#yandere yoongi x oc

[kthyg]

ghoul. — (addition)

[THIRD INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : ADDITION]

"Appeal for a rejection."

or

You were added into Yoongi’s Q Squad and Jimin badly hated it.

pairing : yoongi x reader x jimin (a particle of yoonmin interaction)

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story do not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : the action of cutting flesh, blood.

word count : 2.4k+

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note from winter 💌 :

THIS ISNT A DRILL ; RARE SIGHT OF JIMIN BLUSHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bye

honestly, idk if i hate or love yoongi in this. i just 🧍 i be writing him down but boy im giggling and shii while doing so. am i in love with him or what 🫤

yeah…

i realised too, after starting ghoul series, im starting to write in a faster pace 📝 dk if it’s a good or bad thing but rejoice while it lasts.

yoongi and jimin interaction with oc is the weirdest thing in this chapter idk idc why i wrote it down

💌 what is winter listening to? : rewind by twice.

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to this post! any other question you can refer to me <3

dedication : my thirst for yoonmin

            Another day of drowning oneself in work. Another day as an Investigator of Special Case. Another dull day in the life of Min Yoongi, but maybe today was about to be a day worth the extra effort he put into waking up, getting ready, walking down the same path to KCCG, and working.

             As per usual, Yoongi turned on his PC and made his way to the small pantry at the corner of his room to brew himself a cup of coffee. He remembered how the very corner of his office was just an empty space, but you had proposed to Jungkook to establish a personal pantry at each investigator’s office.

             Honestly, that might be the best proposition you had come up with because Yoongi himself wouldn’t want to cramp himself in a pantry that was not even as big as his office and not every floor has a pantry. The thought of interacting with another creature irked him.

             Plus, KCCG was an edifice.

             Yoongi walked back to his desk which he didn’t even bother to clean up. It was messy because it was scattered in its place. His desk was pretty much similar to yours: filled with paperwork even though neither the two of you were a bureau investigator.

             Settling himself comfortably on his seat with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, his free hand reached for the computer mouse and dragged it until the cursor on the screen reached the destination, the mail.

             First thing first before Yoongi started his work, he would always check his emails.

             Once the screen loaded, his emails never failed to impress him. He received more than five hundred emails every day, but of course, to make his life much easier, KCCG included a priority function when sending emails within the organisation.

             Hence, immediately he clicked on the ‘High Priority’ folder with the striking bold red exclamation mark.  

             “Addition to Q Squad.” the title read. That unconsciously made his brow lift.

             From Chief Director of Division 1, Kim Namjoon. Of course, his soulmate.

             Skipping all the formal opening and greeting, the email read as below:

             Leader : Investigator of Special Class, Min Yoongi.

             Existing Members : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Kim Seokjin, First Class Investigator(s), Lalisa, Kim Jisoo.

             New Addition : Associate Investigator of Special Class, Jeon (Y/N) Kishou.

             Yoongi scoffed boringly but a muscle was quick to twitch hence a smirk found its way to tug on the corner of his lips.

             The clock had just hit 7:30 A.M. and the email had a carbon copy sent to one of his favourite soulmates. Yoongi leaned in his leather chair comfortably. Sipping his coffee with a little too much excitement in his veins.

             The extra effort was worth it surely.

             One,

             Two,

             Three.

             The door was slammed open, and it was the very person he was expecting for.

             Jimin.

             “Oh, Jimin,” his eyes widened a bit, as he gasped as if not expecting his soulmate. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here first thing in the morning?”

             “Appeal.” Jimin said coolly.

             “Appeal what exactly?” Yoongi feigned cluelessness.

             “You’ve read the email, Min Yoongi.” The fire behind Jimin’s eyes made the older excited. Jimin gave him a frosty look as he enunciated. “Appeal. For. Rejection.”

             Yoongi frowned foolishly followed by a shrug. “I have no reason to reject (Y/N) to be in my team.” He has.

             “Oh, you sure do,” Jimin started to saunter around the room. “Reason number one being you can’t even be anywhere with her presence for more than 30 minutes before you quickly find an excuse to leave. Two, you hate her, she hates you. Three, you guys avoid each other.”

             Jimin strode towards Yoongi’s desk, hands on it. With his voice thick with mockery, he announced the last reason. “Lastly, you can’t handle her.”

             Yoongi looked unimpressed.

             Or at least he tried to look unimpressed.

             Taking a sip of his coffee, he groaned when the rich flavour reached the back of his throat. He propped an arm on the desk and rested his chin on it.

             Aloofly, he spoke. “One, 30 minutes is the time I allocated for every meeting except for our soulmates. Two, I have never verbally told anyone and her I hate her, nor have I ever heard her verbally announcing her hatred towards me to anyone or me. Three, we don’t. I just met her three days ago.”

             Yoongi then propped his other arm on the table as well and connected his fingers. “Lastly, it’s you who can’t handle her.” With a mocking smile. “Or else why would she be handed over to someone else aka me, hmm?”

             “Don’t blame others for your incompetency.” The smile was gone, and every trace of excitement vanished and was replaced with his cold, deadly stare.

             “You don’t know anything, Yoongi.” Jimin narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t run your mouth about something you have zero knowledge of.”

             “That’s why I’m saying things only I, and I only, have knowledge of.”

             “You’re infuriating.” He groaned.

             “I know that.” Yoongi acknowledged with a shrug. He raised from his seat and made his way, again, to the pantry to make himself another cup of coffee. With a very dismissive tone, he told Jimin. “Now, will you excuse yourself? I need to welcome my new team member.”

             “Fuck you.” Jimin chided.

             Yoongi was quick to retort. “I’d rather fuck your arse.”

             “You–”

             The door was pushed open. Jimin’s remark was cut off. His face was heating up and Yoongi resumed making his coffee without care.

             The second person Yoongi has been expecting.

             “Good…” Your greeting was stuck on the tip of your tongue when you saw Jimin in your new mentor’s office. He looked like he didn’t expect you to be here too. But what could be done? Namjoon sent you an email this morning informing your new placement in another squad. Specifically speaking, Yoongi’s squad: Q Squad.

             “Good morning, (Y/N).” Yoongi greeted you which was, by the way, extremely out of character. He even looked your way.

             You immediately bowed and redo your greeting. “Good morning, Investigator Min.”

             Your new mentor then raised his eyebrow at your former mentor. “Well, Jimin, what are you waiting for? This is your cue to leave.”

             Jimin’s right eye twitched uncontrollably but a smirk found its way to his plump lips. With a controlled voice, he managed out a “As you wish, Min.” and spread the paperwork on Yoongi’s desk into an even messier mess which the older stared at in horror.

             Petty and childish…

             As he passed by you, you expressed your valediction with a bow. “Have a good day, Investigator Pa–”

             Jimin grabbed you by the forearm and dragged you out with him.

             Before getting dragged out of the office completely, you saw your mentor’s horrified expression was replaced with his casual smirk.

             Why does he have to be so unreadable?

             “Investigator Park–!” You tried to pull back your arms. Although you knew it was a futile effort, it didn’t hurt to try.

             Jimin halted, resulting you to bump into his hard chest instead of his back as he had spun very quickly. His hands snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. Realising your face and his face might be in close proximity, you tried to at least pull back your head to create some distance.

             “Say my name.”

             You frowned and accidentally met his eyes. Quickly turning away to break the eye contact, you tried to wiggle your way out of his arms. “What–”

             His hand found its way to your neck, putting on light pressure. You knew he hated it when you avoid eye contact. He and Jungkook were like that. Face hard with a low voice and hint of annoyance, Jimin repeated. “Say. My. Name.”

             Your eyes flickered at his voice, but your mouth was quick to comply. “J–Jimin…”

             “Good girl.” His thumb found its way to your lips. He smudged your lipstick and dragged it a little out of place. Your hands were frozen. Jimin then brought his thumb and smudge the lipstick stain on his own lips. “Now, let’s meet Namjoon to switch you back into my team.”

             “Switch who back into your team?” Namjoon

             Eyes widening, you pushed Jimin away to get out of this compromising position. “Director Kim, Jeon.” You immediately bowed and greeted them.

             “I want (Y/N) back in my team again.” Jimin declared with all seriousness.

             “No.” Director Kim declined curtly.

             That seemed to twitch a muscle in Jimin’s jaw, but he kept his cool and continued. “And why is that?”

             “Hmm, let’s see,” Namjoon feigned pondering. “Experimenting?”

             “Stop this crap and switch her back into my team, Namjoon.”

             “Is that an order, Jimin?” He glared down at the younger. His voice was deep with authority. “Do I take order from you?”

             “Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice finally joined the conversation. He was referring to Namjoon.

             The higher Director didn’t need to turn around to catch what Jungkook was intending to say. “I have a reason for this sudden change. It was not done for fun. It was done with careful observation and procedure.”

             “Pray tell me the reason.”

             “Your latest training session with the Associate Investigator of Special Class, (Y/N).”

             Your body went rigid.

             “What’s wrong with it?”

             “I received complaints from Investigator Mingyu, Special Class, and Investigator Xu Minghao, First Class, that stated the same thing in which you had disturbed their scheduled training session with (Y/N),” he let out a heavy sigh before adding, “I know Jungkook was involved as well. Temporary restraining order has been put on him by me to refrain him from engaging with (Y/N) in any activity unless in public view.”

             He continued. “You, however, were not given any restraining order because Jungkook insisted on taking the full blame, but I would hate it to let an accomplice get away freely,” Namjoon turned his gaze towards you. “That’s why I decided to remove (Y/N) from your team.”

             He returned his gaze to Jimin. He could see the younger was burning with anger, it was detectable although Jimin was as great as Jungkook in using the art of concealment. They were soulmates, after all.

             “Fret not,” Namjoon reassured. “You can do an appeal to request (Y/N) back into your team when Min Yoongi fucked up.”

             Jimin was powerless in this situation. He knew. No matter how shit arsehole Min Yoongi was, he was not one to fuck up anything. Q Squad is the leading counter-ghoul squad in KCCG. Min Yoongi was known for his excellent skills individually and collectively. Each week, his team report was always the most impressive followed by Jimin’s team.

             “Investigator (Y/N), you may return back to Yoongi’s quarter and proceed with your first team mission in your new team.” Namjoon dismissed you with a smile. His dimple poked through his cheeks. Your heart fluttered against your will. “I expect a good result by the end of the week.”

             “Yes, I won’t disappoint you, Director Kim.” Bowing your way out, you walked back to Yoongi’s office. Along the way, you fought the strong urge to turn around because you felt the stares. For one, you knew it has to be Jimin’s.

             Knocking on the door, you called out his name before coming in, headfirst. “Investigator Min?”

             He has already started with his pile of paperwork. The room reeked of coffee from the amount of coffee he had consumed, and it was just 2 hours into the day. You stepped into the room and walked towards his desk.

             “Oh, (Y/N),” Yoongi finally looked up from his paperwork and at you, but confusion was quick to wear itself on his face.

            Shamelessly, he asked. “You just finished making up with Jimin?”

             “Wha– No!” A blush crept up to your cheeks as you realised why he asked that.

             Jimin smudged your lips a little while ago.

             Flustered, you quickly looked for the handkerchief in your coat. You remembered you had placed it inside one of the pockets this morning. Excusing yourself as you continued rummaging in your coat for the piece of fabric.

              When you finally felt the soft fabric of your handkerchief on your fingertips, before you could even grab it out of your pocket, a piece of soft cloth reached over to your lips, wiping off your lipstick.

             “Took you so long to even find a handkerchief,” Yoongi said aloofly.

             “I–I apologise,” your eyes looked at anything but his pale face.

             Min Yoongi was a beautiful man. His porcelain skin was soft, his eyes dark almost to the colour of black, and his dark raven hair that looked soft and fluffy. He was like a doll.

             A killer doll.

             When encountering the ghouls, Yoongi was nothing per the delicate description, especially with all the blood on his hands and some that splattered on his face.

             His duality was insane.

             “Give me your hand.” Yoongi called on you.

             A look of confusion was clear on your face, but he ignored it as he showed his palm, signalling you to put your hand on his. You obliged without any question.

             Yoongi took out something from his pocket and in a blink of an eye, blood was drawn from one of your fingers. The pain finally registered in your brain as you shrieked and tried to pull back your hand.

             He wasn’t letting you.

             The pain was not very intense but maybe it would leave a deep wound cut. Instead of putting pressure or even bothering to be concerned, Yoongi brought your bloody finger to your lips. He dabbed your blood from your finger to your lips.

             “That’s more natural, isn’t it?” Sadism shone in his eyes.

             You were unable to do anything.

             Yet again.

             As if you were under a spell, you were frozen against your will.

             Once Yoongi finished his little game, he released your hand carelessly. The handkerchief in your pocket was immediately retrieved and you put it over your bloody finger along with some pressure to stop further spill of blood.

             Only now you realised he had cut your finger with his folding knife.

             Yoongi brought the sharp metal to his mouth. Lips parting apart, he placed the knife on the pad of his tongue as he let the blood – your blood – transfer to his tongue. The wet muscle continued to glide on the knife until it was clean of your blood.

             “Welcome to Q Squad. Get ready for mission in 4th ward.”

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Steel Blue: The Breaking

Shades of Obsession

Steel Blue Masterlist

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Yandere Yoongi x Original Character

The following day had started unexpectedly to say the least. Holly had put it on herself to cook breakfast every day before she and Yoongi left for their respective workplaces. But she woke up to an empty bedside and the aroma of freshly made breakfast wafting through the drawing room and kitchen.

“Yoongi?” 

She had not even expected him to be there. Yoongi, whom she had come to know over the years with him, had the tendency to avoid confrontation, especially after any upsetting argument- it was his way of maintaining peace. 

So she was surprised, to say the least when she found him in the kitchen, making breakfast. 

“Oh, hi-good morning. Why don’t you freshen us, I’m almost done.” he turned to her and responded like it was an everyday occurrence.

Like things were not going downhill.

But she chose not to say a word and simply oblige. She did not even remember when she fell asleep last night. She had gotten straight home and then under the covers with the hope that by the time Yoongi would be home, she would be fast asleep. And it worked- because she had cried her way back to the apartment and then to her sleep.

And now she was simply tired.

Every time Holly saw him, all she could think of was how he revealed his thoughts regarding their engagement. And every time she looked at the gleaming diamond sitting on her finger, her heart ached.

The morning routine went by in monotony anyway. 

Breakfast on the table was dominated by silence. Though Yoongi did speak, occasionally showing interest in her colleagues and work projects, it was mostly white noise to Holly’s senses.

The day went by, and the next, and the following days.

He wanted to put effort, Holly could not unsee that- even if she wanted to. She was simply too tired and dismayed to respond. She was in Seoul because she had requested a transfer to the Seoul branch of the multinational company she worked in. She was about to complete her fourth year there and every time she realised that she was reminded of all the hollow dreams she had naively woven.

She returned to an empty apartment- nothing unusual for her anymore. Yet this time, the emptiness made her contemplate the most. It was like being a silent spectator when all the memories played in her mind. 

She ran her fingers through the shirt she had gifted him- black looked exceptionally good on him. She loved it when he wore black, especially with the Rolex watch that would gleam under expensive chandeliers. Paired with spectacles and he would be a sight to behold- too attractive to take her eyes off him.

She imagined him walking through the door in the exact getup, as he had done on their first date since she had moved to Seoul. 

Holly smiled, remembering the passionate night that had followed. She had stayed that night with him- and she could swear that there was no other home she wished to be in at that time. Yet, looking at how things turned up.

She could not help but bring the shirt closer and smell it. And though it smelled like all the freshly washed clothes in the closet- to her, it also smelt like all the beautiful moments they had spent together and the memories they shared.

And finally, the dam broke. Pitiful but0 unburdening sobs escaped her mouth as she sunk to the floor, her tears melting in the shirt, disappearing into the darkness. 

—------

 He could see it- the love of his life slipping from his fingers like fine sand- and each passing moment brought him closer to a confrontation Yoongi knew was inevitable. It was like something changed after that night after he finally confessed his truest thoughts about their engagement. 

Yoongi noticed how she would not play with the ring on his finger that much. In fact, she did not play with his hands that often. The nights of chatting in the dark became far in between. All of this had happened in just a week. 

The drastic change turned him even more desperate to save their relationship because no matter how rare his love confessions were, or what he thought regarding their engagement. He loved Holly Wilson with all of his heart. And he loved her enough to see a future with her. He loved her with all of his heart and every inch of his physical self and beyond. He loved her. He really did but it was a like a glass wall had appeared between them. No matter what he did, or said his actions, his message did not seem to reach her.

And this was exactly what was happening at the dinner at an expensive restaurant that had perfect privacy for them. On every rare occasion they could dine out together, in peace, they always would have so much to talk about. But this time, it was silence. And Yoongi was not familiar with the strange, uncomfortable silence.

He paid for the meal and began to drive home with Holly in the passenger seat. But it was like a switch flipped and he drove the car into a secluded road. He noticed her frown, but the lack of a verbal question ticked him off. Quickly parking the car on the side of the road, he turned to her.

“Why didn’t you question me?”

“What?” she was visibly confused and clueless.

“I took a wrong turn and you did not even mention it?”

“You drove through that path a hundred times, Yoongi, I thought you would know.”

“So? So you would not point it out to me?”

“What is this coming from?”

Yoongi looked away and fought back the tears stinging his eyes. Leaning against his seat, he let out a deep, anguished breath and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” he gulped, feeling his voice cracking “I am so, sorry. I messed up. I know I…But I can’t take this anymore. I feel it in my bones, I am losing you…” a single tear did manage to escape the corner of his eye before he turned towards her.

She had her eyes on him. The streetlight above them partially lit up her face, her eyes remained in the darkness but he could see the tears shining in them.

“Come back to me, Holly… Please come back to me.”

“Can you be as happy as you were before the engagement, Yoongi?” her voice was soft “Will you be a truly happy man in marriage Yoongi?”

“I am trying, please I’m trying to recover.”

“I don’t think it can be recovered, Yoongi.”

“Then what should I do!?” he asked- utterly tired and frustrated.

“Tell me honestly, Yoongi. Do you really believe that marriage is meaningless?”

“A ring does not decide our future, Holly it cannot.” he stated desperately, trying to express his point of view “It does not and cannot change the fact that I love you.”

“But it is important for me Yoongi. It is important. I tried so hard and I never intended to make you feel suffocated. But I did, didn’t I? I know your priorities, and I had promised myself to never interfere with that. But you are right. I tried too hard, and perhaps I did lose myself. I do not recognise myself anymore, I do not recognise you anymore, I do not know us anymore.”

Yoongi reached out his palm to touch her cheek.

“I will make this right. We have fought in the past and we always sorted a way out. We can do this.”

“Please be honest with me Yoongi, do you even want to marry me in future? Do you even see yourself married to me?”

“I…” his palm slipped away “Is marriage so important?”

He felt a drop of tear on his retreating hand before she looked away.

“Let’s just go back, it’s getting late. Not safe for us.” she whispered out. 

Yoongi sighed as he restarted the car. This was perhaps the most hopeless of situations he had been in so far with her. But he would make it right. He had to. 

“I will be leaving for shooting a music video tomorrow. I will be back in a week or so. We…We can visit Mr Kang then, okay? We will get through this, Holly, we always do.”

This time, he did not wait for her reply, he simply turned the car and drove through the route they always used.

—------

“Hyung?”

Yoongi turned around to find Namjoon behind him, a frown of concern settled between the younger’s eyebrows as he approached him.

“Joon, why are you up?”

“I could ask you the same. You smoking again?”

Namjoon knew that he smoked when he was stressed or sad. It was well past midnight and a smoking Yoongi at the Hotel lodge definitely concerned the younger, he could see it.

“Don’t worry, just trying to get through jetlag.”

Namjoon hummed and took a seat beside him. 

“You don’t smoke to get through jetlag, you smoke when you are stressed.” he pointed out.

Yoongi smiled and put the cigarette between his lips again. There was no hiding from his best friend.

“You spoke to Holly, right?”

Yoongi nodded slowly at the question “And we are still stuck…Does marriage really matter so much, Joon?”

“Depends from person to person. It might mean a lot to her and not as much to you. But that does not make you love each other any less, does it?” he replied simply

“I’m losing her Namjoon.” Yoongi felt the familiar sting behind his eyes as his mind replayed the last conversation they had two days ago. “And I cannot lose her, I love her.”

“Then show it to her. Call for her with all you have, put all you have into pursuing her back, and let your love speak in this situation. She loves you too, I see it in her eyes. She will see your love, she will understand.”

“You think I did not try?”

“Then try harder, try just as desperate as you feel.”

“I love her, Namjoon. I cannot lose her.”

“We do not lose our lovers, hyung. You know that right?” there was a strange gleam in Namjoon’s eyes.

Sometimes, Yoongi forgot how things worked in their world.

“Marriage will change everything, Namjoon. I will fail as a husband, she will hate me.”

“Why would she? And why would you fail? You make her so happy and she makes you happy. Just don’t give up. Just don’t give up hyung.” he engulfed Yoongi into a heartwarming hug with that.

“I won’t. I love her, I cannot let her go,” he whispered to himself as he returned the gesture.

He was lucky to have his best friends by his side.

He would fight for her, for them. For their love.

—------

It was strange to have only shared four video calls in the span of a whole week with the love of his life. But the crew and the members had an extremely busy week shooting for the music video. But he texted her every time he went to bed and as soon as he would up.

And their flow of texts had been surprisingly normal. He actually went to bed with a smile. He could not attend the session the previous week, but his time, Yoongi was more than ready to visit Dr Kang with Holly.

He wanted to rush home as soon as his flight landed back in Seoul, but the Dorm was closer and everyone was exhausted. So, instead, he went back to the Dorm along with the members. He had a surprise dinner date planned for the night. But he needed to be refreshed and awake for that.

—-----

“Hyung? Suga Hyung! Wake up, it’s six. The reservation is at seven-thirty.” Jungkook shook Yoongi awake.

Within moments, the sleepy haze was replaced by mild panic.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” Yoongi hissed as he rushed in and out of the bathroom, refreshing himself and choosing an apt outfit for the date

“We woke up an hour ago. Go get freshened up.”

Yoongi did not need to be told twice, he was already inside the bathroom by the time Jungkook was done speaking.

After quickly dressing himself up, skipping the tie because he was already running late, he drove towards his home, stopping by to buy a bouquet of roses. But the florist had run out of roses, so he offered to make a bouquet of pink carnations and white lilies. It was a lovely decoration and Yoongi could not wait to see Holly’s smile at the sight of the flowers.

When was the last time he had brought flowers for her again?

He did not remember.

Throughout the week away from Holly, away from home, he had come to realise many things, one of which was how little he had given attention and effort to the relationship that meant everything to him.

But he was going to make everything right. He had to.

He did to ring the doorbell, but instead put on the passcode- he wanted to surprise her. She would not expect him with a bouquet.

The familiar smell of home greeted him as soon as he entered the apartment.

“Holly, I’m home!"

His hold tightened on the bouquet as excitement surged through him

“Holly?” 

There was no reply.

He marched into their shared bedroom.

“Holly are you—”

He stopped midway at the monochromatic and pristine setting of the bedroom.

It was strange…

The bathroom door was left ajar with no sign of anyone there. He checked still.

No one. Empty.

“Holly?” he called out aloud.

The apartment was clearly empty. 

With the intention of calling her, he was about to keep the bouquet on the table when he noticed it.

The ring was placed neatly on the table and a voice recorder along with it.

It was like a sudden chill that had settled on his stomach. But he wanted to rationalise himself. 

Maybe…Maybe she had just taken it off and forgotten.

With that thought, he rushed towards their shared closet. And to his utter dread, the sight of her missing clothes and luggage froze him.

He stood there, for one good minute, simply trying to fight back the devastation and breathlessness that followed.

She left.

She left him, just walked away from him, from his life, from his love.

He rushed back to the table where the voice recorder sat plainly. With shaking hands, he took it and switched it on, the bouquet sat on the ground, he did not even notice when he had dropped it.

“Yoongi, I love you. And I am saying this first because my actions do not match my words. But know this, I have always loved you and will love you still. By the time you receive this message, I would be sitting on my flight. I knew you were going to return today, Hoseok told me that you have a surprise for me so I should be ready for the evening.” 

There was a slight pause and chuckle., but Yoongi was already out of the apartment, grabbing the car key as his hold tightened on the recorder. 

He reached the car at record speed. The sky above him rumbled but his attention was on her voice.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried, I really tried. But that night, when you revealed what you really felt about our engagement, it was like…like a string that snapped within me. Like all the hopes, all the motivation, it flew off. I could see you putting up efforts, I could see that you cared…But it felt too late Yoongi.”

Her voice cracked in the end but he shook his head, wiping off his incessant tears as he pressed on the accelerator.

