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Howl at Midnight

Pairing | werewolf!Jimin x human!Reader

Word Count | 7.5k

Warnings | +18, angst, smut, halloween theme, an apparently abandoned castle (don't trespass on other people's property 🤧), mentions of a pact made with the city's residents, poison, MC doesn't really have much choice 💀, forced nudity, dark themes and also yandere (?), underneath MC finds the situation exciting, bites and marks, sink the canines and drink blood, PWP, oral sex, pussy worship, dubcon, begging, virginity loss, unprotected sex (use protection!), vaginal sex, big dick, knotting, MC abandons herself to her fate (I think Jimin's supernatural nature contributes in MC's choices), eat cum, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is dark and yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | You always thought you lived in a quiet, small town. You never imagined that the locals would be able to keep such a secret for centuries, you fell into their trap�� But it doesn't seem so bad.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys!!! 🥹

My best friend and I challenged each other to write a Halloween-themed story using the following keywords: werewolf - halloween - virginity - castle - poison.

I don't know why I came up with such a story, it was supposed to be something simple but my dark side took over WAY too much 💀

Anyway my best friend liked the story and suggested that I publish it, so here it is, I already apologize for any mistakes and for the plot which is not who knows what 🥺

Howl at Midnight was written for recreation, but I still hope you enjoy it ❤️

PS: I really didn't know how to classify this story, when in doubt I put the warning “yandere,” since there are behaviors that go a little beyond 😵‍💫

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It's a rather dark night, you think, as the flickering lights of street lamps barely illuminate your path. You and some of your friends have decided to spend Halloween night roaming the more desolate streets of your small town, rather than attend the party of the school's homecoming queen, the most popular and at the same time most hated girl ever by you and your friends, a common ground that has certainly welded your friendship.

You are reminded of the afternoon you spent at Glenn's house deciding how you would spend Halloween night; Glenn's initiative had been rather unique, since he was not a fan of that holiday.

“It will be fun, everything is so scary at night, we might even meet a real vampire! I mean, not like Edward Cullen, I mean one who doesn't sparkle-” but Glenn's excited monologue had been badly interrupted by his girlfriend, Claire, who had hit him over the head with a book, and who knows why, said book was actually titled Twilight. You remember giggling, willingly accepting that idea, but now...

“We were simply supposed to go for a walk, Glenn,” you mutter ruefully, looking around, “Do you want to tell me where you're taking us?”

The red-haired boy snorts again, settling into his vampire costume bought at a thrift store stall, “Come on Y/N, what would life be without a little thrill?”

Claire, for her part, nods in turn with a euphoric smile, as if she knows something you don't, prancing merrily dressed as a red devil among black lace decorations and lace.

“Life would be as it has always been, wonderful,” you blurt out nervously, freezing suddenly.

The asphalt has run out and the streetlights have stopped dimly illuminating the entire street, you are at the edge of the most talked about lands in your town. When and how exactly did you get there?

“Here we are, my girls,” you hear Glenn say, satisfied with his feat.

“What are we doing here?” you swallow, far from cheerful.

Answering you is Claire, “It's an abandoned castle and this is Halloween night, what do you say?”

You grit your teeth, shaking your head, “You're crazy, I'm not going in there!” you take a step back, your heart stirring, but Glenn stops you in a single moment.

“Where do you think you're going? I promised your brother I'd keep an eye on you,” he tells you sternly, and you know he's right, you can't just leave on your own, the streets are empty but it would still be dangerous.

“Don't you want to see what it's really like inside, aren't you the least bit curious?”

Short answer? No.

More articulate answer? Fuck no.

“Come on, don't be a wimp now!”

You snort, casting a glance at the castle in question.

It is as large as it is gloomy; the older inhabitants of the town have always spoken of the presence of various monsters within it, which is why the lands surrounding the castle are so large, preventing the actual growth of the otherwise large and well-populated town. Some of the land had been ceded to keep the monsters quiet.

That's some bullshit. And you're certainly not a wimp.

What will you find in there, maybe overgrown spiders? You shake your head, certainly nothing up to the Acromantulae seen in Harry Potter.

“I'm not afraid,” you limit yourself to saying, Glenn and Claire seem satisfied with your answer as they begin to step over half of the downed iron bars surrounding the gates of the immense building. It bothers you that they haven't bothered beyond you, but it's Halloween night; you can't really spoil their fun.

You hold on tightly to one of the rusty old iron bars, lift one leg trying not to fall off because of the bulky skirt of your witch costume, and end up straight on the ground covered with dry mud and grass, thank the heavens that it hasn't rained in the last few days, otherwise goodbye costume, although more like an elegant medieval dress and nothing more than that.

“Guys, wait for me!” you exclaim as you turn toward them, but you find yourself rolling your eyes.

The darkness is almost completely pitch black, only the moon high in the sky gives you some brightness in that open space surrounded by green trees and uncultivated grass. Your friends are not there.

“Please tell me this is a joke, please,” you growl, turning only a few seconds to climb over the railing, “Glenn? Claire?”

A shiver of unease snakes down your spine, as if someone - or something - is watching you. But you immediately banish the absurd thought. The Halloween atmosphere always makes everything quite scary; your friends chose that place for that very reason.

Imagining that you simply find them in front of the castle's entrance, you also wander down the path that actually looks like anything else by now. You will meet each other there.

The wind blows without worrying about your bare shoulders because of the dress's boat neckline; the cape had long since been taken away along the way. You bought it in an antique store and the elderly man seemed quite eager to get rid of it. He even gave you a discount.

The sound of falling leaves under the force of the draught is quite terrifying, especially now that you've discovered you can't use your cell phone. There is absolutely no service there, and isn't that how the best horror movies begin?

A frustrated groan leaves your throat, you don't have to think about it.

“Glenn?” you try to call out once more, but along the path echoes the hoots of an owl that is probably scrutinizing you with condescension, wondering why a silly girl like you is wandering around in such a desolate, godforsaken place.

When you arrive at the gates of the castle, you find yourself admiring the extraordinary Gothic architecture of the huge, ancient building made of stone and marble. The fact that it has survived over the centuries without any kind of restoration is a testament to the good materials that were used.

One by one, you walk down the stone steps, sudden thunder jolts you violently, and with fear in your veins you throw yourself toward the immense reinforced door, finding it ajar, a sign that Glenn and Claire must have already entered. You ignore the hint of annoyance, since they could at least wait for you, you must escape the sudden storm.

Wordlessly you notice the large, thick black clouds enveloping the sky, obscuring even the immense full moon.

You carefully close the ancient gateway, looking around the thick-walled atrium decorated with paintings that are surely worth more than your current home, not to mention the carpet you are walking on, though a bit worn, is definitely from the time of the castle's founding. You wonder which lord lived there and whether it can be traced in the history books.

“Claire?” you whisper, afraid of disturbing someone, but who exactly?

Sighing wearily, you really have no time or inclination to play along with your friends, you rest your hand on the wrought-iron railing of the staircase, beginning to climb so that you can find those two idiots as soon as possible and get home safely.

They say 'God makes them and then matches them up,' right? You mentally growl, well, you would’ve just wiped them out instead.

Between corridors that are not real corridors but dead ends, some narrow and some exaggeratedly large, you finally find the wing reserved for rooms, hating the enormity of that place.

“Hey, you ... are you here?” you ask, slowly opening a bedroom door with one eye closed and one only slightly open, fearing to find the two lovebirds doing strange things in the leto of an abandoned castle, because they would be perfectly capable of it.

But what you find is just a lavishly decorated bedroom absolutely empty of any other life forms but you.

“This is definitely a joke,” you chuckle mirthlessly, clutch your arms to your chest, and continue that unwelcome tour of yours, continuing to open rooms at random, with no more expectation of finding anyone in them, until you come to a rather large bedroom.

Quite different from the others, which up to that point had been yes, beautiful, but empty, lacking a soul.

This one was immense just like the castle itself, yet warm, thanks to the burning fireplace. The four-poster bed was adorned with red silk sheets, as were the velvet curtains tied to the solid wooden columns, on the walls finely decorated with gold paint were hung medieval tapestries, depicting hunting parties, running horses and wolves, wolves everywhere. One that particularly strikes you depicts two wolves and a woman in the center, they seem ready to bite her fiercely, you notice with discomfort.

High glass windows with curtains left open allow lightning to illuminate the entire room, followed by a terrible, howl-like rumble.

That horrible noise seems to awaken you from the sort of trance you fell into while admiring the surely master bedroom, and you finally take serious note of the burning fire. Why a working fireplace in a castle uninhabited for years?

“To many the night brings counsel, to me it has brought a lovely maiden, I see...” you gasp surprised and terrified, turning toward the silky, warm, yet slightly hoarse, almost growling voice.

A relatively young man watches you with his shoulder resting against one of the stained glass windows. You had not seen him. No. He was not there before, you are absolutely sure.

His dark, shiny hair has been grown down to his neck, some curling around his sharp, elegant jaw, the neck left bare by his unbuttoned, white shirt is a set of sinuous, sharp, powerful lines. The soft black pants do nothing to hide the wonderful figure of his long legs, his feet are bare, you notice. He feels perfectly comfortable, as if... as if that were his home.

“I-I... I'm sorry, it's Halloween and some friends of mine thought...” you try to explain with your hands clasped to the skirt of your dress, but you are immediately interrupted by the man's sophisticated, sassy giggle.

“They thought it was a brilliant idea to violate my property?” you pale at his question.

“We... the whole town believes the castle is uninhabited,” you reply with a shy breath, trying to justify them.

The young man breaks away from the glass window, slowly approaching you, you take steps back, inadvertently bumping into one of the pillars of the bed.

“And does it look uninhabited to you, little girl?”

Little girl? By the look of him, he wouldn't seem that much older than you, in fact.

Now that he has moved closer, standing only a foot away from you, you notice details of his face that you did not catch a few moments earlier.

He has high, pronounced cheekbones, and his lips seem so plump and soft that you blush at the thought of kissing them, his nose is well-proportioned and straight, while the peculiar shape of his eyes gives him a rather sweet and angelic air, although the fun written in them is anything but angelic.

“I didn't know, I'm really sorry, sir,” and it's true, the last thing you want is to be a nuisance to someone you don't even know, “I'll get my friends back and we'll leave right away, I promise.”

Dark eyes rimmed with long eyelashes watch you closely, before dropping to the rest of your body. Suddenly you remember the deep cleavage of your witch's dress, your skin burning under his watchful gaze.

“Right now there is no one else in the castle, except you and me,” he approaches again, you can feel his warm breath meet your neck, you shiver as the man clasps one hand above your head, around the pillar of the bed, doing the same with the other. This makes it clear how statuesque his physique is, compared to your more petite one, you also catch a subtle citrus fragrance, light and not cloying, is that him?

With a huge effort, you process his words, widening your eyes. No one else?

“But how-”

“In my opinion you made it all up, little girl,” he sneers, "Just admit that it was your curiosity that drove you here," but you shake your head, vehemently denying it.

“I really came here with friends!” you fret, you've never been good at handling pressure and this guy is not helping you at all.

“Oh, really?” a devilish smile makes its way across his soft, smooth cheeks, "So it's just a coincidence that you're wearing this dress?" you don't know how to answer the question, you can't, not when he lowers a hand over you, brushes the outline of your face with a finger, trailing down the delicate line of your neck to your cleavage, your rippling, shivering skin longs to receive his touch once more, you struggle to recover.

“Th-this dress?” you stammer in shame, his finger is still grazing your chest and you are doing nothing to push it away.

“Mh-mh,” he nods, pushing your cleavage down a few millimeters, enough to make you squeak with red cheeks, “How much do you know about this castle and its owners, little girl?”

Nothing, you'd like to answer, but your eyes already communicate your answer as he pulls back, finally letting you breathe. His scent still hovers around you, though.

“Year 1479, the people of the town of Howl enter into an agreement with the seven lords of Midnight, ceding a part of their lands to these noble lords and agreeing to send a virgin once every ten years, on the so-called Halloween Night,” he narrates, leaving you speechless, “In return, none of the townspeople would be hunted down and killed, does that ring a bell?”

“L-Listen to me, I really don't know what you're talking about, I definitely have to go now,” you nod at your own words, but the door slams shut along with a new and terrible rumble, an anguished cry involuntarily leaving your throat.

“The dress you're wearing is soaked in poison, little girl” the imperious tone terrifies you, automatically your body closes in on itself, as a kind of protection.

“This must definitely be a joke, it is Halloween after all,” you whisper to yourself with tears in your eyes.

“It's a security, for us. It ensures that the girls don't run away, because we are the only ones who can neutralize that poison” you don't know why the man started speaking in plural, you just know that you have to leave, even though something inside you is screaming at you not to. Because it could end very badly.

“You'd better take it off, your body might absorb more poison than is really necessary, the sooner we start the better,” he sighs, beginning to take off his white shirt, showing off a well-built, smooth chest and abs studded with thin scars lighter than his skin, swallowing without any more salivation, following long lines of black ink that weave across his pecs, forming some kind of mark, perhaps related to some cult.

“What are you doing!”

The man tilts his head, his soft hair following the movement meekly, and grasps the edge of his pants, running his forefinger and thumb over it defiantly as he watches you, “I'm taking what was given to me, little girl,” he sneers again, not at all impressed by your shock.

It was not uncommon for him and his brothers to be served girls who were totally unaware of their own destiny, they were tiresome at times, they would not stop shaking and crying, praying not to be deprived of their purity, but you smell so delicious that it might make him go beyond your dullness.

The fabric of his excellent quality pants slowly flows over the flawless skin of his toned legs, the blood rushes straight to your cheeks, and your heart misses a beat with a strangled “iiih” as you realize that the stranger has not only freely undressed in front of you, but is not wearing any underwear.

You've certainly never seen a naked man in person, but based on your anatomy books, that is definitely not a normal penis.

With a strange feeling of dizziness and no little embarrassment, you realize that even at rest, it is definitely big, with a swollen base almost as big as perfectly round testicles and such obvious purplish veins that you wonder if it is actually already hard, in its own way. Could that vibrant pink be an indicator? God, what the hell are you thinking?!

After a little dizziness your eyes fly to the closed door, you have to leave, run.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks you, smiling with a hint of danger in his eyes, “Do you want to run? Run away from me? Know that this will only excite me more.”

You try to look away from his cock, with extreme difficulty, as he spoke, his cock had moved slightly, as if agreeing with the man's words. You ignore the slight jolt between your legs.

“If I can get through the gates of your property, will you let me go?” you propose almost shyly, staring into his sly eyes.

“Um... if I let you go, you'd die from the poison, but if that's what you want...” he shrugs, making you frown. The story of the poisoned dress might be bullshit to convince you to let him fuck you, but what if it's not?

You shake your head, it's all just a bluff. This man is clearly a pervert, maybe he gets off on fucking on such nights with stranger women.

“That's what I want.” you assure with a note of panic in your voice, the desire to escape is so urgent you can hardly think, “Open the door.”

But the man shakes his head, “Strip and I will leave you free to roam my lands until I find you.”

“I don't-!” the words die between your lips, his singsong expression gone, giving way to a sternness that clashes with his regal features, the difference making that contrast frightening.

