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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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cry me a river | the thorns of a rose

— summary: loyalty means to have full allegiance and faithfulness owned by a duty, a pledge, or a promise. and the reapers’ loyalty lies much deeper than that

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 5.6k

— warnings: mentions of breaking, emotional trauma, implied sexual harassment/abuse, implied forceful age-gap relationship (we're getting to more dark stuff here so please read at your own discretion, PLEASE)

— part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11

— masterpost

“They say she’s the actual Grim Reaper herself.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“She’s on a rampage, going around killing anyone who has done her wrong. She’s already taken out Gwon Daejung!”

“Grim reapers go around collecting souls, she’s out here trying to collect the heads of all her enemies!”

“Surely that’s an exaggeration.”

“That monster killed her own father to get the throne.”

“What if we’re next?”

Knock, knock, knock.

A click of the door opens and he stares in horror at the said Reaper who’s out to collect the heads of all her enemies. With a smirk plastered on her face, hands resting behind her, and a flicking shine from the scythe earrings she wears, he can feel the beat of his heart drumming hard against his chest.

“Hello there, Mr. Choi,” you greet with a sinister expression resting well on your face, “it seems death has just knocked on your door. Would you mind giving me the pleasure of taking your life?”

“Why did you call me, Namjoon? You do know that I’m a pretty busy woman, don’t you? I have heads to sever and hearts to stab out.”

“Seems you’ve become quite the bloodthirsty mobster.”

You shrug lightly at his comment, adjusting the black gloves in your hands that are tainted with blood. “Well, life is pretty cruel to women so there’s quite a lot of people whom I have to go after now that I have the power to do so.”

“This is why you killed your father off?” He asks, eyes narrowed at you who only seems to be paying attention to your gloves. “Now that I think about it, you say you’re out to kill all the people who have done you wrong. Was your father your first target in all of this?”

Your hands freeze in place and when you look up at him, those eyes of yours are as cold as a stone, showing no sign of weakness, no amount of emotions for him to try and see through your facade. He can’t read you.

“What are you talking about?” You feign a smile. “If my father never cared for me, would he have accepted me so easily when I returned home after divorcing you? Any sane mobster who’s thirsty for power would have never let that slide. Yet father welcomed me in very well with wide, open arms.”

“Fool,” you hear your father’s disdained voice in the back of your mind.

“You’ve always been useless from the second you were born. For a moment I thought things were going well, finally made useful to me. But here you are, crawling right back and begging for forgiveness at the foot of your father. I told you to make yourself useful.”

No matter how foolish and stupid you were ten years ago, at least you understood what to do in order to keep the image of a happy family alive and well.

Divorcing Namjoon was one of the hardest decisions in your life but you were left with no other choice. Returning that ring, asking him for a divorce, even that moment of weakness where you asked them to give you a second chance, all of that was planned.

After all, divorcing Namjoon meant facing father’s wrath so you had to do it smartly, hence you asked him to sign a contract with you before you left, before the divorce was finalized. It was the only way you could get through to your father. He would be angry either way but at least then he didn’t have to worry about losing power.

Power was all father wanted after all, and you allowed him to keep that.

That contract saved you from potentially dying at your father’s very own hands.

“Open arms…”

You stare at Namjoon with a small, playful smirk, knowing he must be thinking back on his own father. “Envious?”

He sends you a glare and you look away with a shrug, amusement plastered on your face.

“Did all those silent vows of keeping each others’ secrets safe not matter after the divorce?”

“Of course it does!” You say at his suspicion on you. “You don’t really think I’m the type to go around spreading every traumatic story of you and the boys to the world just because we don’t care for each other anymore, do you?”

“I don’t know who you are anymore, Y/N.”

“Right,” you nod. “Let’s keep it that way, yeah? Anyways, what am I doing here again?”

Namjoon lets out a sigh and reaches from the back of his pants to hand you a simple envelope. You stare at it, blinking.

