month had taken a tremendous toll on you, the lack of sleep and stress finally catching up to you. You had no idea what the outcome would be after tonight but you found it hard to care. Jail almost sounded better than whatever awaited you both at the residence, but you weren’t exactly ready to go running to the police station right now anyway. Besides, you didn’t want to find out what Namjoon would do if you went against his wishes.

“Fuck it, I’m calling them.” Nayeon finally broke, picking her phone up off the bed and swiping at it.

“Who?”

“Who do you think?”

“You can’t... you heard what he said.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, eyes fixed on the swirly patterns of the comforter.

“So what, we just go in there completely defenseless? This feels like a trap.” She argued, but you noticed that she had stopped typing as she stared at you. “What if he’s lying and Jihoon’s already gone? Do you think they killed him?”

“I don’t know.” Her face crumbled a bit, forehead creasing in worry. “I think I have an idea, though. It might be risky but it feels like the safest option. Give me my phone.”

She handed it to you wordlessly, watching as you searched for a number. It only took you a few seconds before the message was sent and you pocketed the device. She raised her eyebrows at you, “Well?”

“I met this detective a little while ago who had been looking into the case of a missing woman that used to live at the residence. I didn’t say who or where it was but I figured sending that picture would at least raise some suspicion. Plus, it’s more discreet than just calling the cops.”

“Do you think it will work?”

“No clue but at least now someone else knows.” Glancing back at the darkening sky, you sighed as you moved to stand up. “We should get going.”

“Are you sure?” You had never seen Nayeon look so unsure of anything. This was a beast she didn’t know how to defeat.

“What other choice do we have?”

*****

The storm had descended upon you fast, rain making it hard to see for the taxi driver as he weaved through the streets. You and Nayeon sat in the backseat completely silent, your driver seeming to pick up on the mood as he didn’t bother to make small talk. When you finally arrived at your destination, you could only stare up at the distorted view of the residence. You didn’t think you would be back here so soon and the feeling upon seeing it was difficult to pinpoint.

Nayeon scooted over and gave you a little shove, signaling for you to get out. You opened the door and were instantly flooded with wet droplets, the sound of them hitting the pavement canceling out any other noise. You didn’t turn to see if she had followed you, running into the building for cover.

Once the both of you had made it inside, you looked down to see how utterly drenched your clothes were despite only being outside for a few seconds. The fabric stuck to your body uncomfortably and you pulled your shirt away from your skin to air it out as best you could.

Making for the stairs, a strange sense of deja vu came over you to when you had brought Jihoon here. You didn’t even want to look at Nayeon’s face, scared to see her signature judgemental look upon seeing your residence for the first time. In your peripheral vision, you could see her wide eyes checking out the place cautiously. She remained silent next to you, seemingly on high alert.

The hallway was empty and upon checking the front receptionist window, so was Jimin’s room. You led Nayeon down the hall slowly, her hand gripping your arm as you both watched each closed door you passed for any movement. For some reason, you stopped at your old room - curious to see if anything had been done to it.

You both entered the room, doing a quick perimeter check despite how small the room was. You felt like you could never keep your back facing one direction for too long and Nayeon seemed to have the same sentiments.

“How do we know they’re even here?” As if to answer her question, a heavy thud caused the both of you to jump and turn around to see a tennis ball bouncing down the hallway. The silence, as well as your thundering heartbeat, was deafening.

You didn’t know what to do. The reality of the situation was hitting you that you were back in this place and the result was suffocating. It was like some time away from this place had given you perspective and now that you were here again, you saw it all in a different light. Everything that happened in this past month suddenly hit you with a new meaning.

Soomi’s obvious distaste for this place and then her abrupt departure. The missing woman Detective Lee had been looking for. That feeling like you were always being watched ever since you moved in here. And now, Jihoon’s kidnapping. It all clicked into place and you couldn’t help feeling like a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone had warned you - your mother, the man on the bus, even Soomi - that the one thing you should be scared of most was strangers. You never knew how spot on they were until now. Ever since you had move into this city, you had witnessed a true evil that you had never seen before. And standing here in Eden Residence, you really felt like you were in Hell.

Moving quickly, you shut the door and locked it. You slowly stepped away from it, as if it would burst off the hinges at any loud noise. Nayeon was watching you with wide eyes from where she sat on the bed, gaze flitting back and forth between you and the door.

“What are you-”

“Shhh.”

The two of you waited, ears tuned for any possible sound. It felt like ages before you finally heard something. Footsteps, but it was hard to tell where they were coming from. Your eyes were trained on the small amount of light seeping under the closed door, feeling your body tense up as a shadow passed by. Whoever it was either didn’t know you were in here or wasn’t concerned with your presence at all.

When the footsteps seemed to be retreating, Nayeon heaved out a sigh as if bored with the situation. She opened her mouth to say something, when another loud thump interrupted the tense silence. You stood there, paralyzed with fear, as the door shook each time something collided with it on the other side. Nayeon shrieked, moving to stand next to you as the two of you watched what looked like an axe start to break through the dark wood of your bedroom door.

Your heart was hammering so fast you briefly wondered if this is what a heart attack felt like, just in time for your youngest roommate’s face to appear in the small opening they had just created. “Noona, you came back!”

You don’t know how to respond, especially when you look over to see the mix of confusion and fear on Nayeon’s face. The two of you could only stand there pressed against each other as a hand reached in and unlocked the door from the outside. Finally, the door swings open to reveal Seokjin, Jungkook, and Yoongi’s smug faces.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Seokjin chided teasingly, a small smirk on his face as the other two snicker quietly.

“The only one who’s hiding is that crazy asshole! Tell him to come out here and show himself,” Nayeon snapped, her loud volume causing you to flinch involuntarily.

“What do you mean? He’s right here,” True to Yoongi’s word, Namjoon popped his head in the doorway next to the others. You tensed up at his arrival, backing further into the desk behind you.

“Oh, don’t look so scared, YN. Tonight’s supposed to be a joyous occasion.” Namjoon smiled, stepping in and reaching a hand out. Both you and Nayeon stared at him like he was crazy, which he was, but he wasn’t deterred. “Come on, don’t you want to see Jihoon?”

At that, Nayeon broke away from your embrace and met him head-on. Despite the obvious height difference between them, she stood her ground and looked as menacing as possible. The sight reminded you of when Soomi tried to confront Taehyung and it gave you an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Your fingers gripped her wet shirt, pulling her back a bit. Namjoon’s eyes followed the action, watching you curiously. You felt as if you were getting between two wild animals that wanted to fight. “Nay, let’s just go.”

“This is crazy. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.” Nayeon shakes her head but relents, throwing her hands up in defeat.

The two of you follow him out of the room, eyeing your other roommates warily as they smile at you. Yoongi and Seokjin take the lead, walking towards the stairs as Namjoon ushers you to walk ahead. Shivering uncomfortably, you glance behind you to see Jungkook and Namjoon bringing up the back of the group, their dark gazes already trained on you.

As you ascend the stairs to the mysterious upper floor, you feel a strange sense of satisfaction come over you as you realize there was something going on up here. If only you had followed your intuition back then, maybe you wouldn’t be in the position you are now.

Yoongi and Seokjin push past the plastic curtains, holding them open for the rest of you to step through. You don’t know what you expected to see up here but the sight still surprised you. The interior was much like the rest of the building, but just like Jimin had explained when you first moved in, the walls and floors were terribly burned. You could see in some places where the renovations had just barely started, a few walls with large openings in them to inspect the damage, but it still seemed unsafe to be in this area of the building.

They continued to lead you down the hallway, your suspicion and paranoia rising the longer they dragged this out. You could tell Nayeon was getting frustrated too, her pinched brow and narrowed eyes taking in the surroundings. Finally, they brought you to a room that must have been larger than any of the others. It was a big, open space that reminded you a bit of an empty warehouse with its lack of furniture.

This room, much like all the others on this floor, was poorly-lit and made it a bit hard to make anything out. There was a bright, almost industrial-like light coming from further into the room but was obscured by more clear curtains. It honestly felt like you were on the set of a horror movie.

“Okay, what the fuck is this,” Nayeon snaps, crossing her arms over her chest and rearing back to look at the men leading you into what felt like a trap. It was stupid, you knew it was stupid and yet, here you were.

Before anyone could respond, a pained groan sounded from somewhere in the room. You all turned to where the light was coming from, a tense silence filling the air. You didn’t hesitate to breeze through the curtains, Nayeon hot on your tail. What you saw caused you to freeze in your tracks and bump into her figure behind you.

Even though you had seen him already from the picture, nothing could have prepared you for it in person. You almost didn’t recognize him like this, especially not after seeing him the night before when he was completely fine. The last time you had seen him you screamed at him to leave you alone and then this happens? First Jiwan and now Jihoon, you must have had some kind of strong karma going for you.

“Oh my god, Jihoon,” Nayeon cried, her voice a startling whisper next to you. You just felt numb as you looked from him to her, tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.

Taehyung ventured out from somewhere else in the room, joining Namjoon and Seokjin where they stood by what looked like medical cabinets off to the side. Your gaze swept around the room, suddenly noticing the make-shift dentist’s office that had been set up back here. Jihoon was sitting in the patient’s chair, his arms and legs bound with thick rope.

You barely caught the subtle nod Namjoon gave to the men behind you before Yoongi suddenly seized Nayeon and lifted her up. She screamed in protest, kicking harshly at one of his shins causing him to hiss in pain.

Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to immediately gasp and begin to struggle. You felt a nose nuzzle into your neck, sniffing deeply, “It’s okay, noona. We won’t hurt you.”

Jungkook softly deposited you in another type of patient chair - this one more upright so you could face them all more evenly. Your body went stiff as you watched Yoongi do the same with Nayeon, her arms and legs bound as well. She spewed curses at them and you could only sit there, feeling powerless. This all felt like a bad dream. How could any of it be real?

“What do you want?” You dared to ask, your gaze meeting Namjoon’s unwavering one.

“You.” It felt as if someone had knocked the air from you just from the one simple word.

“Truthfully, I had meant for this process to go a lot smoother. I’m- well, we are all pretty good at playing the long game. It’s certainly not the first time,” Namjoon cracked a grin at that, earning a few chuckles around the room. “We had never meant to target your friends, knowing what that would do to you. It got to the point where we had no choice but to involve them. And when we learned what they were doing behind your back, we didn’t feel so bad anymore.”

The sound of Jihoon’s grunt caused your attention to snap back to where he was, now noticing how Taehyung and Yoongi were now hovering over him. Taehyung smiled at you, seemingly innocent if it weren’t for the hand laying on Jihoon’s knee applying pressure.

“Leave him alone!”

“Jin.”

At Namjoon’s cue, the elder male was quick to produce a roll of duct tape from somewhere, ripping a piece and spreading it on Nayeon’s lips before she could even realize what was happening. It worked, mostly, as you could now only hear her muffled grumbling behind the tape. You thought they would let it go so you were shocked to see Namjoon take quick strides over to her, calculated hand reaching up and smacking her across the face. She sat there, stunned, with her head turned to the side and breathing heavily.

When Namjoon seemed satisfied with her compliance, he spoke again, “As I was saying, we were willing to wait for you, YN. Because we knew you were special. You see the world differently, just like us.”

“I’m not- I don’t kidnap and murder people.”

“Maybe not. But that rage you feel inside you? The one that made you snap on your co-worker like that? It’s the exact same thing we all feel all the time.” Namjoon spoke clearly, stepping closer to you until he was only a few feet away. “You see, YN, we’ve all come from rough beginnings. I’m sure you’ve already gathered how some of us grew up together because we didn’t have a family or a place to call home. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we only had each other and that was all we really needed. No one else mattered.”

The longer Namjoon talked, the more you felt crazy for not noticing it sooner. He was insane.

“No one took care of us so we quickly decided that we would take care of them. We don’t just murder people - we remove the filth from this world and make it a better place for the rest of us. Which is why we are taking the first step in our future together and purging you of any filth in your world.” You couldn’t even process his words before Yoongi brandished a knife from somewhere and quickly swiped at Jihoon’s throat.

Blood spurted out of his neck, adding to the mess on his clothes and chair. Nayeon’s piercing screams were all you could hear, not even noticing the hands rubbing your neck and shoulders comfortingly. You couldn’t move or breathe, your eyes trained on the now lifeless figure of Jihoon. Your boyfriend, the man you had loved for most of your adult life, was dead. And it was all your fault.

Nayeon began choking from screaming and crying with her mouth covered and to your surprise, Seokjin removed the tape from her mouth to let her breathe. She coughed and spluttered, sobs wracking through her body all the same. It was strangely silent as they all waited for her to recover. Your gaze flickered around the room, observing the quiet anticipation on all their faces. You were shocked to feel someone’s knuckles wiping your cheek catching a tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen, looking up to see Jungkook smiling down at you sadly.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Yoongi spoke finally.

She lifted her head, blotchy eyes glaring at no one in particular. “You sick sons of bitches, you’re gonna-”

“Not about him,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, kicking her chair tauntingly. “We’re talking about why you visited YN today.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t remember telling the cops you knew who Jiwan’s murderer was before you came over to see her? That wasn’t you trying to get a confession out of her?” Seojin’s tone was condescending, clearly not in the mood for her bullshit.

“Wow, you guys are something else,” Nayeon laughed airily, the kind she usually did when she was bluffing. Her face was red, too, but you couldn’t tell if it was just from the crying. “YN, don’t listen to them. Can’t you see how they’re trying to cut everyone out of your life?”

“Only the people that need to go.” Jungkook’s quick response caused you to jump, not expecting the youngest to join in.

“We already knew you were a bad friend but when we heard how you tried to incriminate YN, we realized you weren’t a friend at all. In fact, after talking to our dearly departed over here, we soon realized you two have had this secret affair going since your college days. Isn’t that right?”

It felt like your world was crumbling before you. Your boyfriend was dead and now you were finding out your best friend had never actually been real with you. Neither of them had actually cared for you. How could they care when they were sneaking around behind your back? Thinking back on all the times you had spent with them looking like a fool made you feel sick.

“They’re lying, YN. We never-” Her voice sounded strained like she was trying to keep it together, red eyes pleading with yours desperately.

She looked at you like you were the only one who could save her but you had no idea how - you were just as helpless here as she was. Nayeon was most likely going to die here and you didn’t think you could do a thing to stop it. You almost suspected they would kill you as well once they realized they couldn’t get what they wanted from you. You didn’t think you had it in you to be what they want.

Jin whipped out a knife of his own, pressing it to her arm and drawing blood. Nayeon hissed in pain as he warned darkly, “Lie again and see where it gets you.”

“Okay, okay.” She gulped, clenching her eyes for a moment to ground herself. “Yes, okay. We did it back then, too, but you have to understand, YN. It had started before we had even met you.”

“But he never wanted you as a girlfriend, did he? He wanted YN and you on the side,” Namjoon egged her on, standing between the both of you. “So you continued playing the other woman while secretly loathing YN.”

“And when you saw an opportunity to get rid of her, you jumped.” Taehyung joined in.

“No, no-” Seokjin brought the knife up to her neck, and that’s when she finally broke, “Fuck, fine! Yes. I thought maybe you’d get arrested, go to jail for a little while. I didn’t know if Jihoon would give up on you but it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“I can’t believe this,” Her lips pressed in a firm line as she stared at you fiercely. “You were really gonna let me go to jail over a guy?”

Out of nowhere, she busted out laughing. You didn’t bother to check but you’re sure everyone else in the room looked just as confused as you did. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s funny. You can’t believe someone would betray you - who would do such a thing to sweet little YN -  but I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m here in some psychopath’s evil lair all because of you!”

You stare at her stunned, as the entertained light dies on her face and what is left is only a cold, indifferent mask. In all your years knowing Nayeon, you don’t think you have ever seen such a look of hatred on her face. Not even when other girls whispered about her behind her back at school or when random guys grabbed her ass at parties. She looked like she wanted to wipe you off the planet and you couldn’t for the life of you understand why.

“I wish I’d never met you, YN. You give off these innocent vibes that draw people in and make them want to help you but deep down, you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us - maybe even more so.” She spits angrily. It was like she had been given truth serum and her most honest feelings were all flooding out, every venomous jab she spewed felt like a dagger twisting in your gut. You’re too focused on her to notice the way Jin reaches for the tape again only to be stopped by Namjoon who waves him off, watching on curiously.

“All those times when I went out of my way to help you and for what? Maybe I was just trying to ease my own conscience by helping such a pathetic loser. And then you just fucking stuck to me and it was like I couldn’t get rid of you-“

“Y-you approached me! I didn’t ask for you to come help me,” You argued back weakly, feeling defensive for some reason.