“I know marriage does not stand much significance to you, I know you felt like we could do better without it. And I know that you thought that you could not be a good husband or a good father. But I saw you, and still see you, as the perfect man Yoongi. You would have been an excellent husband and one of the best fathers in the world. To me, you were always perfectly imperfect. Maybe slightly rough around the edges, but a masterpiece nevertheless. I love how passionate you are about music, how dedicated you are to your profession, your band, your music, and what a beautiful person you are. Even if I failed to make you feel so, you made me happy, Yoongi. You gave me, the happiest four years of my life. I would never…I would never forge-t that. I want y-you to know that it was not an easy step for me to take. T-to say yes to my transfer to another country. And when…when they gave me the option to stay, o-or accept the relocation, all I could think was how I wished to say. I really did Yoongi…”

He could clearly hear the struggle against her own emotions in her voice. How she was fighting to not break down.

Yoongi’s vision was blurred with tears, but he did not stop driving.

“I wanted to stay, Yoongi. But I cannot do that- not anymore. We are not the same people we once were. And it is natural to grow. We simply could not grow together. Marriage might not mean a lot to you but to me…it means everything. And I’m sorry if I made you feel pressured to propose to me, I'm sorry if I made you feel suffocated. I’m sorry if I made you feel not worthy enough, I-I’m  sorry if I could not be the lover you deserve. B-But I must let you know this, Yoongi, that I had always loved you. A-And even though we did not get the happy ending we once dreamt of, it’s okay, I got to know you, I could love you with…with all m-my heart and soul and I could feel your love…That is enough for me. We loved, we laughed…And we were happy once. And that is…Everything to me…And you were right, I am not the same person anymore. I do not even recognise myself now- I need to find myself Yoongi, not only for my sake but for the love we once shared...”

There was a queue till the gates of the international terminal. With no other option, he parked his car sideways, though he knew that he would be fined heavily for that, he could care less. 

His grip tightened on the recorder still playing, despite the blinding drumming of the heavily pouring. But all he could focus on  was rushing toward the terminal gate

“So remember this, Min Yoongi, Holly Wilson loved you with all her heart. And although it was the most difficult decision I had to take- and I know that you might hate me for this- this is the most difficult goodbye I had to say–a-and like a coward, I could not even say it in person, because I would not have been able to say it to you like that. I love you, I always w-will, and I hope you find someone who can truly make you happy…Goo—shit it’s so hard—okay…Goodbye Min Yoongi. Please forgive me if you can. I know you would be happier some day.”

The recording ended and he was close to the terminal. He gasped through the pouring rain as he increased his place, all his focus on the terminal gates. He felt like he was bouncing on his steps. 

And one moment, he was so close to reaching the shade, crossing the road, and the next moment, a deafening horn was all he could hear and screeching of the tyres until he felt the weighted push, making him fall to the ground against his shoulder before his head hit the road. The pain sent his ears ringing and his nose blocking. The voice recorder fell from his grip. He could feel the thrumming of multiple footsteps, but things were fading so soon.

He wanted to scream that she was wrong. She made him the happiest man alive, he wanted to stop her, reach her, pull her in his arms and apologise for making her feel like she was not enough.

But everything crumbled before his eyes as his vision darkened and he was forced to close his eyes.

****

So, this was one hell of an angst ride. Hope you all liked it because the story is going to take a turn.

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Silence swept into the space in which you and Yoongi shared; the words he had spoken allowed doubt to settle within your determination. He had read you like an open book, and it made you feel vulnerable. You had to admit he was skilled, being able to read through your façade from just one look. Of course, it was humiliating, and it had left you feeling uneasy to say the least, but you had come to him with a purpose, and you wouldn’t waiver just because he had said what you knew to be true.

that you hated being a Jeon. 

You took a deep breath and glanced around the room ensuring no one could listen into your conversation.

“I see” you began, pressing your lips together nervously. “You're correct, I didn't come to meet you, I already knew who you were before I came to you and yes, indeed it makes me sick to my stomach to admit that I'm married into this family” you confessed which caused Yoongi to raise his eyebrows in surprise. 

He hadn’t expected you to be so forward, to be so vocal regarding your distaste for the Jeon family all while standing in a room full of their loyal comrades. Either you were incredibly dense or really ballsy. Regardless, it intrigued him beyond comprehension. There was something different about you, a drive he couldn’t understand, a hunger in your eyes that he couldn’t avoid.

“Well, what did you come here for exactly?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes on you. 

You were hesitant to reply, in your mind a war between your desires and your logic was brewing. You didn’t know anything about the man who stood before you besides his name and his reasons to hate your husband’s family, could you trust him? or would he turn around and stab you on the back? Perhaps, your avidity to find an ally was clouding your better judgement.

Yet, you were in dire need of help. As much as you trusted yourself and your plan, you were more then certain it was not a task that only you could take on.

“I came to you because I need your help” you advised, holding your head high as the words came from your lips. “You and I both hate the Jeon family for our unfortunate reasons” you spoke, your voice faltering. You recalled the details Ha-yoon had shared only moments before and your heart tightened at the thought of what he had lost.

“I come to you with a proposition” you announced, looking around you as some guests passed by causing your words to come to a halt. Yoongi stood in silence, awaiting the words he knew were soon to come. “I want to make an alliance with you,” you continued, once you were alone. “We both have something to gain from their downfall, why don't we help each other?”

Yoongi’s eyes traveled down to his shoes; he took a drink from the whiskey in his hand as he thought over what you had just said. Yoongi wasn’t someone who needed allies, he was sure he could do bad all on his own but having his enemy's wife make such an offer made him reconsider.

“And what makes you think you can trust me?” he pondered, looking back into your eyes. 

“I don't but it's a risk I'm willing to take if it means I get to be free” you responded without a hitch in your voice. Yoongi nodded, his eyes trailing to the side “I have to congratulate you Mrs. Y/n, you make a compelling argument” he said, a smirk crawling to his lips. 

“I know” you nodded, confidently. “I know that you want this as much as me if not more and, in my opinion, it would be foolish to turn me down” he chuckled at your words, the eagerness that dripped in them reminding him of his own need for retribution. 

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, “I mean what is your plan to put an end to them?”

“That is a conversation for a later time, Mr. Min.” 

“Is that so?”

“First I need to ensure you are on my side,” you said. 

“I like you, you’re smart” he responded, and you smiled. 

“I am” you reassured him “which means I will not lead you to failure.” 

Yoongi stood silent for some time, pondering his decision. He was not used to making deals with strangers, much less entertain such conversations with one but something about you compelled him to break his own rules and your words urged him to agree. You spoke with honesty, something he was not used to in this business. He could see the resolve dripping from where you stood, and it frightened and stimulated him all at the same time. 

“So, what do you say?” You raised your eyebrows, becoming anxious with his silence.

“why not” he shrugged, staring into your eyes with a smirk.

He didn't understand what had come over him, what had compelled him to agree so easily. To trust you in the way he had now but he did, and it was done. There was no turning back, he was not the kind of man who turned on his words or decisions. If he was to be your ally, then that's exactly what you would get. 

“And to honor the beginning of our alliance, I am going to give you a piece of advice” he hummed, finishing the last of his drink. 

“Don't think for a second that I have not been plotting myself” he assured you, stepping closer to where you stood, the small intrusion causing your heart to skip a beat. “You will gain nothing from screaming in anger, ignorant people like the Jeon family will never listen” he whispered. 

“I could create chaos if I wanted to, wipe out half the people in this room, and leave the Jeon’s with nothing” he taunted, your eyes roamed his face, the chilled expression he wore demonstrating he meant every word he said. “Not everything deserves a reaction. If you are angry and humiliated let it breed inside of you because when the moment comes when you get to pull the trigger, it is the only thing that you will have, use it wisely.”

His eyes stared deeply into yours, assuring you comprehended what he said, and you did. You had failed at concealing your emotions, you had unraveled under the pressure of your emotions time and time again and to put the cherry on top you had threatened Jungkook in your very home. The only thing that had saved you was his willingness to underestimate you. 

“I know how vexating it can be to sit next to the people who have ruined your life, to put up a facade for those here who have trapped you and your family in an unbearable situation but never” his stare was sharp and filled with rage “never let them know your next move.”

He leaned in closer, and you could smell his cologne, the fresh and woody aroma causing you to close your eyes in infatuation. “If you are confident your plan will work, which I'm sure mine will” he emphasized “Then there's no need for you to combust” Yoongi concluded. 

He glanced over at your face, the expression of desire that remained there causing another smirk to appear on his lips. He noticed your lack of experience and he was aware that both of you were a means to an end for each other but if you were to be his ally, he needed you to be perfect. there was no room for error, he would turn you into the embodiment of revenge. 

“Play pretend for as long as you can” he pulled away, causing you to open your eyes and look into his eyes again. It’s as if you were in a trance and Yoongi was the snake guiding you through it. “If they want you to be a trophy wife then be a damn Oscar.”

“By the way” he added, reaching his hand to move a strand of your hair from your eyes, the action causing chills to rise on your skin.  “Your husband is approaching, and he does not look happy” he chuckled lowly as he took a step back, burying his hands in his pockets as he positioned himself back into his cool and poise persona. 

You cleared your throat and for a moment you could feel your cheeks heat up. You were sure it was caused by the way he was able to express himself, so confident in contrast to you. It caused something to erupt in your body, a nerving yet exciting feeling and you couldn't get enough. 

Never in a million years did you think you would be looking up to a man like Yoongi. There was still so much you didn't know about him but the longer you stood there, the more you understood him. He was willing to enter a room with people he knew loathed him and yet, was able to remain unphased, as if he was untouchable.

You still had so much to learn about this world and if Yoongi was willing to teach you then you were just as willing to learn.

“Wait how can I contact you again?” you asked urgently.

“don’t worry, ill find you” he grinned.

you heard quick and heavy footsteps approaching and your eyes remained locked with Yoongi’s as he gave you a knowing nod. You smirked as you gave use to his advice, the Y/n who would usually react or shift in uneasiness was no longer present. Instead, you remained calm and controlled.

“Hey,” Jungkook spoke as he arrived, wrapping his arm around your waist. You could immediately tell this was not the usual theatrical touch of affection he usually gave when in the public eye. No, this one was different, the way his hand clasped around your waist, tight but not tight enough to hurt you, almost as if he was claiming you.

His eyes pierced into Yoongi, and you couldn't decipher his stare. Was he angry? Jealous?

No, he was threatened. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere” Jungkook huffed, planting a small kiss on the side of your head. You were taken back by the sudden showers of affection; he had demonstrated more warmth towards you tonight than he had the entire year you had been married. He was putting on his best show and it was ridiculous. You wanted to shove him across the room, but you held yourself together, mustering the biggest smile you could fabricate. 

Two could play this game.

“Oh, have you?” you asked, your eyes furrowing in confusion. “I've been here all this time, my love” You wanted to choke at the last words that fell from your lips, but you refrained, swallowing harshly. 

“I can see that '' Jungkook spoke bitterly, his eyes never leaving Yoongi. Yoongi held Jungkook's stare, a taunting smile playing on his lips. “I was just getting to know Mr. Min here, why on earth have you never introduced us?” you asked. 

You took note of Jungkook's discomfort as he took the tone of your voice. It was pitched and excited and he had never heard you sound so gleeful. his hand trembled against the fabric of your dress, and it caused a sense of joy to bubble within your gut. He was fuming and you loved every little second of it. 

“Mrs. Y/n is delightful” Yoongi spoke, his eyes meeting yours for a short moment then falling back on Jungkook. “Yes, I'm aware my wife is extraordinary” Jungkook hissed, making his distaste of the interaction known.

“I have some other guests I would like to introduce you to” he informed you, his stare only on you now. You looked up at him, holding onto a wide grin for dear life. Yoongi held back on a chuckle that threatened to rip through his chest as he watched you struggle to be passive, clearing his throat to grab your attention. 

“It was a pleasure, Mrs. Y/n” he smiled, a smile you knew held a secret only you two knew. “I hope to see you around more often,” he concluded. Yoongi reached for your hand and held it up to his lips, planting a small kiss on the skin there.

You could feel Jungkook’s glare burn into the both of you and a sudden wave of adrenaline came over you. Following this plan had never brought you such enjoyment, it had always been laborious and exhausting but now, you had found a new sense of pleasure.

Jungkook didn't bother to say any goodbyes, as he ripped you away from the spot in which you stood. His steps were rushed and heavy as he walked away, having you struggle to keep up. “Jungkook, could you please slow down?” You called after him but when he turned you noticed his angered eyes, pure rage pouring from his pores as he looked down at you. 

“Why were you speaking to him?” he almost yelled. You had never seen him like this, the man who you knew to be stoic had completely disappeared and in his place was now a man unable to contain his anger. The sight alone caused a thrilling rush within your chest and yes, maybe you were crazy, but you couldn't help but feel accomplished. 

“What's wrong?” you asked, innocently Tilting your head in fake confusion. He huffed, his eyes scanning the room before falling back on you. “Do you know who he is?” he asked, his steps coming to a complete stop. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing had become labored leaving him unable to hide the absolute irritation flowing through his veins. 

“How would I know? I barely know anyone in this room” you spoke simply, a small smile hiding behind your puzzled stare. You were in complete awe at his sudden reaction and for a moment, all you desired was for someone to hand you a camera to capture this moment forever.  

You never wanted to forget it, the utter frustration that he now carried. It fed into your hunger, and you wanted more. 

“Never mind” he sighed “just don't speak to him again” he reached for your hand and held it in his, the skin of his palm red and warm against yours. the contact made you jolt, you weren’t accustomed to being constantly touched by him, it was more than rare, and you wondered why he felt so comfortable doing so.

Sure, the purpose of this evening was essentially to celebrate your one-year anniversary and you had expected the usual touch of affection but the way he was holding you, reaching for you it was not the act you were used to. He led you through the room, almost pulling you as he continued his fast pace. 

It was then that you understood that Jungkook had met his match, to him you were just a wailing spoiled brat, someone whom he didn’t think twice about underestimating but Yoongi, Yoongi was different. Jungkook was smart enough to not undervalue his opponent. Yoongi was powerful and influential just like him and that he couldn't ignore.

His touch was an act of declaration that you were his wife.

You knew it was not because he cared or wanted to protect whatever relationship it was you shared, it was entirely for his ego, but you didn’t care. You were fulfilled. you were just a step closer to your freedom and to say you were happy was an understatement. Nothing, not even Jungkook’s childish behavior could take that from you.

“Hey! There you are” the man who you came to know as Taehyung spoke from a small circle which Jungkook led you to. you rolled your eyes at the way he held you as if you were his possession. His hand tightly grasped yours as if you could slip away at any moment, but you didn’t protest, you remained silent and willing even if you wanted to pull away.

If you had learned anything tonight, it was that for your plan to work you needed to be tame. You would bow in obedience even if it made your skin crawl. Forgotten were the days you would unravel in anger and agony. The broken and weak woman who reflected in your mirror had ceased to exist.

Every move would be calculated, and above all else, you would wear the disguise of a loving wife. You needed to be in control, no longer would you beg for consideration or sympathy. You didn’t need those things anymore.

You smiled as you approached Jungkook’s friends, allowing him to stand beside you like the proud husband he pretended to be, his arm wrapping tightly around you once again.

“Hello everyone, I would like you to meet my wife” he announced, a small smile playing on his lips. It almost felt like he was showing off an expensive car or a new Rolex, the way they all stared at you as if you were an object. You offered a bright smile, your cheeks burning from the strain you were causing on them. 

“Y/n,” you said, separating from the title of just ‘wife’ and allowing yourself to feel less like an item and more like an actual human being. They all greeted you with a small wave and quick smiles except for Taehyung. His smile was radiant in contrast with the others who surrounded him, he focused his eyes on you almost as if he was drinking you whole.  

He appeared to glow amidst the dark and tense environment, his eyes expelling a certain genuineness that you couldn't quite put your finger on. “Kim Taehyung,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. He extended his hand which you took in yours, giving it a soft shake.

“It's great finally putting a face to the name” he chuckled which caused you to smile, a real smile. You felt at ease while you stood in front of him like you didn't have to pretend to be anything or anyone under his gaze and you noted how dangerous that was. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only one standing in the room with him.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Mr. Kim” you replied. 

“Oh please, call me Taehyung” he smiled again “Those kinds of formalities make me feel suffocated” You laughed, a real laugh. “Jungkook here had you hidden away” he exclaimed, looking over at his best friend who stood in silence. Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed. 

“You weren’t even here for the past year, Tae” Jungkook stated, a tone of annoyance and amusement in his voice. You furrowed your brows for a moment, opting to listen to their banter.

“It wasn’t even that long” Taehyung protested. They both chuckled and you realized it was the first time you had ever heard Jungkook genuinely laugh. He sounded like a kid with no worries, his laughter was carefree and contagious. Not one that taunted you or one that was used to conceal his emotions but a laugh that poured out of him because he truly felt like laughing and for a moment, it made you smile. 

“Yeah, you were only supposed to be gone for 3 months” Jungkook exclaimed which only caused Taehyung to laugh harder. “Come on, we all knew I wouldn't leave Paris in 3 months” Paris? For a year? You raised your brows, intrigued by the statement.

“Oh, I love Paris. I've been there a couple of times, was it business or pleasure?” you interrogated, ensuring you appeared interested but not enough to make anyone suspect of you. Taehyung grinned, winking in your direction. 

“Maybe a little bit of both” he replied, his answer was vague and left much to the imagination, you could tell he was withholding information underneath his charm. You were more than eager to know what drove him to spend an entire year in Paris. Was it illegal business? Was he trafficking guns or drugs? What role did he play in this business? 

You were consumed with curiosity, it was no secret that everyone here was active in the Jeon’s organization and in order for you to facilitate your plan you needed to know what roles they played, how big of an obstacle they would be to you.

“I miss it, I had so much fun while I was there” you encouraged him, begging him to bite into the bait you had set up. “Well, I didn't get to enjoy much of the city this time around, I mostly went to run an errand” he replied. An errand? What kind of errand? You nodded, attempting to piece together the details he shared. 

“Should we make our way to our table? The dinner will be starting soon” Jungkook interrupted, bringing you closer to his side. Your eye twitched for a moment, feeling a familiar sense of irritation nestling itself in your gut. Could he let you finish a fucking conversation? You wanted to push him off and ignore his comment but instead, you looked up at him with a smile. 

“Could we stay a bit longer?” you asked, unable to conceal some of your frustration within the question. “Yeah, come on man I would love to hear about Y/n’s time in Paris” Taehyung chuckled; you looked back at him.

“As I would yours” you responded, if only he knew.

“Uh I guess yeah” Jungkook responded, doubt in his tone but as you looked back to Taehyung to continue your investigation you heard the loud sound of glass clinging. Your eyes were adverted to the front of the room where Jungkook’s father stood, in his hand a butter knife and wine glass. 

“Welcome everyone, thank you for joining us” he spoke, and his voice caused goosebumps to rise from your skin. You hated everything about the man. His voice and his face, his arrogance and his lack of emotions. You weren't surprised Jungkook had turned out the way he did. Looking at his father was as if you were staring into the eyes of the devil himself. 

“I would like to ask for you to take your seats, as dinner will be starting soon” he instructed, quickly everyone followed his command, dispersing to separate areas in the room and taking their seats in their designated tables. you were stunned at the way he had controlled the room, everyone acquiescent to his instructions. No one who was presently here would ever question the man and it made you shudder.

Taehyung sighed in disappointment and pressed his lips together “well, it seems we will have to hold this conversation at a later moment.” You hummed in agreement and felt Jungkook remove his arm from your waist and take your hand in his. “It seems so” you spoke and even if you had tried, you couldn't remove the dismay that your voice carried. 

Both you and Jungkook said your goodbyes and he led you towards the table that sat in the middle of the room. It was much larger and decorated then the rest, it was visible this table had received the most attention which meant it was specially set up for the Jeon’s. He pulled out your chair whilst you stood beside him, but your eyes remained around the room, trying to find Ha-yoon. 

“Take a seat” he whispered into your ear. You snapped your neck to look at him, stunned at how close he had gotten, you cleared your throat and did as told, slipping into the chair. He stood silent for a moment, noticing how tractable you had become. he blinked in suspicion, this wasn’t you. you were impulsive and defiant, and the shift concerned him. He shook the thought away, maybe you were just putting on your best behavior for tonight. Right?

He took the seat besides you and quickly reached for the champagne glass that waited for him, filled to the top. He looked back to you a second time and noted how confident you appeared in your seat, he knew you hated these kinds of events but tonight, you appeared to be enjoying every bit of it. He looked away quickly, taking a drink from the glass whilst his mind raced with questions.

you scanned the room, trying to find Ha-yoon amongst the unfamiliar faces in the room. You had left her to fend for herself and you felt immense guilt. You had been too consumed with your own desire to even realize that you had left her alone in a room full of criminals. Your eyes landed onto the bar and finally found her face, a sigh of relief falling from your lips when you confirmed she was okay. She sat with a drink in her hand, her head thrown back as she laughed with one of the waiters. At least, she was having fun. You made a mental note to apologize later for your carelessness. 

“Would you look at the happy couple” you withdrew your attention from Ha-yoon and focused on the man and woman who approached the table. Jungkook stood up and placed down his glass of champagne before bowing in front of his parents. you abstained from rolling your eyes and instead, stood up as well. You mimicked Jungkook’s actions and took an unwilling bow. The man who now stood in front of you didn’t deserve your respect but if you were to pretend to be amicable then unfortunately it was what you needed to do.

Jungkook’s father reached forward and patted his son on the back with a small chuckle. “What an evening this has been” he commented which gained him a smile from Jungkook. You knew your husband was feeling elated from the rather dull action. As it was his life’s purpose to make his father proud and he would’ve stopped at nothing to make it happen. He followed every command his father gave, incapable of ever defying him.

“It has been, Y/n and I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for us” Jungkook stated, and you struggled to keep the odium from your eyes as you looked towards him. You weren’t thankful, in all honesty you thought all of this was just a circus act. You would’ve preferred to be set on fire in the middle of a desert than to be here Yet, instead of contradicting Jungkook you nodded and smiled pleasantly.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Jeon everything is so beautiful.”

“It was nothing, it’s the least I could do” he spoke confidently.

The least he could do?

You had a long list of things he should’ve done, perhaps like not giving your father money to launder.

You hummed and took your seat, unable to keep up the obsequious act any longer. A thank you from your lips was all that he would get and even that you considered to be extreme. You watched as they took their seats next to Jungkook.

You dazed off as you heard the two men converse next to you, not bothering to listen in to anything that was being said. You knew they wouldn’t hold any important conversations in this room, Jungkook’s father loved his discretion and if he were to talk about his business it wouldn’t be in a place just anyone could hear. 

How you would adore being a fly on the wall in his office, though. 

“Hello everyone” you recognized the soft voice that floated in the air, it was the same voice that would calm you down from a tantrum, the same voice that sang to you at night when you were a child. a tightness soon formed in your heart as anxiety gripped you from all sides. Your eyes lifted from the piece of paper before you and in front of you stood your parents. You knew they would be in attendance, but seeing them now, within reach caused a wave of emotions to come crashing inside of you.

They looked elegant, your father wearing a black suit and your mother a beautiful red gown, you noted how content they appeared. Of course, how could they not as they took their seats besides you, unaware of their daughters' sacrifice. You felt yourself shrink in your seat and your heart began to race in your chest. You wanted to run, to hold onto the little scraps of self-control you had left but you remained seated.

You couldn’t allow them to have this much affect on you, you couldn’t allow them to affect you at all.

“Y/n” your father spoke, a small smile laying on his face and for a moment, you wanted to reach forward to embrace him. to tell him how much you had missed him, to cry on his shoulder like you used to. It had been so long since you had seen them, and you had wanted it to remain this way, only then could you avoid feeling the way you did now. Cutting off contact was the only method you had to keep the last bit of your sanity, knowing that they had sold you off into a despicable family had put a strain in your relationship.

Even if they were oblivious to the truth.

“Father” you responded, lowering your gaze when you felt his eyes on you. You needed to hold your composure even if deep inside the only thing you wanted to be was his little girl again, even if all you wanted was for him to protect you. “Mother” you then said, you looked up into her eyes and she held your gaze.

Inside you were screaming for help, pleading for them to come save you.

“You look beautiful” she said, and you could hear the way she choked on the words, tears beginning to form within the eyes that were similar to yours. “As do you” you responded formally, holding back on the whimper that sat on your tongue. 

The night didn't feel as victorious anymore, instead you were now consumed by melancholy. You had never been able to understand what had led to this, you were a good daughter. The father that you knew would’ve never done this to you and the mother that nurtured you for so long would’ve never allowed it. nothing was more painful than grasping onto the version of who they used to be.

 Jungkook stared at you, hoping that for a moment you would crack. He could see the pain through your eyes, noticed your hands trembling underneath the table. Yet, to his disdain you kept your cool demeanor all while constraining your tears back.  

“I'm glad that we can come together like this, we should do this more often,” Jungkook's mother said which caused everyone to nod in agreement, everyone except for you of course. If it was up to you, you would never share the same room with these people again.

It was suffocating.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how is marriage?” she added, and you knew the question was directed towards you and Jungkook. You fidgeted uncomfortably in your seat, eyes scanning the table for a moment. It was a cruel question, she couldn’t have been that oblivious to the situation, right? You would’ve been open to talk about the way your marriage had broken you, the way it had you feeling like you were at the edge of a precipice, but you knew it wasn’t the answer that she wanted. Before you could form a coherent answer, you were stopped by the sound of Jungkook’s voice. 