“I like to play, little girl ... but I don't tolerate whining, don't make me angry, because I might decide to take you now, we have a bed available right here and now,” he hisses, clenching his fist against the polished wooden backboard of the four-poster bed. The more he looks at you, the more his balls throb fiercely; he's trying to control his desire; if his cock hardens, that's the end.

You're the first woman he's seen in 60 years, finally his turn has come, and there's no way he'll let you go. Do you want to play? He'll let you, but eventually you'll give in to his desires. The scent of your sweet virgin pussy makes his wolf growl, eager to get out to meet you.

Perhaps you sense something strange, because with trembling fingers you go to unbutton the side opening of your dress, a little sorry to him, the plunging neckline raises and shapes your breasts invitingly, though the stench of the poison with which it is imbued leaves him disgusted. An idea of humans to persuade chosen women not to flee, his eyes scroll over the ancient clock hanging above the door, the hands turn and you have just four hours to go before the poison takes effect, killing you. He would be sorry to see you die without having had a chance to taste you first.

“Tic-Tac, the clock is ticking, little girl... the slower you are, the more likely you are to die,” he informs you with a smile, your fear written all over his face igniting his loins; he has to restrain himself so he doesn't jump on you, and you're aware of that now, too.

Your eyes study his shoulders, they have stiffened noticeably, and with embarrassing speed you unfasten the last side button, letting the soft black fabric of your dress slip off like a veil, leaving you in your bra and panties. You start up under his eyes, which move to observe every nook and cranny of your body, from the soft breasts enclosed in the cups of the purple lace bra, going lower and lower, past the delicious curve of your hips to the tightly clasped mount of Venus covered by more purple lace. You yourself realize that for a man who wants to possess you, that kind of lingerie might make you look like a neatly wrapped gift in his eyes.

“Don't stop,” he tells you hoarsely, his eyes veiled with glowing lust.

The blood leaves your veins; if he were to take you, you would already be ready to receive him. As your fingers move to get rid of your bra as well, you realize you don't find it such a disturbing idea after all, even when you finally pull down the light fabric of your panties, showing off something no boy has ever had the honor of looking at, his nostrils flaring as if to inhale something in the air, you are aroused.

“You'd better start running, little girl, I'm going to give you exactly twenty seconds head start,” his voice comes out as a guttural sound, making you widen your eyes and really run, when the door suddenly opens wide.

You don't even wonder what strange contraption he used to close or open the door without having to physically do it, you just know you are definitely in danger.

Every nook and cranny of the castle is an unknown, he owns it, he may know passages unknown to you; therefore, you always try to wander the corridors with no visible openings. A tense, animalistic roar makes you scream in terror, with spirited eyes you look down the stairs, you are close to the stairs to the hall, the door has not been locked, you just need more time, you can make it.

You sling yourself barefoot down, almost tumbling from your haste and throw yourself out, skipping the stone steps and then to the wild path, short of breath and fear dictating your decisions, you remember it took you a good twenty minutes to get to the castle, but walking the whole path is out of the question, it would be too obvious and easy, you necessarily have to lengthen the path and consequently put in more time to get away from that terrifying place.

With horror you realize that you don't know where Glenn and Claire might be at all, would he hurt them if he found them?

Of course he would.

You don't know the man, but you have noticed all too well the bestial aura around him; he is someone capable of harm, and he will harm you if you cannot escape him.

Your feet step on scattered branches on the ground and you whimper trying to ignore the pain, another roar - or maybe it's a howl? - rips through the air, mingling with the howls of the rushing wind, and you stifle an anguished cry.

Scratches open along your body, trees ravaged by bad weather and never tended seem to want to block your way in every way possible, and the darkness certainly doesn't help.

Like a wounded animal you limp aimlessly, not imagining the hunger of the ravenous beast that sneers at the scent of your blood.

You feel tired, sluggish at times, your peripheral vision somewhat obscured, an excruciating doubt makes its way into your mind. Could it be that the story of the poisoned dress was true?

But why sell it to you, how could the seller have known that your friends would take you to that castle on Halloween night?

You begin to stagger, a sharp twinge in your head stops you, it is so painful that you collapse on the icy, muddy ground.

You realize you are screwed in every sense of the word when a weight suddenly crushes you to the ground, you scream in terror and wide-eyed, trying to shake it off.

Jimin doesn't think twice about clasping you in his vigorous arms, burying his nose on your neck damp with cold sweat, the accelerated beat of your heart rumbling in his own chest, driving him to moan with need. He presses himself against your soft curves, basking in your feverish warmth despite the stormy, icy night.

“Don't hurt me,” you shake your head with your eyes closed, trying to fight the unusual fatigue to plead with him, "Please, I was wrong, forgive me...I won't come back here again, I swear," the boy snorts against your flustered skin.

He reluctantly lifts himself up to allow you to turn toward him, you find some strength to open your eyelids wide, being invested by his sometimes divine appearance. His eyes, no longer as black as you thought they were, are tinged with an extraordinary shade of gold, he watches you from receptive pupils as you notice the grin on his mouth, a mouth larger than you remembered. There is something strange, not human, about him now. And despite the run he must have made to keep up with you, he doesn't have the slightest hint of fatigue in his breath, he's as fucking fresh as a newly bloomed rose.

“You're dying, little girl,” he hums, shaking some hair off your forehead, you lose a beat at the sight of long claws where once there were short, well-manicured nails.

The claw grazes your skin unhurriedly, you feel it scratch without hurting, you anxiously lick your lips closing your eyes, you are so sleepy that you even willingly accept your fate, Jimin snorts through his nose, almost laughing, before lowering himself onto your jugular.

It would be really easy for him to sink his canines into your flesh and bite your throat to rip it out, but fortunately for you he is not a vampire. All he wants is to sink his cock into your pussy and make you cum repeatedly, but if you died it would be hard to put his plan into action. He wants you alive and receptive.

He licks a long streak of saliva onto your delicate neck, heedless of the dirt that has stuck to your skin, before gently biting you. Your reaction is immediate, you start sobbing like a puppy at the feel of his fangs penetrating your flesh, you cling to his shoulders trying to move him weakly from you, and you kick awkwardly with your legs, legs that are locked in a vice grip by his. That way it is easy to feel something hard and heavy pressing against your belly, you try not to think about it as the man seems inebriated by the taste of your blood flowing straight down his throat.

The bitter taste of the poison is revolting, but fortunately your blood has such sweet notes that it counterbalances that horrendous taste in a balanced way, here, now he just has to lick your wound thoroughly. He collects the last rivulets of your blood with his tongue, before dripping his saliva into the tiny holes created by his sharp canines, little holes that begin to close with light smoke, cauterizing the wound and partly removing the poison toxins from your blood.

With no longer a grip on your throat, your head falls limply back to the ground, you gasp trying to fight off the shock of such an experience.

“Mpf!” his tongue invades your mouth treacherously, the taste of your blood making you squeal on his lips, so unfairly soft and pleasant to the touch. The hot and unusually long muscle pushes into your oral cavity eagerly, saving your life has as if awakened the more primal side of Jimin, one of the seven lords who unleashed hell in Howl's town. And the mating ritual has begun, but you cannot know this.

You break free by gasping for air, “W-why?” you stutter breathlessly, “You don't even know me!” you cry as you drive your nails into his forearms, triggering in return a reaction of possession in him, prompting him to grab your thighs and lift them onto his shoulders to your profound horror, he is so wild as he spreads your legs wide open to sink his face in between them that you can't utter a single breath.

As he runs his tongue along your pulsing, hot folds, Jimin realizes with nastiness that during your escape you got wet for him, he had smelled your arousal as he pursued you, on some people the quickened heartbeat has that effect, but the sweet and slightly salty taste of your juices are now a definitive proof for him. And you can't deny it, you love how he teases you by slowly sliding around your swollen clit, plays with it by holding it between his lips and then releasing it after sucking hard, almost biting it. He tortures it by pricking it quickly with the tip of his tongue and then returns to lapping your thick juices from the soft slit, which seems to melt every time that devilish tongue penetrates it, managing to lick and stimulate walls that a normal tongue could never reach.

You shyly move your pelvis against his face, your thighs stained with your arousal tremble against his cheeks, and a terrible heat makes you pant desperately. The man abandons your slit to push himself again against your unbearably sensitive folds, they are so moist that you can hear the noise they make every time that cursed tongue stimulates them to push a few millimeters toward your clitoris, never reaching to touch it.

“God!” you curse, suddenly reaching out an arm to grab his hair, not recognizing yourself when you desperately push him against your pussy, longing for the pleasure he was spoiling you with at first.

His arousal makes him grunt like a wounded animal as he sinks into your core with languid, sensual movements, rewraps your desperate clit with his lips and tongue before continuing with more direct, zigzagging movements, crushing it at times with the flat part of his tongue and then flicking it with the tip soon after. He would never stop kissing and licking you like that, his tensed cock vibrating each time he eats you up a little more, delightedly swallowing your juices, enjoying retrieving them each time they flow between your wide-open, rosy thighs. A clearer, liquid substance squirts slightly out of your slit, causing you to shake around his head, you clench your lower lip between your teeth with tears sliding down your flushed cheeks, you are instigating Jimin to pleasurably hurt you, and the funniest thing is that you don't even notice.

Finishing licking some of that shiny, transparent substance from your inner thigh, the boy moves up your body, biting slowly at the flesh of your belly and then higher and higher to the softness of your breasts, titillating a turgid nipple before pulling it between his lips.

“W-What are you doing to me?” you gasp, wishing he would never stop adoring and cuddling your body, why? Just moments before you were running from his clutches, why are you lifting your pelvis now, inviting him to take you as if you've been waiting for this all your life?

“Are you just...” he murmurs, before kissing your chin with his devilish lips, "Responding to your desire" he kisses your mouth again, an electric sensation forcing you to comply, chasing his tongue with yours, collapsing to the spicy taste that is now all over his mouth, your taste.

With half-closed eyes you realize that the dark lines of ink are moving, taking the shape of a wolf watching you, you have no way to comprehend the unsettling sensation that invades you. The man, with one hand pressed against your bare back, forces you to turn away without you having any say in the matter, you find yourself with your face to the ground and the wind blowing down your back, shivering under his fiery, golden eyes, your legs trembling from the effort to keep you on your hands and knees, fighting the sweet pain pulsing in your naked pussy.

“Now hold still, little girl,” he murmurs in your ear in a husky voice, sensuously pumping his cock with one hand, swollen veins pushing against his palm, which squeezes along the entire shaft to the base, then back to the thick tip from which he is already dripping his thick cum, "I need to get all the venom out of your pretty little body, am I right?" he sneers, positioning himself at your entrance.

You open your eyes wide, panic stifled by arousal, but it's still there nonetheless, clenching your fingers between the grass and damp earth, rubbing your knees against pebbles that make you moan in pain. The length of his cock begins to push against your slit, forcing it open for him, a choked cry leaves your throat, feeling your walls that, despite their wetness, struggle to let him in.

“You're still so tight,” hisses the man unfamiliar to you, "I must spoil you some more, huh?" he chuckles, sliding his hand between your legs, using his index finger to stimulate your throbbing bud, you gasp arching your back and raising your buttocks toward the man, who takes the opportunity to plunge his cock another inch into your entrance, which throbs and squeezes him rhythmically, almost making him lose control of the situation.

The sensation of the claw grazing your folds each time he presses and massages your swollen clitoris brings you almost to the edge, you feel a wild sexual desire, something you never experienced even during your teenage years, a crucial period of sexual development.

“Go ahead, please!” you exclaim breathlessly, pressing your forehead against the ground, every single millimeter that moves inside you without really penetrating you is like torture, your index finger moving languidly, and you're going fucking crazy.

“Are you really begging?” he teases you, you grit your teeth until it hurts, but finally you give in.

“Please... fill me, take me!”

“Do you want it?” he asks again, pulling the tip almost completely out, the only part he had managed to get in, you clench your legs desperately trying to recover what your intimacy has lost.

“Yes! I want it! I want your cock, I want it to fill me all the way, and I want it now!” you growl with an anger that burns under your skin, looking at him from behind, his face is an emotionless mask, but his eyes...oh, those never lie, you read the fire of desire in them, he's suffering that anticipation as much as you are. Bastard.

“You begged for it so well, little girl... I'll just have to satisfy you,” the cavernous tone clashes with his appearance, but it anticipates what happens next and leaves you breathless, abandoning your contracted clitoris he grips your hips tightly, almost penetrating your delicate flesh with his claws, pushing himself into you with a vigorous thrust, instantly breaking the thin membrane at your entrance, effortlessly. The burning that follows makes your eyes water, your body instinctively trying to escape the man's savage assault, suddenly realizing that you have lost your virginity that way, out in the open, sweaty and dirty, just like an animal.

The man on top of you hisses and makes strange deep sounds, inebriated by the sensation of his throbbing cock finally and completely squeezed between your trembling walls, trying to adjust to the abnormal size. You gasp whimpering, moving your pelvis trying to disentangle yourself from the overgrip, his claws are hurting you, but he doesn't seem to want to let go, not now that he is buried so deep.

With a grunt he thrusts out slightly, watching as your pussy instinctively clings to him, as your thick juices and virginal blood wet his entire length, lubricating him. Leaning toward you, he lets a long trickle of saliva fall back between your buttocks, slipping between them reaches the point where you are joined. He thrusts back into you forcefully, striking deeper and deeper, and you feel every detail of his cock penetrating you and thrusting higher and higher, touching points so delicate and sensitive that you howl meekly, like a she-wolf offering her whole self to her mate, the pain has been replaced by the need to be possessed, you move against his pubes with urgency, the thread of pleasure is getting thinner and thinner, you feel incredibly wet, practically soaked, and the sounds of your union are so obscene that you are shamefully aroused. Your walls flutter drunkenly with pleasure, at one point with the thick, red tip he manages to hit the entrance to your cervix with precision, you stiffen whimpering breathlessly, and Jimin collapses on top of you, continuing to move his hips tirelessly and with spellbinding sinuosity.

You take it so well that it is impossible for him not to want to have you again and again, throwing back his head to be hit by the moonlight that increases his desire, his pupils widen and he feels his testicles clench with urgency as the base of his cock swells, making him shake all over. Without a second thought, he begins to enter you with deeper and longer thrusts so that his whole cock sinks into you without any more constriction, he hears you panting and crying and this only causes him joy, you are completely abandoned to him and your sensations.

You're about to come, you're not so ignorant that you don't know what's happening to your body, you've even heard of intense orgasms, but this... god, this is going to be devastating, you know very well. It's nothing like the ones you had with masturbation, this one is deeper, snaking through your lower belly and you feel it in your uterus. You stiffen all over, trying to block the erection that keeps pinning you down between hard, sensual thrusts, every time it touches your cervix you risk going crazy.

“Don't stop me, little girl... It's here, isn't it?” he gasps at you, slamming into you once more, high up between the entrance of your uterus and another sensitive area that makes your clitoris and walls tear with intense pleasure, your toes curl and you can't help but nod desperately, "Alright, love," he replies without even realizing it, kissing your bare, sweaty shoulder, his knot is almost complete, but he wants you to come before he gives you his cum.