“Yeah, right. You were crying in the bathroom like some attention whore,” she sneered at you, which earned a deep growl from somewhere in the room that gave her pause. She cleared her throat awkwardly, eyes widening like she saw her life flash before her eyes, “I never knew you would attach yourself to me like that and I never could have imagined you and Jihoon would hit it off like that.”

“I had no idea you and Jihoon were together back then.”

“We weren’t,��� She admitted bitterly, causing you to frown in confusion. “We were hooking up but he said he didn’t want anything serious. He said I was too much energy for him. Then, next thing you know, you two were dating.”

It was all starting to click together now. You had unknowingly stolen Jihoon from her - although, truthfully, he never really was hers to begin with. And now, it felt like he had never been yours either. But none of it mattered now, the damage had already been done.

“But that didn’t stop him from calling me every other weekend asking for a quick hookup while you were busy studying. And when we both graduated and moved here, he was calling nonstop.” She smirked at you, something truly wicked in her eyes that you don’t know how you missed before. “I never really understood why he kept stringing you along - maybe he just felt bad for you. Well, I guess I did too, seeing as I’m the one that brought you out here.”

“And look where that got us,” she continued, shaking her head in disbelief. “The thing I can’t wrap my head around is how you of all people could cause such destruction. I mean, just what is so fucking special about you? Jihoon couldn’t let you go and now this bullshit... You’re like a virus that we can’t get rid of.”

You’re not sure if it’s her hateful speech or the deep frown on your face that does it but you could feel the energy change in the room. In the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung walking over fast with a knife in his hand and it was like something switched inside of you. Everything was a blur as commotion fell over the room, voices shouting and chairs being knocked over. There were arms trying to reach for you and bodies trying to block you but your only focus was on intercepting Taehyung. It all happened so fast your mind could barely keep up with it.

Your feet tore out of the room, thundering down the hallway as you made your way to the stairs. Racing down them as fast as possible, you could see the residence opening leading to the outside in your view. The storm was still going strong, rain hitting the ground loudly from outside the entrance.

Just as you were about to make it, a hard body appeared out of nowhere and quite literally knocked the air out of your lungs as you both collided. Long arms reached out and held you, preventing you from falling back on the stairs. You reeled backwards, chest shuddering with how fast you were breathing from running mixed with the shock of the sudden intrusion.

“Woah,” the voice said, and you blinked quickly to refocus. “Where’s the fire?”

Hoseok. You had completely forgotten him staying here amongst all the chaos these past few days. You had left him here with no warning on what these guys were like. It was lucky he was still alive.

“H-Hoseok,” you choked out, still out of breath as your hands gripped onto the ones on your shoulders. “We have to get out of here.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” His usual cheery face was frowning in concern.

“The others- they’re gonna kill,” You clenched your eyes shut as you remembered the sight of her bleeding out and screaming. “Oh god, I think they killed her.”

“Killed who? What are you talking about?” You suddenly notice the police uniform he’s wearing, confusion clouding your thoughts as you look him up and down. You’re pretty sure he never dropped that little detail, only ever telling you that he was an aspiring rapper so this must have been a major career switch.

“You’re a cop? Since when- nevermind, you can explain later. This is good, this is-” Relief flows over you as you realize you’re safe. He’s a cop, he’ll know what to do. You knew sending that text last minute was a good idea, even if coming here was crazy. “They-“

“YN,” Another voice suddenly sang out from upstairs, making your blood run cold. You didn’t want to look and see who it was but Hoseok turned your body to face Jimin standing at the top step. You barely feel a small prick in your neck amongst the shock before black dots begin to form in your view. “You weren’t leaving already, were you?”

Feeling yourself go limp, you’re almost relieved to feel thick muscles wrap around your frame and catch you before you could fall. A sweet whisper in your ear to comfort you before you go under, promising what is to come.

“We’re just getting started.”

*****

You woke up again later, in that room upstairs again but a different section of it this time seated in another dentist’s chair.  They must have done some cleaning if the scent of detergent in the room said anything. Your eyes opened and shut a few times, trying to adjust to the lights. Behind your eyelids, you still saw splotches of red, memories from before flooding back in.That was real, wasn’t it?

You moved to get up, finding it difficult to even raise your head a few inches. Your limbs felt so heavy like they were made of sand. You whimpered, trying once more to move a muscle and flopping back on the seat with a frustrated groan.

“Shh, don’t move,” A soft voice cooed, your gaze snapping over to find Jimin seated next to you with a gentle smile on his face. “You’re too weak right now, baby.”

“W-what did you do to me?” Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, making it hard to speak.

“I just gave you something to help you relax a little. It will wear off in a few hours,” He answered honestly, reaching out for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“You’re awake,” You looked up at the sound of Hoseok coming in, wiping his hands off on a rag and looking far-too casual to be here than you would have expected. “Are you feeling better?”

“You-” Your head spun as you saw Namjoon follow, his dark eyes settling on you immediately. He was still wearing his work suit and you couldn’t help but notice how pristine it looked, not an ounce of red on it. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that he was steady and skilful with his line of work. “You’re all in on this?”

“In on what?” Seokjin entered, sending you an innocent smile.

“Don’t tease her, Jin,” You don’t know how long Yoongi had been in the room, breezing through one of the curtains with a box of cleaning supplies in hand. “Yes, he’s with us, YN.”

“Sorry I had to knock you out before, YNie. I wasn’t expecting to run into you like that.” Hoseok smiled cheerfully at you, pulling a chair out in front of you and straddling the back of it. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You ignored him, turning to Namjoon. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I asked you a question, babe.” You had never heard Hoseok sound so serious before, your heart stuttering in your chest at the sound of it. Looking over at him in surprise, he shocked you again when a wide grin broke out across his face. “Although, I’ll cut you some slack. You did just come out of it.”

“When did you become a cop?” You don’t know why that was the pressing question on your mind but found that you wanted to know.

“About a year ago,” He responded coolly, leaning back in his chair and leveling you with his gaze. “The rapper gig is a side hustle, I guess you could say.”

“How can you be a cop and partake in this...?” You weren’t sure how to finish the question, hoping they would fill in the blanks for you.

“I’m kind of like a spy,” He winked at you, an amused smile stretching across his face. “I get to have fun here while also keeping tabs on what the police are up to. I make sure they don’t sniff too close around here and find out something they shouldn’t.”

“He also makes sure that no anonymous tips get sent where they shouldn’t,” Seokjin adds, giving you a pointed look.

“Detective Lee,” You whispered in shock, cringing as you realized your plan had been foiled. No one was coming to save you.

“It was a smart move, I’ll give you that.” Yoongi spoke, arms crossed as he glanced over at Seokjin. “Unfortunately, Detective Lee has been out of commission for quite some time.”

“So what is this, like a club for murderers?” You asked bitterly, looking around the room to see some of them let out a few chuckles or crack a grin in response. “Are you going to kill me next?”

The laughter stopped at that, a few of them even looked offended that you would suggest it. “Never. You’re our missing piece, YN.”

“I don’t understand,” You cried helplessly, searching around the room for at least one of them to crack but they maintained a strong front. “Why can’t you just let me go?”

“Do you remember what happened with Nayeon?” It was as if the air had been sucked from the room, somber expressions taking over their features as they all watched you carefully.

“Yes,” You answered confidently, not truly representing how you felt. It honestly had all been a blur of bodies and hands, weapons and blood. You couldn’t really make sense of it. “Taehyung went at her with a knife and I tried to stop him.”

“No.”

You were shocked to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, fixing you with a dark gaze. The sight of him made you shiver where you sat, trying not to imagine what he was capable of as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but notice how his clothes looked pretty clean too for having just murdered someone, straining to see if you could find any red on his clothes but failing. Maybe they’d changed clothes?

It was then that you looked down at your own clothes, dark red that had already seeped into the material and mostly dried. The same red had stained your hands even down to underneath your fingernails, shock coming over you as you studied them carefully. How?

“It was all you, YN.” You snapped your head up at Seokjin’s voice, his back leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looked at you with what looked like pride in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t- I wouldn’t,” You shut them down, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to replay the events in your head clearly. You had jumped out of your chair, went for Taehyung, reached for the knife, and then-

You gasped, fresh hot tears rolling down your cheeks as it finally sunk in. The look of absolute betrayal on Nayeon’s face as she looked up at you, mouth open in pain as you twisted the knife deeper.

“I tried to stop you, noona.” Jungkook sounded small from where he stepped out behind you, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “I thought you were gonna hurt one of us or even yourself.”

“I knew you had it in you from the first night we met.” You shook your head vehemently, not wanting to believe it. A hand grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to face Namjoon head on. His face was blurry before you quickly blinked away your tears.

“I’m nothing like you.”

“Hmm, still so headstrong,” Namjoon chuckled to himself, a thumb coming up to wipe a stray tear on your cheek. “You think you don’t belong with us, don’t you? You’re scared that if you stay here too long, you’ll become just like us. But the truth is, YN, you already are.”

Embarrassment flooded through you at the choked whimper that came out of you as he gave you a small, understanding smile. He stepped away, taking his warm touch with him as he went searching for something in one of the cupboards. He pulled out a leather belt of all things and what looked like a mallet.

“My job is to show people what they’re capable of when they can’t see it themselves. I see the potential in you like I saw in them. I can help you see it, too,” Namjoon explains, reaching for a few supplies that you couldn’t make out. “There’s an animalistic side to you that comes out when you’re under pressure. It’s that side that seeks out the evil in the world and destroys it. Today was the first day I got to see it in action and it was better than I could have ever imagined.”

“It’ll be like before when you were living with us. Only now, you won’t ever have to leave and we won’t have any more secrets!” Jungkook exclaimed, his bright eyes so hopeful they reminded you of a young boy.

You must have looked unconvinced because Jimin quickly amended, “Come on, it won’t be so bad. We may have had some hiccups before but we’re learning to practice better roommate etiquette now. Right, guys?” You heard an awkward cough from somewhere in the room mixed with a few snickers, your brows furrowing as you tried to decipher what he meant.

“Unless of course, you liked it-”

“Taehyung.” Your eyes flitted back and forth from Hoseok’s stern glare to Yoongi’s gaze awkwardly avoiding you before it clicked, your eyes widening in embarrassment. You had nearly forgotten that little spectacle from a few weeks ago, hoping it would never happen again.

Not missing a beat, Taehyung rolled a chair next to you, plopping down in it and leaning onto the side of the bed. He reached for your other hand that Jimin wasn’t holding, bringing up to his cheek and cradling it. “We’re gonna have so much fun, YNie. You still owe me that meal, remember?”

“This next part isn’t gonna be so fun but it has to be done so we can all be stronger together in the long run,” Namjoon explained simply, giving you a small smile that looked more like a grimace. “You’ll grow to understand and eventually, you won’t want to run away anymore.”

You didn’t have time to give them any thought before Seokjin lifted the belt to your mouth and instructed, “Bite down, sweetheart.”

You numbly did as you were told, watching in confusion Namjoon made his way to the front of the bed near your feet. You weren’t sure if your body was tensing for what was to come or if it was just the drugs but you ultimately felt powerless as they all crowded around you. It felt like time was in slow-motion as he lifted the mallet over his head and swung down on your leg hard. White hot pain exploded in your ankle, a feeling so strong you thought you were going to throw up from it. Distantly, you heard screaming before you even realized it was coming from you.

There were hands rubbing your face and hair, voices trying to comfort you but it was as if you had left your body. You shut your eyes, trying to block them out and focus on anything else but the pain. If you thought this past month was rough, you hadn’t realized what true anguish was. Laying there in unimaginable pain, completely powerless and unable to move, all you could think was that this really was Hell. And you didn’t think you would ever be able to truly escape it.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s gonna be beautiful.”

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A/N: wow i can’t believe we made it!! i'm not even sure how to leave this but i just wanted to say thank you all for sticking with me til the end. i am so grateful for all the support and every new friend i’ve made throughout writing this fic!! i hope you enjoyed this last part and pls let me know what you think :)

-hope<3

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[aajjks]

animal (m)

synopsis. His jealousy has you choking on his dick.

warnings. pösèssïve jk, crüdè lângüágè, slüt-shámïng, dègrádátïôn, orál sèx (m!rêcèïvïng), kïssïng, bïtïng, mêntïôns ôf blööd, döm!jk, möánïng, hè’s süch ä dïrty tàlkèr dàmn. mdnï ând dèèpthröátïng, ëxplïcït, yándèrè.

note. send asks? ENJOY, not edited. ❤️❤️ also on my anime, focused blog @ttodorokiii bakugou’s version of this is available because I wrote it back a year ago, so check it out and this is jks version. Let’s welcome new jk and you can send asks for him too xx

Maybe you shouldn’t have pissed him off so much.

Jungkook was a jealous man, he was territorial with you, but you’d never thought that a joke would get him so mad.

“fuck! Your slutty little mouth is a sin of its own,”

He growls, your eyes are filled with hot tears, you can’t see him clearly, your knees hurt but he’s merciless. He is shoving it deeper into your throat and you can’t do anything but to swallow.

The air supply is short, “you only suck MY dick!” He is being so cruel to you right now.

All you did was joke about sucking your friend off, while you now get was inappropriate, especially if you have a boyfriend, a very possessive boyfriend.

Jungkook loves you, very fucking much.

But he doesn’t get jokes, you love him very much too, he’s the only man you’ll ever love. you both have very opposite personalities.

But there is one big similarity between the two of you.

You both don’t watch your mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so fuckin’ good, I-I’m gonna cum..” he moans, you inhale a sharp breath, your jaw hurts, but he feels so good.

You want to make it up to him.

“Fuck fuck fuck… ‘m so close, make me cum yn.” He buries your face deeper into his crotch, by grabbing your hair and forcing it.

“My fuckin whore. Only mine.” He glance up at him, your hair is mess, your mouth is a mess and you can feel him shaking now, he’s turning into a mess too.

And you’re ready to take it.

All of him.

“Your fuckin’ pretty mouth is mine to fuck as I wish! Fuckin’ mine,” you can feel him bucking his hips, he’s close.

You feel close too.

‘M gonna fuck your mouth full, you want it, baby don’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, “mhmm..” you barely reply.

“My good ba-baby fuck take it all.”

You feel him spilling all over your face, you swallow like a good girl, you want him to forgive you and you’ll do anything.

“Ye-Yeah babe, jus’like that, fuck….” He exhales a loud moan, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Jungkook immediately picks your body up, grabbing your face by force and kissing you fiercely, his tongue is exploring every inch of your mouth.

“‘love you so much.” He moans once again into your lips, tasting himself.

“That’s the only taste that should be in your mouth.” He licks your lip and his teeth graze your lips, he bites it hard, you whine as the pain is too strong.

“How fuckin dare you say that to him?” He stops kissing you, you cry out as you watch a string of blood connecting your lips, his hands don’t give you a break though, travelling into your panties as he grabs and cups,

His fingers are cold on your burning core, your breath hitches when you feel him tease you, “he can’t fuck you though right, princess?”

“Y-Yes, koo!” You bite the inside of your cheek, he’s such a tease.

“now ‘m gonna fuck your brains out until the name you remember is mine.”

#jungkook smut #yandere bts #jjk smut #smut #yandere jjk #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jjk imagines #yandere jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #jeongguk smut #yandere x reader #yandere au #yandere male #jungkook angst #jjk angst #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn

[gguksbeloved]

TRAPPED - JJK

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you were trapped badly

you just couldn't understand where you messed up to have the Jeon jungkook obsessed with you. He was the type of guy no one wanted to mess with and you made sure to keep your distance and be practically invisible to just graduate peacefully.

oh how you wanted to laugh at that thought now

you were in your bed curled up, softly crying while clutching your phone which was blasting up with calls and texts from jungkook.

open the window pretty - 1:03 am

his text read. you closed your eyes shut tightly, a few tears escaping along the way. You knew you were playing with fire by not picking his calls up and not listening to him.

he was a monster

you still remember how he brutally beat up a guy for simply confessing to you. He almost killed him, if it wasn't for you crying and begging him to not do so.

And how could he just watch his baby cry over a stupid stupid boy?

of course he killed him.

but you don't know that.

slowly getting up from the bed you made your way towards the window and softly opened it-your phone still in your hand. Your eyes fell on the figure of jungkook leaning against his black sports car, his arms folded against his chest flexing his biceps. His eyes burning in anger looking directly at you; in contrast to his calm composure.

oh you were im trouble

you flinched when the phone in your hand started ringing and it was none other than him calling you while daring you to not pick up with his eyes.

picking up you couldn't utter a single word it was just your scared body, heavily breathing with a few tears escaping your eyes and dried up tears lingering on to your cheek, looking at him.