“If it’s a letter of some sort, you could have simply sent it through the mail, old man.”

“I figured you’d rather keep the envelope as is rather than having words painted on them.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s Jungwon’s.” You freeze and he takes a moment to look at the envelope before beckoning for you to take it once more. “One of the letters was meant for you.”

A letter was written for you? What for?

If Mister Butler had anything to say to you, why didn’t he just speak them to you when he had the chance? Perhaps it’s something secretive that he couldn’t say aloud?

No, can’t be. All his letters were basically his diaries but, why would one of them be addressed to you?

You pull the gloves off your hands, not wanting anything to taint the envelope before taking it from Namjoon. “Did you read it?” You ask and he shakes his head.

“Those are your initials, yes?”

They are.

“The content of the letters addressed to you,” you look back at him, wondering, “what were they about?”

“His daily life. A diary, as you said.”

“He never mentioned anything about what he was doing at the Reaper’s manor in the first place?”

Namjoon shakes his head, a sigh leaving his lips. “Nothing of that sort. Unfortunately, it doesn’t help much with my investigation.”

“Surely your father had some answers.”

“Anything that has to do with my father has already been searched and burned away. None of them ever mentioned anything about my brother. It’s almost as if it disappeared along with him, as if my father knew.”

Did his father get word of Mister Butler’s death? He must have, hence all evidence about what he had done were all destroyed for Namjoon to never find out.

“When did my brother disappear?”

“The eighth of January,” you tell him. “I was nine.” You were hurt that night, severely injured. You don’t remember exactly the events that went by, just the fact that the next thing you knew, you were standing in front of the man you loved so much, staring into his unblinking eyes. “He never said goodbye and after that night, I never saw him again.”

“Something must have happened.”

Yeah, your father killed him and blamed it all on poor little you.

“Well, I have to go now,” you say as you turn around and begin to walk off, “as I said, I’m a pretty busy woman.”

“Y/N if you know anything—”

“I got into an accident that night, Namjoon, so I don’t recall much of what happened.”

“Then those workers—”

“Are dead,” you say. “I killed them all.”

You hear him let out a frustrated sigh. “Honestly, you’re too impulsive. If one of them were still alive, they’d know what happened and have better intel than what we have now.”

“Well,” you shrug, “even if one of them were still alive, those workers didn’t really pay much attention to Mister Butler. To them, he was just another one of them, and if someone disappears out of nowhere, they’d only think what they know.”

Any sane worker would think they’d died at the hands of the leaders of the mafia they’re working in.

In Jungwon’s case, it was exactly that. No exception.

“See ya.”

With that, you walk off without looking back again, the letter tightly grasped in your hand.

You stand alone in the garden of the greenhouse, eyes staring blankly at the red roses right before you. With a white suit on, your overcoat drapes on your shoulder as you cross your arms against your chest, the gloves gone as blood still stains your clothing from your previous endeavor.

You don’t care to clean up just yet.

The rose bushes intrigues you as you stare at them, a reminder of someone you used to know.

“The roses remind me of you, Y/N.”

“...Why is that, sir?”

He lets out an exasperated sigh at the title you call him by, but falls understanding that no matter how much he asks of you, you’d never call him by name. “Is this your way of telling me you don’t wish for a close relationship, my dear?” He asks, a small pout glanced your way. “Despite the fact that we were almost engaged?”

You don’t answer his question, giving him anything but a blank stare. It’s all he’ll ever see from you, all you will ever show him. He will never witness your anger, your sadness, your happiness, or any emotions out of you.

Relationships do not matter to you, after all, he’s just another pawn for your father.

“Why do the roses remind you of me, sir?” You speak as if reading off a script; emotionless, robotic.

His brows furrow slightly but he’s used to this. “You’re pretty and you look innocent and sweet and precious, but anytime anyone tries to get any close to you,” he holds his hand out to caress your cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as he flashes you a small smile, “you will put up a guard and have your thorns protect you. They are your walls, aren’t they?”