“It’s been great” he reached for your hand that laid on your lap under the table and covered it in his. Your eyes remained on your hands interlinked for a moment, unable to process what was happening. “I’ve never felt such harmony and happiness and it’s all thanks to my wife” he lied, looking over at you. You scoffed and chuckled as everyone smiled approvingly. Gleaming at the fraudulent marriage Jungkook spoke of. 

You didn't dare look at him, knowing that once you looked into his eyes you would be able to notice the way he feigned love and admiration. Did he ever get tired? Of pretending?

“Awe don't be shy Y/n” his mother said, taking your silence for diffidence. In reality you just couldn’t sustain such a lie, you weren’t good at it, at least not as good as Jungkook. Instead, you offered her a tight-lipped smile and removed your hand from Jungkook’s grasp, pretending to hold the menu with it. 

Jungkook’s father cleared his throat and held up his glass of champagne “I would like to make a toast to the union we have made, may we continue to prosper as a family” you could tell his words were a double-sided blade, it let you know that your lack of enthusiasm towards the topic hadn’t gone unnoticed and it made your skin crawl. You reached for your own glass and raised it as well, looking over at him and holding his gaze. 

While they toasted to the union of the family, you toasted for the destruction of it.

You sipped on the champagne, never breaking eye contact with the man who sat beside Jungkook, whilst his eyes held contempt, yours held anger and you both battled for dominance. Once the cool liquid passed your throat, you sighed in pleasure, a grin appearing upon your face. 

You reminded yourself of Yoongi’s words and nodded your head towards him respectfully, putting your champagne glass down. “May we continue to prosper, Mr. Jeon” you bit, and you noticed the way his smile fell. It appeared he was prepared to speak but once his lips parted and he began to form words, the waiters arrived, placing various assortments of food on the table. 

“Oh, this all looks magnificent!” your mother cheered, her voice causing you to withdraw your attention from Jungkook's father. You looked down at the delicious meals that had been prepared but you weren’t eager to break bread with anyone sitting at this table. Instead, you gulped down the rest of the champagne in your glass and signaled one of the waiters to bring you another.

“So…” your mother began with a small smile. “When are the grandbabies coming?” you swallowed harshly. The question was ridiculous. You knew that being a mother was not in the books for you, partly because you had to at least have sex to have a conceive a child and then because you wouldn’t dare bring a life into this mess. 

“Well uhm” Jungkook attempted to answer but the question appeared to be too much for him to handle. “We aren’t ready yet” you announced which caused the table to silence. You could see the disappointment fall upon the faces of both you and Jungkook’s parents at the answer.

“You have been married for a year; I think it’s the perfect time for you to give us a grandchild” Jungkook’s mother suggested. You picked up on the judgmental tone in which she spoke, her eyes glaring into you. Of course, you would be the one to blame for not providing an heir to solidify the unification of both families because who else was to blame, your husband? No, men weren’t blamed for these things. 

“I think she means we are busy, mom” Jungkook clarified, glancing over at you for a moment.

“I mean I understand you are running a business Jungkook, but your wife barely does anything besides go shopping and mingle with her friends during brunch!” The statement left you breathless. How fucking dare she? Everything you did was controlled by them, you wouldn’t be capable of doing anything if it wasn’t up to their standard, to their approval. You were blinded by the outrage ready to spill past your lips, snapping your eyes in her direction.

“don’t be so harsh on her” your mother spoke “though my daughter does not have a business to run she has single handedly gained your family popularity amongst all the elite inner circles, she’s a respected socialite.”

“That is true my dear, Y/n here has gained us popularity which will come in handy to us soon” Jungkook’s father spoke, grinning. You narrowed your eyes in his direction now, a puzzled expression on your face. How would you be of any help to him? if he thought for a second that you would partake in any of his illicit businesses then he was mistaken. Your father might have been an easy target, but you were far less gullible. You knew the kind of people they were, how they delt with their business and it was pure evil.

“How so?” Your father spoke, you took in the eagerness in his question, his willingness to collaborate with Mr. Jeon and you couldn’t avoid the distaste in your mouth. Regardless, you wanted to know the answer too. How would Mr. Jeon use you now, what was it that he needed from a housewife with influence.

“I wanted to hold back on sharing this but since we are here together now it will be far easier to announce the news” he spoke, looking over at Jungkook. “I plan to temporarily resign from my position as chairman of the Jeon company and allow passage for my son to take my place for the time being” you blinked quickly, taken back by his words. Something was off and you knew it and the outer shock written all over Jungkook’s face only further confirmed it.

“What do you mean dad?”  Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows while his father laughed, patting his son on the back. “I am sure you will do great managing the business whilst I’m gone” Jungkook nodded but you could see the apprehension loom over his head.

“Well, what will you be doing instead?” your mother asked this time “are you sick?” Jungkook’s father chuckled loudly, throwing his head back.

“God no” he answered “I’m in great shape which is why I’ve made this decision” he took a deep breath and sighed and this time his eyes fell on you.

“I will be announcing my campaign as governor soon and Y/n here could assist me with her influence, once I’m running it will be hard for me not to win when I have the popular vote” he sneered. You sat completely still, your mind racing with questions. Why would he want to run for governor? He had money, he had power, he ran a multi-billionaire illegal business and now all of a sudden, he wanted to get into politics. Why?

“Do I have your support, Y/n?” he asked and now all eyes were on you. you blinked trying to gather your thoughts. Your eyes searched the room for someone who would know exactly what to do with the predicament you were now facing but you were met with the same wave of unfamiliar faces.

You were sure you wouldn’t help this man in a million years, whatever it was that he was planning you were sure it wasn’t with the best of intentions, and you wanted nothing to do with it. You thought for a moment of how this would help you, but you couldn’t see anything beneficial about it, it was just the Jeon family finding new ways to trap you in their web. Once you found Yoongi, you realized his stare was already on you. You took a deep breath, and it only took him a moment to notice your panicked stare.

What would Yoongi do in this situation? What decision would he make?

Yoongi gave you a slight nod almost as if he knew what you were asking, you furrowed your brows in confusion and looked away, glancing back at Mr. Jeon who sat expectantly for your answer.

‘Never let them know your next move.’

Yoongi’s voice replayed in your mind as you pondered over your answer. you cleared your throat and forced a smile.

“Well of course Mr. Jeon, you have my full support.”

“attagirl” he cheered causing everyone sitting at the table to smile and cheer along with him.

“After my campaign is over, you can have all the babies you want!” he exclaimed like he was granting you permission and your father clapped in excitement. “It will be a fruitful year for sure” your father assured whilst everyone raised their glasses in celebration.

You remained still for a moment and then lifted your own glass.

you were going to ensure he never got what he wanted again, you would take everything away from both him and his son all while smiling sweetly in their face.

No more wins and no more success, and no goddamn grandkids.

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Amygdala

Masterlist

chapter 12

Yoongi awoke to a sharp elbow jabbed harshly into the flesh of his stomach. 

With a groan he turned over, releasing Margot from his grip and allowing her to scramble away from him. It was only when he heard the thump against the floor followed by a sharp yelp that Yoongi fully opened his eyes. 

A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand told him it was only four in the morning, too early to be dealing with any antics. 

“Jagi,” he groaned, rolling over to look at Margot who was half tangled in the blankets still and sprawled rather uncomfortably on the floor of his bedroom. “It’s too early for this.” 

“Fuck you.” She groaned in turn, not making any move to get up off the floor, still a little winded from her unexpected tumble off the bed. 

With a tired sigh, Yoongi pushed himself up off the bed. “Are you coming back to bed or are you staying on the floor?” he asked, scrubbing a hand over his face. 

“I think I’ll stay on the floor!” she declared breezily. “It’s quite comfortable down here.” 

Yoongi hummed, throwing his feet over the side of the bed, standing so that he could lean down and scoop her up blankets and all. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” she shrieked, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability as he began to walk them out of the room. 

“Going to make some tea.” he grumbled, walking them to the kitchen and setting her down on a seat next to the island.

“Tea?” 

“To help you sleep.” 

She scoffed, pulling the blanket around herself like a cocoon. “I would sleep much better at home in my own bed.” 

He only hummed in response, puttering around his kitchen as he began to prepare a cup of tea for her. 

“When can I go home?” she asked, voice small as she pulled the edges of the blanket even tighter around her. 

Yoongi paused, frozen for a moment as the question hit him. “This is home, jagi.” He answered as he resumed the motions of making tea. 

“This is your home. When can I go back to my home?” 

He sighed, placing a mug down on the counter. “You tried to leave me, jagiya. You can’t go home anymore.” 

“So you’re going to keep me prisoner?” 

“You’re not a prisoner, jagiya.” he refuted, pouring hot water into the mug and letting the tea leaves steep. “You can come and go as you please so long as you have someone with you.” 

“So I can leave only if you’re with me. How is that not being a prisoner?” she asked, staring down at her toes, curled around the bar between the chair legs. 

“It doesn’t have to be me. Your security team can go with you.” 

“So guards? Like a prisoner?” 

With another heavy sigh, Yoongi made his way over to her, slipping his hand along the curve of her jaw and tipping her head up so that she was looking at him as his hand settled with his thumb under her chin keeping her head tipped up. 

“I want you to be happy here, Mari-ah.” he rumbled, drinking in her features and taking note of how exhausted she looked. 

He was sure they both looked exhausted. It had been a long night for both of them with not nearly enough rest. 

“You’re not a prisoner. My home is your home, but I cannot…” He paused, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes as he tried to reign in his emotions. He was still reeling from the panic of nearly losing her. “I cannot lose you. Not again.” 

“You can’t lose what you never had, Yoongi.” she sighed, pushing his hand away as he looked at her almost wounded. “And I don’t want to be with you.” 

“I know you’re not happy to be here.” he conceded. “This isn’t how I wanted this to happen either, but we’re here now. The only thing we can do is move forward.” 

“I want to go home.” 

“That’s just not possible.” 

Yoongi moved away, partially to finish preparing her tea and partially to escape the way she was looking at him, eyes dark and pleading, begging him to give in and let her have her way. In any other matter he probably would have, but not in this. 

“What about my job? My life?” 

“You don’t need to work. I can take care of you.” 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “With your criminal enterprises?” 

“I don’t want to argue with you, Mari.” he walked over, steaming cup of tea in hand. 

“It’s  not drugged is it?” she asked, eyeing it suspiciously as she took it, giving the cup a tentative sniff. 

“No, but it will help you sleep.” 

“I don’t want to sleep.” 

Yoongi regarded her carefully, taking in the way she was curled in on herself, the dark smudges under her eyes, the faint tremble in her fingers as she held the mug close to her chest. 

She needed to sleep, but he doubted she was going to allow herself to relax enough to go back to bed, not anytime soon at least which was going to make this an even longer night for the both of them. Dawn hadn’t even begun to break over the horizon yet. 

“How is this going to work?” she asked, voice small but still drawing Yoongi’s attention to her like a magnet. 

“How is what going to work, jagi?” 

“This.” she gestured vaguely around her. “What are the parameters? How do you expect this to go? People are going to notice I’m missing.” 

“You’re not missing.” he shrugged, brushing off that concern right off the bat with a nonchalance that bothered her. “I’m not holding you prisoner. This is your home as much as it is mine. I’m not going to stop you from going out. I’m not going to take away your access to the world.” 

“I just can’t leave you.” she finished for him, staring at her mug with a furrow between her brows.

“You can’t leave me.” he confirmed. “Hey.” he called out to her softly, tipping her chin up to face him again. “It’s not so bad. We can be happy together. Just like old times.” 

“That was six years ago, Yoongi. We’re very different people now.” 

“Not so different.” he disagreed. “But you’re right. We do need to set some rules.” She tensed, her shoulders pulling back as though she was bracing for a blow. “I don’t want to restrict you, jagiya, but I need to know that you’re safe, that you’re here.” 

“That I haven’t run away from you.” she added bitterly. 

“That too.” he conceded, not even trying to hide the fact that he had an almost unhealthy need to have her next to him. “You can go where you like. You can see where you like, but I need to know where you are at all times.” 

“I’m not a child, Yoongi.” 

“No, but you are a woman with a history of trying to slip away from me.” he pointed out, leveling her with a blank stare that dared her to argue that point with him. “If you go out, I need to know where you are. I need to know you’re safe, and that means that either I or your security team needs to be with you.” 

“How many people are on my security team?” 

“At the moment?” he asked, and she nodded. “Six. Two with you at all times, and they rotate in shifts.” 

“That’s a lot of people just to keep an eye on me.” 

“You’re the most important thing in my life, Margot.” he stated, his voice calm but completely serious as he spoke. “I can’t risk anything happening to you.” 

“Yeong is part of my team.” she ventured to guess as she turned her eyes back to the mug gripped between her hands. “And the guy from earlier.” 

“Yes.” he nodded. “They can take you anywhere you need to go.” 

“Do they report to you if I go out?”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment before answering. “They do.” 

“So you get to know where I am at all times whether I want you to or not.” she pointed out, taking a sip from her tea. It was warm and earthy in flavor, some sort of herbal mix meant to help her relax and drift back off to sleep.

“I love you, Margot, but I won’t risk leaving you again.” 

Her head shot up at that. “You don’t love me.” she shook her head, eyes troubled and a deep frown etched onto her features. “You don’t even know me anymore.” 

Yoongi smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. It was a bittersweet expression filled with a pain she didn’t want to put a name to. 

“I would love you even if I hadn’t seen you in fifty years.” he told her, hands coming to rest on the island, arms caging her in. “Letting you go six years ago was the biggest mistake of my life. I have regretted not telling you how I felt every day since you left.” She stared at him with wide eyes as he spoke, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Is it so terrible that I want you with me, jagiya?” she didn’t answer. “Losing you again would break me.” he admitted, voice low and raspy as he spoke. “I know this isn’t ideal. I know what I do scares you.” 

One of his hands shot out, plucking the mug from her grip just as her hold had begun to loosen. Yoongi set the mug aside, before lifting his hand to brush some loose hair away from her face, gazing at her with an expression that settled somewhere between loving and manic. The glint in his eye sending a shiver down her spine. 

“I can protect you, jagiya. I can keep you safe, and everything will be as it should be. You never need to be a part of what I do. I just need you with me.” 

“You’re crazy.” she whispered, staring at him with fresh horror.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, shooting her a crooked grin, that disturbing glint still in his eye. “But I know what I want, and that’s you, jagiya. It’s always been you.” 

His grin faded as he continued to look at her, his eyes scanning her features and his look becoming serious.

“Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve built is nothing without you.” 

“You’ve completely lost your mind.” her voice was low and hushed as she spoke, her gaze less frightened and more pitying now as she examined the man before her. 

Yoongi leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the closeness, relishing the fact that she was allowing him so close. 

“I love you.” he whispered, the words loud in the silence of the room. 

“If you love me, let me go.” she whispered in return, her own eyes drifting shut in the intimacy of the moment. 

A sardonic chuckle left him as he pulled back, one of his hands coming up to cup her cheek. 

“I can’t do that, baby. You know that.” her eyes opened, watching him as his thumb drifted softly across her cheekbone. “I can let you have your freedom, but I can’t let you go. At the end of the day, I need you with me.” 

“It’s not freedom if I can’t leave you, Yoongi. It’s not my choice.” 

He stared at her for a moment, head tilted to the side as he considered her words. “I know, but it’s the best I can offer you.”

She pulled back, staring at him contemplatively as he had her. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

Margot turned, grabbing her mug from the island before hopping down from her chair, pushing past Yoongi with the blanket trailing behind her as she left the kitchen, breaking the moment. 

“Where are you going?” he asked, trailing after her.

“I don’t know.” she shrugged, sipping her tea. “But I’m not going back to bed.” 

“It’s four in the morning, jagiya.” he grumbled even though he continued to follow her as she moved out into the living space and plopped herself down on his couch. 

“Then go back to bed.” She said, looking at him as though this was the obvious answer. He didn’t move. “I’m too tired to deal with anymore of your bullshit tonight.” she groaned, leaning her head against the back of the sofa.

“Then come to bed.” he shot back, waiting for her to move. 

“I want my own room.” she declared, and Yoongi shot her a vicious grin before shooting her down.

“Not happening, my love.” 

“Why not?” she demanded, lifting her head to look at him.

“I don’t want you so far from me.” 

She groaned, letting her head drop again. “You’re exhausting.”

“Then come to bed.” he offered again. 

“Do I get my own room?” she asked, her head tilted to the side.

“No.”

“Then no thank you.” 

“It’s late.” he said, trying to prompt her into returning to their room and the comfort of their bed, but she didn’t so much as acknowledge he’d spoken at all.

With a heavy sigh, Yoongi plopped himself down beside her on the couch, throwing his arms across the back of the couch as he did. “You are an incredibly frustrating woman.” 

She chuckled a little, sipping her tea. “You kidnapped me. You get to deal with it.”

part 13

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[hauntedkidpersona]

Once upon a time// Chapter-6

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary-Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Duality of humans, Mistress, Y/N is a badass, Detachment issues, Cold behaviour, Strangers to enemies, Nudity, sexual jokes, talks of orgasm (nothing we don't know)

Overview: Life isn't like fairytale. You knew it the moment you reached a ripe age of nineteen. Which meant, your now a women who is in a hurry to be wed and bring prosperity and fame to your Kingdom. For this, you have readily accepted the self-groom event which requires you to select your husband out of all the potential Kings and Princes alike. But what happens when you select, not one. Not two but seven grooms? Chaos.

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"Princess, I am not changing my decision. That's final." The King berates you with a stern look.

You nod, not wishing to push your luck. Irene is out and the King refuses to change the punishment. Your trapped, with no way out. It seems peculiar to pester him, it's a losing battle anyways. The King is adamant, and you do not wish to stroke the flames of fury that swirl in the black abyss of his irises.

You sigh, shoulders drooping ever so lightly. "Your Majesty, then kindly change our rooms cause I can't sleep and be alive at the same time."

He looks up at you with an amused look, while you give him a serious look. Your not joking. You don't want to go to bed with a thought that it could be your last.

Chuckling at your choice of words, he speaks. "Since the day Jin's mother was executed, he has blamed me and have always run away from his duties. Not only him, but the other Princes also blame me for the death of their mother."

Shock. That's what you feel, didn't their mothers lived faraway for reasons unknown. Dread fills you, with an involuntary shiver that slithers across your arms like an icy serenade demanding the words to be fake.

Keeping your composure, you speak, holding your tongue from giving away your obvious suspicions. "Please elaborate, Your Majesty."

The King stands up, erupting a screech from chair pushed behind. His pose is regal, screaming power and wisdom from the greyish white hair that cascades down. Escaping the heavy crown that stands poised on his head.

"Their mothers were just vile creatures opting for power, even daring to execute the King so that they can share the power that comes with throne." His words pierce your mind, like a sword stabbing the body of flesh and bones. He turns to you, with a cold look.

"So I killed them all."

You close your eyes, as beads of tension swirls across the lines of your forehead. Frowning, you keep the questions at bay. Each Kingdom has its past, perhaps this one too has a dark one. A Palace being the centre of conspiracy- greed, lust, betrayal. It has all. Living in a lion's den and not expecting an attack is a delusional attempt on your side.

You take a step forward, "And Irene?" Pausing your words, you scrutinize his face for any reaction.

"Jin claims to love Irene cause she was there with him from the beginning but she is just a vile women. She manipulated him with her sweet words, urging him to become King and change the rules so that she can become the Queen. She hid her greed by reminding him of his responsibility. I am not the King of such a big Kingdom for no reason. With great power, comes greater responsibilities. It's not the stranger that you should fear, but the people close to you for they can cause far greater damage."

His words are making sense now. And as soon as you connect the dots, reality grips your heart like a snake slithering for its prey. Pawn, that's what you can deem your worth as of now. Yesterday the King could have carried out an full-fledged investigation, to look into the matter of Irene but no he had rather chosen to give out a punishment. Being eager to get rid of her in haste was a foul move.

This eagerness will cost you more than you bargained for.

"And—" The King stops, taking your full attention. "If Jin is hard to handle, then how will you handle Yoongi and the others."

You huff, subtle in your actions. Yoongi, that Prince is like ice who will freeze you the moment you near him. Who knows, what is he upto? Only time will tell that. Taking your leave, you walk out not before bowing down to the King who dismisses you with a smile, that held ulterior motives. The glint in his eyes tell you that your in for a great ride.

Anika is waiting outside with few guards who accompanied you, "So how did it go?"

Her expression was tight, lips pressed in a thin line.

You don't wait, walking ahead for walls too have ears. Your robes slither, anklets jiggling at each step. "A lot."

You give one word answers, careful of the guards that follow you. Their expression remain stoic, but who knows where their loyalty lies. In Palace, trust is expensive. You do not have any to waste on them.

Your steps come to a halt, as soon as your met with Jin towering your figure in fury. Taking your hand, he smiles sweetly. So fake, that you gagged. "You all can go, I need to talk to her personally."

Not waiting for anyone's reply, he drags you with him. You pretend to be calm, but inside your mad at him for forcing you like this. You hurry to match his footsteps, not wishing to fall and make a fool out of you. Your earrings drop, in chaotic madness as your chest rises and falls, across the weight of the heavy necklace of priceless gems.

He pulls you inside what you deem as his quarters; the door is closed harshly behind you with a loud thud. Looking back, your breath hitches at the close proximity. But Jin is quick to slam you against his chest with brute force.

A gasp, slips past your throat. Cursing the moment it took flight. "Be in your limits, Prince." You glower at him, tone dripping in warning.

At your defiance, he only pulls you close. Breath mingling with yours and here you almost go cross-eyed at how narrow is the gap of your lips which parts, taking huge gulps of air. Wriggling, you wince when he tightens the hold around your waist.

"Now tell me, who gave you the right to punish Irene?" He glares at you, his tone dropping a few octaves.

You roll your eyes, "You should ask this question to His Majesty, not me."

You wriggle relentlessly, but your hands are gripped by his hands. You grit your teeth, as he refuses to budge. "Then why did you attack her, I saw the bleeding Y/N. How dare you stoop so low hah?"

"Oh, then how dare you to fuck that whore in my quarters. It's you who is the problem, not me or anyone. It's you who were trying to push my buttons. Don't you remember how shamelessly you were staring at me, even when you had a lover. You were fucking red on face, and here I thought lovers don't get affected by anyone who isn't their sweetheart. Your a damn cheater, a fucking liar who is hiding in name of love." You fume, unleashing your wrath with your voice that increases in intensity.

How dare he chanel your worth on his lowly scale. A Prince running from responsibility has no right to question you. Stirring trouble, causing rift and hate for Irene was his doing. A Palace has its own laws, and if anyone crosses it. Your bound to punish them. Heck, even the guards were fired for lacking in their duties of guarding the royal library. Then who the fuck is Irene? Irene got his affection, but no title or regard of her worth from the King. In that way, she is just a servant and is to be treated like one. Affection alone doesn't acquire your safety within the palace walls.

Jin backs away, as you glare at him. Refusing to wince at the obvious pain your waist erupts in. Monster, a fucking monster. That's what he is. You hate him.

"So what, I am the Prince. And she wasn't stealing anything for such a harsh punishment. I want her back in Palace, right now." He orders you, as if your some meagre servant.

If he wasn't a Prince, you would have slapped him so hard that he would have a whole factory reset. You pity the King, for getting such a spoilt brat of a son as the future King of the Kingdom.

"Enough of your stupidity. First learn the laws of what powers and limits you have as a Prince. Your not above the King, your fucking below him. What Irene is facing, is because of your poor judgement. Somewhere you must have a hand in filling her mind with delusional security. And that was ripped apart by the King who showed you both their exact place. And now that your trapped, your forcing me to get her back. You fool, the King's decision is above us. I am no one to meddle in your stupid affairs."

To say Jin was mad at your words was an understatement. He knew you were right somewhere but his ego refuses to stroke the thought. He knows he is lacking, heck his father never fails to remind how far behind he is to take the throne. And now that you slap that directly on his face, it's more obvious.

You step forward, eyes blazing. "Have you even fought in war? Do you know what it's like to have lives in your hands. How will you handle this Kingdom with that fragile ego of yours. Unlike me, there will be thousands to point a finger at you. You can shut them but you can't stop them. Why is it that His Majesty only refers me as the future Queen but he never once called you or any brother of yours as future King. Cause you all lack somewhere. To run a Kingdom is not a child's play. Have any of you ever joined the King in the court, have you? You just got distributed with tasks and yet you all fail to prove your worth to His Majesty. Instead of hating me, why don't your pathetic self learn something in court. And if your a coward then give up this title of the Prince that you carry without any responsibility and leave with your tail tucked between your legs."

Your words like shards of glass pierce his body, drawing blood at multiple occasions. His heart is burning with the insults that you threw at him. Calling him a coward was the last straw. "Shut up. Just shut up, I will show you. Just wait and watch how I become a King and banish you from this Kingdom for once and for all."