"you want a punishment that bad sweetheart?" his deep voice asked and you wanted nothing more than to slam the window shut and curl up in your bed praying he goes away.

"I- no" you pathetically stuttered and wished he heard you "I was asleep and didn't see your texts and calls- im sorry" you rushed to apologise after lying praying that he understands and leaves you alone.

"my baby was asleep, huh? sugar you can sleep all you want but at my place. I thought I had made myself clear"

"jungkook-" you sucked in a breath, his name tasting bitter on your tongue. how were you supposed to make him understand? "My parents won't ever allow that please"

"and you know i can make that no longer a problem"

this made your mind race at a hundred miles, what was he going to do? Was he going to-

"I'm giving you two choices, you either get your pretty little ass here or I'm gonna come up there and you know how that will end"

no no just no you felt like you could cry a river all over again, "please" you meekly let out while clutching your eyes tight

"so you want me to come get you" he nodded to himself and detached his leaned form from the car.

"no- l'm coming"

"that's like my good girl"

#always his good girl #no tag list sorry ! #jungkook yandere #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts #obsession #addiction #bts fanfic #yandere #jungkook x yn #sorrytookmesolong😭

[lilliankoo]

fav jungkook fics + recommendations!PT II

“busy bein’ yours, to fall for somebody new” ｡ﾟ･ ☆ ° ｡ PT II

^^ PART I PART III

young wolf by @junqkook

video games by @revkooks

the cost of jealousy by @jvngkoos

heartstrings by @cosmostae

the ability to fathom by @hanniwrites

euphoria by @btsydtrash

love is a game by @lleldey

the deepest marks of essence by @lleldey

denial by @girlygguk

obsesión by @thvlouvre

summer bummer, baby by @kooktrash

two point five by @bratkook

bad omega sweet omega by @helenazbmrskai

addicted by @sparklingchim

the weekend by @chryblossomjjk

deep six by @bratkook

eight year ache by @rmdently

freaky dreaky by @mercurygguk

ego season by @sparklingchim

trigger happy by @cosmostae

BAD, SAD AND MAD by @joonberriess

the hating game by @sxtaep

10 series by @deepdarkdelights

PT III very sooon! <3

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[hobisstar]

What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

[jungk0oksthighs]

Pi Gasu | Divine Sinner pt.2

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, E2L, vampire!jungkook

Word Count - 5.5k

You need money and Jungkook needs you. Warnings: swearing, mentions of terminal illness, blood, vampires, violence, threats, needles, smutty / sexual undertones, non-descriptive smut, f. masturbation

SERIES COLLECTION

This is the time of week you dread the most, a Saturday afternoon at 2PM when your mother calls from your hometown. You moved away for college, and your family couldn’t argue with that decision since you’re a full scholarship student with top grades and a promising future in Nursing. You’ve always loved helping people, so nursing seemed like the obvious career path for you to go down. And your family were nothing but supportive of that decision, until your twin brother got sick.

“How is he doing today?” You sigh, legs crossed on your modest grey fabric sofa with your phone tucked between your shoulder and chin, using your hands to stir a freshly made instant ramen pot.

“Today is a good day… He keeps asking when you’re coming home to see him.” Your mother’s voice is soft, whispered as though she doesn’t want to wake your brother Eddie. She’s probably at his bed side right now, as she usually is.

The guilt trip tugs at your heart strings but you have to be honest with your mother about your finances. You inhale, preparing for her to spark another argument. It's always the same.

“I can’t afford to come back home this month, hopefully next month if I can pick up some more shifts at the care home—”

“Y/N.” Her voice is stern and you wince on instinct alone. “You said the same thing last month. What happened to that new job offer you had?”

Ah yes. That job offer. Your stomach churns at the thought.

“It… It fell through last minute, I promise I’m trying. I want to see him too.”

“Weren’t they supposed to give you a down payment or something?” Your mom reminds you and you click your tongue, cocking your head to one side when you grab your phone. They were supposed to give you a down payment. One thousand dollars for telling the truth about your medical history.

But it’s been two weeks and you’re yet to receive it.

“Uh, yeah… I’ll chase that up actually. I’ll call again later I really have to go, give my love to Eddie please, tell him I miss him and love him more than anything.”

Your voice wavers with disappointment directed at nobody but yourself, but truthfully every phone call with your mother is a struggle. Her guilt trips, constant reminders of Eddie’s rapidly declining health, the questions, the judgments, all of it.

“Bye Y/N.” She abruptly ends the call, and you groan in frustration before chucking your phone onto the sofa.

It’s the exact same conversation every single time. You wish there was something you could do to help Eddie, ever since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness one year ago you’ve tried your absolute best to find a way to come up with money.

Money to see him. Money for his treatments. Money to help your single mother. People who say money doesn’t make the world go round are clearly the people who have it. You may be the top of your class in college but you’re broke, arguably a terrible daughter and sister, and you’re at a dead end.

You need money… Now.

Which is what leads you to unlock your phone and begrudgingly text Namjoon, no messages have been exchanged since that fateful night you were taken to, and quickly removed from Euphoria. The vampire strip club you almost worked at.

Y/N: Hey… I really need that money from my medical records check, message me when you get this. It's Y/N.

But of course, no response.

It’s a little after eight pm when you go for a walk in the city, you’re all caught up with college work and can’t possibly imagine studying any more today. A well deserved brain break is what you need, with fresh air and maybe some cola from the convenience store a few blocks over.

It’s mid-October and the weather is bleak and uninspiring. You’re a little cold because of the wind, wrapping your yellow puffer jacket round your frame and keeping your arms crossed as you walk. The sky is darkening, stars beginning to sparkle and shine which finds a way to comfort you.

It’s strange really, most women your age would never risk walking alone at night fearful of what lurks in the shadows. Be it bad humans or bad vampires. But not you, thankfully you’ve never had an issue with solitary strolls in the dark. They’re tranquil. They’re therapeutic. And as the sky starts to sprinkle the ground with the faintest hint of rain water you sigh contently.

A little slice of peace in your simultaneously overwhelming and underwhelming life.

“Can I get two cans of cola please?” You ask the elderly man behind the counter, receiving a small nod and your items in a dark blue carrier bag once you’ve paid. “Thank you.” You smile, turning in place before your body crashes into another.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” You blurt, peering up with apologetic eyes at the person you bumped. But when you realise who it is your heart stops beating. This can’t be happening right now.

“Y/N...” Jimin grins, wetting his lips before he chuckles. “You know it’s dangerous for people to be walking the streets alone at night, right? We wouldn’t want something to happen to you now, would we?”

You’re panicking, at a total loss for words when your brain tries to scramble a response. Jimin brushes past you with a smug expression, his leather jacket making contact with your arm when he does so. He asks the cashier for something you don’t quite hear – since you’re already pushing your way out the door in a hurry.

“Wait there.” Jimin’s voice is quiet and calm, as are his footsteps when he catches up to you outside the building. “Let me give you a ride.”

“It’s okay, thanks though.” You offer him a weak albeit very phoney smile, one that he doesn’t accept.

He’s shaking his head with amusement, burying his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans with a smirk. “I’m not going to hurt you Y/N, if I wanted to kill you you’d be dead already. It’s raining, you could get sick.”

“Really it’s okay I happen to like the rain—” Your words are cut short by Jimin gripping your elbow and forcibly shoving you into the passenger seat of his car parked up out front.

“Don’t forget your seat belt.” He winks before slamming the door shut. Trapping you inside.

Over the course of the past two weeks memories of Euphoria and all its staff members have become hazy to you, distant. As though none of it really happened.

But now you’re in the presence of Jimin, sitting smugly beside you as he starts the engine to a car you've sat in before. He looks just as dangerous as you remember him, his features are sharp and skin dewy. Dark hooded eyes trained to the road in front of him, sitting in complete silence until a low chuckle escapes him.

You clear your throat uncomfortably, not daring to look him in the eye, stare fixed to the collar of his black leather jacket instead, “Is something funny?”

“I’m not going to kill you.” He reiterates with a grin, rolling down his window with the push of a button. His head leans in the direction of the wind, inhaling the fresh air through flared nostrils.

“I didn’t say you was—”

“Your heart.” He turns to face you with a charming smile, wetting his lips again, “It’s racing.”

Oh. Well he’s not wrong… You are locked inside a car with a vampire, one on one. You’re not sure if you can trust him because the last time you were with him he blindsided you, if it wasn’t for Namjoon stepping in god only knows what would’ve happened.

“Sorry.” You mumble, slouching in place.

At this he laughs, rolling his eyes into the back of his skull before returning them to the streets ahead, “You’re so human.”

You can’t help but scoff, brows raised, mouth opening before giving what you say a second thought. “And you’re so vampire.” At this Jimin tuts as though he's offended, but he’s still smiling.

When you look out the window you realise you’re nowhere near your apartment, in fact you don’t recognise the surrounding area at all. It’s dark, the street lights are moving too quickly for you to focus on anything specific but you think you’re in a rural part of town. A long, long a way from home. With a vampire.

“Jimin…” You’re breathless, already fearing the worst, “I-, I don’t live around here.”

“I said I’d give you a ride, never said I was taking you home.” He hums, proud. “Boss wants to see you, and before you ask...nope. He wouldn’t tell me why. Jungkook’s not exactly the sharing type.”

Your heart stills, eyes wide and palms clammy, “J-Jungkook wants to see me?”

“Did I stutter?” Jimin snorts, turning a particularly harsh corner that has you gripping the passenger door handle tightly until your hand cramps, “That’s what I said.”

“Did you follow me just so you could take me to him?” Your voice is raised and confused. Your facial features pinched and panicked. “Have you been following me all night?!”

The driver’s expression drops into something amused, maybe even a little bored looking when the tyres of the vehicle drive over gravel – signalling your arrival. “It's cute that you thought we just happened to bump into each other. Why would I be at a convenience store? To buy a vegan meal for one?" He snorts, "We’ve had a close eye on you since the moment you left. Bosses orders.”

Your voice is merely a whisper when it rolls off your tongue, uncertainty evident in your tone. "Why? He... he didn't want me to work here so why would he want...?"

Jimin shrugs, toying with his silver bangs in his rear view mirror with a pout. "Like I said, Jungkook isn't exactly the sharing type. All I know is he wants to meet with you."

You feel violated, disgusted, kind of ashamed. How much do they know about you? About your life? Why would Jungkook order his staff to watch you if you weren’t good enough to be a donor for him in the first place? Your heart hammers in your chest, something you’re certain Jimin must’ve picked up on. It’s when you see the red neon Euphoria sign that reality comes crashing down on you. This isn’t a sick, twisted joke – this is really happening.

And it happens fast. Jimin is tugging you out of the car, not that you’re kicking and screaming in protest – no. You’re too shocked and scared to do any of that. You feel numb, very numb. Everything happens in a blur, whether Jimin intentionally rushed you through the building with his inhumane speed or you blacked out during your way upstairs you’ll never know. But you’re here, standing outside Jungkook’s office within the blink of an eye.

“Nice seeing you.” Jimin winks, knocking his ringed fingers three times on the solid oak door before he disappears quicker than you can register.

Jungkook’s voice is muffled by the door but it’s undoubtedly his. Oozing with seduction and pride, making every hair on your body stand to attention with a deadly cocktail of terror and desire when it falls on your ears.

“Come in.”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what's behind the door. When you push it open you’re greeted with heat, lots of it, pouring from the open fire that Jungkook sits in front of on one of the leather sofas.

His raven hair is damp and messy, parted in the middle just enough to reveal his hooded eyes and the dark script tattoos that lie beneath. His black silk shirt messily hangs from his body, open, revealing the most taught and toned six pack you’ve ever seen. His thick legs are spread wide, the leather pants he wears struggling not to tear as they attempt to conceal his thigh muscles. In his right inked hand he loosely grips a crystal glass half-full of a thick crimson liquid. You know exactly what that is, the slight stain it’s given his plump lips makes it all the more obvious.

Blood.

“You wanted to see me...?” You don’t dare to step over the threshold of the door, instead choosing to stay put with arms tightly crossed over your chest. You feel severely underdressed right now. Jeans, Converse, a plain white t shirt, and your bright yellow puffer jacket. It’s almost comical the way you look in comparison to… that.

Jungkook lifts his chin, averting his fierce gaze to your frame with a sinister smile. His white fangs are prominent, a not-so-gentle reminder of what he truly is. When his glossy tongue swipes over his teeth in an obnoxious display of seduction you have to peel your eyes away from him, which only seems to entice him more because now he’s chuckling to himself.

“I did.” He nods once, slowly, “Please come in.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You blurt before you can stop yourself, and he laughs, loudly at your boldness.

“If I wanted you dead you would be by now.”

You sigh, finally stepping into his office and closing the door behind you. “That’s the second time I’ve heard that tonight.” You mumble, swallowing thickly as if to battle your nerves.

When you edge closer to him you don’t miss the way the Adam’s apple in his throat bobs up and down, nor does the way his nostrils flare go a miss. He’s dragging his gaze up and down your body when you sit in front of him on the other sofa, suddenly very warm due to the roaring fire beside you.

“If you’re too hot why don’t you take your jacket off?” He suggests with a wicked smirk, can he read minds? Or is he just good at reading people? You wonder, awkwardly shifting out of your lemon coloured coat and placing it beside you with a huff.

“You know you still owe me one thousand dollars.” You don’t know where you’ve mustered the bravery from to say that, but he simply grins, gesturing to a white envelope beside him.

“I’m aware. It’s here, you can count it if you don’t trust—”

“Why am I here?” You cut him off, simply because his presence is overwhelming you. The way he looks, how he’s dressed, his scent, his smile, his ridiculously beefy body on full display. Your voice is thick with venom and laced with sarcasm, “You said yourself I don’t belong here, so why am I here?”

At this Jungkook tongues his cheek, but it does little to rid him of the impressive grin tugging the corners of his tainted lips, “I have a proposition for you.”

Your eyes widen, mouth quickly drying of any saliva, “A proposition? You mean like a job?”

“Of sorts.” His head tips to the left, exposing more of his thick neck. “I want you to work for me.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said,” He cuts you off with a raised digit and a warning stare, “And under no circumstances will you be donating to anybody else, just me.” He chuckles, watching the way you’ve turned visibly uncomfortable, “I don’t drink from the vein, you won’t be harmed. And you’ll be compensated financially of course, every time you make a donation.”

You do need the money right now, but can you trust Jungkook? Definitely not. Everything about him should have you running for the hills – he’s terrifying. But you think back to Eddie, his treatments, visiting him, supporting your mother… You’d be a fool to turn this down, no matter how morally corrupt it may be.

“Say I’m interested…” You find the strength to look into his eyes, they’re already staring right back at you intensely and he almost smiles. “How much money would I make per donation? And if you don’t drink from… I-, well how do I donate?”

His gaze doesn’t falter, fiery and fixated on you, “Five thousand dollars per donation, and just like you’d donate at the hospitals. Except you’ll be getting paid for it.” His smirk is dark and drips with desire, “I do have a few conditions though.”

At this you click your tongue to the roof of your mouth with a small nod. Five thousand dollars is a lot of money. You'll do anything. “Understandable. What are they?”

“Keep a healthy diet, no vigorous exercise on the days you donate, no drugs, no alcohol in the five days leading up to the donation...” He lists as though this is the most mundane conversation on earth, “And most importantly you need to touch yourself within an hour of donating.”

Your eyes bulge from your skull with a scoff, “I’m sorry, what was that last one?”

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come.” He repeats with a straight face, “You do touch yourself, don’t you Y/N?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business or why I’d need to—”

“I’ll take that as a yes then, shall I?” His brow quirks, the smug smile he wears both enticing and petrifying. And very salacious. “Arousal makes the blood…” He inhales through his nose, deeply, enough for his strong chest to rise and grab your attention, “Sweeter. And I imagine yours is…” He trails off to nothing, lost in thought when he licks his lips.

“Why do you want my blood in the first place?” You deflect, heat growing in each of your pressure points at the way he ogles your frame with eyes blackened by lust. “I thought I wasn’t good enough to work here.”

“On the contrary.” His pupils dilate instantly, his large free hand roughly palming his thick thigh, “The vampires who come here aren’t good enough for you.”

You’re biting your nail nervously as you digest what he’s saying, still unsure of what it means. “But—”

“You seem to have an effect on me Y/N. Something that has never happened in all of my years, and it’s not just me. The others here sense it too, the reason I don’t want you to work here is because I fear you have a similar impact on all of my kind. To put it simply you'd end up dead pretty quickly if that's the case. I’d like you to donate so I can test your blood for any anomalies, to find out why I’m… drawn to you, as it were.”