“I haven’t hurt you in the slightest, sir.”

He chuckles. “But you resent me, don’t you?”

“I do not hold any feelings towards you.”

“...Right.” He looks down at your figure, the way you sit on the bed obediently, and will not move unless instructed otherwise. You dress in a silky nightgown, one of the straps fallen from your shoulder, and he takes his hand from your face to trace over one of the visible scars held against your skin. You say nothing, you do nothing, and despite his gentle touches, you feel nothing.

He watches you as if trying to monitor your reactions, and when you give him nothing to see, he trails down to your hand and gently takes hold of it.

“You may not hold any feelings towards me but…” he traces the purple ring around your wrist, “you resent my father, do you not?” You say nothing so he goes on. “I may not know you as well as I hope to, Y/N, but even I understand that a lady would never want a man she doesn’t desire to touch her whether in a precious hold or not. You come here, walk into a man’s room whether you like to or not, just like an obedient puppet, and do nothing to go against your father’s words. So whether it’s me touching you or my father…you will not speak up against it.”

So he knew of his father’s doings, yet the closer you watch him, you realize that he’d only learned of that fact recently. Your potential fiance, despite the whole ordeal being to his benefit, has never once taken advantage of you. He holds onto his morals, a man of principles, and when he finds the truth of your relationship with your father, he expresses opposition.

But the two of you are one and the same, living a similar life.

He cannot go against his father, just as you cannot go against yours.

You’re both far too weak against the men of the house.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, almost a whisper, and you see the way he tries to hold onto his anger for you, the way his hand trembles slightly as he does his best not to hold onto your hand too tight. As if afraid he’d hurt you.

He reminds you of someone, but you don’t wish to remember so you look away, not wanting to see that little spark in his eyes.

“I had no reason to.”

When you say that, he looks back up at you, a flash of hurt and disbelief in his eyes. “No reason?” He scoffs. “You have purple bruises on your wrist and you’re saying you had no reason to tell me these things? My father did this to you, Y/N, and I can only imagine what other horrible things he’s done to you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You look off to the side, taking your hand from his hold to look out at the window where a bird perches on the tree just outside. “In the end, we can do nothing.”

He hates how right you are, and hates the way you seem to shiver slightly from the cold, goosebumps forming along your skin, yet you say nothing against your pain. You do not care for your well-being, and you guess by now he’s probably realized you’re already broken.

A broken doll for your father to use at his disposal.

You hear him let out a grunt of anger yet when he slips your strap back onto your shoulder and holds the blanket over you, his actions are as gentle towards you as ever.

“When you decide to let your thorns be known to the world, I hope you can come after my father and kill him yourself.” He stands from the bed, going for the door but not before looking back at you for one last thing. “I will wait for you until then.”

How long has it been since you heard those words fall from his lips? It was the last conversation you had with the man, before he went away and did all that he could to drive the relationship between your gang and his to fall apart.

You’re not sure how he did it, but he somehow made it possible for the two of you to never see each other again, and in doing so, saved you from having to see his father ever again.

He was different from Ying, because while Ying always watched you get belittled and hurt and went to console you afterwards, the second he found out the truth, he did all that he could to at least save you from one less burden to carry.

He could do nothing about your father, but he took his father away for your sake.

The roses remind you of him, yet despite the little moments of good memories you have with him, they will always be overshadowed by all the things his father has done to you.

And the longer you stare at the roses, the more you wish to cast the memories away, the more you wish to never remember his face, his voice, and the way he held you.

You feel disgusted.

Perhaps if I touch them…maybe the pain will take over the pain of having to remember him.

You hold your hand out as if in a daze, a chant repeating in your head to try and convince you that marking yourself with physical pain will give you a chance in forgetting the past pains.

Hurt me hurt me hurt me. Let me forget.

You feel your teeth clenching, brows knitted, and just as your hand is about to grab a handful of the rose bush filled with thorns, someone grabs ahold of your hand with a force, stopping you mid-way.