You smile mockingly, "Don't dream okay, reality is harsh and unfortunately you are a weak Prince."

Throwing him a last look, you move out.

From that day, something changed.

The Seven Princes who hardly ever graced the court with their presence were dragged their by Jin. Days passed on in peace, as Jin got busy in his royal duties. King's advisors and court members were shocked by the drastic change of the elder Prince. He no longer skipped a day of the court.

The current affairs of the Kingdom was handled by him, he even went all the way to investigate and learn from the trusted advisor of his father.

To say the King was happy would be an understatement.

And now you had some peace from the quarrel, though Jin slept in your quarters at night. You two had no interaction whatsoever. By the time your up, he is gone. He had become a lot busy and so your back to enjoying your lonely time.

Taehyung was taking a stroll across the stable. Looking over the royal horses. He smiled as he pats his horse, a special breed. Hard to tame but he grew a liking. Like the dark night, Raven's fur are his pride and as his Master he have given strict instructions for his care.

Just then he hears commotion, and there he is met with a heavenly sight. It's you. His wife that he had little to no connection with coming along with her maids and guards. You haven't seen him yet, and so he is content in observing.

Your complexion is thundering upon the barren land of his heart. As if expecting a heavy downpour. Your decked up in jewels, none being deprived of enhancing your beauty to that of a dazzling moon. He watches as you laugh, climbing on one of the horse with ease.

"Princess, careful." One of your maid chides you.

Deciding to join, he announces his presence with a clap of amusement.

"My lady, it's good to see you here."

To say you were shocked to see him there would be an understatement.

Hiding your frown, you bow at him.

"My Prince, I just came for horse riding." You smile, hoping to cut short the conversation and go on your merry way.

Your grip on the reins tighten, but it's not long before you feel him climbing up behind you. In shock, you move forward. But Taehyung pulls you right against his chest, the added warmth unwelcomed on your part. You bite your lip, scowling at the turn of events. But in front of the maids, you stay silent.

Taehyung enjoys your act of defiance, his fiesty wife is surely mad now. Why should Jin have all the fun? Your his as much as Jin's. Inching closer, he tilts his head. Ever so lightly brushing your neck, he inhales the sweet scent that permeates his being. He feels you shudder, the action not going unattended by him.

He smirks, "Let's go Princess, I will join you."

Whispering sweetly against your ear, he watches you glare at him in burning fury. Chuckling he takes hold of your hands that grip the reins and pulls it.

The cool wind brushes past you, as the horse gallops through the palettes of green. Your stiff, refusing to relax against him. The nature bloomed, with trees casting a shadow that swirled along the rays of the light that create a painting of their own.

Reaching the lake, Taehyung stops near the cool shade of the tree. Getting down, he smiles at you while lending a hand.

Ignoring him, you get down. "I wonder why the Prince is suddenly interested in what I do?" You take a jab at him, not at all pleased at his act.

"I am always interested in what my wife does."

You roll your eyes. Not believing anything. Blessed with beauty, he was a sight to behold but looks can be deceiving. Wary of his motive, you keep your guard. Just in case. "Drop the act, it's of no use."

Taehyung grins, "So cold. Loosen up, My Queen."

You scowl at his display of endearment, refusing to react. You move away. But Taehyung is quick to chase you and match your steps equally. You ignore him, yet again. It's futile to lead you astray with some sweet words. Your heart is guarded, forget about moving. It won't even faze at the sight of a naked man like Jin. Your a person who connects emotionally and your emotions are forever closed for the Princes who are nothing but brats.

"Just yesterday you all hated me. And today suddenly, your showing fake affection. Why, didn't you get any other way to defeat me?" Your words are sharp and calculated, not an ounce of trust exuding at the Prince that walks across you.

Taehyung smiles, "It's nothing like that, why don't you give me a chance Princess? Join me for a tea"

"You?"

"Yes, the one and only Prince Taehyung."

"Princess, can you please send this to Prince Yoongi's quarters? I have to urgently go and give an important message to the King." The way the advisor speaks, you know you can't refuse.

You were ready to refuse, but then you get reminded of how you have to fucking bond. And so you smile, nodding at him. "As long as you don't have an ulterior motive. I am in."

You were just heading for your duties, when your stopped by the Royal Advisor. It seems, the message is not to be known by anyone and interfering in it would be futile. But you have to meet him out of all the Princes. That rude ass guy. Still, not having an option you take the pile of books.

Bowing to you, he hurries to the opposite direction.

"Uh, that was quick." Anika laughs,

You shake your head, feet moving towards the Yoongi's quarters. Your steps are confident, even as the guards open the door, letting you inside the haven of Prince. Sensing your presence, his trusted assistant quickly greets you.

But your eyes are looking at a very sleepy man who is seated on the chair, doing anything but work. "Does his lover entertain him so much that now he has to sleep during work hours?"

Your words are soft spoken, not wishing to rile up the sleeping cat who might just claw you if you dig too deep. Keeping the books on the table, you look up at the assistant who is busy looking at you without a blink.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Look down, do you want to die?" It's Anika who scolds him, breaking his dazed look.

He shakes his head, "I just was surprised, how someone can be this beautiful. Pardon my rudeness, Princess. I have heard a lot about you and now seeing you in front, I was shocked. Sorry,"

You nod, dismissing him. It's not your first time hearing it and neither it will be your last. You look around, taking a look at the cozy workplace. Decked up in gold and red, it screamed royalty and luxury. A seperate shelf was kept at the corner, wherein the books must contain the talks of war, politics, geography and so on.

Moving away, you look through the window. Getting a perfect view of the Garden from afar. Not that your jealous of your quarters, it's just that there would be no harm if the King gave you an extra quarter which had a perfect view. Anyways that cat won't mind, or will he?

Turning around, you almost shriek at the man who looks unbothered. Your heart thuds against your ribcage, even as you sense the absence of that assistant and Anika who were nowhere to be seen. "Are you done inspecting, Princess?"

You bite your lip, scowling to hide the obvious blush of embarassment rushing to your cheeks. "And are you done working hubby?" You mock back. Purposely adding the last word, just to irk him.

Yoongi gives you a cold look. "The door is there," he points at the exit.

As if you don't know.

"Where, I can't see it?" You look around, searching for that legendary exit.

"Don't joke with me okay, I have work to do. Get out."

His words are final. Not that your dying to be here. You tch at him, why so cold? But then, questioning others for their coldness isn't justified if your rude too. You shrug, not that it matters anyways.

"Now now Yoongi, is this the way you talk to the Princess."

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[pennyellee]

Lacrimosa update

I have a question for you. Sometimes when I write or obviously think 24/7 about Lacrimosa scenarios, there are some that I can definitely write down, but they would not fit the overall plot line, they are more like a filler, drabble perhaps -- could prolly fit them to be around 0,5/1K - 2K.

Would you like to read those too? Apart from the main story line:

PS: preview of chapter V coming this week

Lots of love, pennyelle

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[taesiccc]

~Café Notes~

PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader (f), Namjoon x Reader (f)

GENRE: Yandere au, fluff, slight angst?

RATING: Teens and up.

WORD COUNT: 6.4k

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes. 

SYNOPSIS; You receive these peculiar notes and it's no longer appealing or cute when they start appearing in your bedpost. It's only starting to get creepy..

AU/NOTE: This is an oneshot/drabble. I wrote this in a hurry so editing is a joke.🤡 Read the end for more notes.

The bell chings as you enter the cafe. The shift was usually light during the noons which didn’t totally mean relaxing in the aroma, It also meant lesser staff. As an university student, part time jobs weren’t surprising to you but it still meant extra effort. Also, working in a cafe was not always fancy like that. Every job has its own cons and yours was the shift timing. It constantly changed to its own comfort, destroying every other plan you schedule for the day. Just another month and hopefully you'll hopefully be able to get an organized agenda like your manager promised.

Converse feet drag along the familiar tiles immediately putting you in character. The same apron, the same name tag, the same ambiance with a slightly different set of people but, one thing remains the same.

The note.

‘Luv ur smile! :)’

The note read. You’d normally appreciate compliments but this was starting to get a little creepy. These notes simply keep coming and it was growing evident with the fact that it was meant only for you. No 'from' name was ever mentioned, nor was there any evidence of this person.

Eventually, It felt cute when they started; even so having you write back notes and sometimes even storing them but once they’ve started appearing on personal visiting spots or even your front door; nothing has been the same.

You weren't seeing anyone at the moment and its not like the cafe staff were super close or this nice to begin with. Except for some staff, same aged as you but to think those female staff were lesbians, didn't set accurate to your accusations. Costumers? Well..your shift was never the same and you haven't heard from any other staff of receiving notes like these. You were turning worried, fearing if you've acquired a stalker or some sort. You weren't an influencer to attract weirdos but you were aware that its very much possible for an ordinary student like you as well.

Changing shifts or even writing them back to stop didn’t work. The notes were still very visible and still very readable. You feel yourself become more like a paranoid, skeptical with anyone you met. You stare at the note once again before crumbling it and tossing it over the bin.

“That was so close!” You flinch at the sudden invite.

“Oh- I thought…your shift was over?”

“That’s no way to greet your coworker, I mean I understand- I’ll just leave if you hate me” he pouts as he states, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Will you ever stop being so dramatic Taehyung?” you stare in disbelief.

“Maybe, one day…but the world will live to regret missing a sweet person like me” he grins knowing he'd earn a sigh from you.

“And uhm, looks like your secret admirer left you another note!”

“About that-

“Didn’t you store them? Like you always do? And why? didn’t you like the message?” he interrupts and you feel your body tense at the moment.

“Hey relax- it was just sticky and nasty so I.. uh preferred to pass that out” you lied.

Taehyung was soo convinced that it was your secret admirer! At times you even find yourself contemplating if that was true. But to you, it just seemed like a novel thing. He was nothing to blame since he has a knack for fascination. He just self proclaims his love for romance and hearing another lecture leaving his mouth about how it’s apparently a “deadly sin” to deny a ‘pure form of love’ can wait for another week. He even says that you're lucky for something like this. Taehyung is not necessarily delusional but in most cases he does behave like one. He’s basically a childishly adorable dude that you’ve managed to befriend but definitely don’t regret.

At times he makes it look like he's left the notes then later tell you that he was lying all about it. and it wasn't one day but several times making you check him off the list, a lot frustrated. He is most probable to do stuff like this but, you'll immediately be able to make out since he's built like 'captain obvious'.

You still have an eye on him in case he's actually doing it; so you can get back at his ass for having you in constant dilemma for all this long!

--

“This feels so nice!” You sip the hot beverage. It was usually another staff that worked this shift with you but leave takes for substitute.

“I didn’t know you guys drank off of the company! Should be illegal right?” he sounded baffled.

“Yeahhh? But we kinda just accidentally switched off the cameras one day and started drinking some”

“Did you just say ‘acci-den-tally’? Geuss what? You can miss me that shit!“ he scoffs.

“It’s okay then. Just pay for that beverage you’re drinking right now and hopefully 'Sir Taehyung' can live in righteousness” you spoke rather unamused as he peaks through the fifteen bucks worth drink before reviewing your comment.

“Never mind. I think our boss deserves this for the ridiculous prices” he gulps the hot liquid while you spurt out a hearty laugh.

--

It was great spending time with Taehyung. He was like the only genuine friend you owned. Even tho you only got to see him at the cafe, he was always there by your side when you needed someone. He’s taken care of your sick self at bed, sometimes even buying you chocolates and candy during your cramps. It surprised you to experience so much care coming from a somebody. You weren’t necessarily childhood friends but still friends to an extent. To be honest, you just loved how he was being sincere with you and you appreciated it a whole lot. That was something really remarkable about him.

He insists recording all your favorites or anything to begin with yourself as a sense of growing your friendship. You were initially weirded out by the fact that he lend ‘matching charms’ for both of you within four days of meeting but nothing surprises you now that you’ve known him. He’d send birthday cards and cupcakes for the entire birth month until it was finally your birthday. He got attached way too quickly and his actions constantly make you question his sanity; only to conclude that he was being nothing but a sweetheart and much of a gem you didn't wanna miss!

“See ya dingus!”

“Goodbye beautiful! Sleep tight!!”

You wave Taehyung and shut the door behind you. Hurriedly you shake yourself off the clothes before plopping yourself on the bed. You feel slightly uneasy laying down as you toss over to the other side. The scent feels oddly different but puts you to sleep very soon.

---

The next day you leave for university and seat yourself through the lectures. Calculus class was always shit but it feels more terrible today. Your eyes droop uncontrollably, barely seeing anything around you. You’re feeling a lot sleepier than usual so you stretch your limbs hoping to feel refreshed but it seems impossible for you to focus.

Would a class of sixty three know if you were to take a friendly nap? The lecture itself sounds like lullaby at this point. You cross your elbows and lay your neck by the seat soon dozing off officially.

**

I woke up feeling a little cold. It was as if I could finally open my eyes for the first time. My limbs ache and I wish to lay a little more if not my attendance begging for dear life. My cheeks felt moist; it’s probably just my drool.

Once I’ve lifted my head up I immediately feel the urge to sleep again. Regardless, I stretch my hands above and yawns leave my mouth a little too loudly. I wipe my cheeks with my sleeve, ready to finally get out.

As I rummage through my bag I feel a pair of eyes on me. I look besides me and a boy, almost twice my size looks at me while I stare back confused. The corner of my vision distracts me to a stain on his shirt that looks crooked. I keep looking back and forth until the thought finally hit me.

‘Did i lay on him? And god- could that be my drool? Shit!’

--

You feel your lids widen at the sight also feeling very much embarrassed of yourself. You quickly look over to his eyes that crease in a matter of seconds. He presents himself before you could; interrupting from telling anything.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it!” he says as he overlooks your panic.

“I’m really sorry about that! I really am! Is there something I can do to-

“It’s completely fine miss, you don’t have to do anything” he smiles but it only makes you more guilty and embarrassed.

“I apologize again, I-I probably gave you a lot of hassle all this while- is there something I can-

“Hey- calm down. It’s no big deal, really! It’s a normal thing so no biggie!-' he assures still having you look anywhere but his face.

'-Do you think I’ve not drooled when I sleep? let go…Don’t even worry about it!” He smiles again patting your shoulder. You feel awkward standing there visibly having nothing to say. The silence falls; his tall frame standing there while the clock ticked. Your insides torture you to tell something that could maybe help fill the void-

-

“How about I treat you a drink!" I ramble and his eyebrows furrow at my offer. I was scared for a second; Later realizing how I sounded; I regret putting that up like some creep trying to hit on him. Should have sounded absurd and sudden..

"or...or this would make me feel terrible for the entire day” I say, trying to make the intention much much clearer this time.

Relief rush through me as he chuckled, highlighting his dimples to my sight. He looked handsome and appeared really polite with his gestures. A smile crept down my lips, feeling rather comfortable this time. A good man like him definitely didn't deserve drool stains! At least I was convinced..

“You don’t have to” he smiled ruffling his hair, still flaunting the pair of hollow dimples.

Maybe it isn't too bad to hit on him after all..

“I insist”

--

I was practically jogging beside him. His steps were wayy too longer and faster for someone with an average height. It wasn’t really my shift but I’ve decided to get this over with. It just felt like I was deserved to waste my twenty bucks on a drink especially for a stranger in consideration to what I did. I totally deserve this. I confess, my sleep schedule is trash but blaming it for my actions? That's a little too much.

--

You were in the midst of classes, still hurrying to buy this guy his drink. You didn’t know how many classes you have missed but dear, you had to hurry.

“What would you like?” your fingers tap the counter slightly impatient.

“Uhm how about we both get drinks? It’s a little awkward for me to drink while someone watched” he chuckled lightly, rubbing his nape.

Normally at these situations you would lie to someone about your financial status basically being a bitch to your expenses and excuse it with something else but it was not like you were gonna see him everyday and engage in amazing conversations about space and neither could you come with a lie so quickly. well.. it didn't even matter if you lied anyway! did it?

“Erm..I’m kinda low on budget right now, it’s cool if only you had it. It's fine, I don’t feel like drinking one” you admitted with utmost decency.

Although these are some very embarrassing series taking place altogether in a day, you didn’t currently care but you knew you’d recall this one day and fall down a pit of dipshit you’ve done all along.

“If that’s the case, I’ll pay for the drinks!” He supposed as you feel yourself blush at the sudden offer, making you appear slightly tinted due to the embarrassment.

“Uhm..I’m the one that’s supposed to pay for you.. some other time?..maybe?” you speak in uncertainty, not sure where this was going.. as if you expected to meet him again?

“I insist. How about you give me company instead of buying one?” he anticipated for your reply while you froze in serious thought.

“Take this as my favor miss?” he smiles, tilting his face to look at yours.

You didn’t know if it was him that made you come to terms with his deal or if it was your budget anymore. You didn’t know what to say either but couldn't bring yourself to deny with whatever he had to offer. You’d be hesitant to agree but you were certainly welcomed by his charms that appeared way too attractive than it should have.

--

The drinks were bought and being slurped on by it's owners. You haven't talked a lot other than the basic things exchanged in a conversation; to even call it a conversation would be a crime. You just sat besides this random guy, pretending to be very calm and casual while in reality you sucked the life out of this drink, wanting to get to your classes. You just wished you didn't choke on it and make it any awkward.

"May I know your name?" he spoke a little sudden as you successfully choke on your drink like you hoped not to, startling the boy beside you. He leaves and hurries back with some water lending it to you also putting your drink aside in the process.

You don't divert you gaze as you feel your cheeks burn to his actions. You concentrate on drinking the water before answering his queries.

"Are you okay?" he assures as you nod in response.

"Yes and thank you for this" you say between coughs pointing to the bottle.

"Don't mention it"

Soon the silence fills, hurting you physically to stay there.

"We never- "And about my-

You interrupt eachother making a very clumsy conversation. You did not enjoy any impressions you were giving him from the beginning, even so wondering if he regrets inviting you for a drink.

"ha ha so uhm like i was saying, we never exchanged our names?" He talks again bringing you out of your thoughts. He seems to want to know about you while in your perspective, you start to contemplate if he was interested in you.

Your mind takes a turn suddenly making you anxious to face him but you set aside these temporary thoughts, finally stating you name. Something you should have done in the start.

"Right! Yes. my name is y/n. you?"

"Namjoon. Kim Namjoon." He pronounces as he smiles.

"That's a nice name. It's got a wise meaning to it actually, I'm not sure if you know that-

"Wait..Really? I've always been interested in name analogy- just that I wasn't sure if anything was ever authentic. They say name analogy varies from horoscopic inspection which i think is utter hogwash! There is a clear line distinguishing both astrology and and scientific observations! Don't you think?" He rapped them all in one go. He sounded really consumed in topic making him look like a reporter.

You took in all of his words, somewhat amazed but still managed to scrutinize them. His eyes glistened as he looked at you; really eager to know your opinion.

"Woah- so name analogy is not fake after all." You mumbled at the thought.

"Mind elaborating?"

"My uncle does these things and I basically grew up listening to them and he's had people asking him to analyze the name 'Namjoon' and according to him, it means 'something genius from the south' and surprisingly, It's not fake at all!" You tell him, getting a little lively about the experience also complimenting him on the side.

"Damn..Thank you! I'll flaunt that around for a bit now!" he jokes earning a genuine chuckle from you.

The day passed but it didn't even look like it! You spent all your time talking with Namjoon and maybe even walking around for a while and it felt really warm having his company. It's safe to say you liked his calm but talkative nature or that you simply liked him. You observe attraction to Namjoon but also do not want to make a fool out of you in the end. It could be an infatuation but until then you just know you've got that crush!

Like wise, like the gentleman he is, he leads you safe at your doorstep, biding you with a goodbye and pleasant night wishes. This day was not any other day but a very pleasing day in your life. It was certainly very pleasant unlike your first impression but turned out way better and modifying than you expected it to go like. With that being said, you flee off to your bed with circling thoughts about him.

-

The bell chings as you enter the cafe. Converse feet drag along the familiar tiles immediately putting you in character. The same apron, the same name tag, the same ambiance with a slightly different set of people but, one thing...disappears?

You don't see the note.

As much things made you felt suspicious and off, you were equally happy it was ending. The door chings again as you look over. Your moody face turns contented as you watch him walk in.

"Taehyung!" you wave but he seems nonchalant. His lazy steps make their way into the counter, completely ignoring you. Now, you were sure something was very off with his behavior. You look out the counter making sure no one came, before strolling behind him. He works like a soulless frame, showing no acknowledgement of your presence. It almost makes you cringe.

"Tae? You okay?" You halt. His hair fled down like he'd just woken up. He ties his apron around his abdomen, making it clear that he refuses to face you. You think before your hand flinches at the shudder voice.

"Yesterday. Where were you?" he sounded stern, tying his apron repeatedly for what took like two seconds.

"..I...was..." your words trail to think of something else. You didn't know why you didn't just expose the fact that you met someone you liked but you knew that you wanted to tell it first to him more than anyone else until the second you really saw him.

chime!

The café calls for service and you leave the place. It wasn't disturbing to you the way Taehyung acts but it set you at unease to see a different side of his.

You lavish yourself, free from thoughts and continue blind copying orders.

"What can I get you sir?"

"Your company?"

Your eyes deviate at once looking over to the man with a greenish trench coat. Foxy eyes, rough yet supple hair, and undeniably adorable dimples. You almost sigh as he coughs catching you off guard. Your cheeks blush severely burning your insides. He grins in return, quite flushed himself.

"The usual" he says, making you frown; "yes?" your voice sounding almost like a whisper. You clear your throat collecting your voice, gulping down any signs of fidgety.

He chuckles, before he talks, quite rasp as you find- "You know what? drop it. HEY! EXCUSE ME?!"

He beckons Taehyung to the front. Taehyung roams his way around reaching out to your side. "Just get me a Espresso con Panna and y/n what do you want?" you struggle to grasp before he orders something else for you, pulling you out with him. You look back at Taehyung who stares back idly.

You smile sheepishly, before sitting down with Namjoon. Things were escalating quicker and you didn't even wanna judge. Although you liked spending time with him, it still concerns that you were very much at work.

"HELLO? YOU" not too long but you hear from the counter. His loud voice captures everyone as Taehyung signals Namjoon to come over while you insist that you leave. "Why? doesn't he work here? Sit." he orders. You hesitate to sit nonetheless follow.

He removes his trench coat revealing a thin fabric shirt poorly covering his buff chest. Your eyes wander elsewhere, shocked over the impact over sized clothes can hide. He retracts backwards gesturing Taehyung to come over instead. It makes you uncomfortable to see Taehyung act so unfamiliar but watch helpless.

His walk slugs along your table finally scenting his scent.

"What's the matter?" Namjoon demands rather harshly. "We don't have whatever you asked for" he replies, detached. "Fine. Just get me coffee black".

Taehyung turns to leaves but halts when he comments "Work better and maybe I'll spare tips".

You suddenly feel so scabby of Namjoon. You look over to him and his aura is something very contracting. Your eyes meet and his lids crease in a matter of seconds, and you already feel so used to it.

"I come here everyday but I never see you around.."

"Wait..Really?"

The conversation continued.

You had forgotten all about today just like the last time. You no longer felt irked nor did you worry about Taehyung. You're just captured when he's around; Like a picture of a flower in the of midst a war.

Long fingers slide past your vision. The order is served by Taehyung on the table. He carefully places your drinks before leaving. Once again, you feel some what unpleasant. He brings back all that had happened; Like the flames behind the flower.

"It's on me." Namjoon reminds as you nod knowingly. Your hands pick on the straw and just as your lips touch Namjoon grabs it away. You look at him baffled before he yells out to the counter.

A wearisome Taehyung walks out only to get yelled at by your infuriated crush. You don't seem to make heads or tales out of this situation.

"THIS IS THE WRONG ORDER!" he yells at his face and your eyes immediately diverts back to the drink. You rotate the cup reading out the name. 'cold brew'. It was your drink!

"Joon stop! it's the right order!" you yell and pull him back as an attempt to stop this unwanted drama. Taehyung seemed unaffected to the scene and looking at him upsets you. You were no good to his strength as he pushes you away gripping his collar.

"CAN YOU NEVER MIND YOUR BUSINESS? YOU'RE SUCH A SHAME AND I EXPECTED NOTHING LESS FROM YOU!" His words, very spiteful, outraged you leaving you speechless to his behavior. You didn't know why he was making such a big deal out of a darned drink!

"JOON PLEASE STOP! HE'S GOT THE DRINK RIGHT! STOP IT" you yell on top of your lungs stopping the brawl. The café falls silent, having many people even leave the once peaceful ambiance.

Namjoon sighs as he collects himself. You look at Taehyung who looked pathetic and weak but somewhat aggrieved by the look of his eyes.

"See. This is not what I ordered. I ordered this." He points to the board, in a way explaining it to you. You ignore him, making your way to Taehyung instead. "Taehyung why?" you ask distressed. "That's not your favorite" he ends simply, softening your eyes and wavering heart.

"And? did I ask your opinion?" Namjoon heated back. Taehyung simply apologized to him and accepted to pay for the drink. You no longer wanted to stay there. You pitied Taehyung so much so you claimed the drink beyond Namjoon's quarrel and as a result he simply left.