It all starts to make sense. Jimin and Namjoon’s reaction to you, Taehyung… All of them. The comments about air freshener, the opening of the car windows. How Taehyung had mentioned your smell… You’re nodding slowly as you mull over the facts. Truthfully you’re intrigued to say the least, what makes you so special? You exhale shakily, gaze flickering up and down everything the monster in front of you has to offer. Why does he have to be so damn attractive? You physically shake the crude thoughts from your mind.

“So you’re just testing my blood? You won’t even be drinking it?”

He smiles, holding up his glass as if to make a toast, “That’s right.”

You swallow, “Then why… Why do you want me to touch—”

“Like I said… It makes the blood sweeter.”

“But you said you won’t be drinking—”

“You know you’re a very brave little girl picking a fight with a vampire. Are you always this argumentative?" He chuckles sinisterly, "Just do as I say and in return you’ll be paid. Do we have a deal?”

Eddie. Eddie’s medical bills. Your mother. Travel expenses.

You’re nodding gently, maybe a little hesitantly, “We do.”

At this Jungkook’s grin widens, exposing his white teeth, “Perfect. I’ll leave you to it then, shall I?” He stands, “I’ll be right outside, let me know when you’re finished.”

“Wait what?!” Your jaw drops to the floor.

He makes his way over to you, until your face is level with his leather clad crotch directly in front of you and you have to look somewhere else, somewhere that isn't his taught stomach flexing under the dim lighting. “You’re already here... it would be a waste to not donate tonight, would it not?” He’s peering down at you with a sharp profile riddled with amusement, endeared by the way you can’t physically look at him.

“I-, I’m not exactly in the mood to…”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He sighs knowingly, dropping to his knees in front of you in the blink of an eye, tattooed hands slowly spreading your thighs. “Since you’ve been staring at me all night and think I’m so damn attractive.”

You’re more affected by his touch than you anticipated, your skin is hot beneath your jeans under his palms. It doesn’t feel real, how turned on you are, how your nipples are already hardening under your bra. How your panties are already growing damp. Your mouth dry. You should be embarrassed right now, and usually you would be absolutely mortified that you’re so aroused at the slightest touch. But something about the power he has over you only entices you more.

“So you can read minds…” You breathe, innocent whisper stained with desire.

“Mmm.” He smirks, neither confirming nor denying your statement. His hands slowly slide up your thighs, until there’s no thigh left and his thumbs are dangerously close to your throbbing core. “Tell me Y/N, do you need any toys? Or can you make yourself come with these?” Suddenly your fingers are laced with his, pinned either side of your head against the back of the sofa.

You gasp, “I-, I don’t… I don’t need toys.” If you’re being honest you’d rather he be the one to push you over the edge, vampire or not he’s so fucking sexy… His hands, his tongue, his cock… You want all of it. On you, inside you, pressed against you, fucking you senseless. You’re in a daze, mind clouded with a carnal lust you've never experienced in your life.

He makes a tsk noise between his teeth that has every nerve in your body aflame, “You need to keep your thoughts to yourself little girl. Before someone gets hurt.” His eyes are black, boring into the depths of your soul for what feels like a life time until he snaps away from you, somehow already standing by the door. “Take as long as you need, I’ll be out here.”

In one incredible display of self-restraint Jungkook calmly closes the door behind him before frantically covering his nose and mouth with his palms. Chest heaving up and down with every ragged breath he takes, throat burning, yearning for your body and blood. He can’t think straight, your scent is clouding every single one of his senses. He’s never known anything like it before, he even made sure he fed before your arrival – but still it wasn’t enough.

Things could’ve escalated into something sinister if he hadn’t stopped himself when he did. The way you looked at him, the things you thought of him, the way your thighs tensed and then melted under his touch, welcoming him.

He’s never had sex with a human before, not since he turned all those years ago, because he knows he’d lose control and kill them in an instant. That and because up until he saw you no human was even worth the risk of execution. He could fuck as many vampires and witches as he wanted, why waste his time on a fragile little human?

He presses his back to the door, attempting to slow his breathing. If his heart still worked he’s certain it would be racing right now. He has to find out why he’s so affected by you, your presence, your smell, your body… He wants all of you, every inch of skin, every piece of arousal, every drop of blood.

A frustrated sigh leaves him, even through the oak door your thoughts are so fucking loud. Thinking of him while you touch yourself, imagining it was his fingers inside you instead of your own. This was a bad idea, it’s taking everything in him not to smash the door down and rush to your side right now.

A soft moan through the wood makes his balls hurt. Not pulse, not tighten, no they hurt. His cock longing to plunge itself deep into your sopping pussy. His fangs itching to plunge straight into your jugular. He’s a total wreck and he despises it, usually he’s calm and collected, but more to the point he’s always in control. But with you around? An impossible feat. A louder noise, maybe a whimper, has him pulling the hairs at his scalp. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out for, but he needs your blood to be at its best.

From the other side of the wooden door you’re panting, mouth wide open as you ride out your high on the leather sofa. Did you really just fuck yourself to an orgasm in front of a roaring fireplace in a vampire’s den? Yes. And you feel better for it, most of the tension has lifted from your body and you can finally think straight again. Five thousand dollars is a lot of money, money you desperately need for your family. And getting paid for an orgasm doesn’t seem too undesirable. While a part of you feels cheap and dirty, things could always be a lot worse.

As soon as you’re dressed you head over to where Jungkook is, shyly opening the door.

“I’m-, I've-, it’s done.” You can’t look him in the eye, nor does he give you the option because he remains with his broad back to you when he speaks.

“Good. I’ll go get the supplies.”

It’s twenty minutes later when you’re giving your first donation, the needle stung a little when it pierced your vein but Jungkook was careful and surprisingly gentle with the preparation. As a Nursing student you know that what he's doing is medically correct at least.

You watch blood drain from your arm and into long test tubes, ten to be exact. After the final one you start to feel woozy and lightheaded, sinking further back into the sofa with heavy eyelids.

“We’re done. Are you okay?” He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. The fact he’s taking your donation himself instead of asking someone else to doesn’t go unnoticed. You can’t help but wonder if this is difficult for him, but judging by his tight set jaw and heavy breathing you already know the answer.

“I’m fine.” You nod lazily, noting the bandage already sitting neatly in the ditch of your elbow. “Are you okay?”

At this he frowns, his features intense and brooding when he looks you dead in the eye, “What do you mean?” He looks a surprised, maybe a little shocked, and you question if anybody has ever asked him such a basic, such a human question before.

“The blood. Doesn’t it do something to you?” You half-smile, well aware of the fact he’s biologically programmed to kill you any second now. You’re weak, defenceless, and truthfully you wouldn’t put up much of a fight knowing the outcome would be your death regardless. “I learned about vampires in high school, I know that once you smell blood—”

“You don’t know a single thing about me.” He snaps, voice oozing threat, “Like I said… If I wanted you dead—”

“You would’ve done it by now.” You can’t help but chuckle, every part of you knows you should be terrified right now, and maybe in the depths of your being you are. But part of you takes his word at face value. The fact of the matter is you’re unharmed, just like he said.

Jungkook smirks, shoving your blood samples into the back pocket of his leather trousers, “Exactly. I’ll drive you home, you’ll recover more comfortably in your own space.”

Your brow quirks, “What about Jimin?”

The low possessive rumble in his chest is undeniable, as is the flicker of disgust in his hooded eyes. “I’m not going to risk leaving you with another vampire when you’ve just-, when you smell… like that.” He swallows, turning away from you completely.

Your cheeks flush when you realise what he means, “O-okay…”

It's after a painful car journey to your apartment building and back that Jungkook finds himself in one of the dark VIP rooms back at Euphoria, some nameless woman in lingerie gyrating and grinding against his spread thighs.

Her physique glows under the devilish lighting, flaunting her curves and crevice’s and emphasising her bright smile. While his gaze is fixed to hers and he and visibly looks as though he’s enjoying her private dance, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

It’s nothing but an experiment to him, she’s one of his few human dancers at the club and her presence doesn’t affect him in the slightest. He can’t even remember her name any more. When he watches her he feels… nothing. No desire to hunt, no desire to kill, to kiss, to fuck, to feed from. Nothing. All he can think about is you.

That’s what leads him back to his office not even thirty minutes later, popping open one of the test tubes filled with your blood. His eyes glow red and frame with dark bruising and veins immediately, fangs extending at least an inch longer than his other teeth, nostrils flaring when he inhales the scent of your donation. It’s the sweetest, most addicting thing he’s ever encountered in his entire existence.

“Fuck.” He growls, cock already straining against his leather pants and chest heaving up and down in sync with his heavy breaths. Without giving a second thought he knocks back the vile as though it’s a shot of alcohol, groaning in pleasure after he swallows, scrambling to find the other tubes because he wants more. He needs more. Just as he expected, you're the best thing he's ever tasted. From the moment you met he knew you were his new obsession.

And unbeknownst to you, there are no tests.

Just thirst.

x

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Betrayal : drabble

Jimin x reader

(Slightly yandere)

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You knew it was a bad idea going back to Jimin but his is the first name that pops into your mind when your friends ditch you.

You shouldn't have been surprised.

You had helped prepare for your friends boyfriend's gift along with your other friends. So why did they get a birthday treat and not you.

You had come across the post on social media and felt the tears escape before you knew it. Were you such an easy use and throw.

Why couldn't you become a person who'd use and throw. People were so ungrateful and uncaring and you felt so dumb.

Jimin too had seemed nice until he'd said something that threw you off. Still sometimes people said stupid things you needed to learn to take everything with a grain of salt.

When Jimin spots you, happiness spreads across his limbs. That is until he notices your swollen eyes.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks choosing to sit close to you.

"I feel terrible. I .." You stop.

"Sweetheart Did someone do something?"

You explain your situation. He listens attentively.

"Sweetie no. They're dumb for ignoring such a precious person." He says.

You feel better having him by your side.

He orders your favourite dessert.

"Do you like this too? It's my favourite." You tell him.

He smiles at you, his eye smile melting your heart.

"I have an idea." He says.

"What?" You ask.

"Post a picture with me. That way they'll know they're not the only ones you have."

Inside Jimin is pleased. Your friends made it too easy for him.

He didn't even have to get his hands dirty.

What a shame. Since he liked getting them dirty.

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Run | Yandere!Jungkook Story

Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x Reader Story Keywords: yandere, angst Warnings: yandere jk, kidnapping, mania. Word count: less than 1.000 Masterlist She was scared of him. He was scared of this. In reality, there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there?

Yn's eyes wandered around her surroundings. It’s been a long time since she was outside, even longer since she was out of Seoul so it was only natural for her to want to seize every opportunity to bring a feast to her senses. She heard Jungkook talking but she couldn’t focus enough to make out the words. She didn’t care to anyway.

“You know, I-” she murmured, forgetting her tongue and not paying attention to the man’s confused expression or tone of voice while he called behind her as she started walking away from the car.

Walking around the hood of the vehicle took Jungkook no longer than two seconds. However, that short moment was enough for Yn to pick up her pace and start sprinting. She ran as fast as she could, hungrily breathing in the night’s cold air through her parted lips. A wide smile crept shamelessly onto her pale face as she started to feel pain in the lower part of her stomach.

Her feet carried her down the empty street. She ran through multiple puddles, not leaving visible marks behind herself on the already wet concrete. She loved the rain. It made the city go empty in seconds. It also made it shine beautifully at night as the multiple lights reflected in the soaked surfaces and falling raindrops.

The sound of her water-filled shoes over the hard surface of the road wasn’t accompanied solely by her interrupted panting. Heavy thuds of Jungkook’s boots echoed through the city. Suddenly his strong arms tightened around her waist like the deadliest python, bringing her to a stop.

Jungkook turned her in his grasp, making her face him but as he did so his fear and anger were overshadowed by deep confusion. In addition to having his ears be met with the sweet sound of Yn’s laughter, looking at her he noticed she was smiling. Sincerely. And laughing sincerely too.

Instead of trying to free herself from his embrace, as he anticipated her to do, she tightened her hands on the material of his t-shirt pulling it down to make him do the same. Within nanoseconds, he felt her lips crash into his. He felt her smile through the kiss. He felt the excitement, the spontaneity. It sent a jolt of indescribable energy through his entire body.

Jungkook chased her lips as she pulled away, giggling. She looked into his eyes with such love, happiness and hope. He couldn’t help but reciprocate the cheerful expression. As soon as even as much as a shadow of a smile started to appear on his face Yn pulled on his shirt again, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. The sensation of her breath against his skin made Jungkook’s stomach erupt with butterflies as if it was the first time. And to an extent it was as it was probably the very first time she did so willingly, wanting to merely be close to him without any ulterior motive.

“Come on,” she said breathily, pushing on his chest but the man didn’t budge. “What?” she asked, looking into his eyes and still smiling despite seeing his expression turn from happy to a mix of angry and worried at the speed of light. “Come on,” she repeated, wiggling in his embrace to rest her hands on his hips. “Run with me,” she proposed, snaking her arms from his sides and up his back.

In the tiny window of Jungkook’s face softening alongside his grip, Yn saw her opportunity. She took a step back, pulling the man by the waistband of his jeans and as he reached one of his arms to get a hold of her wrists she grabbed onto his hand. She pulled onto it simultaneously taking steps down the street, laughing loud and encouraging the man in front of her to do the same as he tried to stop her, struggling to pull her waist close to his own frame.

“Come on,” she exclaimed excitedly, stumping backwards down the empty road. “Come on, Kook,” she laughed, seeing the confusion and fear clouding his gaze.

It made her think of how fragile people are. She was scared of him. He was scared of this. In reality, there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there?

With an excited yelp, she tugged hard on his hand making him stumble over his feet. Taking advantage of the moment she intertwined her fingers with his and started running.

Jungkook didn’t know how to react to this strange behaviour. Yn pulled on his hand, making his fingers ache as she ran through the neighbourhood. She laughed and called for him to run faster with every other step. So he did. He picked up his pace to match hers and they ran hand in hand all the way to the end of the street.

Yn grabbed onto the safety railing separating the pavement from the beach. She leaned forward, struggling to catch her breath through the laughs.

“Yn-”

“Shhh,” she whispered, interrupting him before he could even get a word in. “Just hold me. In silence. Please,” she asked, looking at the raging sea.

Jungkook obeyed her wishes, snaking his arms around her from the back and pulling her into his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and she placed her hands over his that rested on her stomach, caging her in and for the first time, it didn’t feel for her like an actual cage or prison. It was a cage of love and care, an embrace. She couldn’t escape it. Not just yet at least.

He didn’t know how long they stood there but he couldn’t care less. That was what she wanted, what she needed and if it made her crave his touch he wasn’t going to argue.

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THE BEST BOY- I

Pairing: yandere student!Taehyung × teacher!reader

Genre: smut, yandere, fluff, angst, romance.

Warnings: obsession, yandere themes, student tae fantasizing about teacher reader, blood, m!masturbation, cumming in boxers, humping the pillow, whiney subtae? (More TBA in chapters ahead)

Wc: around 2k

Summary: taehyung has mommy issues and gets attached to his psychology teacher. His attachment soon turns into an unhealthy obsession leading to a series of events.

A/n: this is something v different from what I write. Writing subby bts was kinda hard, it took me some time to figure out characters. I do not condone any sort of unhealthy relationships, it's just a part of my fiction. Like, reblong and comment to show some love <3 it's kinda unedited :) lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag list.

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You were an amazing teacher, making you the most popular professor on the campus. Your pretty face was just the icing on the cake. Students were often amazed by your teaching methodologies. Your dedication to your profession was appreciable.

Kim Taehyung- the shy backbencher, stayed away from all the social banters. College was like a living hell for him, his worst nightmare. But one thing motivated him to attend the college that was your daily lecture on clinical psychology. The way you made those complex topics seem easier, the way you tried to maximize the participation of all the students and insisted the students research more about the subject mesmerized Taehyung.

As for you, you chose this subject to understand and analyze yourself. Your optimistic approach toward all your students was a major go for them. Well, that was not all. The way you dressed, the teasing low neck you wore to the campus, unaware of the effect it had on the male students as well as the professors. You tried to go with the trend, that's all.

Taehyung hissed lowly when he saw you that morning, your silky smooth hair was tied in a bun while a few stray strands framed your face perfectly. Your glasses sat low on your nose as you walked through the campus, busy scrolling through your phone. Your almond-shaped eyes focused on the screen, but Taehyung, all he could do was wonder what it would feel like to stroke your face, how would your golden-brown skin feel under his fingertips. He adored the rosy blush that coated your cheeks and also the cute mole you had on your philtrum.