“Please don’t touch the roses, all the plants here are important for the antidotes and poisons we work so hard to create.” It’s Han, one of the young researchers working alongside Yeonjun. He watches over the greenhouse, keeping the plants well-fed and healthy, always holed up in here to help aid the young genius hacker in his researches.

You know just how important each and every plant here are, yet it doesn’t stop you from the hypnotized state you’re in.

You ignore his touch and warning, further hoping to grab a fist full of thorns.

“Boss, please.” Han’s voice fades into the distance as you see nothing but the thorns before you. “Boss-”

“Y/N.”

Someone rips your attention from the flowers, hands held onto both your shoulders, forcing your body to turn their way, and that’s when you seem to come back to your senses.

“..Mingyu.”

“Have tea ready,” your second in command orders to Han, who in turn nods and walks off, knowing Mingyu always knows what to do.

“I’m fine.” You push him off you to turn from the flowers, a bit weak in your legs, and when he sees that, Mingyu reaches out to help you keep steady.

“I guess we have our next target, huh?” One look at you and the flowers and he understands in an instant. “Yuna will be happy.”

“Yuna’s happy with everyone we face.”

“Well,” he shrugs, “can’t really blame her.”

“Forget it,” you begin to walk off without his help, towards the bench just under the wisterias to take your seat. “I don’t want to face them just yet.”

Mingyu watches you with an observing gaze, and when Han returns with the tea, he lets out a sigh when you sip the drink to help you calm your nerves. The more people you go after, the more drained you become, and the more hysterical your state grows. He can’t blame you, after all, these are the people who have done you so wrong in the past, leaving you with scars both physically and mentally.

“Alright,” he says upon your orders when you give him the cup after a good couple of gulps, body laid over to rest your head against the pillow that’s already there for you when you wish to take your afternoon breaks. When your eyes start to droop, he takes a step to the right to block the glaring sun filtering into the greenhouse.

And Mingyu stays there watching after you like a personal knight whose only job is to watch over and protect the princess.

He hates every second of seeing you suffer all alone.

“The longer you keep this up, the harder it’ll be on your body.” When you look up at him from your cup of tea, Namjoon goes on. “Going after the people that’s pissed you off isn’t an easy job. Not only are many of the people that belong to the shadows tough but they do crazy things to one’s mind as well. You’re a victim to the shadows both physically and mentally.”

“Get to the point, Namjoon.”

“You need to slow down, take a break,” he says, “before you break.”

Break.

Hah. What a strange word.

“You needn’t worry about that, I’m already a broken doll.” It’s such a simple sentence that leaves your lips, as if you were speaking about the weather. You show no amount of emotion, eyes as dead as they were the first time he saw you again after ten whole years.

But even then, your ex-lover can see how drained you are by all of these endeavors. You’re stubborn, refusing to admit to the truth, but he knows just how tired you must be both physically and mentally. What if one day you go too far and there’s no one to save you from the drowning?

“I’m serious,” he states against your protest. Namjoon may not understand what happened through the ten years of your disappearance, the extent to which you were hurting, but even he knows just how much it has affected you.

After all, no sweet person can ever turn dark and emotionless without reason.

“I want to get rid of them as soon as possible.” You look up at him from the hood of your lids, taking a sip of the tea that’s been served for you. You were never really one who desired coffee, and ever since Yeonjun joined the gang, all that’s ever helped to calm your nerves were his tea. “You understand how that feels, don’t you?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything but you can see the answer in his hesitation.

“So whether you want to stop me or not, I’m not going to rest until they’re all dead. I can’t.” Because your body refuses to let you. Each time you rest your eyes, nightmares will plague your thoughts, and unless your Reapers are there to help you through the episodes, you can never calm from the fear.

Everything scares you the more people you face, the world closing in, the walls suffocating you. Every second you face them, it feels as if your lungs are weighed by a heavy boulder, refusing to let you breathe. But you’d rather face these disgusting, vile creatures, than to know that they still live, walking the Earth as if all the things they’ve done to you is something that should not be considered a crime, as if they had simply crushed a bug with their foot.