Only you and Taehyung remained.

You took glances as you swept the counter. He stood by the cash register recording funds. In a way to lighten him up you quickly finish the chores and and discreetly get to the register.

"Hello! I'd like to pay for this!" you exclaim to which he simply doesn't spare a glance instead, passes you a slip. You look through the contents to find he had already paid. He abruptly leaves before you could catch hold of him. His moody self or anything else other than the Taehyung you know only perplexes you and it only gets worse when he doesn't talk. You follow him to the backroom and he's left.

You didn't expect many chaotic events to occur but one thing you did expect was a headache. You lay your head on the marble counter but soon remember to dispose the towels. As you dispose the waste, something catches your attention. Something that looks like a note.

You pause for a moment but reach out to the note. You open the crumbled paper and it stated a single sad smiley. The note lies lifelessly on your hands instantly making you conscious of your surroundings. 'Did this supposed stalker watch me the entire day? Was he present in the café?' You feel yourself twitch at the thought.

You crumble it back throwing it in the bin; this time more palpitated from the scenarios. Not a second later you hear the backroom door unlocking and you rummage the desk acquiring a knife. The front exits were locked, leaving only one option. Maybe if you haven't looked at the note you wouldn't have to be this paranoid. You clutch the knife through your sweaty palms agreeing to commit also feeling lumps of sweat deposit down your chest.

"Time to close. Hurry up." you recognize the voice,

At once bringing you out of your dilemma. You lift your quivering self and collect your belongings dashing to the source.

As soon as you see his face, a pressurized urge pushes you to embrace him. Your hands lock around his figure, almost crushing his ribs. Your cheeks stain pathetically that tumble down his sharp collar bones as you let out your compressed breathing onto his nape. You wish to never let go off of him, feeling confident that no one would harm you if he was beside you. Your heart rate bang through your ears nearly making you pass out.

You don't notice until he backs you away. You look at his face but it looks the same. You don't understand why he behaves this way and it annoys you how he doesn't even look at you. Your hands slid back onto his torso and you continue to deliberately stare at him. Determined you'll make him talk. He clicks his tongue, portraying clear annoyance. He doesn't even wish touch you nor speak to you.

Unexpected, your tears well up disconnecting yourself from Taehyung. You seem to have forgotten the fear that over took you moments ago, replacing it with guilt and humiliation. You never realized how much his actions mattered until they actually showed.

His shadow passes yours and you stay still condemning yourself. The lamppost flickers, glistening your replacing tears. You look back one last time and see yourself left out in darkness. It perplexes you and you walk home mundane.

Feeling weak, You reach your door and chills run down your arms feeling a distanced gaze from somewhere. You stand by and watch for moving bushes or stomped on leaves. But instead, you see a note. Not any normal note, but the same exact note you still receive.

Your head watches over the sides while you gulp lumps of stored saliva down your throat. You contemplate but regardless curiously pick the note and rush through doors. You make sure they're locked before reading them out. You open it at once and all you find is a single word with a smiley.

'SORRY! :('

The note flees down from your palm and lands graciously on the floor. You simply stare at it knowing that you were being watched. Watched by 'them'. You hated how silent the home was. It mad you mad very second. You could even be watched right now and you wouldn't know. They could even be inside your cupboards. Your thoughts surround your actions and the people you have met.

'T-taehyung?'

You analyze just as you receive a text. Afraid to even read it but your thumbs slid through as his name pops up.

'Have you reached home? I'm so sorry! Let's please talk!'

The message ends with a '-joon'. You look through the number before texting him back with a reply. Such activity clearly makes you feel at ease, feeling like you're not alone. Just as the message sets in, you see a received text from Taehyung.

It seemed quite normal at first sight but it makes you anxious and hideous to think about it. You no longer feel safe or doubtful as you keep reading his simple yet concluding message.

'good night'

You watch the clock as it strikes 1Opm sharp. The message reads at 9:57pm; the time you should have reached home. The time you should have picked up the note..

The time he must have been here..

Gone crazy you collect yourself in a corner. The clock sounds, Joon's spamming messages, and lastly settling silence, make you shudder every now and then. To think you've trusted him makes you feel shitty if you were him. Your head feels unsteady with visuals of a psychotic bastard like him.

Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

You fall ill by the thought of something sickly startling. You just don't trust yourself the moment everything reflects itself. You finally start to understand moments better and nothing helps considering the fact that you loved him very much dearly. You grow self conscious and concerned by every passing minute not allowing a bit of drowsiness to settle in. You refuse to lay and even wished the same for torturing yourself with an unsound mind.

With no darned sleep and aching heels that stayed up the entire night watch guarding the house, there was nothing you can do but to get your job resigned. You didn't wanna go back to seeing Taehyung or holding any ties with him. It's been almost a minute and and you've left the job by a spoken fake reason for the owner. Of course you refused to go the café but you made sure it wasn't his shift.

You didn't know if Taehyung would stop stalking you or not sure how to restrain him without any clear proof. You were convinced and he was still much of a stranger to you and why would there ever be a reason for defending his actions? Nothing would stop you from ever being paranoid and cynical here after and he was all to blame. Just the thought of him made you quiver under nothing and to think of the mask he wore was something even disturbing.

Namjoon helped you find an apartment conveniently close to his so you didn't have to feel unsafe. He was sure he'd help you move out but after he's heard all about Taehyung, he insisted you stay with him.

Not sure if you had to share anything at all with him in the first but he's all you've got, closest to not being a stabber. He's been with you for a while and you knew he sincerely cares about you unlike an obsessive psycho. You've heard from Taehyung a crazy amount but it's only best if he'd stay the hell away.

You haven't briefed Namjoon on anything but keeping it cut short. You were happy he didn't dig deep on it and offered to help instead. The notes still remain a traumatizing part and you'd rather keep it to yourself.

--

"That's way too much!" You panic taking the seasoning away from him.

You both engaged in weekly cooking for fun and this time it was your turn. He'd make a mess out of your apartment in just a matter of minutes!

Namjoon suggested you'd both spend time together, so you didn't feel uncertain. You very much appreciated his thoughtfulness and understanding; and shifting apartments were more entertaining.

"ALRIGHT! How about I cut these onions?"

"OH PLEASE NAMJOON! Don't even think about onions anymore!" You yelp remembering the time he'd cut them with the knife held upside down.

He simply sighs and instead watches you stir the dish. You flush feeling his chin rest down your shoulder. At this point you were very much aware that you liked him but you weren't ready to get rejected just yet. Love was always something hard to understand for you cause you've only had experiences of the wrong kind. Namjoon made you feel special in ways you didn't know you could have. You'll be sure to confess, but not anytime soon.

"oh! my phone.." you excuse yourself to the ringing call.

"JUST STIR!" You yell across the hall while he gestures standing like a soldier.

Your lips slip a smile as you attend the call but soon wither as you hear his voice. A voice you haven't heard all month.

"Y/n listen to me! PLEASE JUST LISTEN! GIVE ME A CHANCE!" he begs aloof of the volume, crying by the line and you feel your pits sweat through your clothes. You try to stop the mild headache that kills you with memories and betrayal.

"No" you manage to speak and its barely even subtle. He continues screaming through the call, not being able to hear the whisper of words you're letting out. You keep an eye on Namjoon, in case he hears about Taehyung. He's got a terrible temper when it comes to Taehyung and you're least interested in including him with this.

"PLEASE! PLEASE Y/N! MEET ME THIS ONCE! ONCE! I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!"

"n-no..i won't-

"IF YOU'VE EVER TRUSTED ME, MEET ME THIS ONCE! PLEASE! AT THE CAFE! FOR ME! THIS ONCE.."

The line trails and you panic through every second. Your hand clutches the phone tighter when you hear small sobs. You always cared for Taehyung and hearing him cry, burdens your heart to your stomach. You wait in line, unable to cut the call until you hear him again.

"..please..this once. please" His voice trembling and distant. You decline immediately feeling your lids moist up.

'Were you wrong all this while? Was this fair?'

Your mind collapses with consecutive thoughts. You certainly couldn't bare how he sounded and your gut signs you to meet him. He was someone very important to you and he was such a jem you promised yourself never to miss. Things would only kill you to desperate curiosity if you didn't meet him but you also needed to know that he was nothing but a stranger.

The sun falls and you finish your dinner quicker. You've made up your mind. You don't really inform Namjoon and rather excuse yourself to a sick friend. Your brain appears fogged to think of anything but only Taehyung. His words ring continuously, stirring you with advance guilt.

All you ever wanted to do now was to meet him and get answers.

--

You wrap the towel by your wet body and turn down the door knob. You let a slight welp feeling a strong electric shock pass through the metal. Clueless, you proceed to open it once more getting shocked the second time. The knob falls down heavily and you reach out to fix it. You push it through the door only to get shocked third time in a row. You look into it and find a lean thin black wire sparking red lights.

You stand unmindful until the thought finally seemed to have hit you. You hide yourself away feeling your knees strain weak while your palm shuts your mouth tight, other holding the towel. Fear settles down your gut realizing something disgusting and horrific happening to you. Your heart beat dooms through your ears and you curl yourself feeling disgusted and unreal by the happening.

You hear your room door creek through the silence making his footsteps echo around. The door bangs with no voice or exposure. Goosebumps settle behind your neck as you sob into your hand flooding it with salty tears. The bangs get louder and louder making you horrendously anxious and frightful.

"y/n? I know you're there. Open the door and I won't hurt you darling.."

His shadow lurks around the door while he bangs it like he'd break it. His voice so smooth but the sound makes you quiver in fear, bunching your swollen lids. You whimper helpless and betrayed by him. You're aware he'd break the door anytime soon and you sit put not knowing what to ever do. Recording your nudes was the last thing you've imagined that might happen to you. Your toes curl by the thought of him watching your videos for god knows how many days.

"y/n...Y/N! I SAID OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" He bangs the door as it slightly crashes from the sides.

You quickly attempt taking the nearest vase seeing how he'd still catch hold of you. Cries leave your mouth wailing to leave you alone and nothing more. You scream in fear asking for help from someone who you thought was your savior but a sickening bastard in disguise.

"YOU BITCH! UNLOCK THIS RIGHT NOW! DO IT BEFORE I FUCKING CHANGE MY MIND!" He screeches banging the door violently.

Your hands shake making you nauseous and unfocused of the situation. The more the door broke the more you feel yourself loose control.

Next thing you know, the door crashes open to his view. Your eyes widen and your feet backs up to his vile appearance. His body glistened with absurd amount of strained muscles and sweat, really making him look like a monster.

To your defense, you swing the vase by his head but he switches your arms in one tight grip strangling your neck.

"How cute!" You hear his wicked chuckle as you suffocate under his arms.

You struggle to hold your towel and at least manage to stay alive while his corrupt eyes overlook your dreadful ones. He drags you outside as you choke pathetically attempting to yell for help.

He lifts you up in ease, hovering over your frame then spraying a familiar scent. You feel yourself ahead of huge pain and torture in the midst also crying over your aching heart more than anything. You last wished Taehyung would appear to save you from a psycho you're going to be condemned to..

let me know if yawl want a bonus where all the truth is unveiled cause there are more parts to this. It was initially planned that I would just include it in here but it's already too long.

HAND! (iykyk)

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BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

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Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️  Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer. 

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. 

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

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ghoul. — (consign)

[SIXTH INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : CONSIGN]

"Kiss your clean record goodbye." Provocation or prediction.

or

S2 squad went to the 13th ward for a Wipe Out Operation but didn't expect to encounter an Owl in the midst of the operation.

pairing. jungkook x reader, hoseok x reader, jin x reader (ft. myg & pjm)

rating. M

genre. tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, gore, violence, mass attack

disclaimer. this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning. lots of bloodshed (mostly spilled from the ghouls :/), depiction of people (doves) getting killed ruthlessly by the Owl and killing methodology was described.

word count. 5k+

lexicon & profiles . masterpost . masterlist . navigation

note from winter 💌

sorry for the long disappearance </3 but er hey, a brand new banner for ghoul!! beta read by loyal beta reader @zyphqr <3 this is just a short one maybe can be counted as a filler chapter too, but it will make do. hope you guys enjoy this <33 and u lots might not notice, but i kind of changed my writing style a bit? I think consign has got to be the most elaborated fic I've ever written cause those detailed words? idk how my brain came up with that but I'm proud of this one

💌 what is winter listening to? in sequence; D-DAY, Interlude: Dawn, HUH?!, AMYGDALA. (All by Agust-D)

📑 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication. a gift to all of my readers.

The urban avenue of Seoul tonight was oddly still, with only sporadic leaf rustling in the soft breeze breaking the silence. The streetlights emitted a pale light illuminating the desolate pathway and generating a creepy ambience that felt unsettling. The towering edifices on both sides of the street looked imposing and austere, with dark windows and walls stained by the wear of time. In Seoul, quiet streets like this one often serve as a warning sign, hinting at the stillness that precedes a night of horror and violence.

This only served as a warning that hazards could present in any situation, even in the calmest and most tranquil circumstances.

The only sounds that interrupted the quietness were the faraway noise of cars and the faint footsteps’ echoes. A stray feline would occasionally scuttle across the street, eyes gleaming, barely visible in the low light. Despite the peacefulness of the evening, the street’s stillness felt unusual and peculiar. A strong odour of rot and other, more ominous scents, detectable only by those with heightened senses, hung heavily in the air. An enduring sensation of peril seemed to permeate the surroundings, giving the impression of being under surveillance by something lurking in the shadows. The silence was broken by the occasional sound of shattering glass or the screech of metal against metal. A car alarm would blare for a few moments before falling silent once more.

These sounds, too, added to the unease that hung in the air, hinting at the possibility of danger lurking in the darkness.

For those who knew of the existence of ghouls, quiet streets would be even more unsettling. People would be acutely aware that a ghoul could lurk somewhere in the shadows, watching, waiting for its next victim. The silence of the street, combined with the faint scent of blood in the air, would make them feel like they were walking on thin ice, with danger lurking around every corner.

The 13th ward, Seochu-gu.

The pale moonlight bathed the ward where ghouls were recently reported to be lurking in the shadows. The usually bustling streets were now empty, only to be filled in by a large group of doves - some dressed in formal KCCG attire while others were heavily armed. Operating vehicles and drones were also present, adding to the sense of preparation and anticipation in the air. As Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division II, approached, the sound of footsteps echoed through the night, accompanied by the presence of bureaus.

“Alright, good evening, doves,” Hoseok spoke, his voice firm and commanding. “I, Jung Hoseok, Chief Director of Division II, will be leading today’s Wipe Out Operation that is to be conducted here in the 13th ward.”

You and another four supreme investigators stood at attention, listening to Hoseok’s every word. “Operating squad involved in this operation will only be the Supreme Squad S2 and 75 Bureaus. Other than S2 and Bureau Investigators are required to leave the scene. Failed to do so and get caught by S2 squad members, the bureaus, or me, will receive disciplinary action.” Everyone present at the scene nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hoseok continued, “Commencing roll call on S2 squad. Please present your weapon.”

Each member stood tall and proud, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. The atmosphere was tense, and they knew they were about to embark on a dangerous mission. Finally, Hoseok began calling out names; each member stepped forward to present their weapon.

“Present as always.” A soulful voice spoke with confidence.

The roll call started with Jeon Jungkook, the Branch Director of 2nd Ward, as he confidently presented his weapon, the Angel Beat, an SS-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible speed and accuracy. Min Yoongi stepped forward with a bored, unbothered expression and presented his weapon, the 13’s Jason, a Rinkaku type rated S+. 13’s Jason was one of the most potent weapons in their arsenal, and Min Yoongi knew how to use it to devastating effect.

As the roll call continued, Park Jimin, another Special Class member, stepped forward proudly with his charming smile, “Never not present,” and presented his weapon, the IXA, a Koukaku type that was rated S+.

Kim Seokjin, your fellow Associate Special Class, followed suit, responded upon his name being called and presented his weapon, the Narukami, an S+-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible range and power.

Finally, your name was called out. Your grip tightened on your quinque as you presented your weapon, the Aus, a Rinkaku-type rated S+. The Aus was a fearsome weapon known for its speed and agility, and you had spent countless hours training with it to hone your skills. As the roll call came to a close, you stood steady, weapon at the ready.

Hoseok looked around at his team, impressed by their impressive arsenal. “Total of five members. Weapon rating from SS to S+.”

He then briefed the investigators on the operation. “This operation aims to cleanse the 13th ward off ghouls. It was brought to our attention that quite a number of ghouls have been roaming in this ward. Expect every worst possibility as the data collected by the bureaus have shown that several S+ rated ghouls are hiding in this ward.”

“Movement will be in personal formation with 15 Bureaus as back-ups. I will be assisting each one of you through the earpiece and monitoring through the drones.”

The investigators nodded, preparing themselves for the dangerous mission ahead. Hoseok gave them a nod of approval. “Doves, fight with your all. Best of luck,” he said before giving the signal.

“Operation commences.”

With a nod from your leader, the five of you set out into the dark night, ready to fight for justice and protect the citizens of the 13th ward from the threat of ghouls. You moved out, determined to eliminate the ghouls that lurked in the darkness. As all of you moved through the eerie streets of the 13th ward, the tension in the air was felt by everyone. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly as if warning any lurking ghouls of the doves’ presence. Jungkook took point, his Angel Beat quinque ready in his grip. He scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement.

“Clear,” he informed Hoseok, his voice crackling through your earpiece too.

As Jungkook ventured to his chosen route, the rest of the team moved forward, staying in formation before breaking into personal formation. Your squad moved deeper into the ward, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of ghoul activity. The tension was palpable, as all of you knew that any misstep could mean certain death or injury.

To describe Wipe-Out Operation with one word would be unpredictable. This operation was assigned to the Supreme Squad for a reason. Given the unpredictability, KCCG only sent out Associates Special Class and above to prevent any unwarranted damages, and it was usually conducted and supervised by Division Chief Director, Hoseok or Namjoon, according to the wards involved. KCCG strictly prohibited any ranks lower than Associate Special and Special from participating in the operation, no matter how great and exceptional one’s skills were.

It was the experience that counted, at least according to the KCCG’s higher-ups.

“Remaining doves, split into pairs,” Hoseok commanded. “The headquarters sent a newly found vision radar of the 13th ward, and the Rc levels are increasing. Jungkook, be informed. I will send out more bureaus to your side.”

“Very well.” His voice echoed in your earpiece following Hoseok.

“Bureaus, load your Q-bullets,” he ordered, stern and commanding.

The bureaus sprang into action, their movements quick and efficient. They reached for their bullet cases, deftly loading their Q-bullets into their quinques. The sound of the bullets clicking into place was the only noise in the silent night as they prepared themselves for the upcoming operation. They stood in line as they finished loading, waiting for the following order. Each one was ready for whatever lay ahead, their minds focused and their hearts beating with anticipation.

“Weapons are to be fired upon the orders of your respective formation leaders,” Hoseok instructed one last time before going off the communication system.

Suddenly, Yoongi urged you to follow him, “Let’s go (Y/N).”

Noticing the confusion on Jimin’s face, he clarified the situation by pointing out that it wouldn’t be a good idea to form a team with two associates and two special classes.

“In that case, you can take Jin,” Jimin countered, crossing his arms.

Yoongi scoffed, “Damn. Did I miss a notice stating that (Y/N) is your partner again?” He then grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the other side of the ward, leaving Jimin fuming with anger and Jin puzzled.

As you and Yoongi turned to a corner, a loud noise erupted. The two of you stopped any movements, weapons raised as a reflex. You knew better than to speak out loud, so you waited with bated breath. Suddenly, a figure leapt out from the shadows.

It was a ghoul.

Its Kagune gleamed in the dim light and moved at a thunder-like speed, but before the ghoul could even reach the two of you, Yoongi had already unsheathed his jagged quinque. His quinque sliced through the air with deadly accuracy as he pivoted on his heel and swung, slicing through its kagune. The ghoul stumbled backwards, blood gushing from the wound on its side. Yoongi didn’t give it a chance to recover, though. He pressed forward, striking blow after blow with his quinque.

The ghoul crumpled to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless.

You stood back, watching as Yoongi wrenched the blood off his weapon and rested it on his shoulder. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was the most ruthless, quick-witted investigator ever to be born in KCCG. But at that moment, you wished he was anything but those. The ghoul you and Yoongi had encountered was a lone male ghoul. But it wasn’t that fact that made you hesitant.

He looked terrified. Eyes wide with fear.

It wasn’t the fear of being found by doves.

The fear in his eyes was present even before the pair of you arrived. He was about to say something before Yoongi killed him. You didn’t miss the tremble of his lips. “He was trying to tell something.” You approached the dead body.

Yoongi crouched down beside you and examined the ghoul’s face. “It doesn’t matter now.”

You frowned; you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might have missed something important. You scanned the area to see if there were other ghouls nearby, but there weren’t any. You and Yoongi moved forward cautiously. The streets of the 13th ward were silent. The moon shone down the deserted road, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. As you and your partner walked further into the area, Yoongi suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to do the same.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, approaching you rapidly.

Yoongi swung his quinque, ready for use, a menacing look on his face. You followed suit, grip on your weapon tightening. The footsteps grew closer, and you could see the silhouette of three figures approaching your direction with crazed expressions on their faces, ready to attack.

Without hesitation, Yoongi charged forward, striking one of the ghouls with a swift blow from his quinque. They clashed back and forth, Yoongi using his agility to dodge the ghoul’s attacks and strike back with his 13’s Jason. Each time he landed a hit, the ghoul would let out a pained growl, but it only seemed to make it more aggressive.

But it made Yoongi scoff.

He found it funny how the ghoul tried to act mighty and strong when he could easily detach the head from the neck with bare hands. Yoongi fought the creature with a clear stance and graceful movements as if he was performing a dance.

A deadly dance.

He was, after all, a killing machine masking as a delicate doll.

The remaining two turned their attention to you. The male ghoul was massive, towering over you with impressive height and a menacing expression. His kagune, a long tentacle-like appendage, whipped through the air as it prepared to attack. He lunged forward, forming his kagune into a claw; he aimed at your chest. But you quickly dodged the attack, stepping to the side and bringing your Aus up in a defensive stance. He snarled and attacked again.

Yoongi launched a powerful attack with his kagune, slicing through the ghoul’s torso and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He dragged his quinque painfully slow through the ghoul’s body as more blood flowed out. He lazily turned his head toward your direction. You were fighting two ghouls, but he didn’t have any intention of helping you, so he continued playing with the dead body.

You can handle them…

Probably, he shrugged.

With a swift movement of your wrist, you sliced through the ghoul’s arm, causing him to screech in pain and recoil. The second one finally jumped into the fight. She was relentless, her kagune striking out again and again, but you were unyielding, dodging, blocking, and attacking with unflinching determination. She charged at you upon seeing her friend being taken down, but again, you instinctively dodged to the side, swinging your quinque in a wide arc. She was fast, but you were quicker as you blocked and deflected her attacks while landing blows of your own. Your weapon finally made heavy contact with the ghoul’s flesh, spraying a shower of blood into the air. She howled in pain, but you couldn’t feel any sympathy; instead, you could feel a rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, the injured male lunged forward with lightning speed, his kagune striking at you with deadly force. You looked at him with a condescending smirk, “A strong one, aren’t you?”

It was almost psychotic how your tone sounded because nothing could’ve prepared your opponents for your sudden move. Your quinque pierced through the ghoul’s flesh in a blink of an eye, and he let out a final howl before collapsing to the ground, dead.

It took the female one off guard, but you didn’t give her time to recover as you jumped over her head and delivered a powerful kick to its back. She was sent flying with great force; probably broke a few bones and damaged some areas of skin. You looked down at her spasming figure with malice and plunged your Aus into her back, ending her life immediately.

The bureaus under your command had shocking looks on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other as if realising that you were not to be underestimated. Of course, they had always heard the praises that fell from the lips of the higher-ups that you were a skilled investigator, but seeing you in action was entirely another thing.

“New recruits?” Yoongi’s voice was calm and collected, betraying no hint of emotion as he finished off the ghoul he was handling just now.

He did detach the head from the neck.

The bureaus’ complexion paled, every colour drained at the horrendous sight before them.

“Right, I forgot bureaus don’t kill all the time,” because it was clear that killing ghouls was just another day in the life of a KCCG investigator.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the corner of your eye. It has to be a mistake. A low growl echoed through the hallway, causing the team to freeze. They knew that sound all too well - it was the sound of a ghoul.

Not just an ordinary ghoul.

“It’s the Owl.”

Yoongi’s voice was the last thing you heard before the explosive sound of the Owl crashing on the ground, announcing its presence and causing debris to rain down on everyone. The heavy feelings that have been crawling on your back. The first ghoul you had encountered, the terror and fear in his eyes.

The three ghouls that were killed.

They died in the hands of doves instead of the Owl.

It was unintentional that they encountered us.

They were running away from the grim reaper but still stumbled on death’s door.