He teases a sensitive, turgid nipple with the tip of a claw as he reaches the point of your union, massaging your folds to help you come, though with a hint of naughtiness he doesn't dare touch your clitoris, he wants you to orgasm on your own, knowing that the intensity then will be greater and you will collapse weak and distraught in his arms.

“Oh, fuck-!” you widen your eyes, being hit by a pressing and beautiful sensation of jouissance, sucking him furiously into you amid tremors and searing waves of pleasure, the same clear liquid as before leaks from your slit, this time in a greater quantity, causing Jimin to grunt as he is run over by your jet, slamming into you almost brutally, streams of his cum fiercely fill your core, as if to mark you for life, and finally his knot swells completely, locking him inside you.

Although immobilized, he cannot stop coming, his testicles quivering violently, and only one thing could quell his aching desire. With his eyes now almost completely encompassed by the black pupil, he pushes your hair away from your neck, exposing your previously tortured skin.

“Why does this go on?” you ask feverishly, confused by the enormous weight widening your walls and locking his big cock into you.

“Sssh” he rubs the tip of his nose against you, making you shudder, "Just wait a little longer" his words are followed by an excruciating twinge, his grown canines penetrating like blades into your skin and sinking into your flesh amidst your shocked and submissive screams, your body surrendering to his force, instinctively submitting and waiting for him to finish marking.

Jimin loves blood, your blood, it pleasantly bathes his tongue with its density and sweetness, he moans with need as he loses himself in your scent, instinct commands him to move his hips once more, even though you are both locked together, with a weak moan you take in the last strings of his cum, resting possessively in your belly, you feel heavy and unbearably full, but at least he seems to be finished, you feel him relax as he once again licks the holes left by his teeth, healing them. He looks like a wolf cleaning up after his mate after mating.

“What are you?” you ask wearily, by now surrendering to the idea that the man cannot be a mere human, that probably everything he has told you, from the poison-soaked dress to the deal with the town, is real.

“Jimin” you hear him grunt at such a low frequency that if you hadn't been alone, you probably wouldn't have heard him. You snort weakly.

“I asked you what you are, not your name,” you murmur, the strange, heavy weight preventing you from moving, hissing as Jimin moves awkwardly between your legs, putting you in a more comfortable situation, letting you rest against his chest lethargically, occasionally kissing the back of your neck and licking your neck, or behind your ear.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't like all that attention; you feel a delicious bite around your heart as you cling to his embrace, protected from the evening chill.

You don't know exactly how long you spend like this, maybe forty minutes, maybe an hour, the fact is that finally that thing between your legs seems to melt away, making you sigh almost strangely.

Jimin gently untangles himself from you, leaving your warm shelter slowly and with a feeling of emptiness that stuns you, your legs finally relax and you try to move them to regain some mobility, you feel his cum pushing to come out and two of his fingers enter you, plugging your entrance. No claws, you notice as he slowly turns you around.

You hiss at the burning, your knees are completely ruined, but Jimin begins to sprinkle them with kisses and saliva, the man is back between your thighs again, you can see his long, wild hair shining as he licks and sucks your skin from time to time, all the way to his fingers, he moves them slowly inside you and you twitch involuntarily, closing your eyes at the warmth of his tongue licking a thick streak of cum and juices dripping roughly from you, pushing it down to your hypersensitive clitoris and you moaning in pain.

“Don't do it,” you gasp, closing your legs tightly, but he doesn't give up, grabbing your chin between two fingers and forcing your mouth wide open, your heart faltering with a strange emotion, you let him spit all his creamy load into your mouth, running along your tongue with a surprised cry.

“Swallow,” he orders with a gleam of interest in his eyes.

You do as he tells you, wanting to please him in every way possible, accepting him back into your mouth for a slow, intimate kiss. It is also dominant and sweet, intense.

“I'm Jimin, a werewolf and also one of the masters of the castle,” he explains pushing you against his bare chest, you hug him back as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be there, clasped to him on a bed of dry leaves, "You are my mate, it's no accident that you were chosen ... being a virgin at your age is unusual for humans, but not for us wolves, you waited for me," he emphasizes with fire in his eyes.

“But ... my friends?” you can't help but ask, which makes him chuckle.

“My people have learned to be among humans, they recognized you by scent and led you to me at the right time, they are fine,” he informs you with a caress, “In fact, you should worry about yourself,” he says with a note of reproach.

“H-How?” fear advances again.

“I've waited too many years for your birth, little girl... it's time to repay the wait,” he hums as something hot and hard returns against your belly.

“Jimin, wai-!” too late, the tip of his cock captures your entrance again, this time with more ease and the next thrust has you writhing against him with tears in your eyes, “Oh, shit!”

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Dark Moon | EXTRA 01 | Monster

Pairing | yandere!gangster!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3,9k

Warnings | +18, yandere themes, knife wound, memories of past trauma and abuse, references to an attempted murder and escape attempt (present in the main story), Stockholm syndrome, guilt, Hoseok loves to psychologically torture MC, references to MC's traumatic past (hard yandere Jimin) and her love-filled present (soft yandere Jimin) that MC calls before and after, smut (fingering, wet kisses, nipple sucking), non-sexual choking attempt, fear and anxiety, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | You thought the worst was over, but the dark shadows are denser than you thought.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys!

After receiving many comments asking for an extra chapter for Dark Moon, I decided to write one, I hope you enjoy this glimpse of how things turned out later, thanks for loving Dark Moon 🥹❤️

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➢ Main Story

➢ Happy Ending Series

➢ Side Note | The first two stories - Happy Ending and Dark Moon - were written in the third person, which had been my style for a long time. However, I’ve recently started writing all my new stories in the second person, as I find it much more immersive and enjoyable. As a result, the new stories in this series will continue in the second person. Thank you for reading this far ❤️

Jimin's return from a mission is announced by many heavy footsteps, some even shuffling, you hear excited whispers and words left unsaid.

You jerk open your eyes, your blurred vision in the dark making you dizzy, but that is not the reason for your nausea.

Jimin.

You jump up with your heart in your throat, it's not unusual for him to come home late from work, it's the other agitated voices that startle you. Something has definitely happened that has alerted the others as well.

You quickly grab your robe and tie it in a tight knot at the waist, you don't even bother to put on shoes, when you lower the handle the click resonates like a gunshot and a shiver runs down your spine, you will never get used to that kind of life, even though Jimin has become your whole world, and as a result his life is yours too.

You move your feet toward the living room, where surely everyone else is gathered, and you bring back an unruly lock of hair, tongues of fire sway sinuously throughout the hallway, someone has lit the fireplace, a sign of a long night they will spend here.

“Squeeze this, man,” you hear someone say, you recognize him as Jungkook and frown, "It's going to hurt, but you know the drill by now," he continues and your heart misses a beat.

When you reach the living room and the heat of the fire invests you, two heads turn in your direction, you simply feel the ground missing from under your feet.

You see Jimin, lying on the couch, pale under the mop of once again black, blood-stained hair; you don't know if it's his, but the one on his uncovered side that Jungkook is taking care to stitch up with needle and thread definitely belongs to him.

“What happened?” you simply manage to ask with a choked edge to your voice, rocking on jelly legs before collapsing at your husband's side, who clutches a leather glove between his teeth to suppress the pain.

The man weakly lifts his eyelids in your direction, two shiny black pools look at you affectionately and with weary hand tries to caress your face, you immediately clasp your fingers to his, they are cold you find yourself noticing and this startles you.

You glance at the wound, it is just below the ribs and Jungkook's quick hands move the needle expertly, there is ice wrapped in a cloth abandoned on the couch, perhaps to try to make the area around the wound less sensitive, you also notice a bottle of disinfectant and some gauze.

Jimin winces all the same, clenching the glove between his teeth so as not to show you his pain, not out of shame, but because he doesn't want to worry you further.

Your mind involuntarily goes to that day.

The day you hurt him trying to escape, those are hard memories to swallow, you don't like to remember the before, but how can you not think back when you have the same scenario before your eyes?

“I'm fine,” hisses Jimin fulminating Jungkook when he presses the tip of the needle a little too hard, ”It's superficial.”

“One more inch and we could have run to the hospital, though,” mutters the third man's voice, you try to ignore his disturbing presence.

It was not difficult to bond with all the members of Jimin's family, all except him.

Hoseok never showed any interest in being your friend, and you always mentally thanked him for that. Since that time at the Dark Moon, you have had no direct contact with him and you are more than okay with that, he is a real monster. You can see it in his eyes, the evil that he harbors and is not ashamed to let it out whenever he can.

That day, you would have died by his hand if Jimin had not gotten in the way, despite the wounds he had. You owe everything to Jimin you think, kissing his sweat-soaked forehead softly. The boy closes his eyes at the pleasant warmth of your lips against his smooth skin.

“You're not well, Jimin,” you whisper in his ear, Jimin's eyelashes flicker a little, you can see the shadow of a smile amid the pain.

“You're always so anxious, my love,” he chuckles with difficulty, in response you inhale into his dark hair his masculine fragrance, mixed with gunpowder and blood, “I'll survive, as always.”

How many more times must you wake up with your heart in your throat, with Jimin wounded and lying on the couch sweating and bleeding. The only thing sweet about that image is the bold smile he gives you every single time.

“And you always try to downplay everything,” you say bitterly, kissing him on the lips.

Jungkook looks at you out of the corner of his eye without saying anything, but he is clearly more relaxed now that you are there to look after Jimin, Hoseok on the other hand snorts.

“You women are so complicated,” there is boredom in his tone, it irritates you but you tighten your lips into a thin line to ignore him, ”Even though you were more like us that time than you want to admit, remember?”

The reference to that day freezes you, you widen your eyes and lift them to his.

His hair is no longer as red as blood, now it is as black as his soul, but his sadism is still there. He loves to hurt physically, but he doesn't disdain psychological hurt. Especially if it is to hit you, after all, resentment is his best friend and he never considered you part of his family.

Jimin's eyes go wide, the black has stopped sparkling, the sweetness has been replaced by anger.

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok,” he hisses with a latent snarl. He is hurt, but that doesn't mean he will allow Hoseok to disrespect you, ”She is not to blame!”

He always says that, but is that really the case?

“Or what?” the other challenges him, leaning against the back of the sofa.

“Please... stop,” you mutter dejectedly to both of them, agreeing - reluctantly - with Hoseok. True, you were no different from them that day. It is a guilt you will carry with you forever.

Perhaps because of your tone, perhaps because of your look, or perhaps both, Jimin vibrates with anger and disdain. He jerks up ignoring your arms trying to pick him back up, managing to grab Hoseok by the collar of his black leather jacket, landing a punch right on his mouth that he dared to say too much to his wife, this set of movements blowing out a few stitches, making Jungkook growl in frustration.

“That's really enough now!” Jungkook has never been a go-between, he has always reasoned with physical force, and it doesn't even take a moment to force Jimin back to his seat, weak as he is, and push Hoseok away with an irritated shove, “You've both pissed me off.”

Hoseok rubs his split lips, blood smears his black gloves - the same kind of gloves Jimin had on the night he caught you - his teeth have torn flesh as a result of Jimin's punch, but he doesn't seem to show resentment.

He knows he has gone too far. Even if he doesn't regret it.

He also seems at times amused at his friend's reaction, love is a feeling he does not understand, he finds it ridiculous, and he also finds Jimin and Jungkook ridiculous for getting “tamed.”

Hoseok disgusts you.

“You didn't have to react that way, we all know what he's like,” you whisper softly on your husband's lips, Jimin is breathing heavily out of anger and grief, Jungkook seems to have abandoned the path of kindness and is stitching him up carelessly, perhaps even with a hint of malice.

“I don't tolerate-” I don't tolerate anyone disrespecting you, you block that sentence by kissing him again, losing yourself in the soft lips and sugary taste of the boy who brought you to your knees, in every sense of the word.

You block him because you don't feel you deserve all that respect, Hoseok is right.

That evil man is like a virus in your brain, he wanted to hurt you that day and for a just reason, you almost killed a member of his family, you are unforgivable and you willfully ignore the reasons that led you to such an extreme act. You remain a murderer, the man you hold in your arms now, he would not be here now if you had managed to escape without giving him help.

“Christ, I want to go home,” Jungkook whines, envious of your intimate contact, he wants to go home to his wife and spend the rest of the night with her, but he has to stitch Jimin up first and some stitches are blown out, this thought makes him nervous and that hint of malice sneers a little more.

Jimin finds himself screaming in an instant with no more glove to help him, he casts a shocked glance at Jungkook, more blood stains his quick fingers, and yet he looks innocent, as if he has not just voluntarily stuck the needle deeper than was really necessary.

“Be kind, Jungkook,” you smile at the pigtailed boy, who rolls his eyes in response, “Please.”

“At least there's someone who knows politeness in this room,” he mumbles back, Jimin snorts throwing his head back on your soft, cozy chest, you lift your gaze and pin it on Hoseok, he's looking at you with a strange smile. He knows what you're thinking.

You pull the blankets up to Jimin's chin, he is shivering with cold and that worries you. Jungkook instructed you which antibiotic to give him once a day, then closed the door behind you, careful to let Hoseok out first.

Jungkook didn't trust you to be alone with him either.

You swallow a knot that tightens your throat, you feel suffocated. You need to get some air, even though it's probably cold outside that would freeze the soul of even the devil.

“Don't do that,” you hear yourself say, turning to Jimin.

He has pulled himself up from the blankets and looks at you harshly.

“What?” you ask pretending to arrange something in a drawer, your attitude exhausting him.

“Don't think of another man,” the blackness of his eyes is darker, the jealousy is always there, ”I hate that my woman thinks of another.”

This makes you smile incredulously, “I don't think of another man, Jimin, you are my man” you clarify with your hands on your hips, you see him melt a little as a sad smile finally comes to light.

Oh.

He means to say...

“You think about the things this man says,” he points out to you, ”But it's all bullshit, stop this guilt, it's killing me.”

Tears accumulate between your eyelashes, you blink quickly to chase them away.

“But it's true, I did-I almost killed you,” your lips tremble, Jimin instantly notices.

He doesn't like to resume the before, it disturbs him. But he has to if he wants to calm you down somehow.

“And before you tried to kill me, I hurt you willingly,” he emphasizes the last word with a grimace of contempt, to himself, “I pushed you to the limit and at that moment I liked it.”

Jimin never hid his darkness, he promised to love and respect you after, but it was not so before.

It was hell, just thinking about it leaves you paralyzed, the memories of pain are suffocating. Those of the pleasure you did not accept but yearned for are even more so.

Still, you shake your head, whichever way you look at it, you feel guilty.

“You were drunk; you didn't really want to” you try to justify him.

“I was drunk because I was fucking pissed, pissed at you,” the man points out to you, now bleary-eyed.

He would never hurt you now, in the after.

Right?

“You can justify me, but not yourself?” the pain in his voice leaves you stunned and pained, the shadows of your past are dense and heavy, Hoseok wallows among them, you think angrily.

But Jimin doesn't feel the same way, the problem is not Hoseok, he knows that very well.

You two still haven't gotten over the before, that's what reinforces the pain.