"Hey weirdo," Jay laughed at Taehyung, who was pushed down by a couple of other raucous lads.

"Stop troubling me," Taehyung made a feeble attempt to sound harsh.

"Jay, better back off!" You seethed and boy, did he smirk at you?

"Only for you," he left Taehyung to fall back down before making a beeline for the canteen, where you were sure he'd hit on some girl and try to fuck her.

Jay was tall, almost 6'2. His tatted arms were turn-ons for girls, but not for you. He was your least favourite student. You preferred good buoys with gentlemanly behaviour. So, during the last prom when Jay shamelessly walked up to you, hit on you and tried to get in your pants you slapped him across the face and told him to kindly fuck off.

"Come on Y/n, I swear I'll make you feel so good," his speech was slurred, a result of his non-stop alcohol consumption.

"If you any ounce of shame left, kindly fuck off, Jay. I'm your teacher." You reasoned before continuing, "what even made you think I'll sleep with you, huh?"

He could see your nostrils flaring as you balled your fist in an attempt to control your rage. If anything, it riled up Jay. He yanked your wrist and pulled you closer and you lost it. You smacked his chest grabbing everyone's attention.

"I said stop!" Your eyebrows stitched in the middle of your forehead while the veins on your neck were prominent. You swiftly turned on your heels and stomped towards the exit door unbeknownst to the figure following you.

You carefully sat on the concrete bench in the campus park. Very upset from the recent incident, you wanted some time alone for yourself. 'Did I lead on him by any chance?' You thought to yourself. You weren't disgusted by yourself. It was natural. You were young, barely 26. You maintained yourself well and stayed up to the mark. It was not unusual for a guy to ask you out. But Jay, he should have shown some respect and some shame, which you wondered if he had any left.

Taehyung observed you, observed all your minute details. Kneeling on the ground, behind the bushes was a very pleasant idea but he'd do anything for you. Watching you upset saddened him. A pout formed on his face as he pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and stood up. He could feel the blood rushing down to his feet, and let out a painful groan.

You stirred from the 'thoughty train' when you heard the noise. Suddenly aware of the unknown presence, you stood up, alert and firm. Taehyung appeared out of the bushes, his pants soiled while a pout adorned his face. You noticed the cloth in his hand and your features softened.

"Hey champ, you waved at him."

A mere sight of you had his heart racing. The red evening gown that hugged your figure perfectly was making the blood rush to his nether region. He tugged his coat awkwardly before stepping in front of you. You giggled a bit when he staggered like a fawn learning to walk. Then when he was close to you, he cleared his throat.

"May I?" He asked pointing towards your palm that had crescent marks and blood trickling out of it.

Your eyes widened when you saw the wounds. Your breathing got heavier remembering just how you had to control your temper. "Th-this, I- I'm sorry," your voice was wavering.

Taehyung shook his head. You could see him frowning. "No ma'am, it's okay. It's not your fault," he bit his lip out of nervousness.

You gulped before hanging your head low and feeling bad for disturbing your own regime.

His big hands cupped your warm ones. The coldness of his palms almost made you flinch but he was quick to tie the cloth around your right hand.

"Thank you, Taehyung," you patted his shoulder.

"Uh, wait. The left hand?" He asked timidly.

You smiled at him, "it's okay Tae, I'll take care of it." You began walking before he called again.

"Please," he asked politely, "let me help. The medical room is not very far."

"It's okay Taehyung, you should probably go inside and enjoy the prom. I'm already feeling guilty for worrying you and occupying your time." By the time you were done speaking, he was already walking toward you and dragging you to the medical room.

Entering the room, the smell of medicine and spirit kissed your nose. You inhaled that smell greedily and felt dizzy. Instantly, he pulled the first aid kit from the top shelf and dipped the cotton in medicinal alcohol before gently pressing it over your wounds. You groaned a bit but he smoothly applied a band-aid over the wound before blowing air on it like a small kid.

You smiled, your heart warmed at his innocence and gentleness. "Taehyung, this was very kind of you. I'm sure your mother would be one lucky woman if you treat her the same," you smiled.

His face was gloomy again, eyes blinking fast to, prevent the tears from falling.

Running your hand from his shoulder to his arm, your warmth engulfed him. "What's wrong Taehyung?"

"I don't have mom," you could sense the sorrow in his voice as it trembled while speaking.

"Hey, hey-" you cupped his cheeks before brushing his hair back with your fingers, "it's okay. I'm here for you, okay? I'll help you just like you helped me. Feel free to come and talk to me anytime, alright?"

He was sure you could see the cherry red blush on the apple of his cheeks. He was trying hard to not pop a boner in the middle of having a conversation but all in vain. The way your warm hands slid down his arms made shivers run down his spine. He could see your cleavage from being so close to you.

"I- Uh, I should leave," he jerked away making you flinch.

"Taehyu—" you tried to reach out for him but he was already striding away at lightnings speed.

"I'll see you later, Y/n," he disappeared soon.

But who would you lie to? This boy had made his way into your heart. You gulped getting a grip of your emotion. "Y/n behave yourself," you half scolded yourself before getting back to the auditorium.

That night though, Taehyung had a hard time, forgetting your lingering touch the warmth of your skin, your feminine figure and your shapely hips that swayed to the sentimental slow music. Erasing the memories of that sexy red dress and your cleavage was as difficult as Olympic sport. The perkiness of your breasts got his pants tight.

Slowly his hand travelled the expanse of his abdomen, flinching when his nimble fingers made contact with his nipples. After a few seconds of panicky deliberation, he slid his hand in his shorts only to be met with his rock-hard member.

He pulled his shorts down and cupped his clothed member. Slowly stroking himself to complete hardness he hissed at the pain of being restrained. His pointer finger rubbed his slit, feeling the pre-cum stain his boxers.

"Aah— Y/n," he visualized your hand doing those dirty things to him. Boy was a masochist, loved edging himself, loved the pain he felt.

Would you indulge in these filthy play with him, he imagined. Lewd images of your round breast flooded the back of his mind as he grabbed his pillow and placed it between his thighs.

Imaging his dick between your boobs wasn't hard after he had clearly seen your cleavage today. He wondered, would it be as warm as your hands. The thoughts made him gyrate his hips, causing friction between his clothed dick and the pillow. He pulled his coat from the night table sniffing at its shoulder to get a whiff of your scent. His hips never slowed down.

"Aah– mommy," he whined as he felt more precum oozing out of the slit. He wanted to be cooped up in your arms, feel your heat, and fondle your soft boobs. All these thoughts made him thrust roughly into his pillow, his rhythm faltering.

"You would let me come on your boobies, right, Y/n?" He was a mess, his brain foggy with obscene pictures of your tits out on display while he spurts his cum on it and sees it slide down your nipples. He wanted to suck your boobs rub your cunt, and make you leak like a faucet.

"Mommy!" He screamed before giving a final thrust and cumming in his boxer. The sticky sensation made him feel filthy. The post-orgasmic guilt crawled through his skin, scraping at his insides and tugging at his chest.

"Sorry, Miss Y/n," he sniffled burying his face in his coat as tiredness knocked him out within a few minutes.

That was just the beginning...

"Are you okay, Tae?" You asked him as he swatted his pants to get rid of any dust.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He grinned at you like a fool.

"Do not skip the psychology lecture, okay?"

How could he? He'd never miss any opportunity to see you or be with you. You had been occupying every corner of his mind, his pretty Y/n.

He nodded at you before jogging towards the lecture hall.

#bts festa #bts taehyung #bts x reader #fanfics #bts fluff #cute #taetae #bts reader insert #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #your boyfriend yn #sub Taehyung #taetiseo #kim taeyoung icons #mommy issues #send me asks #yandere au #yandere

[itchelramirez]

I need help looking for a fanfic of BTS it’s was like a soulmates yandere type of vibe where BTS were all brothers and were royalty in the olden era and the mc was I think a maid for them and like one of the first to fall in love with her was Jin but she didn’t want to be with them but they all slowly started to fall for her and they go to like a healer and the healer tells them that the mc is their soulmate but from all of them Namjoon and Teahyung are the most skeptical ones and think mc is trying to trap their other brothers but they all do end up loving her and basically do what they can to keep her with them and even get rid of their parents so they can have her but this fic ends with mc tricking them to drink some poison and she escapes them. Then begins the second book or part of this storyline where BTS wake up but they are now vampires and are looking for mc since they are her soulmates but they can’t find her and wait until she is reborn basically and as they do that I believe they make vampires know because obviously they start to populate the world with vampires. Then the story starts with mc but reborn and has not idea of her past life but is interested in BTS since they were like the original vampires. The second book had like 4 chapters before I last it and can’t find it anymore. I think the first book had Emerald in the title but I’m not sure. Anyways if anyone remembers this fic and knows where I can find it thank you and please let me know I’m so curious how things ended up. Also in the first book the mc meets hobi at like a ballroom event and while mc is organizing tables she finds hobi but he is in like peasant clothes so she thinks she can talk to him and he lets her until I believe Jimin comes in and basically exposes his cover and mc now knows and doesn’t want to offend him and walks away

#bts yandere #yandere taehyung #bts #yandere au #soulmates #ot7 x yn

[bestaez]

Strangers (Chapter Nine)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 6k

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.

When Nayeon offered to book you a hotel room, you weren’t expecting her to book such a lavish place. You tried to convince her to pick a cheaper motel you wouldn't feel so guilty staying in but she wouldn’t allow it, insisting that you let her take care of you. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the money - her position paid quite a generous salary. But that wasn’t the point. She had already done so much for you and you just felt like you didn’t deserve any of it. She had waved off all your attempts, fixing you with an almost exasperated look that finally made you shut up.

It reminded me of the first night you met Nayeon, in the bathroom of one of the only college parties you had ever attended. Before you had met Jihoon, there was another guy from one of your classes that you had gotten close to. You had bonded over late night studying in the library and last-minute racing to the cafeteria before it closed. Despite your best efforts, you fell for him. When he invited you to his friend’s kickback, you were excited to spend more time with him. That was until he blew you off to have sex in his car with some random girl. The two of you weren’t exclusive by any means, but you couldn’t help but be jaded over it.

Even back then, you knew you were probably being silly for feeling jealous. But you were also just hurt that he had left you alone at a house party where you didn’t know anyone. When turning to drinking only resulted in you being even more intoxicated and sad, you had ventured off to the bathroom to let your feelings out. And that was how Nayeon had found you, sitting on the closed toilet seat with your head in your hands and tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“I can promise you he isn’t worth your tears,” She had stated, giving you a look in the mirror as she checked her makeup. When you explained your pathetic situation, she only scoffed in disbelief. She grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat and meeting your gaze fiercely. “I’m Nayeon. See, now you know one other person here.”

Nayeon had cheered you up with words of affirmations and fixed your makeup a bit. After that, she held your hand and walked you back down to where the party was. She introduced you to her friend group, which ironically included Jihoon. The two of them took you under their wing and became your closest friends throughout their college years. And now, the two of them here taking care of you in your adult years was very funny but almost meant to be.

Nayeon and Jihoon had initially planned to leave so that you could have some space but you begged them to stay. You didn’t trust your mind enough to be alone with your thoughts in a new place. Once they saw the teary look in your eyes, it wasn’t even a question. You ended up falling asleep cuddled up next to Jihoon with Nayeon sleeping in the spare bed, her back facing you. This sleepover arrangement was so strange but you allowed yourself to enjoy the familiar company for one night.

The next morning, the two of them had left in order to grab a change of clothes - both promising to return as soon as they could. You knew it was only reasonable for them to leave eventually but you couldn’t help the heavy feeling in your chest. It had been so cozy there in your little bubble.

You don’t know how long you stayed in bed like that, staring at the wall deep in thought. The sound of your phone buzzing next to you broke you out of your daze, glancing at the screen to see an incoming call from your mom. Your heart skipped a beat, paranoid thoughts that she might know what happened sneaking in. Did Jihoon or Nayeon tell her?

Your hands shook as you brought the phone to your ear, “Mom?”

“Hi honey! I was just calling to check in,” Her comforting voice came through the speaker, causing your racing heart to slow just a bit. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” You paused, trying to keep the confusion lacing your tone. “How are you?”

“Great! I wanted to thank you for sending that check.” You froze in your spot on the bed, eyes staring unblinking as she spoke. “I didn’t realize you were going to send so much. You have no idea what this will do for us.”

Whatever else she said after that went unheard by you, your mind trying to make sense of what she said. You never sent her any check. At least, you had no memory of doing so. She had only called you the other day so you hadn’t had the time to. And at this point, you weren’t sure you would even have the means to do so anymore. You didn’t know if you should tell her the truth so you just remained quiet, trying to focus on what she was saying. She was updating you on your brother’s condition, which as it seemed was improving. 

“Oh- your brother’s awake now. I’ll put him on.”

You waited and then your brother’s voice came on the line, “YN?”

“Minjun?” You hadn’t expected the tears that came flooding in at the sound of your baby brother’s voice. It was a much-needed comfort. “How are you?”

“I’m doing okay. Mom said you helped pay for my procedure. Thank you so much, sissy.”

You choked a little, not knowing if you should take credit for something you didn’t do but ultimately deciding not to let them stress over it either. “Of course, Junie. I hope you’re feeling better now.”

“Yes, I feel a lot better.” He answered, sounding strong and hopeful. “Are you liking it out there in the city? Is your job pretty cool?”

“It’s not bad and, uh, yeah my job is pretty cool.” You feel so lame lying to your brother like this but it’s not like you could tell him the truth. You didn’t know how you were even going to tell your mother.

You listened to your brother chat for a little while longer. He told you funny stories about the different roommates he had encountered during his trips to the hospital. You half-listened, half-marveled at how grown up he sounded. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. You hadn’t left home that long ago so why did they feel so far away?

After the call ended, all you could do was stare at the phone in confusion. Was it possible you sent your mother money and completely forgot about it? No, there was so way. You weren’t that out of it. So, then who did? Your first thought was maybe Jihoon or Nayeon because they had always loved your mom when they came to visit with you during your school breaks. They claimed your mom made the best naengmyeon and always begged her to make it for them. But, you don’t remember ever telling them about your family’s money problem.

Before you could stress yourself out even more, there was a knock at the door. You got up slowly, light footsteps making your way to the door as you stared at it cautiously. For some reason, you were on edge thinking about who it could be. Jihoon and Nayeon never said when they would come back, just that it would be a little while.

Just as you were leaning up to check the peephole, a deep voice sounded behind the door. “It’s me, YN.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, unlocking it to see your boyfriend’s face waiting patiently behind it. He raised his eyebrows at you playfully, waiting for you to step aside to let him in. Once you were both inside and the door was shut behind you, you felt much calmer and safer.

Jihoon wasted no time making himself at home, settling in on the foot of the bed with a bag by his feet. You took a seat next to him, muscles tense as you tried to appear relaxed next to him. But of course, he knew you too well and saw right through your act.

“Calm down, YN.” Jihoon’s shoulder bumped yours lightly. “You look so tense.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, falling backwards on the bed in a heap. “I don’t know why I just feel so paranoid.”

“Why? You know you’re safe here, right?” He turned to look at you fully, concern etched into his expression.

“Yes. That’s the problem, I’m too scared to leave.” You explained, biting your lip thoughtfully.

Jihoon sighed, leaning back he turned to give you a long look. He looked deep in thought about something, opening his mouth a few times before finally settling with, “Look-”

Another knock at the door interrupted him. He paused, looking at you before getting up to check the peephole. You already knew who it was by the way his shoulders sagged knowingly, going to unlock the door and let her in.

Nayeon came in, bright-eyed and rosy cheeked. She, too, had a bag with her that she dropped by your feet unceremoniously. She plopped down next to you on the bed, throwing an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you affectionately. “How’s my dongsaeng?

“Better, I think.” You answered as honestly as you could, palms rubbing the fabric of your pants idly. “I spoke to my mom earlier.”

“Yeah? Did you tell her what happened?” Jihoon asked curiously as he perched himself on the desk before you.

“No, definitely not. I don’t want to freak her out,” You shake your head, laughing humorlessly. “She’s been stressed enough these days. Actually, come to think of it, I know this sounds crazy but did either of you send her money recently?”

They both shook their heads at you curiously, frowns etched on their faces.

“It’s so weird. She thanked me for sending her a check but I don’t recall ever sending her one. She had asked me for one and I had been planning to, but I never got around to doing it.”

“Is it possible you did but just forgot?” Nayeon’s tone was light as she regarded you carefully.

“I don’t know.”