“Take cover!” You commanded the bureaus, grabbing the nearest to you by the arm and pulling them towards the most immediate cover. You and Yoongi were split as he jumped toward the right side. You positioned yourself in front of the female bureau you had pulled with you, shielding her from any potential danger.

The Owl planned all of this. None of these were coincidences.

Reaching for your ear device, you contacted Hoseok, “Emergency code red-O, triple S; Yong. Location, North–”

“Bureaus, fire!”

Upon Yoongi’s command, the bureaus opened fire on the Owl. The air was filled with the sound of gunfire and the whistling of projectiles. But the bullets seemed to have no effect on it. The Owl grew even more enraged and began to thrash about wildly. Its tentacles flailed out in every direction, knocking over walls and sending debris flying through the air.

What the fuck?

Why is he provoking Yong?!

Owls were immune to Q-bullets; sometimes, even quinque does no damage. He should know that.

“Fall back!” You shouted through the chaos, but your command fell on deaf ears. The sound of the continuous firing prevented your voice from reaching your comrades. You scrambled to dodge the tentacles and find another safe cover. You could feel the ground shaking beneath you as Owl continued to wreak havoc on the ward. The dangerous creature let out a deafening screech. Its eyes glowed red as it turned its attention toward the bureaus. It flapped its kagune and leapt into the air, swooping down towards them with incredible speed. The armed investigators scattered desperately, trying to avoid the creature’s deadly tentacles.

“Investigator Min, we need to–”

Yong pounced on a group of bureaus, slashing and tearing with its razor-sharp appendages. They screamed in terror as the beast’s relentless assault tore them apart. Some were still shooting and firing in hopes of distracting or even injuring – just a minor wound on the Owl, but despite their best efforts, the attacks seemed only to enrage the Owl further. It seemed almost invincible, unstoppable in its rage. Its attacks became increasingly ferocious, and the investigators found themselves quickly losing ground.

You turned to your partner in terror, hoping he would just look you in the eyes and bellow a command. “Min Yoongi – !” Except he was not in his spot.

The Owl turned around just in time to block your superior’s attack with its own kagune. It countered with a devastating strike that nearly took Yoongi off his feet.

“Yoongi, Hoseok is on the way. We need to retreat first!” You tried to reach him again while trying to gather the bureaus. The situation was already chaos at its finest; Yoongi definitely didn’t need to add up to it.

With a violent swing of his 13’s Jason, Yoongi charged forward once more, his quinque gleaming in the dim light of the ward. The two engaged in an intense battle, their weapons clashing with each other in a violent symphony. He lunged at the Owl, his quinque slashing through the air toward the ghoul’s head. But no matter how skilled Yoongi was, Owl was no easy opponent, and it had yet to unleash its full power.

Yoongi was not Namjoon.

Not even Hoseok.

Skills unmatched.

Yong’s eyes glowed with malice. Sidestepping the attack, it launched itself towards Yoongi; massive kagune extended, robust scale-red slashed through the air and to his abdomen. Yoongi stumbled back as blood seeped through his shirt.

He cursed under his breath, looking down at his open wound. His stamina was decreasing significantly from all those attacks and defences. But his body had long entered survival mode; he was far from exhausted. The Owl that stood in front of him, he knew very well.

The same Owl that caused a riot and havoc back in his hometown.

The very same Owl that became the reason why he was in KCCG instead of living happily with his family.

The one and only Owl that was responsible for his first ever traumatic event.

The fucking Owl that–

“Yoongi, dodge!” You slammed your body toward Yoongi without thinking twice the moment you saw his eyes go blank. You’ve seen that Yoongi way too many times. The Yoongi that would be deep in thought and stare into nothingness when you passed by his office. The only moment where he would show vulnerability unconsciously, and you knew how much he hated it– because you hated it too– but that always happened in the KCCG building and never, ever during a mission.

The collision between your body and Yoongi’s was extremely powerful that it sent him flying to the other side, to a safer side. His eyes finally met yours as his train of thought was interrupted. The worried expression on his face was the first you ever saw in your time working with him as he screamed your name with great desperation. You could swear you saw his eyes turn glossy before you were sent flying.

You pushed him just in time but were a second late to dodge the Owl’s full-force attack. Your Aus managed only to cover your torso as the Owl’s movement was too quick for your reflex. Your whole body met with the Owl’s heavy blow.

Since when does getting hit by your own quinque hurt like bitch? “S-shit…”

Your body was numb.

Hey, at least you’re not feeling pain.

Better than feeling the pain like someone was taking away your soul.

“Oh, my lady,” A voice reached your ears, although it was very faint due to the impact your body had experienced. You knew whose voice it was. “Do you recognise me?”

It was Hoseok.

You blinked twice as a yes.

“Good girl.” Weirdly you could feel his gentle stroke on your hair. His warmth reached your cold, numbing body. You wanted to close your eyes. “I need you to stay with us until you reach the hospital. Can you do that for me?”

You were tired. You didn’t think you could comply with this order.

“I know you’re tired and hurt, (Y/N), but I need you to just stay conscious. Jin will keep you company. I will take over everything from here. Take a rest, but please stay alive.”

The next thing you know, Jin was already on your side with a worried expression. “(Y/N), hang on there. The ambulance is on the way.” He stroked your hair with his rough, calloused hand – probably due to handling those heavy killing weapons. Your hands were no different. In fact, all ghoul investigators were bound to roughen their hands.

With the quinques.

And with blood.

Oh, are you regretting your decision, (Y/N)?

Never.

“Stay with us, (Y/N),” you heard Jungkook’s voice. Quinque was thrown to the side as he kneeled next to you. You swore his force could’ve injured his knees, but he didn’t seem to care at all by the looks of it. His eyes were only on you. Pupils dilated in fear. Hands and lips trembled as he spoke. “It must’ve hurt a lot, Sakura.”

Sakura.

“Yeah,” you said with minimal energy. “It hurts a lot, Koo.”

Jimin arrived last at the scene. He was out of breath from the sprinting he did when he received Hoseok’s assembly order. His eyes first landed on your half-alive body before the sight of the hideous monster caught his eyes.

Yoongi and (Y/N) couldn’t be that stupid to try and take the Owl down.

One was a half-ghoul, and another one was pure human.

“Oh, Yong Owl,” Hoseok had left your side, hands stuffed in his pockets and walked towards Yoongi, ordering the other fellow Supreme Squad members to follow him with bureaus at the ready. “It’s been a while, don’t you think?”

Yong Owl.

That name caught Jimin’s attention. When Hoseok commanded him to come here, he wasn’t informed which Owl was at the scene; only his rate was told. Jimin pushed back his hair from his forehead. He so badly wanted to burst into a loud laugh. He let his hand stay on his face longer but couldn’t contain the vicious smirk tugging on his lips at the realisation. Of course, it wasn’t you that could be so stupid in this situation.

You were the result of Yoongi’s stupidity.

Yong wasn’t some random Owl. Of course, he wasn’t, even for KCCG. But Yong was especially not some random Owl for Yoongi.

Jungkook hesitated to walk away from you but got on his feet and stood next to Jin with a concerned face for a few seconds. You were, after all, a Jeon. He couldn’t bear to see his family in pain and let the assaulter run away. He was torn between staying by your side or taking down Yong Owl. Jimin slung his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling the younger with him heading towards the Owl.

Yong was the murderer of Yoongi’s family.

“We’ll be right back, (Y/N),” Jimin sent you a wink. A smirk followed shortly after as he continued. “After this, no more danger you can’t take on will come your way.”

Silly Yoongi, but thank you for the opportunity, soulmate.

“Didn’t expect to see me?” Hoseok smiled. “I know you wish to have encountered Namjoon instead because he always lets you go unscathed, worried for his teammates.”

Yong took a step back as the Chief Director took a step forward. Hoseok was known for his ruthlessness, and that fact was well-learned even for ghouls, even for Owls. While he seemed like the most gentle and caring person, the fact was that he was still a ghoul investigator. His motto in KCCG was to kill with passion. He has worked for KCCG for the longest among everyone. His entire bloodline was born only to serve KCCG for the betterment of the world.

Most Owls have their own hideouts that were undetectable by KCCG; hence it was unlikely for Owls to bump into the doves. Moreover, Owls always stayed lowkey.

“But things work differently for me. You bark, I bite.”

A bureau walked towards Hoseok to hand him a quinque suitcase. Jimin whistled at the sight. He knew what was in that. Heck, it even looked different than any other quinque suitcase.

It was the legendary quinque.

It was the quinque imported from CCG, Japan. Previously wielded by Kishou Arima, the legendary ghoul investigator before he died, since then, the quinque has been stored in CCG’s top secret room. It was only recently an evaluation was done to hand over the quinque to worthy hands and make use of it. Hoseok was invited to take part in the evaluation and easily scored the highest. The quinque was named Owl, created from a kakuhou torn out of the Non-Killing Owl during the battle against Arima. Crafted with precision and designed for devastating efficiency, it possessed an air of elegance despite its deadly purpose. It was the only known SSS-rated quinque and the only one known to be created from a living ghoul. 

“Unlucky for you; you hurt my favourite person.” Hoseok shook his head in disappointment as he was just scolding a child for his wrongdoing. He activated the suitcase, and immediately, it transformed into the Owl.

The Owl quinque was a masterpiece of engineering, combining intricate craftsmanship with advanced technology. Its appearance was both captivating and haunting, resembling a pair of oversized metallic wings. The wings were adorned with intricate patterns and etchings, reflecting the meticulous attention to detail put into its creation. The surface of the quinque gleamed with a metallic sheen, hinting at its superior strength and durability. The blade of the quinque was razor-sharp, capable of easily slicing through flesh and exoskeleton. Its edges were finely honed and meticulously maintained, ensuring maximum combat-cutting efficiency.

But it was not just its physical attributes that made the Owl quinque so formidable. Within its core lay a unique and deadly mechanism. With a simple flick of a switch, the quinque would unleash its true power. The wings would unfold, revealing hidden compartments and mechanisms, each serving a specific purpose in enhancing combat capabilities. The Owl quinque was known for its incredible speed and agility. It allowed its wielder to move with astonishing swiftness, striking down enemies in a flurry of precise and lethal attacks. Its versatility was unmatched, enabling the wielder to seamlessly transition between offensive and defensive maneuvers, easily adapting to any situation.

Moreover, the quinque possessed a unique ability to absorb and manipulate the kagune, the potent weapon of the ghouls. It could absorb the kagune’s energy and redirect it with devastating force, turning the enemy’s own power against them. This ability allowed the wielder to effectively counter even the most formidable opponents, turning their strength into their downfall.

The sheer power and elegance of the Owl quinque made it a symbol of Arima’s skill and prowess as a CCG investigator. Its reputation preceded it, striking fear into the hearts of ghouls and admiration in the minds of fellow investigators.

It was a weapon of legend, capable of rewriting the course of battles and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Weapon at ready, Hoseok began again, “I don’t want your death.”

In the hands of Arima, the Owl quinque became an extension of his own being. It embodied his relentless determination and unwavering resolve in the face of darkness. With each swing and strike, he delivered justice with chilling precision, carving a path through the ghouls that dared to challenge him, and it was about to be the same for Hoseok.

The legend of the Owl quinque would be relived in his hands.

“Your scream when I extract fragments of you in Cochlea sounds more satisfying.”

And he would start by painting the blood of Yong on the quinque.

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Steel Blue: The Chasm

This is the second novelette of the Shades of Obsession Universe. The sequence of each member's 'love story' is yet to be put out, but Yoongi's story begins before Jin and Taehyung's.

Shades of Obsession Universe

Steel Blue Masterlist

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Yandere Yoongi x Original Character

The knife made a low, soft thud each time it came in contact with the cutting board. The lid of the pot fogged as steam collected on its surface. Giving it a short but vigilant glance, Holly resumed her focus on chopping the vegetables. As soon as she removed the lid, a cloud of steam rushed up.

“Perfect.”

She hummed to herself as she put the vegetables into the stew. It was her boyfriend’s comfort food. And perhaps it was not an expected dish to be served for date night but tomorrow was his birthday and she wanted the date night to make it as comforting and beautiful as possible— just her and him.

She had also prepared some appetizers to his liking. All that was left was to prepare a warm and relaxing bath for him. She had filled the bathroom cabinets with his favourite bath bombs and scented candles. All the things that would loosen the stressful knots in him.

Putting the stew away, she wiped her hands and took off her apron before glancing at the clock and then at the door. It was about time, he should be home any moment. He promised to be home by—

The doorbell rang twice.

Holly rushed to open it. And as anticipated, she was greeted by her boyfriend. He gave her a tired smile.

“I kept my promise. Happy?”

Yoongi’s voice was a low baritone as he walked in, shoulders slumped and lips chapped. Despite the onset of the spring season, the evenings were frosty still and the redness of his nose showed that.

“Why don’t you freshen up first I have prepared a hot bath and—”

“Thank you.”  

With that, Yoongi walked past her, straight into the bedroom. Holly stood and watched as he discarded his jacket carelessly on the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Salad.

Yes, she had not prepared the salad yet.

With that, she rushed back into the kitchen and proceeded to cut the ingredients and make a dressing for the salad before Yoongi would come back.

Holly put all her focus on the salad, and by the time she was done- satisfied with the product, she turned around, only to find Yoongi sitting at the dining table.

“Oh, you are done?” how come she never heard him walking in and sitting?

“Yes. I…I took a quick shower actually, I was hungry. I called you twice but I think you were busy with the salad.” his eyes dropped to the bowl in her grasp.

“Y-yes, yes, I think I was too engrossed with it.”

“I like the aroma.”

“It is your favourite stew.” she walked to the table and placed the salad on it. “But first, appetizers.”

“You went all three-course?”

“Four actually, I even have dessert.”

A faint smile graced his lips. “Oh, I see. Sit down, please.”

Holly sat as Yoongi prepared the plates- chopsticks for him, fork and spoon.

“That’s not needed, I know how to use chopsticks by now.”

“Yes but, I thought you would be more comfortable with these.”

“I’m comfortable with chopsticks now, don’t worry.”

And she was. Yoongi observed how well she had learnt to use them over the years. And not only chopsticks, but she also perfected his favourite dish, she had mastered so many Korean recipes.

He could not even recall when was the first time they had cooked together a delicacy of her own country. When was the last time he had cooked for her? He knew she loved his cooking.

He licked his lips and focused on plating the food. He could at least try. They had to try. The food was, needless to say, good. But all were his favourite items.

“It’s delicious.”

She smiled at his appreciation before going back to eating. The soft clinking noise was the only sound prevalent in the room until she spoke up again.

“We have a date tomorrow, you remember, right?”

Yoongi did not look up from his plate. He focused on eating instead.

“Yoongi?”

He heard her, of course, he heard her but he could not afford another day’s work hours cut short. Their date was important to him, but not more than the songs he and his team members were so diligently working on.

“I’m sorry I cannot make it tomorrow. Namjoon is working on some songs and me and Hobi are going to evaluate—”

“Hoseok can do that.”

“My inputs are just as important, you know that Holly.” he sighed, too tired for another argument.

“But Mr Kang told us that we need to spend more time with each other, at least two dates a week is required.”

“We can speak to him this weekend about my schedule then. No big deal, we will have to find an alternative.”

“It’s for the initial months. It won’t be a regular thing. You can go back to your schedule after—”

“After? After what? After a therapist fixes our relationship?”

“We did not know what else to do?”

“This was your idea.” Yoongi hissed lowly.

“So what did you expect me? Sit and watch us fall apart?” Holly held an exasperated expression as her grip on her chopstick tightened.

Yoongi stared back at her, equally frustrated.

“We could talk this out. You just booked an appointment and dragged me there.” he deadpanned.

“Really? You are either tired, frustrated, or absent- every time we tried to talk it escalated into an argument, why can’t you see we needed this!”

He noticed how beautifully she had learnt his language. When was the last time she spoke to him in her mother tongue?

“When was the last time you cooked something from your country?”

“W-what?” her eyes held confusion “How is this even relevant?”

“It is. It is very much relevant. You have–I mean don’t you miss it?”

“I miss us, Yoongi, and that is why I am trying everything in my power to save this relationship, but I cannot do this alone. I need you.”

Holly could feel the dull sting behind her eyes, all too familiar and all too quick.

This was supposed to be their night, it was supposed to end peacefully, and it was supposed to remind them how important they were to each other.

“I am here, Holly, I try to be here as much as I  can but are you?”

“What do you mean?”

Yoongi opened his mouth to spit out the words that hung at the tip of his tongue but could not. It did not feel right, but that was all he could think of at the moment. Yet, her glassy eyes prevented him from screaming his heart out. He gulped and instead focused on his food.

He was hungry.

Yes, he was hungry. And tired.

“Yoongi? Yoongi, look at me. Why do you always stop like that? Tell me?”

“What?” he muttered as he looked up.

“Tell me what is wrong?”

He paused with a hard star.

“You want to know what is wrong, Holly?” he gritted out.

“This…This perfection- the perfect girlfriend who has mastered each of her boyfriend’s favourite dishes, remembers all important days…Like…Like…”

“Like what?” she was bewildered. 

Was not he happy that she understood and knew him?

“I don’t know Holly…You have strived to be the ‘perfect girlfriend’... So perfect that I do not recognise you anymore!”

Holly blinked back her tears. She could not fathom his words, if anything, they confused her. What was he complaining about?

“I–I don’t understand. What do you mean? I thought you are happy.”

“Exactly! You are trying to make me happy…And you are not– you are not you anymore Holly…”

Yoongi felt tears welling up.

A whole year’s frustration piling up, ready to burst out from the tightly-closed glass jar.

“You are not the Holly I fell in love with. The one who often made simple errors in the kitchen, the one who loved desserts from her country and made me try them, the one who was curious about me, one who was comfortable in her own imperfections, the one who–I don’t know…I feel like I have never given so much effort in this relationship, and it seems forced to me, a responsibility…We are not the same people who met in that old-style ramen stall anymore!”

He knew his words were haphazard, they did not come out as he wanted, but at least he let it out. He never realised that he had raised his voice, but he felt the strain afterwards as he leaned against his chair- exhausted, frustrated, lost.

“I thought…I should learn.” she whispered out.

“Unlearn then…Please. You are a completely different person…You don’t need to be perfect, I need you here. You are assimilating, Holly, and I feel like I’m losing you. I am not perfect either, please. We can’t be this…This perfect couple, that’s not us”

“I thought–I mean we are getting married, soon, I should learn to live with you.”

Yoongi licked his lips and looked away. Growing frustrated with each passing moment. He felt utterly helpless, and it was his own doing. He just…

He shook his head and stood up. “I’m sorry, I never knew…You looked so happy that day.”

“What do you mean?”

She felt a strange chill infesting her.

“Yoongi?”

Yoongi gulped and ran his fingers through his hair. He messed up. And the guilt would not spare him a moment’s peace.

“I’m sorry…I can’t anymore. I lied to you.”

 He could watch the confusion and he knew what would follow if he continued. He continued regardless, he had to let it all out.

“I was-I am not ready. I did not want to get engaged but you–I felt the need to reassure you and I thought that I would get used to it eventually. I could not…You just…You act like a perfect wife already as if-as if we are in a  fucking perfect marriage- we are not Holly! People are not perfect- neither should they be. I am not. And I...I cannot take this pressure anymore.”

He watched, with welled-up eyes as tears freely flowed from her eyes. The realisation where it all went downhill dawned on her, it was like Yoongi could see the process itself. He looked away.

She had been weaving a fairytale dream- and it was smothering him.

“So…So you lied to me? Y-you proposed to me, Yoongi…Why put a ring on my finger then?” she rose from her chair as well.

“I’m sorry, I’m so…Sorry. You needed assurance, I loved you, I love you still, but I do not feel like I am with the girl I fell I fell in love with. Not anymore.”

He felt the warmth of his first tear on his heated cheek and looked away. 

Seeing no other reason to stay, he walked back into the bedroom, took his previously discarded jacket from the bed and walked out of the apartment. He did not have the courage to turn back and watch the damage he had done. 

There was no turning back.

Holly stood there, flinching at the sound of the door shutting. She realised that her cheeks were damp. Feeling her legs grow heavier with each passing moment, she sat back on the chair. And she kept sitting there until the hour hand struck midnight.

With no sign of Yoongi returning, she stood up, opened the fridge and took out the cake she had baked for his birthday. She gave it a long, yearning stare, before dumping it into the dustbin.

—-----

Mr Kang’s office was pristine, and for the first time, she realised how unnatural and unhomely the perfection looked.

“Should we wait for Mr Min? He knows that we have an appointment, I think.”

“He is not coming.” Holly replied simply.

She was back at Mr Kang’s office a day after Yoongi’s birthday- he did not return home since he left.

“How was the date, Ms Wilson?”

“There was no date.” it was a defeated whisper, 

“Any particular reason?”

Holly remained silent, she could not bring herself to repeat the stabbing words.

“It’s okay if you do not want to tell me, how about we—”

“I’m sorry, can we cut this session short?”

Mr Kang observed her for a moment, but before he could respond, the door opened with a knock, revealing Yoongi.

“I’m sorry. I’m late.”

Yoongi gave him a nod and bow before his gaze found Holly, who did not look up.

"The session is not over, I believe?" he eyed Mr Kang expectantly.

“Of course not, Mr Min. Please sit down.”

Yoongi took a seat on the other end of the couch, the distance between them had not reduced since their first session, which was two weeks ago. But this time, Yoongi noticed.

“I heard that the date night could not happen. Any special reason?”

Yoongi stiffened and nodded.

“I did not show up.”

Mr Kang nodded before writing something on his notepad. 

“We almost had a dinner date at home, the night before my birthday.” Yoongi continued with initial hesitance.

Mr Kang gave him an encouraging nod “And how did it go?”

Yoongi looked at Holly, who refused to look back at him.

He turned to Mr Kang and responded “I messed up. I was being honest- but I failed to communicate.”

“Would you explain?”

“I told her that I proposed to her because I felt pressured to do so…Which is true, but not completely. I did not feel pressured because I do not love Holly. I love her- I loved her before I proposed, I loved her while I proposed, and I love her still. I just never saw marriage as a validation of love. Perhaps I have been too afraid of this…Permanent thing. Because I know that I can never give her the tranquil married life that she had always wanted. And she adapted to my culture, my language, and my way of life so easily, so beautifully, it only reminded me how I was going to disappoint her in future. She wants marriage, I don’t. Not because I don’t love her, no, because I know that I cannot be the husband she deserves.” 

He turned to Holly again, who sat still, gazing at the floor.

“You had become so busy in becoming the ‘perfect wife material’, trying to appease me, you lost yourself, Holly. And I never wanted this. And each time look at you, I realise how much less effort I have been putting in and it makes me feel pressurized. Because I am not the husband you want…This was not us, Holly. This was not the love we built together.”

Holly Wilson still refused to look up and meet his gaze, refused to break the silence from her side that was eating him alive.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Holly, say something…I just wanted us to be back the way we were. You were you…And I-I am still me but, not you.”

“If you still loved me, if you still trusted me, you would not have lied to me. You would have told me what you felt.”

She finally broke the silence, but her voice did not rise beyond a whisper.

Min Yoongi had never been the expressive kind, and when he said that he loved her, he meant it with all of his heart. He had gone straight to Namjoon’s apartment after the argument and when he spoke with the younger, he had gained a sort of clarity of his thought, his doubts and objections. Namjoon helped him see what truly was at risk and what truly had gone wrong.

And things had started going downhill ever since the day he decided to propose to her instead of talking it out with her.

“You have to believe me this time.” 

Holly only scoffed. 

The silence stretched on for another moment before Mr Kang decided to break it.

“It is a good sign that you are gaining clarity Mr Min, and communicating better. This is one step forward. However, seeing the situation, why don’t we divert our approach for today? Let’s do something lighter. Okay? Ms Wilson?”

Holly finally looked up, straightened her shoulders and nodded with a quiet ‘sure’.

“So, tell me, Ms Wilson, what are the things you love about Mr Min that even he fails to notice, or appreciate? Something that very few people notice?”

Holly sighed and began after a short silence.

“I love it when he pretends that he does not need attention but just puts himself on my way to gain it. I love the way he loses himself when he plays the piano, with the little movements of his shoulders that he does involuntarily as if he is dancing to the music in his mind. I love it when…When he makes a certain sound while contemplating a task at hand. I love the way he treats his band members as his family and I adore the fact that he keeps in mind my favourite tea brand, the type, and the cookies I like to have with it. I love it when he wakes up before sunrise and takes pictures of the rising sun, only to go back to bed again. And I love it how he takes the side of the bed facing the door so that he could keep me safe.”

She paused and bit her lips, trying to hold back the tears threatening to escape her eyes.

“And I love it when his hand reaches out for mine unconsciously, even in sleep. I love his low humming while shaves in the bathroom. I love his old pinewood perfume, I love how his cheeks swell when he purses his lips…And I love it when he gets drunk- the way his face flushes and he loosens up a little. I love the way his cold hands warm up with mine, like the sun rising on a winter morning. And I love it when he cooks for me- even if it’s a simple, untoasted sandwich, I love it because he made it.”