“I can't accept what I did, because I was never this” you were never a monster, no need to say that, Jimin already understood, “But I acted like one, you at least do it for a living.”

The man shakes his head, “I did it out of anger, and anger led to making my hate-based reality also a job” for a moment he sees the exhausted little boy collapsing at Seokjin's feet again and accepts his offer.

He will not deny it, it was the best choice ever, even if the circumstances that led him to meet you were terrible.

But he doesn't regret his love; he could let you go, but he won't.

He is too involved with you, you are too involved with him, you are a family now, in the after.

He just wants to take that weight off your shoulders crushing you. Even though it will hurt both of you.

“Come here, babe,” he invites you, moving a hand to draw you to him.

It doesn't have to happen again, you find yourself already sitting on the bed by his side, it was instinctive, the need for him overwhelming.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper in a choked voice, truly sorry for the dark thoughts you are giving him while he is in a pitiful condition.

“Straddle me,” he says bluntly, squinting your eyes.

“But... are you crazy? Jungkook finished with the stitches not even twenty minutes ago, I could hurt you, the wound is fresh!” you protest with your chest heaving up and down rhythmically, you cannot deny that the request tickled you.

But Jimin grabs you by the hips and intimates you to do as he told you, “Ride me, Y/N” his voice sounds sensual and needy, a giddy feeling tightens in your lower belly.

You lick your lips lifting yourself up on Jimin, surround his hips with your thighs, the robe opens over them and let Jimin look at your soft skin with desire. He has stopped shaking, you notice.

Paying attention to his wound, he opens the robe over your chest as well and slowly pulls down the thin straps of your nightgown, the man's eyes darken at the seductive sight of your delicate breasts and already turgid nipples, he would have gladly spent the evening another way if a half-dead bastard hadn't stabbed him out of spite, you'd be under him crying and moaning in pleasure, instead he has to settle for that position.

But he can always make up for it somehow, right now - in your after - he thinks, closing his plump lips around a stiff, rosy tip that asked for nothing more, the sensation of his wet tongue playing with your breasts makes you hold your breath, your clitoris throbbing and your entrance moistening, already ready to receive him in all his tantalizing thickness.

A dusting of pink colors your cheeks, Jimin loves your sensitivity, you could come just like that.

Your husband licks a streak of saliva down the column of your neck, you tremble as he finally reaches your lips before imprisoning them in a fiery and lively kiss, the sensual and soft entwinement of your tongues makes your thighs wiggle against his skin, you clench his legs and Jimin lays one of his hands on your hip and thrusts toward you, you mew meekly feeling the thick tip of his cock pressing against your panty-covered entrance.

Ignoring the glowing twinges in his side, Jimin sensually moves his pelvis against your pussy, playing with the tip of tongue, which grasps and tickles yours. You could really cum exactly that way and it would still be sublime and overwhelming, but Jimin sneaks his other hand inside your panties and puts some pressure with one finger on your swollen, taut clit, circles around it mischievously and then presses again, making it throb repeatedly and to his liking.

You are forced to separate from his wonderful mouth to catch your breath, narrowing your eyes at the bite he leaves on your neck, before gently sucking on the same spot. You don't doubt that there will be a bruise when you wake up, but it's a pain so pleasurable that your juices flows from your slit shamefully, you know it when you lower your eyes and notice the wet spot spreading across his pajama pants, at the height of his cock that continues to rock against you.

He continues to seduce you with his mouth until the first contractions of orgasm leave you breathless.

“Oh God... Jimin... I'm close,” you whisper in a shrill tone, your eyes watery with pleasure.

Jimin stops the movements of his pelvis, and before you can beg him to continue, he clamps his teeth on one of your nipples, flicking it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, and penetrates you with his middle and ring fingers, leaving his thumb to stimulate your contracted clitoris mercilessly.

The urgency of your pleasure is like an electric shock, your walls sucking his fingers instantly into their silky softness, vibrating softly as they are penetrated and every single sensitive and receptive point stimulated, the orgasm shooting powerful and fast, you haven't even given him time to get to the last thrust, you come with raging shivers all over your body.

Just as you open your mouth to scream out all your pleasure, the hand Jimin was holding on your thigh goes up to your neck, his fingers tightening around it, but there is something strange about it.

It's not just erotic pressure, the fingers clench, so much, too much.

You open your eyes wide, searching for a miserable trickle of air, you try to tell Jimin with your eyes that you can't breathe, that he is hurting you, you even dig your nails into his arm, but nothing. Jimin's gaze is distant, remains intensely focused on you and doesn't seem to want to let go, fear and agitation blind you, you need oxygen as soon as possible, and eventually your brain shuts down and your body's response kicks in.

You strike Jimin in the face several times, heedless of his reddening skin, scratch his chest bloody, almost reopen the wound and fill him with fists. He accepts every single blow you give him in silence, because the feeling of your pulse desperately running under his fingers disgusts him, repulses him, but it must be so or you will never understand. When you try to grab him in your turn by the neck, to do the exact same thing to him, he finally releases you and you both regain air.

But for you the coming of air is painful, terrible, you take in so much that you can't really breathe and you choke, beginning to cough. You rise from him in shock, but you collapse to the ground with your head spinning and your peripheral vision almost completely obscured, your ears ringing and you are unable to think. You feel only shock, but also much, too much anger.

You thought the before was over, that the after was only full of love, you do not understand and when he reaches out to embrace you, your body instinctively rejects his touch.

Your still-dull mind loves him, your all too reactive body rejects him because of the danger, you are confused, you can only rely on instinct, which tells you to run away and get to safety.

Despite everything, Jimin comes back to embrace you and this time he does not accept your rejection, your body trembles in response, and when your mind finally manages to generate a thought, you can only ask…

“Why?” you cry, pressing your forehead to the floor, “Why did you do that?”

You touch your neck, it hurts, just as your lungs hurt. It was just horrible, why did he do such a thing? He said that... he said that...

“Because I love you,” he whispers miserably, "And that was the only way to make you understand," his voice sounds strange, as if trying to hold back sobs.

“I love you,” “The only way,” “To make you understand.”

You let him embrace you without trying to push him away anymore, but the terror is still there. It flows through your skin like a raging river.

“Now tell me, did you hit me because you wanted to or because it was your body reacting to what I was doing to you?” he asks softly in your ear, staring motionless at an undefined spot in the room.

Now you understand, he used sex to distract you and the threat of death to remind you of the danger and fear of that day.

You don't die from violent anal intercourse, but you die little by little inside if it is repeated day after day. Your mind had not held, your body had rebelled against that fate.

It was instinct, survival instinct.

“I didn't mean to do it... hit you I mean,” you sob, his lips brushing one cheek gently, as if to soothe you.

“You are not a monster, my love,” he whispers, remaining silent a few moments before resuming, “I am the monster” there is still self-loathing in his words, with the tip of his nose he brushes the marks of his fingers on your neck.

You know he's sorry, but you also know he won't regret it, not if it helped you understand.

You are not a monster, you just reacted to what was done to you, your mind and body were broken. Your mind more than your body.

You forgave Jimin and you will surely forgive him even now, in the after, because he helped you understand, understanding was the last step to forgiving yourself as well.

The shadows are less dense and Hoseok no longer wallows among them.

It is Jimin's words that matter, not Hoseok's.

Hoseok hates you and would do anything to kill you, whether physically or psychologically, it matters little.

Jimin loves you and would do anything for your welfare, even pass as a villain in an effort to help you understand.

Remember what you thought when Jimin confessed after saving you.

It is a sick love, but one you need to feel safe.

And you don't regrets anything.

“Jimin?” you call out to him, get a murmur in response, “Thank you.”

He kisses the fingers of your hand, some of them stained with his blood, but he regrets nothing.

“You are the most precious thing I have, Y/N,” he confesses, ”Hurting you disgusts me, though in this case it was necessary, forgive me.”

Overflowing with sincerity, you finally relax, “I have already forgiven you,” you reply.

Jimin cannot block the emotion he feels, he kisses you in your soft, fragrant hair, he knows he does not deserve it, but you are his whole world, “Thank you.”

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 3 months ago

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Sorry if it seems brothering but I really wanted to ask that in the happy ending series on dark moon (Jimin's part) what happened to (Y/N)'s sister ? Actually I was unfortunately couldn't read til the end as I can't handle stockholm syndrome well yet I was curious about her (her sister) also your plot ideas and series are amazing by the way ! The world building too !

Hi honey! 🥰

It's okay if you couldn't read the whole story, and I'm happy to always use the right warnings so readers can decide whether or not to continue reading ♥️

As for what happened to MC's sister in Dark Moon, I will explain it to you after the "spoiler" warning!

SPOILER!

It is Jimin himself who, to make the protagonist happy, gets her a picture of her sister, showing that she is perfectly healthy. He also tells her — though he shouldn't, due to client privacy — that the girl was bought by a rich man who wanted to 'gift' her to his son for his birthday. However, the boy eventually fell sincerely in love with her, and now they are married and have a child. Although it didn’t start well, the sister’s story ended sweetly 🥰

Thank you anyway for being interested in the story, and I'm glad you enjoyed the plots of the other stories! I look forward to unveiling this world story by story 🥰

#ask #dark moon

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 3 months ago

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Happy Ending Masterlist

→ warning | All the stories in this series are yandere-themed, so they include 18+ and potentially triggering content (dubcon/noncon, violence, gore, explicit language, obsession and and many other dark things). I recommend these stories only to adult audiences familiar with this genre.

→ a/n | Hi, guys! Yes, Happy Ending is indeed becoming a series. I decided to create this official masterlist not only to help you know when the next stories will be released, but also to show you upcoming plots. Thank you for all the support you've given to both Happy Ending and Dark Moon. ❤️

→ available stories | Happy Ending || J.JK - Dark Moon || P.JM

→ side note | After Happy Ending all stories can be read in any order ❤️

Taglist is open: @katherine-kookie @btsuga-d @douknowbts @aiiselle90210 @fewercascade @mageprincess7 @m00njinnie @get-that-brain-working @whipwhoops @dragons-flare @takemeaway5402 @seokjins-luigi @pjmsneverland @jimincrystal @ajkwww @ungodlyjoon @hecateslittlewitchling @namjoonsbuspass @darkuni63 @xicanacorpse @jiminismine4ever @btssimplove @antisocial-mochi267 @reallygenerouskoala @velvet-stardust2002 @angelicsmilesworld @dabishou @ke1k029 @lennieharper @pantara

⤷ Introduction:

"Don't be shy, at the Dark Moon, every form of pleasure is allowed. Sweet promises overflowing with sadism are savored like candy in this sin-stained place. Go ahead, choose one of our gentlemen, or why not, maybe even all seven, and enjoy the show.

Just one piece of advice before you begin: don't cry."

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Boss - Strategist - Public Face

➤ Nickname/Alias | Phantom

⤷ Summary | If sadness had a face, it would be his; you think this while your house is on fire.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Underboss - Handler - Enforcer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Seraph

⤷ Summary | He was the kind of person who could seduce with intelligence and culture; you would never have guessed that a monster was hiding inside him.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Sniper - Recruiter - Trainer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Nocturne

⤷ Summary | The shadow you used to see darting into your room at night when you were a child is back, now taller and more imposing… it's him.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Hitman - Torturer - Bruiser

➤ Nickname/Alias | Howl

⤷ Summary | A beast — that's what you thought when he raised his searing eyes to you.

➤ Story | Dark Moon

➤ Role | Hitman - Kidnapper - Torturer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Arctic

⤷ Summary | You had asked God for help, but the devil himself answered you; now accept the consequences.

➤ Story | work in progress...

➤ Role | Accountant - Dealer - Hitman

➤ Nickname/Alias | Eclipse

⤷ Summary | His smile had drawn you in, but it was the blood on his clothes that kept you by his side.

➤ Story | Happy Ending

➤ Role | Bruiser - Hitman - Torturer

➤ Nickname/Alias | Fyrius

⤷ Summary | It had started with sweet and innocent love, then everything was tinged with danger.

© | I do not allow the republication or editing of these stories by third parties; all rights belong to me. Anyone guilty of the crime of plagiarism will be reported and blocked. The same goes for those who take parts of my stories without my explicit consent.

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 4 months ago

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WIP

“How could you know all this? Have you found a way to spy on me?” you ask without thinking anymore about the polite manners to have with a man. Hoseok pretends to think about what to answer, “Let's say that being a demon has its advantages, many advantages,” he replies, making you horrified and bring a hand to your lips at what he has just uttered so naturally. “That's not funny, you can't say such things! They could throw you out of the institution or worse!” you begin to say quickly, praying that no one heard him, this man intimidates and attracts you at the same time.

Small piece of my new fanfiction coming soon 🤧

#bts fanfic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok yandere #hoseok x reader #yandere bts x reader

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 5 months ago

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Vampire's Kiss | Chapter Four

Pairing | Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 5,6k

Warnings | +18, MC and Jungkook joke a lot, fluff and some sensuality (smut in the next chapter 🤧) but also angst, provocation and threat at work, one of MC's bosses doesn't seem like a very good person 💀 (JK where are you?)

⤷ Summary | Humans have finally unveiled and accepted the centuries-old existence of vampires, in a modern world people share their lives with these peculiar and mysterious creatures, but it is not all roses.

Will two souls belonging to such different species be able to be together?

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥹❤️

I'm finally back with a new chapter of VK, if you've read my previous posts then you'll know that I'm really writing a lot of stories at the moment that I can't wait for you to read, so I hope you enjoy this chapter in the meantime ❤️

Taglist: @katherine-kookie @peterstarkchrishiddleston @reallygenerouskoala @btsuga-d @angelicsmilesworld @jimincrystal @velvet-stardust2002 @ke1k029 @kylafox09 @pantara @takemeaway5402 @jkslaugh97

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It has officially been two weeks since your acquaintance with Jungkook began and things are going well. You just need to find a way to communicate to your family that ... well, their firstborn is seriously considering marriage to a vampire. Not that they have the right to decide for you or anything, and you also know that your mother would support you in anything, but the real big hurdles to overcome answer to the names of Dad and Mirae.

They will not be happy with such news, your sister might even try to assassinate him at the first possible opportunity, you shudder at the very thought of such a thing, you hope that Jungkook's beauty will divert her from committing such actions.

You are just thinking of calling your mother when the phone starts ringing nonstop, you check the name on the display and a smile arises spontaneously.

<<To what do I owe the honor of this call, Mr. Jeon?>>.

You hear laughter on the other end of the line, <<Uhm...I don't know, maybe I have good news for my sweet little human?>>.

You blush at the last words, but decide to tease him a little, <<Mr. Jeon finally decided to date yours truly?>>.

It is not unusual for company managers to work overtime, but Jungkook is working far too much of it. You haven't seen him since that evening at the beach spent exchanging first kisses and promises, since which time his schedule has become so busy as to be intolerable, at least for you.

You hear a whine on the other end of the phone, much like the whine of a puppy.

<<I don't like this distance either.... Seokjin is busy with wedding preparations and has left everything to us, Jimin is getting more and more distracted and it's up to me to sort out the messes he makes, sorry, it's hellish days>> it's not hard for you to imagine why Jimin is so uncaring, with parents like his there's a lot to lose your mind.