The three of you were silent after that, thoughts lingering over your heads that no one dared to speak out loud. You knew they were probably surveying your emotions, not wanting to say something that could possibly upset you. The fact that even Nayeon, your most outspoken friend, was quiet said something. You knew how this all must look and it all made you feel so helpless.

*****

It took some convincing but the two of them managed to get you out of the hotel room, insisting that it was important you didn’t grow dependent on staying inside. They also claimed they were starving and didn’t want to spend money on the expensive hotel room food, which you couldn’t argue with.

The walk to the restaurant wasn’t long and once inside, you found it was actually quite small and cozy. The three of you found a booth in the back, Jihoon pausing to let you slide in first as he came in next to you. Your mind was so jumbled you couldn’t even decipher the words on the menu, too distracted by all the other customers in the store. It wasn’t even that busy but every noise put you on edge. 

Jihoon had ordered something simple for you, sensing how difficult you were finding it to pick something to eat. You leaned into his shoulder and smiled thankfully, too absorbed in your boyfriend’s thoughtful actions to notice the jealous gaze on you both.

“So, YN,” Your eyes rose to find Nayeon staring at you with a curious look on her face, eyebrows raised. “What’s your plan?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest.” You threaded your fingers together, gaze averting to the tabletop nervously. “Have you heard anything?”

“Well, if you’re asking about your job, I don’t even know what to say. It doesn’t sound good, that’s for sure.” You nodded with a sigh, expecting that much. “But I haven’t heard anything about if she’s gonna press charges. Maybe if you apologized...”

“I don’t know if I can face her again.” Your hands trembled as you placed them on the table before you. Memories of your court case flooded back in and sent a cold shock to your system, having to deal with that girl and her family’s death glares was something you never wanted to experience again. “God, I’m such a mess.”

“We’ll help you get through this.” Jihoon placed his hand onto yours comfortingly, looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. The two of you held your gazes for a moment, feeling connected for the first time in a long time.

You didn’t notice the way Nayeon eyed your joined hands silently for a moment before she, too, placed her hand on yours, causing you both to look back at her. “Yes, we will.”

You found that despite life driving you apart in recent months, spending time in the presence of your two closest companions was much needed. Even if they hadn’t always been there for you before, they had shown up now without you even asking. You felt yourself relaxing into the warm bubble around them, almost forgetting how stressful your life had been up until now.

You open your mouth to thank them, freezing when your eyes fall on a figure in all-black entering the restaurant. You blink in shock, trying to see if it’s really him or just a hallucination. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were seeing things at this point but when the other two look at the entrance curiously, you know it’s real. You can’t explain the cold feeling that blooms in your chest at the sight of him. There’s just something about his presence that sets you off.

“Who is that, YN?” You can’t even respond, frozen in fear as he spots you, turning to approach the table.

“Hey stranger.” You can only gawk as Jihoon and Nayeon give you a questioning look. The newcomer appears unbothered by all the attention as he turns to look at Jihoon. “You must be the boyfriend.”

“And you are?” Jihoon raises an unimpressed eyebrow, trying to appear unfazed by the tense energy.

“Sorry, I’m being rude.” He chuckles, holding his hand out in introduction. “I’m Namjoon, YN’s roommate.”

The two of them shake hands, Namjoon looking almost too eager while Jihoon seemed apprehensive, sizing the former up where he stood. You risk a glance at Nayeon, who was too busy studying Namjoon curiously. You could tell she thought he was attractive with the way her eyes were raking up and down his form, unable to look away.

“Well, we were kind of in the middle of something-” Jihoon pulls his hand away finally, shaking his arm uncomfortably.

“Why don’t you join us?” Nayeon’s invitation shocks you all, but Namjoon eats it up as he slid in next to her with a grin. You are surprised to see her flip her hair to one side as she leans forward in her seat, gaze falling to her blouse that seemed to have more obvious cleavage than before. Had she unbuttoned her blouse that quickly?

“I’m Nayeon,” She clears her throat, bringing your roommate’s attention to her finally. He blinks as if just now taking her in. “I’m YN’s best friend.”

“Oh really?” Namjoon responds coolly, leaning back. “YN never mentioned a best friend.”

“Well that’s surprising because I’m the reason she’s here. I got her a job at my company. Well, what was her job.” Nayeon declares matter-of-factly, ignoring the deadpanned look Jihoon gives her. “I’m actually the chief-”

“Ah, that must be why you’re so full of yourself.” Your eyes widen at Namjoon’s bluntness, Jihoon snorting next to you.

“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Clearly, Nayeon was used to people praising her instead of judging her.

“You think you’re better than her because you’re some executive. If you’re in such a good position, why couldn’t you get her a real job instead of a stupid internship?” The tension was thick as you and Jihoon stared back and forth at the two bickering on the other side of the table. You felt like you weren’t even here, unable to believe any of this was happening. “And then you have the nerve to take all the credit for YN getting this position as if her own merit didn’t have anything to do with it. YN is a good person and you only put her down. You don’t deserve her.”

“How are you going to sit here and act like you know her in front of the two people who care about her the most?” Nayeon spits, rage filling her eyes. “She’s been my best friend for years-”

“You’re disgusting. Pretending like you care about her when you’re too busy fucking her boyfriend to answer her calls.”

At first, it was like you didn’t even hear it. It felt like you were in a dream and couldn’t get your ears to work or mouth to speak. Only when you saw Nayeon’s mouth open and close, her eyes blinking rapidly and avoiding making contact with your own did you fully register it. You looked at Jihoon, who seemed to be breaking out of his stupor as he reached across the table and grabbed Namjoon’s collar.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to say something like that?!” You don’t think you’ve ever seen your boyfriend get this angry. You could only stare in awe, meanwhile no one seemed to be brave enough to spare a look at you.

“Look at this fucking guy,” Namjoon laughed darkly, unbothered by the tight grip on his shirt. “Who are you acting all tough for, huh? Your girlfriend or your sidepiece?”

At that, Jihoon ripped Namjoon up out of his seat as they both stood and moved out into the aisle. More customers had arrived during your time here and the small crowd was watching the altercation. Somehow, you were too distracted to be embarrassed by all the attention.

“YN,” Nayeon reaches across the table to hold your arm tightly, “You know he’s lying, right? I don’t know where he got that from.”

You didn’t respond, wrenching yourself out of her grasp and finally getting out of your seat. Namjoon and Jihoon paused their staredown when you breezed past them, heading for the restaurant doors. You didn’t know what to think but you needed some air.

You had a few seconds to yourself as you stood outside the restaurant, the sky dark around you as night had fallen. There weren’t too many people in the street so at least it was peaceful for a moment. The sound of the doors flying open behind you popped that bubble.

“YN, I-”

“Is it true?” You didn’t turn around to look at Jihoon, unable to look at his face when he answered. But when he didn’t respond, you finally looked back. He could only stare at you sadly, and for a moment you thought you might have seen his eyes getting glossy behind his glasses before you rationalized it was probably just the glare from the streetlights. 

You looked at Nayeon, who stood a few feet away. She met your gaze head-on, trying to appear strong but you could tell from the way she shuffled her feet that she was nervous. There weren't many things that made your best friend uncomfortable but you knew a guilty look when you saw one.

“How could you?” Many emotions crossed her face - denial, surprise, sadness until she eventually settled with a mask of indifference.

“What do you want me to say? It’s not like you two were in the best of places. He was bored, I was lonely.” She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “C’mon, we’re all adults here. Shit happens. I’m sorry.”

That last part felt like an afterthought and you knew she didn’t really mean it. You stared at your oldest friend with this new-found light and it was like suddenly, all her flaws were visible. She truly was a stone-cold bitch and you felt foolish for taking this long to realize it. Perhaps you were too close to her before to truly see it.

“It must be so lonely surrounding yourself with such narcissistic people,” Namjoon’s voice caught you off guard from where she stood a few feet away, making you tense up on the spot. “Especially in a scary new place like this. But, you know you’re not alone, YN. You always have us.”

“Oh my god,” Nayeon burst out laughing, covering her mouth. “Do you hear yourself? Fucking weirdo.”

“How the fuck did you even know, huh? Are you some kind of stalker?” Jihoon finds his voice as rage once again consumes him, turning to Namjoon as he steps closer.

“I’m just someone who cares a lot for YN, clearly more than you both do.” Namjoon answers simply, as if his revelations on your relationship are easy information for anyone to find. It was happening in your own life and you couldn’t even see it.

“Whatever. YN, I know you probably don’t want to hear it from me but if I were you, I’d get a restraining order against this guy’s ass.” You don’t look at her as Nayeon says her piece before turning to leave, walking further away down the sidewalk.

It’s silent for a while after that. You can’t get yourself to move your feet, staring at the ground as if deep in thought but nothing really sticking. You can feel the burning gazes of both men on you but you’re too zoned out to care.

“YN, let me take you back to the hotel at least.” Jihoon softly calls out to you, stepping closer. It isn’t until you feel his hand on you that you finally snap. “Honey-”

“Don’t call me that.” You spit, throwing your fists against his chest angrily. “Don’t touch me. Just.. fuck off!” 

Jihoon could only stand there and take it as you beat against him senselessly, allowing you to let your frustrations out on him. It wasn’t until you felt your energy start to lessen and tears fill your eyes that you finally gave him a good shove, turning on your heel to get away from him.

The sound of footsteps behind you caused you to hasten your steps, not wanting to deal with another confrontation and just wanting to be alone. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you reeled back in anger only to see it was Namjoon following you.

“Namjoon, w-what?” You breathed, too absorbed in the drama of your boyfriend cheating on you to think about his part in all this. “Why are you here?”

“Are you okay?” He seemed concerned as he closed the gap between your bodies, peering down at you.

“How did you know about them? Were you following us?” All those times you had been out somewhere and thought you saw someone in the corner of your eye or heard something behind you - had it been him all along? Or any of your other roommates? Were they all in on this?

“Remember when I said your boyfriend didn’t deserve you? I knew something was off that night when he didn’t answer your calls.” Namjoon answers truthfully, looking into your eyes.

“Look, I appreciate the concern but can you just back off? It’s starting to creep me out.” You shuffled from one foot to another, looking away from him in discomfort.

“I can’t.” 

You looked back up at him, trying to conceal your gasp at his blatant disregard for your wishes. He reaches out to brush some of your hair away from your face as he sighs thoughtfully. A tense silence follows as you freeze where you stand, his words and actions making you stare at him in confusion. As much as his recent behavior had thrown you off guard, nothing could prepare you for what came out his mouth next. 

“I don’t know if I ever told you this before but once I find my target, I never let them go.” Your heart stutters in your chest as his thumb brushes across your cheek, dark eyes tracking the action casually. 

“Your target? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You pushed his hand away from your face, stepping back from him to create some distance. “You know what, I don’t care. Just stay the fuck away from me before I call the police.”

You turn your back on him as you move further down the street, which might not have been the smartest move around a seemingly dangerous person but you were eager to get out of his presence. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t follow you - or at least, you don’t hear him behind you at all. You’re almost too scared to check.

“YN.” Namjoon’s voice makes you jump, legs trembling as you turn slightly to look back at him standing in the exact spot you left him in. “I promise I’ll show you how much I care for you.”

You don’t respond, hurrying up the hill in an attempt to get to safety. He didn’t seem like he was planning on following you but that doesn’t stop you from turning around every few steps to ensure there is no one there, each time only finding the empty street. You do this the entire way until you find yourself at the hotel, so relieved to be back you could cry.

And when you finally flop down in your bed, that’s exactly what you do.

*****

An incessant buzzing sound slowly woke you from your slumber, lifting your head to blink blearily around the room in confusion. Your head was in such a fog you couldn’t remember where you were for a second. The only thing your mind could focus on was the source of the noise, pulling your phone from the nightstand and tapping at it to get it to shut up.

Once silenced, you laid your head back on the pillow in hopes to pick back up where you left off. Before you could even get close, the buzzing started up again much to your annoyance. You huffed, picking the phone back up and swiping to answer it.

“What-” Your tone is harsh, ready to lash out on your bitch of a best friend. As if sleeping with your boyfriend wasn’t enough, now she has to blow up your phone in a time like this.

“Where are you?” At Nayeon’s frantic tone, you felt yourself waking up a bit more.

“Why are you calling me?” You didn’t have time for this, moving to end the call and finally block her for good when her rushed voice stopped you.

“YN, this is serious. Tell me where you are.”

“I’m back at the hotel room,” Confused, you find yourself sitting up in the bed and running a hand through your hair. “Why?”

“Okay, stay there. I’m on my way.” She spoke quickly, the sound of metal jingling around in the background followed by a door slamming. It sounded like she was driving, which you knew was something she hated doing. This must be serious.

“Wait, what’s going on? I don’t want to see you-” You began, feeling your stomach turn at the thought of having to face your homewrecker of a friend right now. 

“Jiwan is dead.”

You don’t know how much time had passed from the moment the call ended to when Nayeon arrived at the hotel, the sound of loud knocking waking you up out of the daze you had been in. Standing up on wobbly legs, it felt as if you were floating as you made your way over to the door. The tremor in your hands made it a little difficult to unlatch the door but once it was open, your old friend breezed her way in.

You followed behind her slowly, feeling out of place despite it being your own room. Eventually, you found yourself getting back into your spot on the bed by the pillows. Being in a safe, comfortable position settled you a bit. Nayeon stood tense in front of the bed, arms crossed and her eyes looking anywhere but at you. In the back of your mind, you found her sudden change in character to be a bit ironic.

“W-what happened?” Your voice sounded far away, like it wasn’t connected to you at all. She finally looked up, her eyes meeting yours in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

“She was found dead in her apartment this morning. Someone killed her.” She answered quickly, sounding like her own mind was trying to wrap around it.

At that moment, it was like time stopped. There was no sound, not even Jiwan’s voice or your own breathing. The blood was rushing in your ears, throbbing almost painfully. You weren’t sure if you could actually hear your own heartbeat or if it was just the feeling of it pounding in your chest.

“YN?” You looked up to see her looking at you with a frown on her face. You don’t know what that look meant.

“I-I don’t understand. I just saw her the other day when I...” Almost choking on the words as it felt like your throat was closing up, you stopped yourself from continuing that sentence. “How did she die?”

“What I heard was that someone broke in sometime during the night and strangled her. Nothing appeared to be stolen, so they think it was a targeted attack.” She explains, heaving a deep troubled sigh.

You didn’t even know what to think or say. None of it made any sense to you. Sure, Jiwan wasn’t the most enjoyable person to be around but how could she be gone just like that? You were one to talk, after scalding her with a hot beverage just the other day. The thought made you gasp a little, eyes widening as the entire situation registered in your mind. God, you probably looked so guilty.

“Where were you?” Nayeon’s voice breaks you out of your train of thought, eyes snapping back up to see a cautious expression on her face.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Like last night... after you left.” She waved her hand around in a hurried explanation.

“I came here. I’ve been here the whole night.” You explained carefully, trying to figure out where she was going with this. “Why?

“Just wondering.”

Your jaw dropped in shock, reeling back to look at her incredulously, “You think I did it.” 

“No, I mean- I don’t know what to think.” She sighs, running a hand over her face in frustration. 

“Look, you have to admit you might be considered a suspect after everything. What with the way she was harassing you for weeks and your history...”

“Are you kidding me? I know I’ve had anger problems in the past but I’m not a killer.” You huff irritably, crossing your arms over your chest like a child.

“In the past? YN, you threw boiling hot water on that woman just the other day. You clearly have some unchecked anger here.” She gives you a look and now you truly feel like a child being scolded. “Plus, I’m sure finding out about me and Jihoon didn’t help-”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this!” You snap at her, frustration oozing from your form as you pinched your nose. She made you feel like you were crazy. Maybe you were. “No, wait- what I can’t believe is that I’m actually talking to you right now.”

“Okay, let’s just be calm. I know I’m probably the last person you wanna see but let’s face it, you’re gonna need all the help you can get. Jihoon and I were the last people who saw you last night.”

“Where is Jihoon anyway?” You don’t bother looking at her, annoyed that you are even asking her about your boyfriend’s whereabouts. 

“I don’t know.” At her simple response, you snap your gaze back up at her accusingly. She shifts uncomfortably in her spot, awkwardly avoiding your glare.

“What? You guys didn’t sleep together last night?” You laugh bitterly despite not at all finding the situation humorous. “Isn’t that why you practically forced me to stay at this hotel?”

She heaves out a sigh, as if she’s stressed over the situation. “Look, I understand you hate me right now but I actually came here to help you. I was worried about you.”