By the time she was done, a single tear had already traced her cheek- every moment she spent with him flashed in front of her as if it were her last moments on earth and all her life had been concentrated in those, tiny, but beautiful moments- moments she would never forget.

“And Mr Min?”

Yoongi sighed inaudibly and bit the insides of his lips before he began-

“I love it when she closes her eyes to the morning sunrays as if absorbing them, I have secretly taken so many pictures of her, with the little smile playing on her lips I adore so much. I love it when she makes tiny mistakes while making a dish from my culture- it’s cute actually. I love it when she faces me in her sleep and snuggles close to me as if I am her safe person. I love the warmth her hands provide when they touch mine, and I love the feeling of our fingers intertwining together like a vine, it’s a natural instinct to go for her hand, to hold her hand. I love it when she sings in the shower, it’s quite off the tune actually- funny to the ears of a musician but I love it anyway. I love all the imperfections she possesses and has been trying so desperately to get rid of. But I want her to know, that if she does, she would be giving away a part of her that I have always adored. I love it when she wakes up often due to my movements when I wake up to take pictures of the rising sun, but then pretends to be asleep. But I notice her irregular breathing and her fluttering eyelids.”

 Yoongi chuckled at the end, all the moments flooding into his mind like an old film. He turned to her, only to find her looking at him.

Finally!

He mentally sighed in relief as his eyes met hers.

“Well done, Mr Min and Ms Wilson. The session ends here.” Mr Kang declared.

Holly stood up and walked out as soon as he did without another word. 

“Mr Min, could I have a word with you please?”

Mr Kang’s words paused Yoongi’s movements and he sat back down with a nod.

“As much as I can interpret, the day before yesterday, you told her how you feel regarding the engagement, am I right?” 

Yoongi nodded “Yes, I did. I told her that I only proposed to her so that she would be reassured of my love for her. But for me, a ring cannot decide out love’s depth. She had always dreamt of that fairytale-like married life- filled with cosy comfort and contentment. And I cannot give her that.”

“So, where do you think the problem lies? The differences in opinion regarding married life? Or have you subconsciously pushed her away, thinking that you do not deserve her?”

Yoongi was a little taken aback by the way Mr Kang detected the deepest roots of the issue- but then again, he was a renowned couple therapist. He nodded slowly and admitted.

“I can never give her what she deserves, my life would not let me- not until I retire. But even then, music would always be my first love, her actions, her efforts make me feel so…makes me realise that I am not doing enough, I have never done enough.”

“Maybe, it is not the ‘fairy-tale marriage’ Ms Wilson wants, Mr Min- maybe it's simply marriage is what she wants- marriage with you.”

Yoongi frowned at the conclusion, but Mr Kang continued 

“Had she really wanted such a perfect married life, she would have expected and urged you to fit into the ‘perfect husband material’ frame as well, but she did not, did she? Yes, she did bring in some significant changes in her own habits which, reasonably made you uncomfortable, or, miss the person she once was. But maybe, you can try looking through a different prospect? Maybe she had intended to better herself. Maybe she has been feeling unworthy of you, or insecure too?”

“What do you mean, Mr Kang?”

“What I mean is that all you both need to do is to communicate clearly, and try not to hurt each others’ feelings while doing so. I believe Ms Wilson had not hurt your feelings- not at least the way you did hers.”

Yoongi could not help but nod. He had messed up- no, he fucked up. He really fucked up this time.

“Mr Min, I want you to answer me honestly, how do you see your future?”

“In future…Well, me making more music, BTS all over the billboards around the world- not just our country,- all over the world. Me and Holly…” he paused, contemplating, before continuing- “We will get a kitten, or two. We will buy a countryside farmhouse and spend vacations there. Maybe along the way, we…we can have a child of our own.”

Mr Kang scribbled something on his notepad.

 “Hm, so you see the future with Ms Wilson?”

“Of course I do.”

“And what if  she is not there in the picture?”

Yoongi’s previously fidgeting fingers paused and knit together tightly

 “I would rather not think so.” he deadpanned.

“So you cannot afford to lose her?”

Yoongi did not respond to the question, instead, held the therapist’s gaze with calm confidence.

“Then fight for this, for her as she has for you, Mr Min. Unknowingly, you have given her the impression that she is not important enough to you, you have unconsciously made her insecure and maybe that’s why she felt this strong need to master everything in your life and adapt so quickly.”

Yoongi felt the familiar sting behind his eyes as he opened his eyes to Hooly’s perception. 

“Give her back the confidence, Mr Min, show her how important she is to you. Sometimes, it is important to show and verbally express.”

And all Yoongi could manage was a weak nod before he made his way out of the room.

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So, finally, the first chapter of 'Steel Blue' is here, there is more angst to come. I intended to be honest regarding the problem the couple faces and not take sides and I hope I did justice to this, if not, forgive me, I am only learning.

@oppa-agust-d @mintsugarmy @amoc94 @ratherbefangirling @yoongi-wife

#yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere yoongi #yandere suga #yandere yoongi x oc #yandere idol bts #yandere idol yoongi #yandere idolverse #shades of obsession #steel blue #yandere yoongi story

[chaoticpuff17]

Amygdala

part 15

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Hello, darlings! I know it's been a hot minute. School year started up and kiddos are crazy! Please enjoy the new chapter!--- chaotic puff

It took two days of rotting and sending both Yoongi and her guards into a frenzy of worry before Margot felt almost like herself again. By her third day she was up and dressed before Yoongi had even begun to stir. The past two days had taken their toll on him as well.

According to her security team, Yoongi had finally gotten the situation at work that had kept him at the “office” until late had finally been taken care of, but between work and his near panic about her rotting away, he was exhausted. When Margot woke up, Yoongi had still been asleep beside her, dead to the world, and that is where she’d left him.

Margot had crept down to the kitchen in the quiet hours of the morning. With Yoongi home, her security team was nowhere in sight, though she was sure that they were lingering somewhere in the building even if they weren’t in the penthouse.

Much to her surprise, Margot found that she quite enjoyed the penthouse when she was alone and all was quiet. Early morning light filtering through the windows was gentle and cast a soothing glow around the space. Curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, she could almost forget that she was a prisoner as she looked out across the city- almost but not quite.

There was still a lingering feeling of unease, an undercurrent to her peaceful morning that told her this wasn’t her home or her choice. It spurred her up from her position on the couch in search of the front door. She hadn’t set foot near it in the few days she’d been at the penthouse. There hadn’t been an opportunity. Either her guards or Yoongi were always with her. With so many eyes watching her every move, she hadn’t been able to investigate the entry to her cell or take in what measures had been put in place to keep her inside.

Much to her surprise, the door didn’t seem as though it had any over the top security systems in place. It was an ordinary door with an ordinary lock system. There didn’t even seem to be anything that kept her locked in from the inside aside from the run of the mill easily undone measures that every lock had.

Tentatively, Margot turned the handle, barely breathing as the door swung open revealing the narrow hall to the elevator and emergency stairs. It also revealed Chul waiting outside scrolling on his phone.

She had to suppress a snicker at the way he fumbled and snapped to attention as he noticed her standing in the open doorway.

“Buin!” He stuttered a little over the honorific. “Is there anything you need, ma’am?”

“No.” she shrugged, knowing full well her lackadaisical escape plan was no more. “Yoongi is still asleep and no one was around. I was exploring.”

Chul nodded, not entirely convinced by her explanation. “I see. Is there anywhere you’d like to go, ma’am?” He asked, giving her clothes a skeptical once over. “

“Not particularly.” she shrugged again. “We do need new dishes though. His are an awful shade of white.” she sighed to herself.

“We could head out as soon as you are ready, ma’am.” Chul stated with a smile. “The boss has said we can take you anywhere you’d like to go and left a credit card for any expenses.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn’t been aware that Yoongi was so prepared for her to venture into the world. Despite his overtures that she was not a prisoner, she hadn’t really expected him to keep his word on that matter.

“A credit card…” she repeated slowly as though she hadn’t quite heard him correctly. “like for shopping?”

“Yes, buin.” Chul smiled brightly. “We just have to tell the boss we’re headed out, and we’ll be fine.”

“He’s asleep right now.” she shrugged, not really put out by the fact that they wouldn’t be going out. She hadn’t truly believed they would to begin with.

“No, he’s not.” Yoongi’s soft, grumbly voice called from the direction of the entryway. Within a moment, his arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her in as he rested his chin against her shoulder. “Good morning, jagiya.”

She sighed in resigned irritation, but made no move to try to remove his arms. The effort would have been futile. Over the past few days she’d found that Yoongi was extremely clingy when he’d first woken up. Trying to get out of his embrace when he was like this was like trying to remove a barnacle.

“And where are you going, my love?” He murmured, nuzzling into her shoulder, the action sending an unpleasant shiver down her spine.

“Out.” She replied tersely, shoulders tense as he remained draped over her.

He huffed out a little chuckle. “Out where?”

“Out shopping. Your dishes are horrible.”

That earned her a full laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with my dishes.”

“They’re horrendous.”

Slowly, Yoongi untangled himself from her with a gummy smile that told everyone present how little he cared about the dishware. “If you want new dishes, we can get new dishes.”

Margot shot him a disgruntled look.

“There is no we. Your taste in dishware is horrible. You will have no part in this.”

“Is that so?” He asked with a raised brow.

“You kidnapped me. The least you can do is let me pick out my own dishes.” Her tone and expression were flat as she addressed him, completely void of any and all expression.

A wide, gummy grin spread over Yoongi’s features as he processed her words.

While she may have been trying to dissuade him from coming on her half-baked excursion, in his eyes it was a sign of her settling in. To him, this was Margot signaling that she wanted to make the space her own. If she was investing the time and effort to change aspects of the apartment, she wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.

“Nest to your heart’s content, love.”

Yoongi pressed a kiss to her hairline before stepping away from her entirely.

“Grab your shoes, jagi. I’ll get ready, and then we’ll head out.”

Margot froze, shooting him a look of complete consternation. “You’re not coming.”

“Of course I am. We’ve barely gotten to spend any time together.” Margot made a face, but held her tongue. “And I want to see what you pick.”

“You can see when we get back.” she pointed out stubbornly, trying to deter him despite knowing he was not one to be easily dissuaded.

Yoongi chuckled, ducking back in to place another quick kiss to her cheek. “Not a chance, jagi.”

Margot wiped her cheek in disgust. He’d been overly affectionate since the moment of their acquaintance, and for the most part she could brush it off, but the kisses were off-putting. There was only so much of the casual intimacy that she could take before it became too much to bear.

“We’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” Yoongi informed Chul, softly pushing Margot back into the confines of the apartment as he did.

“Of course, sir. I’ll have the car waiting. Will you be driving yourself today?”

Yoongi paused, mulling it over for a moment. “I’ll drive.”

“You don’t have to come.” Margot grumbled as Yoongi closed the door behind them.

All the humor had left his features as he assessed her now. Instead a small furrow marred the spot between his brows, and his lips set themselves in a grim line.

“I don’t like waking up without you.” He grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his tired features. “I thought, for a moment, that you were gone again.”

For a moment, Margot could have sworn that she heard the slightest wobble in his voice, but it was so faint that she couldn’t be sure.

“Would if I could.” she muttered, under her breath, moving further into the penthouse and away from Yoongi.

Yoongi was quick to catch up, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest, eliciting a small “eep” from Margot at the unexpected motion.

“I love you.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck with a smirk as a shiver went down Margot’s spine.

“Gross.” she huffed, pushing his arms away and deeply regretting the choice to wear her hair up. It provided him with far too much access when his intrusive thoughts told him to do something affectionate as though they were a couple. “That’s a bad decision on your part.”

“I think it’s an excellent decision.”

She shook her head sadly as she ventured towards the bedroom in search of shoes with Yoongi trailing behind her.

“So many, many bad decisions.”

Once they reached the bedroom, she headed for the closet while Yoongi headed towards the bathroom.

“I’ll grab a quick shower and get ready, and then we can go. Okay, jagi?”

“Or you could not come!” she called back as she began her single minded search for the particular pair of shoes that she had in mind.

“Not a chance, jagi!” he called back.

When Yoongi said a quick shower, he meant a quick shower. It was barely even ten minutes later when he emerged hair damp with a towel wrapped around his waist as he searched for his own clothes for the day.

“Jesus, Yoongi!” Margot shrieked, throwing her hands over her eyes. “Put some fucking clothes on!”

Yoongi shot her a smirk that she couldn’t see. “I’m not shy, sweetheart. Look all you want.”

“Pervert!”

Margot made her way out of the closet, scurrying quickly out of the bedroom entirely so as to avoid any more sightings of Yoongi in his towel. She didn’t need to be thinking about how much muscle he’d gained since college or the fact that he looked very very good without his shirt on. Part of her thought that Yoongi must have done it on purpose. He was always pushing the boundaries of where their nonexistent relationship actually was with actions that he thought matched the intimacy of the relationship they had in his head denoted.

It unnerved her just how domestic Yoongi made the entire kidnapping seem. Even today, he was acting as if this was a normal outing to pick dishware for their first home together. He’d called it nesting. In reality it was just a plot to spend his money on things he didn’t actually need and to get rid of the sanatorium white dishes she so despised. But it wasn’t the first thing that Yoongi had done that was domestic either.

Yoongi treated her as if they had been a couple for years. If one ignored the fact that he was a criminal and a kidnapper, you could almost believe that they had been a couple for years. He cooked. He placed sweet kisses on every innocuous piece of skin he could reach. He had even gotten out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to make her tea in an effort to help her get back to sleep. It was almost sickening in its domesticity, and yet he didn’t seem to find any problem with it. But he was the one who had kidnapped her after all. This was what he wanted.

“Are you ready, jagiya?” Yoongi asked, appearing out of nowhere and causing Margot to jump as he startled her.

“You need a bell or something.” she hissed, her hand pressed over her heart, feeling the muscles rapid rhythm against the palm of her hand.

“Noted.” The little smirk stretched across his lips earned him a glare from Margot. “Are you ready?”

“I’d be more ready if you weren’t coming.”

“You look lovely, jagi.”

“Flatterer.”

Margot marched out of the room towards the door with Yoongi following closely behind.

As irritated as she was to have Yoongi coming along, she was also incredibly relieved to be getting to leave the confines of the penthouse. Now that her period of rotting in bed was over, she could clearly tell that the days cooped up in the penthouse had done her no good, and she desperately wanted to feel the sun on her skin and to interact with people who were not Yoongi or her babysitters.

“Slow down, jagi.” Yoongi caught her hand, forcing her to slow down her brisk stride. “There’s no rush.”

“Says the one who’s been outside in the past few days.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that. “You aren’t a prisoner, jagi. You are allowed outside.”

“Not unaccompanied.” She pointed out lightly tugging at her hand as it remained in his grip though the movement did little to loosen his hold.

“It’s not so bad,” he shrugged. “Which you would know if you’d attempted to go outside before.”

Margot pursed her lips, keeping a snippy retort leashed behind her teeth as he poked at her though Yoongi quickly took note of the sour look on her face.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “That was unkind.”

“We can’t all be feisty heroines, Yoongi.” She replied softly. “Some of us need time to grieve what we’ve lost before we push boundaries.”

“I’m sorry.”

Margot tilted her head to the side, assessing Yoongi as she thought about his apology.

It wasn’t one that she needed or particularly wanted, but it had been given none the less. What she really wanted from him was something she knew he wouldn’t give. No one went through the trouble of taking someone prisoner just to let them go a few days later without getting what they wanted, and Margot certainly hadn’t given him what he wanted. She doubted he’d let her leave even if she did play along. If anything it would only feed into his delusions more.

And yet despite his delusions, he was genuinely sorry for causing her grief. It was maddening and sweet all at once, but mostly it was just maddening.

“I don’t need your apologies, Yoongi. I just want to go home.”

“You know that’s not an option, jagi.” His expression shuttered, the softness leaving his features as he steeled himself against the grief in her eyes, the soft pleading in her tone.

Just as his expression changed, hers did as well. All gentle pleading left her as quickly as it had come replaced by squared shoulders and a defiant glint shining in her eye.

“Still not your jagi.” she tossed over her shoulder as she moved towards the entryway once more. “Not your anything really.”

“Whatever you say, jagiya.” he chuckled, trailing after her.

Margot couldn’t stop moving as the elevator took them down to the street level. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, shifted her weight from one side to the other. Her fingers played with the bracelet on her wrist, twisting it over and over again. Part of her was certain that this was a joke, that Yoongi would take them right back inside when they reached the lobby, but despite that nagging negativity in the back of her mind, she was vibrating with excitement at the idea of being outside and the possibilities it presented.

Suddenly Margot stopped all movement, turning her attention to Yoongi as the elevator opened on the ground floor.

“Can I have my phone back?” she asked, stepping out of the elevator with him.

“Your phone?”

She nodded, giving him a look that suggested in no subtle way that the answer to that question should have been obvious. “My phone. I haven’t seen it since you kidnapped me, and I’m sure that there are people looking for me. My disappearance right before I was supposed to head to the countryside is highly suspicious you know.”

Yoongi scoffed out a sort of half laugh. “Want to contact your detective friend?”

“Namjoon-ssi?” Margot cocked her head to the side analyzing his expression her eyes widening as she puzzled out whatever she saw there. “You’re jealous!” She declared, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“Of course not.” he scoffed, averting his eyes. “Why would I be jealous of some no name detective?”

“You’re totally jealous.”

“He took you on a date.” he grumbled as he led her outside to where the black SUV he typically drove was waiting for them.

“Yeah, to get me out of having to talk to you.” Margot slipped into the passenger seat as Yoongi held the door open for her. “You’re jealous.”

Yoongi scoffed again, closing her door and moving towards his side of the car. “I have nothing to be jealous of. I’m far better than some no-name detective.”

“I don’t know. I actually like Namjoon’s company. Can’t say the same about you though.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous, jagiya?” he asked, leveling her with an unamused look as he slipped into the driver’s seat.

“Nope.” she leaned back, putting special emphasis on the ‘p’ with a little pop as she spoke. “Your feelings of jealously have no affect on me what-so-ever.”

“Careful, jagi. You won’t like me when I’m jealous.” he warned, his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

“I don’t like you currently.” she shrugged.

“Careful, love.” he warned again. “Now, where would you like to go?”

“Somewhere that sells non-horrible dishware.”

part 16

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[hauntedkidpersona]

Once upon a time - Chap 1

Pairing- Polybts x Reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings- Toxic behaviour, Power Play, Insecurities, Gender inequality, reverse harem, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, dom/sub dynamics, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, Eventual smut, arranged marriage au, Historical Fanfiction, poverty, hate/comfort, fluff, gender-roles swapped, Pet play, Mistress, Master, Dominance, Slight Yandere, rough handling.

Genre- Historical Fanfiction.

A/N - I hope you all enjoy this new series. This one was something that I had a thought. More like a small imagination that I wished to pen down and so here it is. Buckle up your seatbelts, we are in for a bumpy ride so-

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Next-

Amidst the sprawling dessert of Nikhali, you stood just across the beautiful Palace of illusions.

Decked up in red and a sparkling gold, resplendent like the sun that grinned coyly at you. Rays shimmered and drums rolled, pumping the hearts with a vigor; for unruly was this event of a lifetime.

One by one, passing through the line of the prosperous Kings lined up for the swayamvara. You refused to indulge anyone, seduction being an art you do not condon.

"Admired by the Kings, and yet the celestial beauty refuses to much less glance their way." Your maid-in-waiting ushers you to the next suitor, causing a slow ripel to the silence.

Swayamvara, a self-selection event where royal women get to choose and the men, compete to win her heart. May it be fighting or using wisdom to woo the heart of the lady. You, the Princess of the Kingdom of light are very much into the prime of her youth.

Entering the age of nineteen did open the doors of marriage proposals from all around the corners of the world.

You smile, eyeing the man that glimmers in rubies. Moving away, you speak "Beauty causes wars, it's a curse to be one."

"It's not when history pens you in golden words," The maid steps close, as the next Prince, who, by his nervous composure fails to amuse you.

It was boring, mind calculating at milliseconds, weighing the options being hard when all men had something that entices you "It looks as if he is more scared than the bride here."

Your maid's chuckle, entertaining the thought. "Earlier, he fell into the pond. Poor Prince."

You smile, the illusionary palace was crafted in mysterious ways. In avoiding the crystal clear water, he might have trudged along the other path. The carefully selected carpet made him a fool, beneath it being the pond made in jest to see whether the suitors were prepared or not.

"Stop laughing in his misery, the poor guy is already scared." You hush the onslaught of taunts, strewn across his neck like a chain of iron.

Behind you, the arena grumbled with the war cry of the two Kings. A sight for the citizens, the constant collision of swords now being a graveyard for the ones who watched in bated breath. Across the high stairs, stood your family. Regal and composed, eyeing every minuscule change in perfect serenity.

"I have personally crafted this piece, may the Princess accept it and let it be a part of her glory." Adam holds a sparkling necklace that makes you laugh in dirge.

You eye the piece, somewhere knowing its a trap. The sooner your skin touches it, the closer he will be to winning. "We will see,"

You move ahead, as a figure towers you. Not being fazed, you look up. Gaze falling on his gold robes, a perfect V line further elaborating the well-defined chest that swoons a lady with his power. He was pure muscle, giving off an aura that subdued your coldness to the point of melting.

"Lady," His tongue rolls, like a music wrapped in velvet. "A pleasure to meet you."

You nod to the Prince who gives a respectful bow, letting his knees touch the ground which is unusual for the customs of inequality frowning upon the obvious attempt. A man's ego is too vast to be anywhere below its counterpart. "Who is he?"

You whisper, not looking anywhere but him.

"The elder Prince of the Sun Kingdom. Kim Namjoon." You nod, squinting your eyes, only to quickly get back to your defiant look.

Namjoon gives you a sweet smile, his dimples enhancing his overall persona. What an absolute treat to the eyes.

"Don't you think by going down you have disrespected the rules of the society?" Your voice is cold, with no hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. In all seriousness, the tense atmosphere has now driven close. The arena behind you was silent, as the change of attention brought you to the centre.

Namjoon gets up, not reacting to your accusing tone, instead, he smiles. "To weigh respect based on gender is not something I believe in."

"So by bowing down, you accept my superiority?"

He shakes his head, "To respect a lady is not a show of superiority but a humble attempt to let you and the people know that you are not a trophy to be won." His words made you laugh, what a wise choice.

Your heart might be moved but it was the mind that resembles a creature on the hunt.

"Sweet words but not all clouds that thunder rains," You give him a clipped smile, moving to the next man.

If the previous one was handsome, the next one was no less than a beauty incarnate. The perfect proportion of his eyes and the plump lips could have deprived you of composure, if not for the crowd watching your move like a hawk.

"Prince Jin, Firstborn and the next King of the Sun Kingdom." You purse your lips, eyeing the man that tucks his head down in a curt manner.

Accepting his greetings, you eye his purple robes of exquisite royalty. "Do you think women's job is to only be in the kitchen and give birth to a boy?"

Jin purses his lips as if taking a moment to grasp the words. "No, not only she is to be present in every offering to the Gods but she also has a right to be a part of her husband's decision and also be the one who guides him and his family to greater heights of prosperity."

You hum, pinning him in a conspicuous look of swirling mirth.

Strength, Knowledge, Beauty, wisdom, discipline, truth, sympathy and an innate aura to be impartial in decision-making and be calm in face of the most troubling thoughts were what you were looking for. The number of times your family has called you out on the delusional traits, saying you were asking for too much was exhausting.

But a woman is allowed to dream, to hope and channel her expectations on the future.

One decision changes it all.

"So do you know cooking?" To which, Jin nods. Surprising you a little, but, you hold your ground.

You pass along, as the maid hurries to match your steps. "Jin is perfect, or might I add all the Princes of the Sun are?"

Gingerly, you tuck the tendrils of your jasmine-perfumed hair spun in a braid of ornamental decorations behind your ear. The sudden move inciting your ringlets of bangles to drop across your porcelain skin in chaotic madness. While a certain sunshine rains on you. Smiling brightly at your presence, he takes your hand. Planting a chaste kiss, you shiver. "Hoseok. Third Prince of the-

"Sun Kingdom." You complete, even though they all are brothers. Their acts and their actions were different, if not melodic to the ears.

He nods, in no hurry to let your hand go. "Your hands are cold." Squeezing your hand, he acts as if transferring the warmth straight to your heart.

It was if the questions that were ready to be bombarded on him was all in all lost into his crystal clear eyes. You blush, feeling shy at his care that had your heart speed up.

You hum, smiling at him as you pass to the next suitor.

Oh My.

"Don't you think sitting in front of the Princess is rude?" Your maid chides the man who sits on his allotted throne, taking a look at you, he hums as if approving you.

You stifle your need to roll your eyes, "Even the Sun Kingdom has its version of the solar eclipse." You mutter, as your maid chuckles at your choice of words.

"No, more like the icy mountains of the Himalayas. He is cold."

You nod, eyeing the man that groans. And stands up, once he concludes that you're not going away. Not until he starts talking.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He speaks, voice strained in what you called reluctance.