<<All right, all right... it's just that I miss you>> you mumble shyly covering your face, even though you are in the copy room and there is no one there to watch you.

<<Don't say that... this is where the good stuff comes in, Jimin has made Jin aware of the situation your company is in, a meeting has been arranged and it is likely that we will meet there>>.

You widen your eyes, trying to suppress the shriek that almost escapes your mouth. Jimin really did his part! When you see him again, you will jump on his neck to crush him in a strong hug.

And then... Jungkook will see where you work. You will meet as colleagues and ... e... oh, dear. You imagine him in a suit and tie, it must be such a sexy sight to-.

<> he hums like a nightingale, making your heart flutter.

<<What? I'm not imagining anything at all>> you immediately get defensive, unable to control the tremor in your tone.

<<So you didn't just imagine me in a suit and tie, did you?>> but what the fuck-, <<And you didn't imagine our eyes meeting with longing, me taking you by the hand ... to lead you into the copy room in the throes of a sudden urge, locking the door behind us to be left alone, you and me, in the complete intimacy of darkness>> you stare around alarmed, but what the fuck-.

<<How did you know I was in the copy room?>>.

<>.

He wants to kill you or what, exactly?! Then to say such things while you are clearly in working hours, where everyone could hear him talking like that... that guy is your pleasurable torture.

<<This wonderful girl might decide to close the phone in your face in case you don't stop saying such nonsense!>> you blurt out with burning ears, cautiously looking at the door.

<<You won't, if you like me at least a little, you won't>> he says with great conviction.

You rest your back against the wall.

<>.

You close your eyelids and in the darkness that greets you you see him, sitting behind his desk with the phone handset pressed to his ear, a grin plastered on those perpetually rosy lips, his big dark eyes scrolling across the screen of his company computer. In your fantasy he has the first buttons of his shirt open, his long, wavy hair instead pulled back, leaving on display that pristine forehead on which you would have left a million kisses.

<>.

You nod, that may be enough for the moment, <>.

<<So... shall we make it the day after tomorrow?>>.

What?

<<What? What, the day after tomorrow?>> you croak in panic, not understanding what he is referring to.

<<Our date, of course! I want to take you somewhere nice, I've neglected you too much>>.

You smile smugly, suddenly calming down, <<Wow, Jeon Jungkook... you're just the boy of my dreams>>.

<> you giggle confusedly, who the heck is Yoongi?

The two of you say an unceremonious goodbye, according to him Yoongi is already in danger of throwing up his breakfast and wants to prevent that from happening.

You take the long-made photocopies from the machine and start to open the door, when you lift your eyes to the figure behind it you immediately jump in fright.

“Yoongyu! Goodness, what are you doing there?” you ask with one hand pressed at heart level, he stares at you strangely with his thin eyes reproachfully.

“Are you dating Jeon Jungkook, Y/N? I hope you know what he is,” you sigh, printing a fake smile on your face.

“A vampire? Yes, I know what he is and I don't care.”

You try to go around him to go straight for your own way, but he holds you by the shoulder, your heart churning anxiously as you cast a glance at his hand in amazement. What on earth is he doing?

Firmly you shrug him off, casting him a warning glance.

“I don't know what your problem is, but you have no right to put your hands on me like that, I hope this never happens again” your mind is stuck on what to do and not to do, he is your superior, but the two of you have always maintained a friendly relationship, even after your breakup. But it is also true that after that breakup he had never again allowed himself to touch you, not even in a gesture of greeting, so what the heck is wrong with him now?

He does not seem disturbed by your words, in fact, he smiles at them, “Are you going to let a vampire do it for me, then? Think about it, I put more than just a hand on you in the past, and I gave you all the time you needed to come back to me, now you come out seeing a vampire? And then, what? Are you going to look for a way to bring little monsters like him into the world? Don't be ridiculous and come back to me,” he tries again to touch you, this time stroking a lock of your hair, but once again you push him away.

Inside you feel like you're dying, your stomach is twisting from a sickening feeling. Who did you get so close to?

All the happiness you felt during your conversation with Jungkook has vanished into the air, in front of you is a real monster, one of those that hides in the shadows with a nice reassuring smile, posing as a human.

“Move over, Director. I don't have time to waste with you.”

He shakes his head, behind his eyes you can read irritation.

“You treat one of your superiors like this? Valentine had told me about this vampire fixation of yours, I investigated convinced it was just one of her usual nonsense, instead it's all true...I never expected such behavior from you, have you already forgotten me so easily with one of them?” you swallow your own air, you don't even have any saliva left to swallow, you stare over his shoulder in search of any exit, but block the passage entirely, there was little you could do.

“We ended our acquaintance because we wanted different things, do you remember that?”

“Yes, the excuse that you wanted something serious and I didn't... bullshit, the only obstacle at the moment is my mother, she wants me to marry an heiress, I could never let her down so I had decided to let you go... but to hear that you will so quietly give yourself to a bloodsucker fills me with anger, am I really that forgettable to you?”

You look at him in dismay, not only because he is talking to you so arrogantly, but also because of all the mean things he is spewing about vampires, about Jungkook.

“I'm telling you again, get out of my way before I scream,” you hiss forcefully despite your trembling legs, you know you'd have little to do against him, but that wouldn't stop you from defending yourself should the need arise, his status be damned.

But to your surprise he shifts, although his expression remained insolent.

“I need you to make a decision, don't make me wait too long, I'll be around for you.”

You take a big breath, trying to calm down, “I've already made a decision, I'm going to get on with my life and you need to stay out of it, before I report you,” you answer him harshly, before hurriedly stepping over him, returning to your office, ignoring his derisive chuckle.

There you find Valentine talking on the phone absentmindedly, your anger goes into your bloodstream as soon as you realize how quiet she is, despite the situation she has put you in, and you find your outlet, suddenly one of your hands slams down on the desk hard, right in front of her, who jumps in fright and stares at you shocked, as if you have suddenly gone crazy, hastily closes the call and then yells at you.

“What the hell is wrong with you!”

“How dare you tell Yoongyu my personal affairs! I don't think you had the right!” you are deaf to the pain in your hand, at that moment you would love to encircle her neck with your hands so that you could choke her with extreme comfort, but you try to control yourself.

Valentine pales, “W-Wait a minute! He was the one who asked me for information!”

Information?

“Information of what kind, Valentine?” you growl at her.

She wrings her hands in agitation, there you realize she's done more than just blurt out your experiences with boys lately.

“He wanted to know if you were dating ... and I told him you're hooked on that vampire app by now!” then she also says more, to your horror, ”He also wanted your personal phone number, said it was an emergency because he couldn't reach you on the one you use for work, and then ...”

Fuck, what else would there be?

“She asked me where you usually went out to eat when you went out, I thought you'd like to be wooed by someone like him, you're too hung up on those vampires, and Yoongyu is handsome, rich, and most of all, human!” she exclaims as if you have to necessarily agree with her. You, on the other hand, are realizing more and more that you have been working all this time with an unconscious madwoman.

“Maybe he didn't have my phone number because I didn't want him to have it? Did it seem smart to you to give it to him without even asking my consent, you jolly goose! Besides, you don't get to decide who I should or should not date! Get it through that empty head of yours!”

“What else could I do? He's the boss here and what he wants he'll get, don't think I wanted to give it to him so easily anyway! I resisted at first!”

You bring your hands to your face, betrayed so foolishly by one who should know absolutely nothing about you in the first place, fucking camaraderie among colleagues, “Don't you dare lie to me so shamelessly, we all know that everything you come to know then the rest of the building knows!”

Evidently your rant must have hurt her, since she leaves the office crying, but at that moment it matters little to you; you have much else to think about now. You collapse in your chair, exhausted. This is something to be taken seriously, so you have to talk to someone about it? Should you report it, so that if something happened to you, suspicion would be immediately on him?

And should you let Jungkook know about this situation?

Shake your head immediately, you need calm. You can't ruin someone's career in case it was words dictated solely by the anger of the moment, his distaste for vampires has poisoned his good judgment, that's all.

Nothing was going to happen.

Plus there was confidence between you, perhaps he thought you would not be bothered by that attitude of his, no matter how villainous.

But despite those thoughts, the next few hours are hell.

Once you leave work you begin to look around circumspectly, see shadows where there are none and hear nonexistent voices in the stretches of road with fewer people, because you forgot your car keys at home, leading you to make the foolish decision to ride the bus to work because of your laziness?

Do your shoulders curve under the weight of anxiety, are you in trouble?

Exactly two days have passed, nothing of all that you feared has happened. No disturbing messages, no harassing calls, and especially no shadows to haunt you every time you turn a corner. You were right, Yoongyu was all smoke and mirrors, fortunately.

With a calmer mind you continue to prepare for the evening you'll spend with Jungkook, let your hair down on your shoulders, treating it with the best products for its care, you want it to be soft and shiny for him. As for the dress, well, you chose it carefully. You don't know where it will take you, so your choice fell on a high-waisted sugar paper-colored, knee-length, simple and very pretty little dress with matching white heeled shoes and very natural makeup. You nod at your own reflection, you are proud of your appearance that night and nothing will change your opinion.

You take your handbag with everything you need and add a light white stole to it, the weather has been crazy in the last period and from practically summer days it has turned to very cold nights.

As if in a sort of Déjà Vu the doorbell rings gently to let you know there is someone waiting for you, you let out a sigh and arrived at the door you look through the peephole just in case, your eyes follow the smile that immediately opens on your face, this time it is not Jimin your knight.

You open the door wide and a wonderful floral smell invades you, the beautiful bouquet of flowers blocks your view and does not allow you to properly look at the boy who in a short time has become important in your life, you can make out white carnations and red and purple tulips on a bed of primroses, you take the colorful bouquet in your arms and inhale its scent, finally catching sight of Jungkook's angelic face.

“Hello, baby,” he murmurs as he looks at you spellbound, you have to fight against the fire that threatens to pervade your face, and to do so you hide almost completely behind the flowers that in moments cover you entirely.

“Hello to you, Mr. Jeon,” you drink in every detail of his appearance, from the growing hair let loose on his forehead to the jeans that bandage his well-shaped and toned legs, not to mention his chest that barely manages to be contained by the buttons on his navy blue shirt or the thin gold necklace that highlights his perfect neck.

“Before I got here I wanted to take you to dinner, now I'm of the opinion that it would be much better to stay home,” you try to suppress a laugh at the sight of his eyes trying, in vain, not to scan you like an infrared camera.

“Am I not suitable for a date with Jeon Jungkook?”

He shakes his head sorrowfully, “You are so beautiful that I will have to restrain myself from jumping at the throat of anyone who dares to look at you and desire you.”

Those words astonish you in no small way, it's the first time you've heard him say something like that, and in fact he winces.

“I really wouldn't do that, of course! It's against the law to kill, j-just kidding,” he clarifies nervously, blinking slowly.

He said 'It's against the law to kill,' instead of the usual and more typical 'I wouldn't hurt even a fly.'

This is meant to imply that in case of need he would be no trouble, and this strangely doesn't scare you, far from it, it makes you feel protected. He is a vampire, not a human being, and you appreciate every trait of him, from the most human to the most animalistic, even though Jungkook has never shown any of these.

You've never even seen him drink a single drop of blood and he doesn't seem willing to touch the subject, Jimin on the contrary has been happy to explain to you how the issue of nourishment works for vampires, perhaps Jungkook still doesn't feel comfortable with you.

“Jungkook, it is not and will never be a problem for me to hear you say such things, I have said worse in the past,” and it is all true, many times you have hoped that an axe would fall on the head of the usual boy who flirted with you in high school, or that the stupid, lackluster girl in the books would for once twist her ankle on those stilts she dared to call ‘shoes,’ whenever she came to school to threaten you with making her copy your tests.

“Oh, I should think so,” he takes a step toward you, stroking the tip of your nose with a finger in an affectionate gesture, ‘You sure have the face of someone who will never let anyone step on her toes,’ he nods amused, and you give him credit, because that's just the way it is.

You ask him to wait for you there, looking for a vase to put the expensive-looking flowers in, and when you come back you encircle his neck closing your eyes, sticking out your lips in what is a mute request, the kiss is not long in coming and you again enjoy the typical coldness of his soft lips, but this does not detract from the emotional warmth you feel, he is a careful and thoughtful kisser, one of those you can hardly forget.

When he pulls away his eyes are still half-closed and adoring, this makes you quiver internally.

“Can we go now?”

You nod without letting him tell you twice, and arm in arm with him you walk to his car parked a few meters away from your house, during the short walk you notice that your body is warmed only by his clothes, not his skin, how different can he be from you? Curiosity eats at you like a woodworm, you would love to ask him more about his species, but any time seems unsuitable for such a topic.

He gently opens the door for you, waiting for you to get in, and then goes around to the driver's side, in the car you can still detect a whiff of the floral scent that greeted you earlier in the house.

“What's with the flowers?” you ask, he gives you a puzzled look before starting the engine.

“Don't you like them?” he asks in turn, but you quickly deny it.

“Actually a lot, but it's been a while since I've received any, nowadays such gestures are considered too common and people don't do them anymore,” you sigh, maybe you're too old-fashioned, but you've been pleasantly impressed by them.

“It's people who give them a trivial meaning, flowers don't deserve to be called “common stuff”!” he exclaims seriously indignant, you burst out laughing and his gaze becomes confused, ”Why are you laughing? I'm serious!”

“Sorry, sorry! It's just... I don't know, maybe you were born in an era where no one would ever question certain romantic gestures and now you're nervous, you're so cute” you keep laughing with your hands in your face, trying to hold back, but after a few moments he too joins in.

“You're making me feel so old, I like flowers regardless of where and when I was born,” he clarifies proudly, leaving again when the traffic light kicks off, the city lights are so bright it looks like daytime, the little stores are still open, but few people are seen around at that hour.

“If only you would tell me exactly how old you are...” you throw in briefly, Jungkook shoots you a piercing glance from the mirror, you shrug your shoulders.

“Hey, you're smart ... but a hundred days haven't gone by yet.”

“Antipathetic...” you mutter in a low voice, sticking out your lower lip, he laughs at you, shaking his head.

After that he stops the car not far from a restaurant, it looks very nice and elegant, not obnoxiously glitzy, but intimate. Just the place for a date.

Out of the car he takes your hand, leading you past the small road and then toward the entrance, your footsteps ticking along with his quieter, more regular ones, he seems a little excited and how can you blame him? You're so flustered you think you won't eat anything, then again, it's Jungkook and you can safely be yourself.

A waiter comes up to you smiling, your attention immediately falls on the two front teeth that are sharper than the others, you study the environment, noticing how the colors are as warm as they are dark. Also, people whisper to each other, not letting you know what they were saying to human ears.

“Two days ago I made a reservation for two,” Jungkook is saying to the boy, who nods, asking him under what name he registered the reservation, although he seems to know Jungkook, perhaps he is a regular client. Past that part you are escorted to your table, which overlooks the restaurant's inner garden.

Jungkook pays no attention to the people who take to observing both of you after you pass their tables; you do. Their attention seems to be all on you, and you wish you had read the name of the restaurant so you could do your dutiful research, because it seems anything but a place habitually frequented by humans.