“Oh, please-” You were ready to go off on her again when the buzzing of your phone interrupted you. Picking it up, you rolled your eyes at the sight of the caller ID. Speak of the devil.

“What-” The sound of heavy breathing and pained groans made you pause, listening intently to the other line. “Jihoon?”

“YN...” You had never heard your boyfriend’s voice sound like that, so helpless and weak. Jihoon had always been calm, almost monotone. Something was definitely wrong.

“What’s wrong?” You felt the bed dip as Nayeon quickly sat next to you, her ear now pressed up to the phone as well.

The line was silent for a while, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for a response. Just when it looked like Nayeon was about to lose her composure and grab the phone from you, the call ended. You stared down at the screen in shock, not understanding any of it.

“What the fuck, call them back!” You startled at the sound of Nayeon’s panicked voice, fingers nervously tapping at your screen to redial when a text came in.

The picture that had come in looked like something from a horror movie. Jihoon was tied to what looked like a dentist’s chair, cuts and bruises littering the exposed skin of his face and hands. His clothes were torn and dirtied with blood in some places. But the scariest part of all were his eyes - once always so bright and beautiful behind his glasses were now shut, the skin around them puffy and purple. He looked dead.

Nayeon barely had time to look at the picture before the phone started ringing again. The two of you stared at each other in shock for a moment. You felt as if you were on auto-pilot, just letting her take the reins as she answered the call with shaking hands.

“What did you do to him?” Nayeon spoke, her voice thick with emotion. You couldn’t hear their response but it clearly only served to make her more upset if her pinched facial expression proved anything. “I don’t care if you want to talk to her - put Jihoon on!”

“I’d be nice to me if I were you, seeing as your lover’s life is in my hands. Put YN on right now,” Nayeon had already done it before he said it, and you weren’t prepared for it when he suddenly addressed you. “Are you listening, YN?”

“Yes.” You cringed at how weak your voice sounded.

“Your boyfriend wants to see you. You shouldn’t have run away, YN.” 

“Don’t you dare touch him!” Strangely enough, you were glad Nayeon was here because you weren’t sure if you would have had the courage to speak on your own.

“Why not?” There was the sound of shuffling on the other end before he heaved a deep sigh. “He means nothing to me.”

“You sick bastard, I’ll kill you!” You flinched at how loud Nayeon got, her features twisted in anger. In the back of your mind, you wondered if she might break your phone from how tightly she was gripping it.

“I’m planning a special get-together for the roommates tonight, YN. I’d really love it if you came... and you can bring your friend I guess.” You could practically hear his eye-roll through the speaker. “If you try to call the police or run away again, I’ll know. Don’t make me upset or you’ll regret it.”

There was a pause as you both tried to process his words, not understanding his plan but knowing it couldn’t be good. Nayeon opened and closed her mouth a few times, clearly as stunned as you felt.

“I’ll be waiting here for you.”

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A/N: welp... a lot of shit hit the fan in this one ngl😅 lmk what u think but also pls be nice!! hehe i know some ppl didn’t want them to cheat but i had to do it for the plot lmao im sorryyy. we’re almost all the end tho only one more chapter to go and then the craziness will end woooo

#yandere #yandere fanfic #yandere fanfiction #yandere x reader #yandere kpop #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere bts x yn #yandere namjoon #yandere seokjin #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts x yn #strangers from hell au #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

[aajjks]

Destiny (m)

synopsis. You can’t say no to him, it’s his birthday after all.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, hê ïs sö përsüäsïvë, ünhëälthy rëlätïönshïp, yändêrê jk 10x.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN I LOVE. please send asks for my jk’s, what do you love the most about jk? I love him, I hope you guys will love this as well, so what’s your answer going to be?

He just loves you so much.

Jungkook knows it’s unhealthy but he doesn’t care. You are everything to him, you’re his reason for everything, you’re the centre of his universe.

He wants to be with you forever, you’re both perfect for each other, God made you for him, and him for you.

Jungkook is a firm believer in destiny and he believes that you’re his destiny.

So that’s why he’s going to make you his tonight, forever.

You are nervous,

When it comes to your boyfriend you’re always tense.

You want to be happy, excited for your date tonight with him but all you feel is nervous, maybe it’s because you’re not sure about how he’s going to react to what you’re about to tell him.

Jungkook was always unpredictable.

As you sit right across him, you feel his eyes on you, you can’t really look at him without looking away, or playing with your nails. Your anxiety is rising through the roof.

Maybe you shouldn’t today, it’s his birthday after all, but it’s really now or never. Your courage is barely enough today, you’ll chicken out the next day.

“Baby? You okay?”

The feeling of his right tattooed hand on yours and his voice pulls you out of your inner dilemma, you blink twice, he looks so happy and beautiful. His eyes are filled with love for you, he looks at you like you’re his whole world.

And that scares you a little.

You nod to jungkook and he squeezes your hand again. “Just thinking about you, kook.” You reply, the night is so calm, the atmosphere is so peaceful yet Jungkook’s eyes don’t let you calm down.

“The food was so delicious right YN???? Also I ordered their top desert too, I hope you’ll enjoy it! I know we have my birthday cake too but I thought you should taste their special too, it’s so tasty I love it.”

“I am so happy I am spending my birthday with you YN.” The man gushes like a teen boy, never leaving your hand, “you know I love you a lot, so much.” He sighs like this is a dream he never wants to wake up from.

“You love me too right?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, why does he always ask you this question? His need to be reassured drives you insane sometimes, he knows the answer yet why?

“Of course.”

A huge smiles breaks out from his lips, his eyes crinkle so sweetly, his cheeks are almost red, your boyfriend blushes softly and giggles.

“Then, you’re going to love my surprise YN.”

Your furrow your brows.

“Actually Jungkook I need to tell- no YN. Not now please.” You close your mouth, anxiety rushes through you as you watch him stand up from the table, what is he doing?

You don’t get it, it’s his birthday yet he’s giving you a surprise? 

Your eyes follow his as you watch him walk closer to you and you are too focused on him to utter a word, he looks at you and halts his movement, looking at you with his deep brown orbs.

“B-Babe what are you doing??”

It’s all too quick, he’s on one knee, as he puts his hand into his pocket, and takes out a velvet black box. Your heartbeat is going crazy.

No no no!!!

“JUNGKOOK!- YN. Will you make me the luckiest man alive, will you marry me?”

You can’t breathe, it feels so suffocating suddenly, his words hit you like a brick, ringing repeatedly in your ears. You want to cry.

You didn’t want this, not right now.

You stare at him dumbfounded, your mouth feels too dry to say anything, Jungkook stares back at you with eagerness jumping in his eyes, they are sparkling so much.

You watch as he openes the box, the ring takes your attention away from him, it’s gorgeous, it’s too big.

It looks too expensive.

“YN do you see the ring? I had it custom made, do you see these stones? These are yours and mine birth stones, and the diamond is in the middle of them. Do you like it?”

You stand up, speechless, “J-Jungkook….” He doesn’t move from his position, “please say yes YN. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, please fulfill my birthday wish and marry me.”

You feel so helpless right now, he’s making you feel so weak, the look in his eyes is too strong. He loves you so much.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman YN, I’ll always take care of you and love you unconditionally, please baby, marry me.”

Jungkook is quick to grab your hand. “Baby say something, you know you can’t say no, I won’t accept it, say yes, say yes to me.”

this is exactly why you don’t want to marry him.

“I…I…”

“Just one yes YN, I’ll do anything… please marry me.”

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere jjk #jjk smut #yandere smut #smut #jungkook x yn #jungkook ff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk smut #bts yandere #yandere kpop #jungkook fluff #jungkook au #jungkook angst

[gguksbeloved]

Trapped - Jeon jungkook

read part 1 here

Preview

“Please let m-me go” you pathetically stuttered in his arms

he hummed while playing with your hair “go where sweetheart”

he’s toying with you

“ I don’t want to marry you why can’t you understand that” you cried more, your attempts to break free going futile against his ripped figure.

“ because I fucking want to” he harshly changed your position and pushed you to the nearest wall trapping you “ you’ll be my good little wife because I want you to, you’ll love me because I want you to and sweetheart” he chuckled darkly drawing his face closer to you “ I hope you aren’t forgetting that your family is still alive because I want them to be” he broke that miserable fact to your now sobbing figure

“so think before saying these silly little things, because it won’t be long before I very much want them fucking dead”

#jungkook yandere #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #yandere #obsession #bts fanfic #jungkook x yn

[hobisstar]

Can we have a jk headcancon WAYHML ?👀👀👀👀

A/N I’m absolutely terrible at headcanons 😭 so please bare with me

Y! JUNGKOOK HEADCANCON FOR WAYHML

Jungkook is definitely a flower guy, hints why he works at the Flower Shop.

He absolutely hates social media but loves taking pictures? Only if yn are in there tho

He thinks Yn is literally a goddess crafted from the gods only for him

The only reason why he even works at the flower shop is because they never suspect the good looking guy that takes care of Flowers.

He and Yn definitely have met before but only he remembers that

He’s a sweetheart! Just don’t touch or talk to yn. Simple.

He loves rainy days but has grown to like sunny days because of yn

Yn is his only reason to exist. If she’s safe he’s alive

He prefers days with Bam and yn then being out and about

He started liking coffee more when he met her

His ‘Hobby’ isn’t a hobby it’s a side job.

JK only lets yn call him Jeon. He hates when anyone else does it.

He loves Listening to heavy metal, it puts him in the mood.

It might surprise you but he does all the cooking. What Yn wants, Yn gets.

He has a tattoo of her teeth marks on his forearm FOR SURE

He has definitely thought about getting her face tattooed somewhere hidden is his sleeve.

He shows yn his sweet side and everyone gets the mean side. They definitely questioned how he bagged her for 5 years

He’s friendless

He like when people fear him

He’s definitely crazier than he shows

#jeon jungkook #bts jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #jungkook ff #jungkook headcanons #yandere jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook yandere series #hobisstar writes

[jungk0oksthighs]

Pi Gasu | Memories That Last For Eternity

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, E2L, vampire!jungkook

Word Count - 5k

Jungkook invites you over to his place for the first time. Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, violence, needles, hopelessness, explicit smut, touching on DD&LG & BDSM themes 18+ content

SERIES COLLECTION

For Jungkook, seventy two hours might as well be a life time.

Withdrawal is consuming his immortal being, his every thought, his every decision. He’s had a few blood bags over the last few days but nothing compares to how the taste of you makes him feel, not even close.

Growing impatient, he dials your number once he physically can’t take it anymore. You came back from your trip four days ago, he left it an extra day just to ensure your blood will be clean of any rose thorn by now, and if it’s not he’ll know for sure that you’re the one purposely ingesting—

“Hello?” Your sweet, innocent voice answers, forcing him to pull himself together and calm down.

“Where are you?” He bites, swallowing, as merely the sound of you forms a coat of saliva on his tongue.

“I’ve just left class, why?” Your confusion doesn’t go a miss, and it’s reasonable giving that he’s calling you in the middle of the day when the sun still shines high in the sky, a time where he and the rest of his species are usually deep in slumber.

He exhales, cocking his head to one side with closed eyes, “Can you come over?”

“…Now?”

 “Mhm.” He’s nodding, one hand gripping his phone tightly, the other balled into a fist and resting against his bedroom door to keep himself standing, his back hunched and head dipped low. He’s a mess, and he detests how dependant on your blood he’s become. What makes the situation worse is that you have no idea about his secret obsession.

“Uh… I guess I could catch an Uber to Euphoria—”

“Not Euphoria.” He swallows again, wetting his lips, “I'm at my place. I’ll send you the address.”

“You want me to come over to your place...?” Jungkook can hear your concern, which is by no means misguided. How he hasn’t killed you out of pure gluttony yet he has no idea, and you being alone with him in his home only amplifies the chances of that happening. But he’s desperate, so desperate that he’s almost begging for you to come over. You, a human.

“I-, yeah. There was an incident with your donations, they were accidentally destroyed.” He lies through his teeth, knowing full well he’s stored them away in the depths of his ‘blood-fridge’ in case he needs to bring another vampire down a peg or two in the form of liquid poison.

There’s a brief pause before you speak again, the hustle and bustle of daytime life ringing in his ears, “Okay… Text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

You end the call there with a tight frown, unsure of what the next few hours will have in store for you. A myriad of things bubble inside your stomach. Nerves, anxiety... excitement. Since you last saw Jungkook you’ve dreamt of him every single night. His eyes, his tattoos, his body… While you’ve tried to convince yourself dreams are just that and nothing more, there’s a part of you that longs for your dreams to become reality.

You’re lonely, deeply saddened by your underwhelming life and brother’s illness. And considering you have very few friends to turn to, truthfully you don’t want to turn down Jungkook’s company.

No matter how dangerous it could be.

As promised he sends you his address and you transfer it into the Uber app, waiting all of three minutes before being picked up just outside of campus. It’s cold out today, you’re dressed in a cream high neck knitted dress and black tights with thigh-high boots of the same colour. A long coal winter coat pulling the ensemble together and keeping you warm. Sitting in the back of the cab you’re surprised to see he’s calling again, but you answer it regardless.

“Hello…?”

“Let me know when you’re outside.” His voice is low and gruff, dare you say it a little sexy and you swallow thickly in return.

“Okay… Is that all?” Your brows are raised expectantly, gazing out the window at the tall buildings that pass you by as you enter the more luxurious side of town.

He sniffs, clicking his tongue, “Promise me you’ll text me when you’re outside.”

“I-, I promise.” You exhale shakily, more anxious than ever.

“Good. Doors open, let yourself in five minutes after you text me.”

You nod, as though he can see you, “Okay...?”

Jungkook abruptly ends the call there.

When you arrive at his home you do as you were told, sending him a simple text message and allowing yourself five minutes to drink in your surroundings. It’s not a gothic old-century mansion like you naively expected, no, it’s the epitome of the American dream. Down to the white picket fence. It’s a two-storey detached house on the better side of town, at first glance you would think perhaps the owner would be a young couple having just moved into a bigger space upon the discovery of expecting their first child.

It's modern, large glass windows consuming most of the walls, they’re mirrored on the outside, presumably so the UV rays of the sun can't penetrate into his personal space – giving you a chance to subtly once-over your appearance before bravely heading into his garden. Which is exceptionally well kempt. To put it bluntly, it’s just not what you expected in the slightest. There’s no tallest tower, no pit of lava below a tiny rickety bridge leading to the main entrance, no bats swarming round the building and not one single sign of a coffin.

Are you ignorant for being this surprised? You almost feel guilty that you anticipated something else.

The front door is home to a large brass sign with the number ‘97’ engraved in dark, intricate artwork. It’s beautiful, if a sign could ever be such a thing. Five minutes has definitely passed so you muster the courage to let yourself inside, announcing your arrival.

“Jungkook…?” You call out, but there’s no response. “Hello? It’s me…”

You’re peering around his home, noting how open and light everything is. And clean. And not at all like a typical vampire’s lair if there is such a thing. The furniture looks equal parts expensive and homely, everything falling into a monochrome aesthetic that really emphasises the size of his place. It’s when you hear the unmistakable sound of chains rattling from beneath the floorboards that your heart stops beating. Does he have a secret dungeon where he keeps hostages? Are you going to be taken hostage? You’re panicking, blindly and quickly moving through the house in search of a weapon just in case.

As though you’d stand a chance against him.

“I’m not going to keep you here…” You hear Jungkook chuckle sinisterly from a distance, mentally cursing yourself for allowing your thoughts to run wild once again. He can read minds, shit. Need to stop forgetting about that.

You frown, having no idea where he is, “Where are you?”

“Downstairs. The supplies to make the donations are on the kitchen counter—”

But it’s too late for him to continue his explanation, because you’re already making your way down the staircase that leads to his basement against your better judgement. Now you’re familiar with Fifty Shades Of Grey, you’re aware of the BDSM community. You know all about the kinky depths of Pornhub but Jungkook’s basement exceeds the shock value of all of those things.

If Christian Grey’s play room had an affair with Jungkook’s strip club it still wouldn’t look like this. This is something else, red tube lighting creates a seductive ambiance in the basement that smells like warm ginger. Every wall is exposed brick, dozens, maybe even hundreds of black hooks adorn the bricks complete with leather whips, steel chains, paddles, floggers, ball gags, handcuffs, restraints, blindfolds, collars, canes, and is that a sex swing? No, a sex swing doesn’t have stirrups, right? You stop breathing when your eyes catch sight of the huge black four-poster bed centred in the room, sitting atop of an animal print rug that contrasts against the shiny dark flooring.