His pale skin stood in constant battle with his very cold and calculating eyes of his. Like two globs of the ocean, representing the Marianna trench. Who knows what's beneath the darkened waters? Blessed with beauty, all are but looks could be deceiving.

"Name?" You ask him, as he replies with a flat tone. "Yoongi," you call as if testing the essence.

Yoongi blinks, annoyed as you stand. Eyes raking over his form, taking your own sweet time. "Do you think a man should be loyal to only one woman?"

"It's his choice but If you want my answer, then yes I am a one-woman man." Yoongi grins, seeing right through your jumble of words.

"Royal men see marriage as a political alliance, so can that be true in the case of royal women?"

Yoongi takes a moment to reply. "It's her choice, who am I judge?

You click your tongue, moving along as your maid huffs as if not pleased by the whole ordeal. "Why the long face, Anika?"

She groans, "All options are delectable, how are you holding?"

You smile, knowing where she is getting at. Frankly, you're like any woman. Weak for the handsome men that filled your palace grounds. You even would have given your heart a thousand times over, if not for seeing what lies under. Intentions, Kingdom and alliance- all are to be taken into consideration and as a woman, you want someone who will bring this to the table and deem you as an equal.

Not to mention the sidelong glances of the Princes whose lust overpowers their logic was now getting hard to reject.

"Let's not go there," You take a deep breath, gathering the expensive fabric of your dress, adorned and embroidered extensively in golden pleats of coils, as you steal some of its zeal to reduce the qualm presided by the event.

Opposite you, a man of innocent beauty chuckles. "At your service, Princess."

His voice was laced with flirt, picking or not was a choice but who were you to deny? "Jimin. Sun Kingdom," Your maid cuts in short, too tired of dragging the same sentence over and out.

You smile, lips pursed apologetically "Do you have any mistress?"

The bold statement, had the maid gasp beside you. Deeming it too early for something like that, which you ignore. Brushing the glance with a tight-lipped smile.

Jimin drags the silence, painfully slow. Biting his lips, your eyes wander to the same before quickly taking his eyes that flicker in amorous delight. "Have. Are you sad, perhaps jealous?"

You scoff at his choice of words, "A Mistress is a whore, a Queen is equal."

Passing through him, you fail to notice his eyes that darken at the sight of your dress that hugged your body in all the right places. If sin had a human name, then that would be you. Jimin chuckles. Your answer has caught him with an innate desire to have you.

Your answer was clear, there was no comparison between a mistress and a Queen.

The evening sun drags out, as the servants head in to distribute the suitors and the on-lookers with much-needed relief- a drink, some fruits and a sweetened dish. The Kings are awaiting, the Princes are sparring- mace, sword, arrow and bow being constantly asked for.

"How many are remaining?" You heave a sigh, looking behind to catch a wink from the King who had defeated the neighbourhood Prince in a match.

His body was sleek in sweat, muscles rippling as he showcased his strength. Eyes boring into you, snapping your attention back. You groan, how much more you have to tolerate. "Just two more, Taehyung and Jungkook of the Sun Kingdom."

You hum, going towards the said name.

He was breathtaking, his face as if carved by the Gods himself. Taking your hand, he plants a kiss on it and you swear, you swooned. His gaze was trapping you like a sail stuck in an ocean. "Prince Taehyung?"

He nods, his lips ghosting your flesh as he takes a step back. "A pleasure to meet you, My lady."

You nod, attention dragging towards his robes. How will it be to undress him?

Shaking your head, you ask. "So, are you here for a political alliance?"

Taehyung chuckles, "It's nowhere as important as you,"

Oh, he has a great way with words.

Your mind hums, as your heart drums. You nod, taking your leave as the next man comes into your view.

"Jungkook. Youngest of all the seven," Your maid speaks, a little louder, as the man nods in agreement.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He bows ninety degrees, as you nod at him.

"Do you think satisfying a man in bed is only a women's task?" His face flushes, as your maid gasps at your question. Doing a retake to check whether her ears are ringing or not. But seeing Jungkook's red cheeks, she knew you were the culprit.

Getting over his obvious shock, Jungkook stares at you. "Satisfying you won't be a task, My lady. Trust me."

Now it was your turn to look at him, seemingly taken aback by his words.

Your maid laughs out loud, as you brush her off. Going away from the seven princes who seemingly watch your swan-like gait in part lust and part want.

If your parents thought you were done with your choice, then they were in for a surprise. You made a list of your desired Prince- a long one at that and made them fight among themselves. It was a sight to behold, the war cry clashing like thunder awaiting a doom-like rainstorm.

They fought, hither and thither. Left and right, defending and attacking.

At the end, they gave up. Letting the winners step up.

Your father smiles, "The remaining seven could fight among themselves, we want one winner."

Seated on the lush throne, you listened to all the gossip your mother shared with your sisters, if not that, the servants weren't much keen on the fight. Their attention was rather on the latest rumour flying across the palace.

Jin wipes the sweat off of his forehead, "Sorry, My King. But I won't raise a sword on my brothers."

You raise an eyebrow, as your father chuckles. "And why is that?"

For this, Namjoon steps up. "As a brother, my responsibility is to protect them. Not put them in harm in any way, I may be a warrior but I do draw lines when necessary. My morals won't allow it."

When all the seven princes had the same say, your father glanced at you.

Telling you to choose, right now.

Standing, you briskly walk up to him. "I choose all of them."

You watch as all the seven princes' eyes widen at your choice. The traits that you're looking for in your husband are present in all of them, if not one. So why not have all of them? But the question is if they refuse then you have to turn up and choose Adam. Other than the Sun Kingdom, if any other King is worthy of an alliance from the Light Kingdom then it's him.

Your parents have made sure you remember his face.

"If they agree, this alliance is fixed. If they don't, then they can very well go back to their Kingdom." You further elaborate, as your gaze sharpens in like to a hilt of a sword in quest of flesh, even as you gingerly tuck your veil in act of newlyweds.

While the whole arena falls into a deadly silence.

#poly bts #bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon x you #jimin x you #seokjin x you #slight yandere #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #jungkook x reader #taehyung x oc #fanfiction #historic #fantasy

[ggukkieland]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2022 June

Happy to share these fics read, reblogged, and commented on. I think June was a good collection and I might have read some of these fics at least twice over the years. Some of these have been in my drafts since 2020 😭 but I enjoyed reading again because I finally get to scream about these fics.

💌 Thank you to all the authors! I am, once again, amazed at the quality of fics and stories we get. I wish I can do more to show my appreciation. Lots of love!   💌

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

🥕 Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted]

🥕 Completed - drabbles | one shots | series

🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

Mostly Mature, 18+ only please

I read different members, different genres so please take note of the tags, description per fic

Don’t forget to reblog/comment on author’s work, too 😊

[around 70 fics]

🥕 [Ongoing Series]

↬ Seokjin

The Platonic Collection @joheunsaram - drabble series [10/?] | 33k+ | best friend au, turned fwb, idiots to lovers, childhood friends | s, a, f

Whims & Inconsistencies @hisunshiine - series [3/?] | 12k+ | victorian era, historical au, best friend’s brother au | a, s, f

↬ Yoongi

Better Than Sex @yoon-kooks - series [2/?] | 9.3k+ | producer au, producer!yoongi, producer!reader, studio neighbors | s, f

↬ Hoseok

Blood on the Dance Floor @btsqualityy - series [10/?] | 20.5k+ | choreographer!hoseok, established relationship, assistant choreographer!OC (Bora) who is obsessed with Hoseok, thriller, fatal attraction au | s, a, f

↬ Taehyung

Love: Undercover  @lolabangtan - series [1/?] | 7.6k | CEO AU, CEO!Reader turned Secretary, Office AU, fake identity, humor | f, a

True Love @jjkeverlast - series [3/?] | 8k+ | Our Beloved Summer au, exes au, enemies to lovers | f, a

↬ Jungkook

Devil that I Know @euphoricfilter - series [5/?] | 51.8k+ | strangers to lovers, supernatural au, historical au, demon!jungkook x human!reader | implied s, f, a

Gone @borahaerhy - series [8/?] | 33.1k+ | best friend au, to enemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn, childhood best friend, falling out, common friend Aria goes missing, mystery/some police drama involved in the story | a, f

Her @/jungk0oksthighs   - series [5/?] | 20.8k+ | best friend au, tattoo artist!jungkook, friends to lovers, unrequited (jungkook) | f, s

Hotter Than Hell @chateautae - series [3/5] | 85k+ | demon au, human!reader, supernatural au, fantasy, enemies to lovers, road trip, fallen demon au | a, f, s

Stay with Me @jungk0oksthighs​ - series [10/?] | 30.9k+ | exes au, co-parenting, divorce au, unplanned pregnancy, single dad!jungkook | a, s, f

Take Care of You @kookiecrumb​ - series [2/?] | 10.6k+ | housekeeper!reader, idol!jungkook, friends to lovers | f, s, a

The Prince with the Ugly Heart @daydreamindollie​ - series [15/?] | 108k+ | Beauty and the Beast AU, fantasy, royalty au, florist!reader, prince!jungkook, feat. taehyung as the little bro of OC, slow burn, magic au | f, a

The Things I Never Told You @angelguk​ - prequel drabbles [4/?]  +series [2/3] | 23.2k+ | best friend au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, ANGSTY PINING | s, f, a

↬ Multi/OT7

Taehyung x Reader | Jungkook x Reader

And They Were Roommates @hoseok666​ - series [6/?] | 70.5k+ | strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, college au, tsundere!jungkook, slow burn, roommate au, unrequited love (jungkook who rejected her confession), unrequited (for taehyung but it hasn’t ended yet so let’s see 👀) | a, s

OT7

Cry Me a River @minniepetals​ - series [12/?] | 90k+ | poly au, mafia au, arranged marriage au | a, slight f

↬ Themed Series

Public Enemy @explicit-tae - themed series [4/7] | 33.9k+ | mafia au, different OCs but one universe, related to one man/scenario Shin who recently passed away (cheater and had several girlfriends who are the different OCs in the stories), some yandere tendencies, manipulation from the mafia men, some OC played the game, some 🤷🏽‍♀️, shady bangtan | a, s

Jungkook - OC is the high school sweetheart of Shin, mafia boss!jungkook,  yandere tendencies (he’s been watching OC), appeared when Shin stood her up on a date

Jimin - camgirl au, student, art major!OC, mafia!Jimin, client!jimin, sex worker au, manipulative Jimin, club owner!jimin

Namjoon - detective!reader (the one investigating the case of Shin’s murder), detective!namjoon (but shady and part of the mafia group)

Taehyung - hitman!taehyung, OC is as crazy

Hoseok - established relationship (who doesn’t know about his job

Seokjin - doctor x intern!OC (also one of Shin’s girlfriends

Yoongi - sister of the detective (namjoon’s story) investigating what happened to her sister

🥕 [Completed Fics/Series]

A Dicking but with Feelings @mimithings97​ - drabble | 3k | established relationship (new), boyfriend au, humor | s

Give and Take @ddaenggtan - one shot + drabbles [Backseat Memories]  | 13.5k+ | humor, strangers to lovers, mechanic!namjoon, car repair shop owner namjoon, rich!namjoon (but not really the point of the story), boyfriend au for the drabbles, post-grad au | f, s

Moon Child @adonis-koo​ - one shot | 16k | part of the themed series Fright Fest, supernatural, werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics, soulmate themes, OC is an omega but underappreciated in her pack, alpha!namjoon is actually a gentle giant 🥺 | f, s

Scent of a Woman @sahmfanficbts - one shot | 10k | hybrid au, parfumerie au, boss-employee, slow burn, pining, leopard hybrid!namjoon, human!reader, social hierarchy themes (hybrids are superior species), rich au, hurt/comfort fic | a, f, s

The Take Home Test @versigny - one shot + drabble  | 11.3k | college au, fuckboy image, stranded/snowed in, sort of unrequited, armpit kink (this fic is famous for this! I swear it’s not going to be weird), established relationship (for the drabble) | s, f

Twisted @softlysugas​ - SMAU | completed, with written parts | CEO AU, humor, mixed bags scenarios, strangers to lovers, waitress!reader, enemies to lovers, tsundere!jungkook, rich au | f, s

Not so Silent Night @farfromsugafanfic​ - one shot | 3.3k | quarantine romance, neighbor au, slight enemies to lovers | f

Every Year @another-army-spot​ - one shot | 15.6k | rich au, heirs (they’re both from high society), chef!seokjin, childhood friends, timing was never right | f, a, s

Headlines of the Next @prolixitae - one shot | 36k | thriller, action, mystery, crime au, coworkers au, exes au (they’re in good terms), detective au | a, s

Lacuna @magicalsalamander​ - one shot | 21k | childhood friends, bestfriend au, falling out, turned enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers,  law students/ lawyer au, werewolf au, slow burn, coworker au, mutual pining, soulmate au (themes) | f, a, s

Night Drive @minimonojoon​ - drabble | 3k | friends to lovers, wedding au, they’re the best man/maid of honor, they’re the best friends of the wedding couple trope | f (cute)

The IKEA Test @yoon-bug​ - one shot | 9.1k | established relationship, boyfriend au, lawyer!reader, kind of controlling OC (Seokjin is the dom in the sheets though), cute | s, f, slight a

The Seven Year Itch @jimlingss - one shot | 5.2k | humor, established relationship, marriage au, husband au, divorce themes (but it’s not angsty! More of talks about divorce x 7-year itch) | f, tooth-rotting fluff

White Lily Support Group @army-author​ - one shot | 21.5k | hurt/comfort fic, christmas au, soulmate au (their soulmates are gone), first Christmas after a tragedy, friends to lovers, themes of healing, featuring taehyung (he’s a kid in this) | a, f

Blue Side @minyoongone - SMAU | ongoing (but the part it stopped feels complete) | humor, neighbor au, missent messages, mistaken identity, CEO AU, biker!yoongi, brokenhearted yoongi and OC who chatted thinking they were chatting with their exes, e2l vibes in the beginning | a, f

Carpool @leewriting​ - one shot | 17k | enemies to lovers, neighbor au, fighting over parking - became carpool mates, prank themes, bet dare themes | f, a

Unexpected Lovers @jjkeverlast - two shot [2/2] | 19.8k | artist!yoongi, fake dating of sorts, OC pretended Yoongi is her bf in a club but overheard by family friends, wedding au (bring the date), not clear why yoongi agreed to the fake dating but he went with it | f, s, a

What am I to You? @tayegi - one shot | 5.3k | idol au, established relationship, yoongi not so expressive with his feelings, OC feeling insecure, break up themes | a

It’s You @94hixtape - one shot | 5.3k | roommate au, one night stand (of sorts), heartwarming | s, f

Washed Ashore @alilbihh​ - drabble | 3k | humor, pirates au, tooth-rotting fluff, enemies to lovers (enemy captains who make out behind closed doors) | f

Who’s the Boss @yoonpobs​ - one shot | 4.6k | boss-employee au, CEO au, assistant!reader, valentine’s day au, sort of enemies to lovers (one-sided on OC’s part), tooth-rotting fluff | f

Make it Right @smoochooks - two shot [2/2] | 40k | dancer!hoseok, drummer!hoseok, enemies to lovers, ballerina!reader, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual established relationship, some LDR themes, punk meets ballet | f, a, s

Control @jungblue​ - one shot | 5.6k | established relationship, boyfriend, humor,  blindfolds, lack of control for Jimin (femdom in the beginning), soft dom!jimin in the end | s, slight f

Gauche @taesthetes - drabble | 1.4k | college au, strangers to lovers, one night stand au, but this is the morning after drabble, clumsy OC, humor | f (really cute)

Now or Never @goldenjulychild​ - one shot | 26k | fwb au, summer road trips x heartbreaks/being free from unrequited love/angst, idiots to lovers too, artist jimin, college au | s, a, f

Oneirophrenia @bratkook - one shot | 10k | established relationship, break up au, songwriter/musician au, flashbacks/memory | a, f

Otherworldly - Coraline AU @sinning-on-a-sunday​ - series [3/3] | 42k | horror au, thriller, supernatural, coraline au, multiple universe (parallel universe but a dark version), established relationship (with the real Jimin) | a, s

The Secrets Trilogy @avveh - series [3/3] | 47.9k | coworker au, secret identity (nerd timid jimin but a BDSM dom), secret relationship | s, a, f

We’re Not Really Strangers + Hell-ish @jtrbluv​ - one shot + follow up one shot (can be read stand-alone) | 16.4k | humor, college, mutual pining, feat. the card game “we’re not really strangers”, confessions, established relationship for Part 2 | f, a

Would I Choose You @crystaljins - series [6/6] | 36k | action, humor, superhero au, side kick!reader, enemies to lovers, unrequited love themes, friends to lovers, roommate au, discrimination about superpowers | f, slight a

Come Back Home @another-army-spot - series [3/3] | 27.4k | exes au, co-parenting, falling out, single dad au, single parent!reader, unplanned pregnancy, artist!taehyung, parenting au, college/graduating taehyung (they were teen parents), OC worked | a, s, f

Dick on the Go @jeonggukingdom​ - one shot | 20.7k | humor, crack fic, neighbor au, best friend au, childhood friends, bet dare themes, sex shop au | s, slight f

Farmer Boy, I Love You @strawberrynamjoon​ - one shot | 35k | small town vibes (really cute), slice of life, farm au (farming au), slow burn, slight enemies to lovers, neighbor au | f, s

Golden Lotus @flowerwrites06 - series [3/3] | 24.4k | gods au, god!taehyung, goddess!OC, fantasy, reincarnation themes | f, slight s

Imitation of Art @rmverse - one shot | 9.6k | artist/photographer taehyung, friends to lovers, mutual pining, really sensual and artistic vibes | f, s (also part of my previous reading list but I’ve never done a review so adding it now)

Little Blue Shop on the Main Street + The Red Room in the Back @thewanderingalis (deactivated) [ao3 links] - two-shot [2/2] | 13.6k | strangers to lovers, antique shop au, fuckboy image, college au, heartwarming, established relationship for part 2 | f, s

Petal @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue​ - series [4/4] | 10.7k | mafia au, sort of starcrossed lovers, a bit of action, bittersweet situation, soulmate au, mutual pining, sort of childhood acquaintances (he’s always protecting her but would never talk to her) | a, f

Pulse @rohobi - series [11/11] | 84.7k | action (medical), medical drama, doctors au, exes au (sort of), fwb au, falling out, mutual pining, break up themes, reunion of some sort as coworkers, emergency scenarios (seriously this is like Grey’s Anatomy), single parent!reader, unplanned pregnancy, tsundere!reader, heartwarming really | a, f, s

Sonder @yslkook​ - one shot | 3.4k | exes au, mutual pining, exes who reunited, second chance au(?) | s, a

Moonstruck @jungkxook - one shot | 7.4k | werewolf au, arranged marriage, needed to marry to protect human!reader, mating, virgin!taehyung | s, f

10 Things I Hate About You @leviackermanscleaningbuddy - one shot | 4.9k | long-standing enemies to lovers (rivals since they were kids), some confessions about (nice) stuff they did for each other (secretly), mutual pining, college au | f, implied s

A Night at the Mall @bunnybubae​ - one shot | 8.6k | best friend au, mutual pining, mall au, security guard!jungkook, sleepover of some sort (but make it the mall where Jungkook is assigned to guard the night 😅) | f, s

At the End of the Day @starshapedkookie​ - one shot | 13.3k | best friend au, vacation au, beach au, mutual pining, longing | f, s

Blight @kpopisthereasonihavenolife​ - series [12/12] | 87.9k | fantasy, action, a bit of hurt/comfort too, enemies to lovers, magic au, witch!reader, reluctant familiar!jungkook, dragon!jungkook, shifter au, school theme (school of magical beings), memory themes (one chapter Jungkook had memory loss) | f, a

Every Corner of my Mind @whatifyoulivelikethat - drabble | >3k | the one that got away, unrequited love (JK pining), sort of exes, reader left | a, f

Half a Cookie and the Shirt Stays Off @oreomonsterhunter​ - drabble | 1.4k | hurt/comfort fic, established relationship, boyfriend au, sort of LDR (he goes on tour), idol!jungkook, baking cookies shirtless (is this a warning lol) | f

Hellblazer @jungkookiebus - series [3/3] | 16.2k | supernatural, demon!jungkook, demon hunter au, constantine au, enemies to lovers (of some sort since OC hunts his likes), soldier au, angel au, plot twist/mystery | a, s, f

Officially Yours @personasintro​ - one shot | 4k | arranged marriage, fake dating/marriage, divorce au, friends to lovers | f

Past Midnight @tae-bebe​ - one shot | 10.5k | college au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, humor, meet cute (OC is his roommate’s friend who sleeps over sometimes and he tripped over her in their kitchen lol), music major!jungkook, a bit of surprise with OC’s background hmm, When Harry Met Sally vibes (their banter) | f

Rebound @yoongiofmine​ - series [3/3] | 14.7k | rock band au, strangers to lovers, rebound au | f, a, s

Red @taestefully-in-luv - series [3/3] | 44k | hurt/comfort, exes au, break up au, established relationship (some parts), unplanned pregnancy (yes, with the ex turned fwb), themes of grief, themes of second chances | a, f, s

Rubies are Red @btsmosphere​ - drabble | 3k | hurt/comfort, mafia, rivals, enemies to lovers, gender neutral | f, slight a

Sore Loser @haliiimede​ - one shot | 9.5k | gamer au, established relationship, streamer!jungkook, pro-gamer reader (valorant), bet dare themes, sub!jungkook | s, f

Switch Lanes @rmverse - one shot | 16.6k | strangers to lovers, college au, reader had unrequited feelings for taehyung (fwb), breakfast talks in coffee shop vibes, good guy + hottest f*ck formula | s, f

The Philosophy of Good Luck @kidguk - one shot | 7k | tattoo artist!jungkook, tattooed and pierced Koo, roommate au, meet cute (she got a tattoo of ‘his face’ without recalling why), tooth-rotting fluff | f, implied s

Keep Driving @ugh-yoongi - one shot | 6.8k | best friend au, road trip au, college au though they just graduated, mutual pining | f

Labs @bts-bay-bee - one shot | 3.4k | college au, uptight!reader, enemies to lovers, some degradation | s

The Snack Thief @astralkoo​ - one shot | 6.4k | neighbor au, snack thief!jungkook, noona!reader, sort of fwb-ish (some past hook ups), sub!jungkook | s

Until my Last Breath @iamjungkooked - one shot | 13.4k | werewolf au, human!reader, childhood friends, falling out of some sort | a, f, s

Hoseok x Reader | Jimin x Reader

Two in One @here2bbtstrash​ - one shot | 12k | best friend au, OC thought JiHope are gay, threesome | s

posted: 2022 July 16

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[axigailxo]

Cigarettes After Sex | MYG | M.list

— a limited series in which a new friendship turns into something uncanny and killer.

pairing. yandere!yoongi x shy!reader

rating. M | 18+ |

genre. yandere, dark thriller, high school au, classmates to lovers, fast burn, introvert!yoongi, broken!yoongi, shy/introvert!oc, smut, eventual fluff(?), heavy angst

status. coming very soon !!

warnings. character suicide attempt, heavy drinking (underaged drinking), consistent theme of smoking, implications of emotional abuse, mentions of self harm, descriptions of violence, emotionally abusive parent (oc has major daddy issues), mentions of depression, overall dark themes, explicit sexual content +more; please be advised

summary. Min Yoongi, he keeps to himself and struggles with accepting or even finding love. Emancipated at a young age and held back twice due to too many absences, he’s now 19 and in his senior year of high school, living off of the money he gets from making and selling beats online. You, 18, are also in your senior year. And just like Yoongi, you have trouble finding love due to a lack of feeling loved. It’s been a week since you switched bio classes, and your new classmate has caught your eye. However, just like him, you talk to no one. Can the shy girl get the shy boy? And if so, will she be able to endure getting much more than anticipated…

“As long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine, nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, nothing’s gonna take you from my side.” -🎵

-> chapter index :

Teaser

Part One: Crush

Upon finally meeting the mysterious boy in your bio class, your new friendship escalates into something much deeper the following night.

to be continued. . .

a/n: this series includes many mental health triggers, please be very cautious and only read if you’re in a good headspace! 🫶🏻 if not— that’s perfectly okay, come back when you’re doing better, it will be patiently waiting for you :)

(taglist = open, lmk if you’d like to be added!)

©️axigailxo 2023 all rights reserved

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[pennyellee]

SUGA, WE'RE GOING DOWN by Chaoticpuff17 ○ TRAILER (yandere!au)

Hello!! It's been a while y'all. You know, shit is heavy, life is hard and stuff... HOWEVER - I've finally managed to get into trailer making again and of course it is for one and only the queen of all the yandere fics herself @chaoticpuff17 ♥ I myself cannot wait to see what's next for Y/N and Yoongi, so I hope this might help to seize the wait chummers ♥ The trailer will be premiered on the 14th of February precisely (I'm so sorry) at 6:00 AM CET simultaneously at 00:00 AM EST. Go and read the story, give my queen the love she deserves ♥ Enjoy xx

Happy Valentine from me to you ♥

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