Not that there's any problem for you, but you don't want to be disruptive to the vampires present, you humans have a particular kind of smell that only they smell, which they might like as much as exactly the opposite.

Jungkook gently pulls your chair aside and you thank him with a nod; small candles have been scattered throughout the room, making the atmosphere more intimate.

“Do you like it?” he asks, pointing to the place.

“It's very nice, do you come here often?” investigation mode activated.

“It's my friend's restaurant, Taehyung, I've been a regular client since it opened, about...” he suddenly freezes, raising an eyebrow, “I know what you want to do, I'm not going to tell you when it opened,” he mutters, picking up his menu.

You snort through your nose; if he had told you how many years the restaurant has been open, you might have guessed roughly his age.

His dark eyes scan all the dishes on the menu very slowly, you're sure he knows that menu by heart, he's just wasting his time not to confront you, shaking his head you also take your menu and just follow his same actions.

There are many meat dishes, and it says in a note that they give the option to choose the type of cooking the client likes, clearly a vampire would have chosen a juicy, rare cut of meat, but you are not a vampire, so you choose a Korean dish that involves well-cooked meat.

“How was work?” you ask, bringing his attention back to you.

“Real hell, I told you Jin is busy with the wedding, right? That made Yoongi go ballistic,” he says contritely.

“Why? Wedding preparations are important!”

Jungkook looks around for a moment, then leans toward you with one hand covering his mouth, “Jin's brain has been more watered down lately than usual, he takes orders from his girlfriend and doesn't complain about it, the wedding was meant for next year, but that viper insisted it happen earlier and that messed up our schedule, we have more work than before, and Yoongi, our section chief, has been having nervous breakdowns several times.”

You bring a hand to your mouth trying not to laugh; it's the first time you've heard someone talk like that about Kim Seokjin. It must be nice to work with people with friendly faces, you think back to your situation with that fool Valentine and Yoongyu, a weight settles on your stomach.

“I wish I had friends at work, too, but instead I'm stuck with a moron who does everyone's business and even gets them into trouble.”

“Why settle for friends when you can have a boyfriend at work?”

The waiter arrives to bring you a bottle of red wine and water, beginning to pour the scarlet liquid inside the crystal glass, staring at Jungkook with plenty of eyes.

“What... What do you mean?” you stammer taking a sip of wine, Jungkook looks amused.

“What I said, from the way you talked about it you don't sound very satisfied with your job and I could use an assistant for photocopying,” he gives you a brief wink before drinking in turn.

You watch spellbound as you watch the sensual movement of his neck following the swallowing of the dark, full-bodied liquid; perhaps because of the alcohol, or perhaps just from the presence of the man, your body tingles uncomfortably.

You settle back in your chair, pulling the skirt of your dress lower, trying to cover both of your heated thighs. You certainly won't need the stole that night.

“Don't be silly, in that case I'd be your boss, not the assistant who prepares the photocopies,” you taunt him a little, he taps a finger on the table, his expression not changing, he's still wearing that slapping face.

“Oh, but photocopying would be a valid excuse to do much more, the use of a small key is the trick” what is he getting at?

You haven't even gotten beyond kissing and already he's talking about what you might be up to in the office. In front of a lot of vampires who can hear you talking then, has he gone mad?

“What are you getting at, Mr. Jeon?”

The waiter arrives to bring your dishes, Jungkook has chosen a rare steak, of course, but that doesn't make him look away from you.

Jungkook waits for the young man to leave before responding.

“Everywhere. I want to get everywhere, with you,” then quietly takes knife and fork waving you to start eating, you have to impose mental barriers on yourself not to think of dirty things that might turn you on more than before. Jungkook's words were crystal clear, as was the meaning behind them.

“Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey lately? You look like its protagonist,” you casually ask, before you take a bite, the flesh though well-cooked melts like butter and you almost groan with pleasure.

You don't know this friend of his, but boy, would you thank him for opening that restaurant, everything is really good.

Jungkook meanwhile wrinkles his nose, “Please, I'm so much better than that Christian Grey!”

You mock him, “You think so, and yet, you look like something out of that book.”

One of his eyebrows snaps upward, “How can I prove otherwise?”

You pretend you didn't hear him, so you change the subject.

“This date is also a chance to get to know each other more, right? So I can ask you everything,” he snorts through his nose, bringing his back to better observe you.

“Okay, okay... everything except age,” he points out, but that wouldn't be a problem for you.

Did he play with the dirty jokes? Well, you have a repertoire of such questions.

“First kiss?” you throw there without flinching, unlike Jungkook who tightens his lips trying not to laugh exasperatedly, ‘Explaining situation, person and environment’ you join your hands under your chin, with a completely innocent smile.

“You are... You are absurd! You want to find out my age any way you can!”

You bite your lower lip, smug.

“I only asked you when and to whom you had your first kiss, it's not that difficult... or maybe such a question embarrasses you?”

He forcefully resumes his glass, draining the last drop of wine with narrowed eyes, “I'll answer, as long as you do the same.”

“You are such a child.”

He raises his eyebrows and you roll your eyes, nodding.

“I was still living with my parents, but I was old enough to experience certain ... urges, throw in a broom cupboard and a girl a little older than me and the dish is served,” you raise an eyebrow.

“You kissed her just like that, without knowing her?” you ask in amazement, Jungkook hadn't seemed like such an easy guy.

He shrugs, “She was nice, plus she was visiting with her father, she needed someone to show her around the house while our parents were talking in the office... I offered and we liked each other, that's all,” you narrow your eyes.

You immediately banish any form of jealousy from your mind, after all, you too had other experiences before you met him, you must be a mature person.

“Exact age?” he ignores your question, asking another question.

“You?”

You?

You sigh a little.

Well, what about you... you certainly weren't as precocious as he was. You're embarrassed to admit it, but you came rather late to enjoy certain intimate aspects of a relationship.

“Nineteen years old, first boyfriend, the place was his house, more specifically the couch, his parents weren't home and we decided to experiment a little,” something in your words makes him laugh incredulously.

“Did you have to specify?” you sense annoyance in his tone and this makes you mentally lick your whiskers like a cat satisfied with dinner. “You specified that it was the broom cupboard!”

“And you that it was your boyfriend!”

He's not really angry, just annoyed, and you're loving this

“Shall we go ahead, first time?”

“Oh, dear...” he pinches his nose with two fingers as his broad chest vibrates under his giggles, ”It's our date, do you really want to hear me talk about former sex partners? Be serious, you just want to make me pay for it,” he says with conviction.

“Really... and what would be the reason?”

You move again, crossing your legs conspicuously, let the fabric of your dress flow a little over your smooth skin, and pretend to adjust it, making sure he notices.

In response he leans toward you again, completely amused by your actions, “You're tired of kisses and little caresses, you'd like our acquaintance to move to a more physical plane, and you're irritated by all this slowness.”

“And if that were really the case, what would you do then?” you blow provocatively.

He remains silent for a few moments before giving a polite nod to the waiter who was about to bring another bottle. You watch confused at his actions.

He murmurs something in his ear, and the young man nods, taking the wine with him. “What did you say to him?”

He puts on a completely innocent expression, “I just asked for the bill.”

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 5 months ago

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Hey, loves! ♥️

If all goes well, I'll post the fourth chapter of Vampire's Kiss soon! 🥹

#Jungkook x Reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts smut #vampire jungkook #bts x reader #wip #update

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New update! 😍♥️

Can You See Me || Chapter VI ʚɞ

↬ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ

𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝. 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜?

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲!𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕

↬ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ

➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔

↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝, 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝙰𝚄, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗!𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝

↬ ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ

4.1𝘬

↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚟𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚊, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

↬ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 🌸 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚢𝚜𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜' 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚜 🌸🌸

↬ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ - 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

ᴍɪɴ ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ʟᴇᴇ ɪꜱᴇᴜʟ ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏꜱᴇᴏᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

↬ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪɪ

flashback October 26, 2017

The cold in that tiny room was killing me. I could feel the rough fabric of the worn-out mattress that kept rubbing against my bare back. A chill made me shiver from head to toe, and I opened my eyes wide to point them at the mold-filled ceiling. The room was dark and I could see something only through the reflection of the neon lights posted outside the room. A sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway and my lips began to tremble. I only relaxed when I heard that they had passed the room, not paying attention to who was inside. I ran a hand over my face and realized that my hair was stuck to my forehead because of how sweaty I was. How was it possible if I felt so cold?

“Kook?” A hoarse voice rang near my ear and I recoiled in fright. I stared at the thin, pale figure at the foot of my bed. His thin brown eyes were looking at me with sincere concern. He was on his knees and his strained appearance made him even more waxy. He frowned. “Is everything okay? Are you feeling all right?”

“Yoongi-hyung…” I barely whispered as I felt my eyelids getting heavy again.

“You don’t look good.”

“I’m cold.”

His eyes grew wide. He stood up, exhausted from the wound in his leg that was still bleeding. He dragged himself to his bed and grabbed his blanket. He walked back to me and carefully arranged it around my body, making sure to close it tightly around the front. He sat on the edge of my bed and reached out a hand to feel my forehead.

“You’re warm. You probably have a little fever.”

“Hyung, where are we? Why did they bring us here?” I lowered my gaze to his wound. “And why did they hurt you?” I lifted it up to look at his swollen face. They had beaten him. I felt anger growing in my chest again. I had never been the impetuous type, but seeing him in that condition had made my blood rise to my brain. I had tried to pounce on one of them but had gained only a punch in the stomach.

Yoongi was silent for a few seconds. He was thinking. “I don’t know, but we have to find a way to get out of here.”

“How many days have you been here?” I asked him. I had only arrived that morning.

“More than a week.”

I observed his tired and drawn face. He looked as if he might faint at any moment. What had they done to him? What were they doing to him? He had told me that many times they came to take him somewhere. He didn't want to tell me where and clearly avoided the fact that they were hurting him. He had returned to our room more dead than alive. They had thrown him in as if he were a sack of potatoes. I stayed beside him on the floor, feeding him the food they had brought us until he regained the strength to stand up. I had eaten too, and we had gone to bed. I hadn't asked him anything since he seemed too exhausted to tell me anything. But now he appeared more clear-headed than before.

A chilling scream rang out from nowhere, hitting the walls of the hallway and dispersing into the various rooms. We heard it from ours as well. I immediately aimed my gaze at the iron door, which had a small peephole at the top closed by some bars. From there we could see and hear everything that was happening outside. I turned my head toward Yoongi and saw that he was trying with all his might to maintain a cool expression. But the tears and trembling in his eyes made it clear how shaken he was.

I blanched when the scream was repeated. This time we heard it more clearly, perhaps because someone had opened the door where that atrocity was taking place. My hands began to shake as I associated that voice with a face I knew.

"H-Hyung," I stammered terrified. "Hyung, it sounded... it sounded like Jimin's voice... like..." I stood up but was held back by Yoongi. I looked at his face again and saw his conscious expression. He knew. "Is it Jimin?" I asked, letting myself fall back on the bed again. "Is he here too?"

Yoongi nodded and lowered his head. A blond lock fell across his face, covering his brown eyes. He ran a hand over his face and sighed theatrically, wrapping his white fingers around his hair.

Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine and an unpleasant sensation hit my stomach. I stood up abruptly, staggering to get to the dirty hole that must have been the bathroom.

“Jungkook?” called Yoongi to me from the other room in a worried tone as I bent over the toilet. I heard him come running into the bathroom despite his injured leg, which caused him to hit the wall. The sound of my gagging filled the room. I emptied my stomach and spit out a green stuff that made me gasp. I felt Yoongi shake my shoulders and tell me something I could not understand.

I don’t know why either. Suddenly I had the impulse to push him away roughly, leaving him speechless. I turned my head and looked at the wall in front of me. I felt strange. I could no longer tell if I was sad, angry, scared. I could no longer feel my body. I couldn’t feel anything. As if I was paralyzed both physically and mentally. I couldn’t even cry anymore.

Yoongi laid a hand on my shoulder and waited in silence until I came back to myself. My emotions unblocked and I returned to breathing again, as if I had been in apnea until that moment. I had never experienced such a feeling, and that thought made my arm muscles contract involuntarily. Yoongi leaned over to see the green substance accumulated in the toilet. He said nothing, flushed the toilet and helped me up to wash my face. Then he carried me back to the bed. He walked over to the trays with the remains of our dinner.

"Kook, what did you eat?"

I looked up, showing him my pale face marked by deep dark circles. "What they brought me. The soup and the two slices of bread. I also drank the water."

Yoongi ran a finger over the plate where some of the soup was left and licked it carefully. Immediately afterwards I saw him spit on the floor what he had just put in his mouth. He also took a painstaking look at the bottom of the glass that was filled with water a few hours earlier.

"Don't eat or drink anything they give you anymore," he ordered, continuing to stare at the glass.

“W-What? Why?”

“They are poisoning you.” His eyes returned to mine. I couldn’t help but cough in surprise. “Or they’re giving you some drugs. I couldn’t tell. Anyway, from now on eat my food.”

“And what will you eat?” I asked him shocked.

He gave me a bitter smile. “Don’t worry about me.”

The door swung open with a sharp bang, and a tall, menacing figure crossed the threshold. The darkness concealed his face, but once he stepped forward, the light from the bathroom illuminated his dark hair and the rest of his face. The first thing I noticed were his hostile eyes, with Western features and such a bright blue that they could have lit up the room on their own. I saw Yoongi take an imperceptible step back and place the glass on the table. Then he clenched his fist. The man turned to look at me with his hands on his hips. His eyes scrutinized me to the core. He observed me as if I were a lab animal. He nodded to the two men dressed in black behind him.

“Take the little boy.” His deep, cutting voice left me stunned. The two henchmen walked toward me, but before they could grab me by the arms, Yoongi shoved them forcefully causing them both to step back. My Hyung positioned himself in front of me with his arms wide open. I held my breath.

“You’ll have to pass over my dead body, you pieces of shit,” he spat angrily. He shifted his gaze to the blue-eyed man. I had never seen Yoongi so threatening. “Twist a single hair on his head, and I swear to God, hell won’t seem so far away.”

A chilling laugh hit my ears. The man’s shoulders were shaken by gasps of amusement. “Oh, Suga. Haven’t you realized that you’re alredy in hell?”

“I have a fucking name. And it’s Yoongi. Stop calling me that, you asshole Dongsun. And are you even Korean? I bet not, given your shitty face."

I swallowed audibly as I tried to get out of bed to pull Yoongi back. I didn’t like the man’s threatening smirk. I wanted Hyung to stop provoking him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you regret every fucking word you dared to spit at me,” he said, arrogantly pushing past the two men in front of him. He threw them aside and lunged at Yoongi, grabbing him by the collar. He punched him so hard that Yoongi fell to the ground.

"Hyung!" I screamed, trying to reach him, but the two henchmen held me back. Normally, I had considerable strength, but my feverish state prevented me from doing anything but struggling unsuccessfully in their grip. They forced me to my knees and pinned my hands behind my back.