And then you see him. Each of his limbs chained to the adjacent post on the bed. Arms and legs spread wide, physically restrained and tied to the bed wearing nothing but black ripped skinny jeans. Every tattoo, every muscle, almost every square inch of his body exposed. Save for whatever lies beneath those obnoxiously tight jeans. His hair is damp and pressed to his forehead, tickling his hooded eyes that are already fixed to you.

“You shouldn’t be down here.” Jungkook growls, chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as it heaves up and down.

“Sorry-, I-,” You look somewhere else, somewhere that isn’t his half naked body, or the collection of sex toys in a dark, historic looking haphazardly half-closed trunk at the foot of the bed. “Why did you call me over if—”

“Everything’s in the kitchen. Make your donation and get out, the money is on the countertop next to the coffee machine.” He’s borderline panting, fiery gaze seemingly glued to your face.

You’re nodding, even though you have five billion questions inside your mind right now, “O-okay. Why are you…?” Your eyes hungrily drag up and down his toned stomach, his heavily tattooed arms and rib cage, the prominent V line muscle peeking out about his jeans. You swallow, struggling to keep your mouth closed. “Why are you chained up?”

At this he scoffs before wetting his lips, “Because if I wasn’t I’d kill you.” He throws his head back into the crimson silk pillows, visibly uncomfortable when his eyes squeeze shut, jaw tight. “These restraints are made for supernatural creatures and you have exactly twenty seven minutes before the timer ends, they’ll unlock and I’ll be free. So get on with it.”

“What is this place…? Some kind of kinky sex dungeon?” You giggle, drinking in your surroundings with raised eyebrows.

“Twenty six minutes and fifty one seconds.”

You’re smirking, daring to edge closer to where he lays, until you’re standing next to the trunk at the foot of the bed. “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you… Like this before.”

“Y/N.” He groans, gnawing his lip hard enough to bleed, chains rattling against the bed posts when he struggles against them. “Do you have a fucking death wish?! Get out!” He roars, voice raspy and oozing with something indescribable when he fights against the restraints again.

“You can’t hurt me for another twenty six minutes.” You sigh, loving that you have such power, such dominance over him in this moment. Maybe a little too much. “Are you sure you should be around my blood if you haven’t fed—”

“I didn’t invite you here to chit chat. Go upstairs, make your donation and get the fuck out of my house before I really do kill you.” His patience is thinning, as is your resolve. He just looks so… sexy. Tied up, spread wide, panting and gasping for air because he wants you so badly. Well, your blood. You’ve never seen something so tempting in your life—

Jungkook’s voice is equal parts seductive and menacing when it rolls off his tongue, his eyes blackened by desire when they catch yours. “Keep your thoughts to yourself little girl.”

“I-, and if I don’t..?” You hum, boldly crawling onto the bed to kneel in the space between his legs. But you don’t touch him, you simply stare at him through long, flirtatious eyelashes. He can't hurt you, you repeat in your head over and over.

He can't hurt you. You're in control.

Oh the things you would do to him, the things you’d let him do to you… Maybe you’re thinking recklessly, he’d kill you without a second thought but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to dwell on that right now. You want him, his presence always finds a way to ignite a lust-fuelled fire inside you, and today is no different.

“What exactly are you gonna do, hm? What exactly can you do right now?”

At this he laughs, loudly, craning his neck to get a better look at you, the noise akin to a hyena discovering its prey, “You really do have a death wish, don’t you?”

You shrug before your body deflates with the weight of the truth, a pained smile threatening your lips, “Guess I don’t have much to live for.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence thickening the air, perhaps you said too much. You don’t even know why you started talking to begin with, it’s not like he remotely cares about your life. You’re nothing but a donation, a breathing blood bag for him and his strange tests. Jungkook’s gaze is intense, but he remains silent.

Well, you should probably get this over with and head home before he does kill you.

“I don’t have time to… yknow, so I guess I'll just leave my donation upstairs when—”

“You do have the time.” He snaps, nodding lazily, lips pink, ajar and swollen from biting down on them. “It took you less than ten minutes to come in my office.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks when you suppress an embarrassed giggle, “Right… But I don’t exactly want to fuck myself in your kitchen, so...” You snort, but Jungkook’s eyes darken with something indescribable.

“I said I’d make an exception once.” He reminds you, using his tongue to toy with his lip ring when he shakes against the restraints, “So you have two options. Either go upstairs and fuck yourself before donating, or be a good girl and show me what you did in my office.”

Your eyes bulge from your skull, a rush of heat hitting your core hard, “W-what?”

“Oh Y/N…” He growls, raking his gaze over every curve and crevice of your body before settling back to your face. “You were thinking much dirtier thoughts not even three minutes ago. I should’ve known you were all talk and no action.” He chuckles, followed by sharp inhale between his teeth, similar to a sensitive hiss.

“I-,” You freeze. He’s not wrong about what you were thinking. And the idea of having him watch you, restricted, unable to do anything save for looking at the mess you’re sure you’d make of yourself… It’s enough for a dull throb to pulse between your thighs.

Arrogance and curiosity take over, along with the need to feel something other than sadness. You need an escape from reality, and fucking yourself to orgasm in front of a vampire who’s admitted he wants to kill you is very distant from your mundane everyday life.

A distraction.

“Fine. But good girl isn’t exactly my style.”

You’re smirking, slowly unbuttoning your large winter coat and tossing it to the ground, making  sure to hold Jungkook’s eye contact the whole time. You stand for a moment, tugging the boots and tights down your legs and kicking them off, followed by your panties. You should be embarrassed, you should be running and screaming by this point.

But you’re not.

You’re sitting on the bed between his thighs, wearing nothing beneath your dress, closely watching his reaction when you spread your own legs and give him the perfect view of your glistening pussy.

His chains clang and crash against the bed posts, his hands balled into tight fists and his eyes physically incapable of looking away from the sight in front of him. “Fuck… Fuck! Free me of these fucking chains now, I need… Fuck!” He gasps, hooded eyes entirely black, jaw so sharp you would bleed if you touched it. He’s panting, thick brows furrowed in concentration, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows nothing. Nostrils flare when he takes a deep inhale, mouth falling open with nothing but a low moan and whispered praise.

Jungkook’s reaction does nothing but spur you on, heat and wetness surging your folds faster than humanly possible. The fact his eyes clearly showcase the demon within isn’t phasing you, his long fangs, the fifty shades of purple veins spilling from his eye sockets, nothing phases you.

You don’t care that he’s a vampire right now, because he’s looking at you with so much hunger, so much desperation that a wicked smile pulls your lips. Maybe all this time he's wanted you just as much as you want him.

Maybe.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you begin pressing rough circles onto your most sensitive area, pleasantly surprised by how aroused you already are. The immortal man is visibly suffering, writhing around in self-pity and frustration when you hold your weight with one arm, allowing yourself to lean back and give him a better view of the show.

“Untie me. Untie me right fucking now!” He screams between heaved breaths, still fighting with the chains that bind him. “There’s a chainsaw in the-, fuck!” He roars, eyes blown wide with lust and an animalistic desire to have you.

"I won't hurt you-, I-, I won't hurt you..." He pants, "Find a way to get these off now."

Your head lolls back from bliss when you moan softly, biting your lip for added dramatics, “Feels so good… Mmm… I probably won’t last long, I haven’t touched myself since that night at Euphoria.” You hum, smug. When your toes curl on the bedsheets you decide to up the ante, throwing your legs over his thighs to spread yourself further.

Jungkook’s hips buckle upward in a frenzy, thick thighs tensing under the bend of your knees. “Little girl.” He warns, voice low, “Wait until the timer runs out and—”

“Oh god!” You exaggerate a little for affect, but you can’t deny how hot this feels. How sexy this situation is. The slick dripping from your pulsing hole onto the silk sheets mere proof of how turned on you are.

There’s no argument – you are weaker than him, in every single way possible. Yet in this moment you have so much power over him, and you’re loving every single second. “Mmmm… I’m so wet already.” You mewl with a smirk, dipping a finger into said wetness to slide your lubricant back up to your engorged clit. "Ohhh!"

In the blink of an eye the bedposts behind you snap clean in half, Jungkook having jerked his legs with so much strength that the wood clashes to the ground with a loud bang.

Before you have time to react he uses his legs to drag you closer, shackles still closed around his ankles. Expertly he places his feet under the swell of your ass to lift you up and pull you closer, until you’re slamming back down onto his body. You barely catch yourself in time, nails digging into his taught chest and your soaking pussy directly pressed against the undeniable bulge barely contained in his jeans.

The sensation of denim under your core makes you gasp, it feels good. So good that you start rubbing yourself over his rock hard cock. Quickly, with urgency – fuelled by only the desire to come, knowing he can't touch you. Can't hurt you.

“Y/N…” He groans, winning you to peer up at him through under heavy eyelids. “You’ve had your fun, now free my hands so I can have mine.” The threat rolls of his tongue bleeding with seduction, but you’re too lost in his gaze to register it.

Nobody has ever looked at you this way, it’s like time itself stops working. He’s… beautiful. For a split second you’re sure you catch a glimpse of the doe-eyed man inside the monster, you want to know his story. You want to know everything about the handsome man doing something strange to your chest.

His fangs retract for all of two seconds before you roll your hips over him again and he quickly sheds himself of any humanity, returning to his true self.

“Do you like that, little girl?” He hisses through clenched teeth, eyes locked with yours. “Do you like how my cock feels underneath that pretty pussy of yours?”

You’re nodding hopelessly, lips ajar as silent curses tumble between shallow breaths, your heat swollen and aching for a release with each calculated drag of your pelvis.

“Tell me you want me.” You whisper, pulling back harsher, pushing forward harder. Fucking yourself on the outline of his huge length. The roughness of the denim, the cool metal of his jean clasp, the way his biceps flex and fight as he struggles against his restraints all adding to your approaching high. “Tell me you want me Jungkook.”

His sweat-beaded brows furrow, nostrils wide as he breathes through his nose. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I knew you existed.”

“Mmmm…” You moan again, speeding up your ministrations. From beneath you Jungkook firmly plants his bare feet on the mattress, pushing his groin up to yours with so much force your fragile human body will surely break or bruise. “Oh my—”

“I want you.” He groans, pushing his face up as much as he can given his current predicament, but you straighten your back to allow yourself a better position at the exact same moment.

You’re riding him with everything you can, everything you have and he mirrors your movements by grinding himself against you equally as feverish. “I want you. I crave you, all of you. The things I’ll do to you…” He rasps, frantically searching your face for a reaction and every nerve in your body ignites.

“Fuck! I’m-,” You gasp, now rolling your hips in circular motions, pussy feeling equal parts empty and as though it’s about to explode.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He growls, kicking his head back into the pillows with a devilish smirk to enjoy the show. "So beautiful. So obedient."

“Ahh! Oh-, OHH!” You scream, pushing down on him harder than ever, until the rush of ecstasy takes over and you’re coming all over his jeans. Features contorted with relief and pleasure, fingernails clawing at his naked chest.

Jungkook gives you no more than thirty seconds to ride out your high before his own fingernails are digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. When you catch sight of him you forget how to breathe, reality crashing down on you hard. His fangs are long and itching to plunge into something, eyes squeezed tight enough to give any human a headache, his breathing erratic, nostrils flared. To put it simply he’s a fucking wreck, snarling ferociously, wetting his lips and biting down on them every other second.

“Go.” He gulps, not looking at you once. “There isn’t much time, I can’t-, you can’t be here when I’m free of these. You need to leave now.”

Shame blended with something unfamiliar weighs you down, but you make no argument and do exactly as he says – changing, donating, quickly leaving.

Jungkook hears the front door close not even thirty seconds before he’s free, proving that was close. Too close. When the shackles burst open he immediately flies upstairs into the kitchen, knocking back a vile of your fresh blood. Taken not even five minutes after your high. The crimson liquid coats his tongue and slides down his throat with ease, winning him to groan and pant from nothing other than pure, unfathomable pleasure.

“Fuck… Little girl.” He moans, panting when his head dips back into nothing, cock still rock hard and fighting for dominance against his jeans. Just as he suspected, you’re free of rose thorn. Meaning you’re still none-the-wiser to what he’s really doing with your donations, but somebody else is suspicious. He glances down to the wet patch darkening his crotch, only reminding him of and amplifying his arousal.

Never in his entire existence has he felt the way you make him feel. Not once. No witch, no vampire, and certainly no human has ever reduced him to begging for a release. Had you listened to him and freed him from the shackles... Either he would've broken every bone in your body fucking you, or he would've drained you of every drop of blood. Right now he's not sure what he'd prefer.

You're... Unlike anyone he's encountered. There are times he thinks you're scared of him, and times you challenge that very opinion. He's making a bad habit of underestimating you, something he needs to be cautious of moving forward.

As expected from the antagonist of modern society he revels in being in control, providing his sexual partners with both pain and pleasure, perhaps one day you’ll be open to exploring that side of his world. That’s if he doesn’t kill you before he gets the chance to fuck you.

Just how it happened with your blood, now he's had a taste, a glimpse of what you can really be like - he wants more. He needs more. There is no doubt in his mind, not a spec of hesitance. He is... obsessed with you, addicted. Consumed.

The memory of you on top of him, fucking yourself, using him, coming undone above him will live with him for as long as he does.

Eternity.

When you make it to your front door you feel like you’re in a fever dream, did that really just happen? The walls of Jungkook’s… whatever that place is, being the only witnesses to what you did and just how much you enjoyed it. A part of you wishes you fucked him while you had the chance, sex with a vampire is illegal for a human. But truthfully? You don't care. Like you told him yourself, you don't have much to live for anymore.

Feeling weak and lightheaded from blood loss you fumble with your keys, feet struggling to stay firmly planted on your doormat. You’re confused about your own feelings toward the vampire to say the least, you know he’s no good for you. You know he doesn’t want anything from you save for your blood, and yet you’re visibly disappointed when the tap on your shoulder turns out to be… not him.

“Hey Yoongi.” You glance back at the man with a small smile while unlocking your door, one he reciprocates in the hallway.

“Hey Y/N.” He sniffs, raising his right hand that seems to be clinging onto a sky blue casserole dish. “You like lasagne? I made too much so if you want it it’s yours.” He admits with a light, airy slightly endearing chuckle.

Inviting him inside you take the meal from his grip with a genuine grin, “I love lasagne! Thank you, how much do I owe you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Your next door neighbour snorts, quietly closing the door behind him. “It’s a gift, I’ve noticed you seem… tired lately, that’s all. It’s the least I can do.”

Once Yoongi’s home cooked Italian favourite is settled onto your kitchen countertop you shoot him a warm smile. As always he looks grumpy, disinterested and as though he’s ready to call absolutely anybody out on their bullshit. A simple grey knitted sweater fits snug over his slender frame, paired with two-toned blue denim jeans and sneakers. His brunette hair is longer now, parting in the middle and showcasing his delicate features and milky skin.

Where Jungkook looked out of place in your modest apartment, like a giant red flag planted in the sand of your life, Yoongi looks… fitting, as though he’s meant to be here. You’ve lived here for a year now but you still don’t know very much about your neighbour. Only that he lives with his best friend Hoseok, who couldn’t be more opposite to Yoongi if he tried. He’s incredibly loud, sometimes you can hear the two arguing through the cheap thin wall; and sometimes you can hear much more than that. One of them is quite the ladies man it seems, but judging by the awkward closed smile Yoongi wears when your eyes meet…

It’s probably not him.

“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.” You chuckle, folding your arms over your chest. “Sorry about my uh-, friend the other day.” A sigh escapes you, remembering how concerned he looked upon seeing Jungkook slam you into your front door.

Yoongi’s brow quirks, “Friend? I figured he was your boyfriend with the way he was looking at you.”

“Nope.” You emphasise the ‘P’ with a pop of your lips, quickly busying yourself with a parcel on your kitchen counter that you haven’t had the time to unpack just yet, “He’s definitely not my boyfriend.” You scoff under your breath, because that’s the truth. Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend, he’s not even your friend. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

At this your neighbour’s features visibly soften, he’s nodding slowly when he grins, opening your front door. “Bodes well, enjoy the lasagne.”

“Uh-, thanks…” You blush, not knowing where to look.

And just like that he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The food smells amazing, but it’s the brown boxed parcel that you reach for first, frowning when you see the return address is your mom’s place. What on earth could your mom possibly want to send you? You tear it open, genuinely curious.

It’s… for a lack of better explanation, spikey potpourri wrapped in thin netting. A suspiciously large selection of her homemade teabags, how bizarre. Regardless of her agenda you find a home for them in your food cupboard before skimming the card that came with it, only growing all the more suspicious.

For my darling daughter, stay safe in the city.

x

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