"You're the only one causing problems," Dongsun hissed, kicking him in the stomach. Yoongi rolled over, stifling a cry of pain. He bit his lower lip until it almost bled. He squeezed his eyes shut when that bastard kicked him again in the same spot. This time, Yoongi couldn't hold back a sob. "From the start, you've been rebelling and refusing to enter that damned room. But rest assured, I'll fix your attitude. We'll see who wins between us." My heart skipped a beat when he stomped on Yoongi's injured leg, inflicting unbearable cruelty. "You messed with the wrong man, Suga."

I shivered when I heard Yoongi's agonized scream. I wanted to cover my ears, but my hands tied behind my back prevented it. I looked at my Hyung with tears in my eyes, his face contorted with pain. Dongsun smiled as he twisted his shoe on Yoongi's increasingly bloody leg. This man was the devil incarnate. I couldn't believe such a cruel, heartless being existed, capable of deriving pleasure from others' pain. Yoongi grabbed Dongsun's leg, still pressing on his wound, trying to remove it in vain.

"Stop, please!" I shouted, unable to stay silent any longer. "Leave him alone, I beg you," I continued, sobbing. I couldn't bear to see my Hyung suffer anymore. It was tearing me apart. I wished I could take his place, shouldering all the pain he was experiencing. Dongsun looked up at me and pointed.

“Grab that kid and get him out of here.” He crouched to get closer to Yoongi's distraught, lifeless face, his foot still pressing on the wound. He grabbed his blond hair and yanked him forward to bring his face closer. Yoongi gasped for breath. "This time, you've really pissed me off. I'll be more than happy to take my anger out on your beloved Jungkook. He'll be lucky if I don't cut off his balls. This is all your fault, Suga. You have only yourself to blame."

He removed his foot from Yoongi's leg and threw his head back, releasing his hair. Yoongi began to breathe again. He grabbed his wounded leg with both hands and curled up, his shoulders shaking with sobs. The two men behind me forced me to my feet and dragged me across the floor since I was too weak to stand. We passed by Yoongi, and I met his pained, guilty gaze as a tear rolled down his ruined face. I tried to give him a reassuring smile to keep him from worrying, but managed only a grimace.

Dongsun turned to leave with me in tow, but suddenly stopped. The two men halted, and so did I. We all looked down at Yoongi. He was lying face down, and with the last of his strength, had grabbed one of Dongsun's ankles. The latter raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the utterly senseless act.

"Please…" Yoongi slurred, making the cruel man smile. "Please, leave him alone…"

"Suga, are you begging me?" he asked with a mock surprised tone. "This is a first. Since I first saw you, I've only heard you curse. Have you finally given up?"

Yoongi ignored his words. He looked at me. "He's not well; he wouldn't last a day in there." Then he looked up at Dongsun again. His heavy eyelids threatened to close his eyes. "Take me instead."

The man's eyes widened, and mine did too. Unlike me, he burst into loud laughter. "You think you're in better shape? You can't even keep your eyes open."

"I don't give a fuck. Take me to that fucking room or wherever the hell you want. Do whatever the fuck you want, but leave Jungkook fucking alone!" he raged, clenching his free hand into a fist.

Dongsun laughed again. "Damn, that foul mouth of yours is always ready, huh?" Then he stood up, shaking Yoongi's hand off his ankle. "Take him," he ordered the two men, who dropped me to the ground. They lifted Yoongi by the arms and dragged him roughly out of the room.

"No…" I murmured, crawling on the damp floor. They shut the door in my face. "No… No, Hyung. HYUNG!" I grabbed the iron bars and pulled myself up. My knees were trembling. I peeked through the opening and saw Dongsun stopping to talk to a man in his thirties. He seemed to be an officer like him.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I recognized Seokjin-hyung behind them. They had taken him too. Two other men were holding him by the arms.

"Is this the last one?" Dongsun asked the officer. He nodded. Seokjin had his eyes fixed on Yoongi. His expression was unreadable.

"With this one, we're done. How about the kid?"

"I've changed my plans," Dongsun replied, turning to look at Yoongi. "The wild beast has decided to be tamed. I couldn't pass up this opportunity."

"I see. In that case, I'll take care of Jungkook."

Yoongi's head shot up. Dongsun spoke before he could say anything. "Give him a few days, Seojoon. I don't think he's well physically. Give him time to recover, or you'll end up with a corpse in a day." The man nodded, and Dongsun walked away with Yoongi. Seokjin leaned towards him, and they managed to exchange a few words before being dragged away. I read their lips.

"You have to hold on. Promise me, Yoongi," Seokjin whispered.

"I promise," Yoongi replied. "I won't stoop to their level."

They were separated, and my view was blocked by Seojoon's face as he positioned himself in front of the bars. I looked at him. His expression was so serious that it scared me more than Dongsun's. He made sure Dongsun was gone and handed me something through the bars. I grabbed it hesitantly with trembling hands.

It was a photo. It depicted a beautiful girl with black and purple hair, with two bright blue eyes. I shivered thinking they were identical to Dongsun's. In some way, she reminded me of him. She was sitting on a white garden swing, surrounded by greenery. She had joined her thumbs and index fingers to form a heart and wore a white blouse with three-quarter sleeves along with a lilac skirt that reached her feet. Her smile was dazzling, and her eyes radiated boundless love for life. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

I looked up, confused. “Who is she?” I asked, although I already had an idea.

"Someone you'll have to keep constantly in your thoughts from now on," he whispered in a way that made me shudder. I was right. This guy was even more psychotic than Dongsun. He gave me a smile that chilled my blood. We were so close that I could feel his breath tickling my face.

"You and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Jeon Jungkook."

July 22, 2018

“No… No, Hyung. HYUNG!”

Jungkook’s voice echoed in my ears. I woke up with a start and straightened my back. My breath was so rapid that I thought I was suffocating in my sleep. I lowered my head and rubbed my face with both hands. I could feel my heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of my chest. I massaged my sternum, trying to calm those uncontrollable beats.

Another nightmare. Jungkook again.

And again the sensation of not being able to breathe. It had returned after I had spent two days without nightmares and suicidal impulses. I swallowed and let myself fall back, sinking my back into the mattress and my head into the pillow. I spread my arms and closed my eyes.

“Seokjin,” I called. I knew he was always listening. He monitored me twenty-four hours a day. Indeed, after a moment, his voice came through the speakers in the room.

“What’s wrong, Yoongi? Another nightmare?”

“Let me see Jungkook,” I ordered. I must have surprised him, as he didn’t respond. “Lost your tongue?”

“Why do you want to see him?”

“Something made me think of him again,” I admitted, leaving out the fact that I had dreamed about what happened about nine months ago. “I want to see him.”

I heard him sigh. “Alright, just a moment.”

“I’m not moving from here,” I replied sarcastically.

I turned onto my side and let an arm hang over the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes and suddenly remembered the sensation I had felt when those small, soft hands had held me tight and safe. I had felt so good, at peace with the world. As if every problem had vanished into thin air. As if I had never suffered, hated or feared. I laughed at the thought that it had all been a lie. A fleeting, temporary comfort. Still a comfort, but coming from the person I hated more than myself. Why was fate mocking me? Hadn’t I suffered enough?

The lock clicked and the door opened, revealing Seokjin’s tall figure. This time he wasn’t wearing his lab coat. He wore a white sweatshirt with black stripes on the sleeves and black pants with white tennis shoes. This look gave him a younger appearance. It felt like I was back in school.

He didn’t say anything. He just gestured for me to follow him out of the room. I got up from the bed, but as soon as I crossed the threshold, a sense of unease overwhelmed me. I had been confined in that room for over a month. I hadn’t seen anyone except Seokjin… and Hoseok, when he helped me back into bed the other day. I hadn’t said anything to him, and he hadn’t said anything to me. But seeing him had been strange. Strange like the feeling I was experiencing at that moment. Unease. I felt uneasy.

“Yoongi?” Seokjin called. I looked up. “You just need to get used to it again. It’s normal. You’ve been locked in there for a whole month.”

“Because you didn’t want to let me out,” I emphasized.

“No, because you didn’t want to go out. You didn’t want to see anyone, so I thought it best not to push too hard. These things need time to be resolved.”

“There’s nothing to resolve,” I cut in. “It is what it is, get used to it.” Seokjin seemed not to share my pessimism, but for that evening he decided to let it go. And I was grateful for that.

I was surprised when he turned toward the room across from mine. Had I always been so close to him? He opened the door, which of course wasn’t locked, and stepped aside to let me in. I approached hesitantly, and my heart skipped a beat when I began to hear a slow, steady beep coming from inside the room. I stopped in the doorway, and my eyes began to sting when I saw Jungkook’s imposing figure lying in the bed, motionless. He had a respirator attached to his mouth and numerous tubes inserted into both arms. I didn’t dare take another step, but I felt a hand weakly squeeze my shoulder. Seokjin.

“Any improvement?” I asked in a broken voice. I couldn’t hold it back.

“None,” Seokjin admitted. “But we found an unknown substance in his blood.”

I turned abruptly, fixing my eyes on him. I frowned. “What kind of substance?” I asked, noticeably interested.

“We don’t know how to classify it yet. We’re doing various tests, but our research is getting us nowhere.”

I sighed impatiently. I moved closer and sat down in the chair beside the bed. I took the younger’s hand and looked at his face. He was so pale. I buried my face in his cold fingers. “It’s all my fault,” I whispered.

“Yoongi…”

“It’s my fault he’s in this state,” I continued. “It’s my fault he might never wake up again.”

Seokjin seemed to become irritated. He sat in the chair next to mine and placed a hand on my leg. “No one said he won’t wake up. And stop blaming yourself for everything. It’s not your fault, Yoongi. I’ve told you before. You’re just taking responsibility for a crime that doesn’t concern you directly. It wasn’t you who ran over Jungkook.”

I raised my eyes again. I could feel them burning with anger. “But it’s like I did. What do you know about it? You weren’t even there when Jungkook was run over! I saw it all with my own eyes!” I roughly pushed his hand away from my thigh. “You don’t know shit about what happened.”

“Then tell me about it, Yoongi! Why do you keep pushing me away? Why do you keep pushing everyone away? You need to trust me, you need to open up to me. Tell me what they did to you, tell me what they said. Confide in me. We can get rid of the resentment together.” My furious gaze returned to Jungkook, but this didn’t stop Seokjin from continuing his rant. “Every time I try to get close to you, you shut me out. As soon as I try to understand what’s in your heart, you push me away. How can I help you if you don’t let me?”

“I never asked for your fucking help. I never asked for anyone’s help.”

“But you need it! I bet you would open up to Jungkook if he were awake. It’s the first time you’ve shown a desire to go out and meet someone. It’s not that hard. You just need to want it.”

“Get out of here, Seokjin. I don’t want to hear your bullshit anymore.” I turned my head the other way and heard him sigh heavily. He slapped his thighs with force, probably in resignation.

“Fine, as you wish. But I’ll be here in front of the door. In half an hour, you need to return to your room. I can’t leave you alone. I thought you were making some progress, but it seems you’re still a danger to yourself and others.” He got up from the chair and turned to head toward the door until I heard him murmur, “I just hope I don’t regret the choice I made. "I accepted someone's help, but I’m aware it might only make things worse.” He hesitated before adding, “I know it could destroy you completely.”

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 5 months ago

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Hi, guys 🥹❤️

Updates on the new story I am writing!

→ Words currently written: 11.7k

The banner has already been made, but you will really see it when I publish it 🥰 It's a request that was sent to me a while ago, I will tag whoever requested it when I publish the story, I hope I do a good job 🥹

Anyway… do you have in mind who the male protagonist might be? 👀

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alessiamalfoyzabini · 6 months ago

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The new CYSM update has arrived 🫠🫠🫠

Can You See Me || Chapter V ʚɞ

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𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲!𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕

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4.2𝘬

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𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

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𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛s 🌸 H𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚢𝚜𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎!

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July 20, 2018

I was lying on my bed. The sun’s rays were filtering through the lowered blinds, illuminating my face in layers. I brought a hand in front of my face, shielding myself from the light that was chipping away at my darkness. Yes, because I was darkness. A collection of negative thoughts that all converged in one place: the desire to disappear.

But at the same time, I was afraid of me, of what I might do or think. One second I was lucid, the next I was holding a lighter and a can of gasoline. That was why I had been locked up in this fucking place. As much as I resented Seokjin’s mannerisms, I had to admit that he was right. As much as I felt like a caged animal, I knew full well that beasts had to be put in isolation to prevent them from harming other people.

And I was one of them. A beast. The name fit me like a glove.

After spending more than a month in that room, at the mercy of Seokjin’s mindless cameras, medication and therapy, I had realized that there was nowhere else I wanted to go. I had gotten used to that lonely, monotonous life. I was fine with it. At least until I started going abstinence and seriously freaked out. The desire to cancel myself was hidden in some corner of my mind. It pretended to leave me alone, but it was always lurking. And it would come out when I least expected it.

When it did, I was in serious danger of going mad. Seokjin naturally wouldn’t let me see even the shadow of a lighter, even though I told him I urgently needed to smoke a few cigarettes. Each time I walked around the room in circles, looking for some damn way to end my woes. I tried to force the door open, to unhinge the bars at the windows to throw myself downstairs, but nothing. Eventually they had to sedate me to get me through the crisis.

But even in my dreams I could get no respite. The terrifying images of what I had been through haunted me to the point that I kept waking up at night because of nightmares. Sweating and shivering, I slumped on the cold floor to find some peace. And I cried. I cried until my lungs ached. I had cried so much that by then I had no tears left to shed.

My mind was broken, and my body would soon follow.

I ran my hand through my black hair, sighing. Dyeing them had been one of Seokjin’s many gimmicks. He said I had to leave it all behind. Start from scratch and create a new identity, a new self that would replace the blond, wounded, scarred one. I had not fought back. After all, I was no longer an angel descended to earth. Black suited the color of my soul.

He said he even had some of the boys dye their hair. Yeah, the boys. How long had it been since I had seen them? I wasn't allowed to go outside, unlike them who could walk around the clinic and hang out in the yard. I always had to be kept under observation, in isolation, since Seokjin still didn't trust me. Neither to let me go outside nor to let me meet the boys. He said that seeing them might trigger more painful memories and make my seizures worse, as had happened with that girl. But maybe, in reality, it was me who simply wanted to be alone. I didn't want to see anyone.

However, when Seokjin came to see me for therapy, all I did was ask him about Jungkook. He was the only one I was interested in.

Suddenly, in the perpetual silence of that room, resounded the noise of something being turned in the keyhole. I lifted my eyes to the sky and closed them after resting my arm on my sweaty forehead. I drummed my index and ring fingers against the skin in a rhythmic motion. Seokjin was definitely early. Therapy usually began three hours after sunrise. It was barely half past six in the morning.

The door swung open after a few moments and was closed again soon after. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the figure was too small to belong to Seokjin. Without thinking, I lifted my back off the mattress by propping my weight on my elbows. The light coming in through the slightly lowered shutters illuminated the petite body of the little girl who had just crossed the threshold. She was looking around. She looked bewildered. I narrowed my eyes and gave my legs a push to lift myself off the mattress, which made a faint creaking sound. The girl immediately pointed her eyes at me, and that’s when my heart froze in my chest.

Those blue pools dug into me as if they were drilling into my brain. Without realizing it, the features of my face had already stiffened. I clenched my teeth and contracted my jaw. I forced myself to take a step back and fall back onto the bed, but my eyes would not look away from what was bringing back all too painful memories. I began to gasp for breath.

“Sorry to bother you,” she pronounced in a very low voice. “I’m sorry for barging in here out of the blue. You must be wondering who the hell I am. But I really need to ask you a few things. I am Lee…”

“Seokjin!” I shouted, making her jump. I stood up with trembling legs and fingers clutching my hair. “Seokjin, have you gone mad?!” I shouted again, knowing he could hear me with all those microphones plastered around the room. I looked up and saw the little girl’s wide eyes. Frightened, she held her hands clenched in front of her chest. That look gave me yet another electric shock in my head. It hurt.

I staggered and fell to the floor, hitting the bed with my back. I couldn’t stand. The anger and pain were so strong that I wanted to get up and wipe the source of that excruciating pain from the face of the earth. But then her barely audible voice spoke again, and this time I felt it dangerously close.

“A-Are you all right? Can you hear me? Do you need help?”

I lifted my face and found her a few inches from my face, her arm outstretched toward my shoulders. I opened my eyes wide and my mind overlapped an older face on the younger one in front of me. A much older one, but that had those same deep blue eyes. My brain also transmuted her words. The small, low voice turned into the deep, mature voice of a man, the same one that haunted me every night in my nightmares.

"Suga? Did you hear what I said? Look into my eyes when I talk to you!" The memory of my desperate screams and uncontrolled crying brought me back to reality. I felt the girl's hands on me, her wide, clouded eyes were still staring at me. I jerked away, crawling backward and hitting the bed with my back again.

I pulled her hand off me. "Don't touch me!" I growled, knocking her backward. With difficulty, I managed to stand up and stumbled to the door. That room no longer represented my safe place. I wanted to get out and run away. I felt like I was trapped in a lion's den. She had turned into the predator and I had become her prey.

I fumbled with the lock on the door. Who the hell had locked it again? I slammed my fist on the doorframe as my shoulders continued to shake in agitation and anger. "Seokjin, you damn bastard. What the hell were you thinking letting her in here?!" I yelled, throwing another fist against the door. "If this is another one of your stunts, rest assured I'm going to kick your ass! Do you hear me!"

"He didn't let me in..." The voice behind me sounded even lower and more intimidated. "It was RM."

I froze suddenly, baring my eyes. Then I closed them again, letting out a deep sigh. I should have guessed it. Seokjin had told me that Namjoon was still having trouble with his fucking alter ego. RM had always been a pain in the ass, but this time he had really crossed the line. I closed my hand into a fist after my fingernails swipe against the wooden surface.

“Don’t look at me,” I told her with my forehead pressed against the door. My voice was rougher than normal.

“What?”

“I said don’t look at me. Turn around.” My heart was about to burst out of my rib cage. Those were the same words I told her about a month ago, the only difference was that now they had become a denial. She didn’t have to look at me, or it would end up worse than last time. This time I wouldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to hurt her.

As much as I wanted to turn around and jump at her neck again, I didn’t want to turn into a merciless killer.

I didn’t want to hurt anyone again.

I didn’t want to be a beast anymore.

“I still can’t see you,” I heard her whisper. “I’m blind.”

“Turn around anyway!” I ranted. It was enough for me to know I didn’t have her gaze on me. Maybe this way I would hold out until someone came to open the damn door. I just wanted to get out of there and be alone, to give my thoughts time to calm down and let the tension slip from my body. Unfortunately, I felt another one of my breakdowns approaching.

There was nothing I could do to stop it. Negative thoughts began to cloud my mind, pushing me further and further toward the bottom of the ravine. I felt lost. I no longer knew what was right or wrong. I no longer knew how to act, what to do to get away from that misery. If my life had been reduced to ashes, then I wanted to do the same. That was my desire.

I heard the crackling of the fire, the sound of the blazing fire. I saw a house on fire and the walls collapsing in front of my eyes. The walls that had once welcomed me and my family. I stretched my hand forward, feeling the heat of the flames. My mother was in there, alone. I wanted to reach her, to beg her not to leave me. I wanted to tell her that I would follow her too, wherever the fire was taking her.

I let myself fall to the ground. By now my mind was scattered in the limbo of memories. “Mom…” I sobbed, my face streaked with tears. “Mom, don’t go away. Don’t leave me alone.” It was my fault. She had left because of me. I wanted to follow her and be with her forever, with the only person who could understand me.

“It’s okay,” whispered a voice behind me. I stopped crying and felt arms wrap around me. Their warmth warmed my chest. Mom? Had I managed to reach her? “You’ll see, everything will be all right.” Those words filled the hole in my heart. I dropped my head back and rested it against her shoulder, clutching my tear-filled eyes. “No one will leave you alone.” I sighed and her embrace intensified, her head sinking into my neck, giving me more warmth. “You’re not alone anymore.” One of her hands went up to gently stroke my hair. “I’m here with you.”

How long has it been since I felt so reassured? So at peace? How long has it been since I felt so… loved?

I lifted my arm and squeezed between my own the hand that was wrapping around my chest. I closed my eyes and cuddled against her body. Now I felt like I could breathe again. Everything was really okay now.

One last lonely tear streaked my face. “Mother, take me with you.”

I ran down the hallway miraculously avoiding Nurse Choi who was making her rounds. The white coat fluttered behind me as I rounded yet another corner. Behind me I could hear the hurried footsteps of the other two boys who had not hesitated to follow me when they caught a glimpse of the scene on the hall-registration monitor.

Arriving at the fourth-floor hallway, I threw myself against the door of the room 238 and pulled the key out of my pocket, quickly slipping it into the lock. I turned it a few times and threw the door wide open, expecting to find the worst. But I was forced to stop.

With my hand still pressed on the knob, I froze in place. I blinked and unclenched my lips, shocked. Hoseok’s worried voice hit my ears from behind the half-open door.

“I knew it! He took her out, didn’t he?”

“Seokjin, tell me she’s okay,” whispered Namjoon. I turned to look at him and saw his bright, guilty eyes. His hands in his hair. “Please, tell me she’s fucking alive!”

I turned back to the scene at my feet, not knowing how to respond.

Yoongi was on the ground, his legs stretched out on the floor and his head buried in the girl’s chest behind him. His hand gripped the brunette’s slender wrist tightly. He had clung to it as if it were his lifeline. Iseul held her face against his neck, a few tears were streaking her cheeks, and her blue eyes shone from those crystalline drops. Her hand gently stroked Yoongi’s black hair, which seemed to have fallen asleep.

I had never seen his face so relaxed. All traces of anger or fear had disappeared. He looked like a child snuggled in his mother’s embrace. Now nothing could hurt him; he had found his safe haven.

“Seokjin, damn it!” shouted Namjoon. “Say something! I’m nervous to death!”

I gasped before answering him. “She’s fine, don’t worry. It’s all right.” I saw his eyes fill with hope as he let out a sigh of relief. He took a step back and bent his back to rest his hands on his knees. He was out of breath. He looked like he had run a marathon. But Hoseok and I were no different either.

I entered the room and headed for Yoongi’s bed. I grabbed the pillow and removed his pillowcase, rolled it up, and then headed back to the two sitting on the floor. I knelt down and gently placed the cloth over the eyes of the brunette, who gasped at the sudden contact.

“It’s okay, Iseul. I’m Dr Kim Seokjin, remember?”

She nodded and frowned, visibly confused. “Doctor? What are you doing here? And why are you bandaging me?” Given her condition, I could see that it might seem strange, if not downright rude, to her.

“It’s just a precaution, don’t worry. Now come with me.” I helped her to her feet as Hoseok entered the room and attended to Yoongi. The dark aired opened his eyes, still confused but relatively calm. He let the younger man help him and lay down on the bed. Hoseok joined us and closed the door behind us as the lying boy cast one last sleepy glance at the girl in my hands. Then he fell asleep.

Once in the hallway, Namjoon cautiously approached. He found the courage to address her only because I had thoughtfully covered her eyes. I don’t think he would have been able to do that if he had to look at her face. RM could have come back.

“Miss, are you all right? I really don’t know how to apologize. If something had happened to you I…”

“RM?” the girl asked, catching him off guard.

“I’m not RM,” replied the taller man, dejectedly. “I’m Namjoon, I…”

“Shut up! You’re confusing her even more!” intervened Hoseok, patting him on the head. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and turned to look at me. “Take care of it. She deserves an explanation.”

I nodded and left the two boys behind. When I turned around, Namjoon was still looking in our direction. His dark skin had lightened from how pale he had become. He had seriously thought that his alter ego had screwed up, but fortunately everything had turned out fine. To my surprise.

I guided her toward my office, and once she was seated, I removed her improvised blindfold. The brunette blinked a few times to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. I sat in the chair behind the wooden desk with my hands clasped on the table.

“It’s been a while, Iseul. How have you been?” I asked her, running my brown eyes over her pale face. Her eyes were still shiny.

“I’m confuse, Dr Kim. Can you please explain to me where the heck I am and what happened? RM told me he would let me talk to one of the missing boys, but…”

“Call me by name, Iseul. I already told you. And you are in a psychiatric clinic. The room you entered hosts one of our patients.” I saw her eyes widen in surprise. I stood in silence to give her time to digest the news, then asked, “Why did you come here? Following RM was a very irresponsible choice. You didn’t even know him.”

“I wanted to know the truth,” she whispered, lowering her gaze. I remained silent to allow her to continue. She began to torture her hands. “My father is dead and I want to know what happened to him. I have the right to know. When I met RM, I saw an opportunity and took it. I didn’t worry about the consequences. Let me talk to him. Please, Seokjin-ssi.”

“There’s no need. I’m one of those missing boys. I can give you the answers you’re looking for.” I saw her widen her eyes and lean her back forward to approach the table. She had stopped breathing. I stood up and she followed me with her gaze thanks to the sound of my footsteps on the floor. I going around the table, stopped beside her, and knelt to lower myself to her level. She was shaking. “In October 2017, we were taken from our homes and handed over to… very bad people.” I tried to use appropriate terms to not traumatizing her. “We went through some bad times, Iseul. And some of us have been scarred. I, being a psychologist, managed to come out almost unscathed, but the others were not so lucky.”

“Is that why they were hospitalized here?” she asked. In her tone I could hear the sadness she had assimilated from my words.

I nodded. “I am trying to treat them, but, as you may have guessed, it is not an easy task. Each of them suffers from a different disorder because of the different painful experiences they have gone through.”

“What about my father?” she whispered. “Did that happen to my father, too?”

I gave a bitter smile that she couldn’t see. “Yes. In a way.” The brunette sighed aloud, pointing her glazed eyes toward the ceiling. I saw her blue irises begin to fill with tears.

“You’re not telling me the whole truth, are you? You’re leaving things out.”

I looked at her with guilty eyes. “I don’t want to tell you everything now. It would be too difficult for you.”

“Then you won’t even tell me how he died? Who killed him?”

I shook my head. “All in good time, Iseul. Trust me. I know well how to deal with this kind of situation. You have to proceed in small steps or you will be left with a deep scar.” I paused. “I am doing this for your own good.”

She nodded, much to my relief. She was a wise little girl. “May I ask what the boys’ name are and what kind of disorders they have? RM…”

“It’s me, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook.”

“What about RM?" she asked confused.

I gave another bitter smile. “Namjoon has a personality disorder.” I saw her blink. “RM is a representation of his pain, his strong side that has prevailed over his weak side. Namjoon refuses to face and accept what he has gone through, so he created someone who could do it for him. It is a defense mechanism. He’s just protecting himself, but you have to be careful,” I warned her. “RM looks harmless but is actually very dangerous, as you have witnessed yourself. Compared to Namjoon, he is much more arrogant and his actions are really unpredictable. You never know what may go through his mind.”

“Is that why Namjoon kept apologizing to me earlier?”

I nodded again and a small smile stretched my lips. “Namjoon was terrified that he had put you in danger. He would never have forgiven himself.”

“What about the others?”

I was surprised by her curiosity. What could she obtain from such information? Actually, as a matter of privacy, I couldn’t have told her anything, but I owed to her after what she had gone through because of one of us. She had the right to find an answer to her questions. And I was there specifically for that.

“Hoseok has Münchhausen syndrome. He pretends to be sick to get attention, and for that very reason he does nothing but take medicines that are not necessary. Jimin is depressed and has occasional seizures, but he continues to lie about his condition. He says he’s fine, when in fact he’s not. Taehyung is self-harming and Jungkook, the youngest, has been in a coma since we escaped.”

“What about Yoongi?” she asked after listening apprehensively to my every word. I took a deep breath.

“Yoongi is suicidal, Iseul. He cannot control himself and pushed everyone away because in his subconscious believes he is responsible for the suffering of those around him. His mother died in a fire when he was a child and he has always blamed himself for it. After the recent events, his guilt has amplified to the point that he wishes to die the same way so he could reach her.” I purposely avoided the word ‘gasoline’ or any other term that might remind her of what she had gone through about a month ago. The last thing I wanted was to make her relive that terrible moment.

“I see…” she whispered, bowing her head. I knew that this had deeply upset her; I could glimpse the shock painted on her face. Surely she was thinking about her father, wondering what had happened to him. But this time I had a question for her. I had to understand.

“Iseul, why did you hug Yoongi earlier?”

She certainly did not expect such a question. She lifted her head sharply, again beginning to torture her hands. She was nervous.

“Because he was suffering like I suffered.” I frowned, confused. What was she talking about? “When he started calling his mother, telling her not to leave him alone, I felt like I was hearing me from the past again. I said those same words when I began to realize that my father was missing for real. I kept crying and begging him not to leave me. I felt like I was dying, that I could no longer breathe. In those moments, my mother would hug me tightly and tell me that everything would be all right.” I felt my heart clench and my eyes moisten. A lump formed in my throat. Was I really on the verge of tears? “She did the same thing when I woke up in the hospital. She hugged me, telling me everything would be all right, even though she knew I had lost my sight. I wanted to do the same for him. I wanted to reassure him and make him stop crying. I wanted to comfort him and make him feel the warmth that only a mother can give.”

I quickly wiped away the tear that had managed to escape my self-control. What was that feeling in my chest? I couldn’t help but reach out my hand and gently lay it on hers to comfort her.

“Seokjin-ssi, can I ask you a favor?”

“Anything you want,” I answered her.

"Let me help you." I looked at her confused and frowned. "I want to help you heal those guys. I don't know why, but I feel part of this. I feel like I should do something for them."

"You want to... help them?" She nodded. "Iseul, I don't think that's a good idea." How could I explain to her that she was the knife in the wound? She could never become their medicine. She was their poison. Then, suddenly, I was reminded of the scene I had witnessed earlier.

Yoongi, in Iseul's arms. As calm and serene as I had ever seen him.

The warmth, the gentleness of this girl… could she really have healed us? Would she really have been able to free us from the shadows of our past and lead us back to ourselves? Would she have undone all our mistakes, our fears, and made us happy at last?

I squeezed her hand tighter. "All right," I whispered. "Save us."

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