You hurt from their pains while they hold their heads up, laughing in their own freedom.

You want your own freedom.

You need it, you crave it.

And you can never achieve it unless they’re gone from the torture they do to your head.

“Fine.” Namjoon knows he can’t stop you, so he relents. “Who’s your next target then?”

A man you’ve been avoiding.

You put the teacup down, resting against the chair, and cross a leg over the other. “I’ll need your help again, if you’re up for it.”

“And this is?”

“Ever heard of the Black Rose?”

He thinks over the question, a slight purse of his lips. “Isn’t that the gang that left for London? They were faring well here so no one knows why they left when the streets of London is much harder to gain control of.”

“They left because of me.”

He looks at you, blinking. “What?”

“The son, Hwang Hyunjin and I had somewhat of a relationship,” you explain. “I wouldn’t say we were close nor would I say we were friends but he supported me as a friend would. He cared for me.”

Namjoon’s brows knit in just the slightest way. “If he cared for you, why would he leave Korea?”

“He cared for me, that’s why he left.”

Hyunjin was the only decent human being that did the things he did in a respectable and accurate manner among all the mafiosos you’ve met. Even though you could never escape the abuse and pain, he still did you a favor by getting rid of someone who would have traumatized you even more than the man already had.

“So then, if it isn’t Hyunjin you’re after, who is it?”

“Who else but his father?”

“You’re walking into dangerous territory, Y/N.”

“Isn’t everything we do dangerous?” You flick your hair to lay behind your back, not wanting to back down. “He has more power in London than you but that doesn’t mean you aren’t influential there either. That’s why I need you on this mission. Hyunjin will be on my side, as well as you. I’ll need both of you to take Mr. Hwang down.”

“How are you so sure Hyunjin will be on your side? This is his father we’re talking about.”

“And you understand just how broken that relationship can be in this world.” Because his own father was never one to care for him. “It may be different from yours, Hyunjin and his father trust each other, but at the end of the day, he left Korea all for me.”

He left Korea for you.

Namjoon wonders what sort of relationship the two of you had, and the reason why the Black Rose left for you.

When he stares at you from across the table, he sees the determination in your eyes, as well as the trust you hold for a man he does not personally know. So you do know how to trust people outside your gang after all.

“Fine.” There’s no reason to refuse you. At the end of the day, he still needs intel on his brother.

With a satisfied smile resting on your face, you stand from your seat. “Great. I’ll see you in London next week.”

“You’re planning to what?” Mingyu is quick to look at you with alarm, his expression screaming protest. “Live out the fantasy he so wanted long ago?” He repeats your words with a disbelief scoff. “I’m not letting you do that.”

“You have no right to protest.”

“I’m your underboss, I have every right to protest.”

“Please my lady, can’t you think of something else?” Yuna speaks up, her lips forming into a tight frown when she looks your way.

“This is the only way to take down Hwang Leehyun and you know it,” you say against their dismay, standing firm in on your decision no matter what they say. “That man thrives off control and if I can manipulate him into thinking he can take me, we’ll have our score settled and I’ll have taken another man down. He has no reason to suspect me.”

“And if it breaks you?”

You laugh sarcastically at Mingyu’s words, a dark chuckle leaving your lips. “How do you break again after you’ve already broken? But then again, perhaps you’re right. A broken glass can never mend itself to the way it used to be, the only thing it can do is break even more.”

“Boss—”

“But I don’t care for that,” you cut him off, the only emotions detected in your eyes are filled with rage and anger. “This is the path I’ve chosen for myself, so whether you like it or not, I will never stop until every last one of them are dead. You have chosen to follow me, do so in silence.”

With that, you turn your back on your Reapers and they know that no matter how against they are with your plans, once your mind is made up, you will never go back on your words.

“And if something goes wrong when I’m with him, I expect you to do nothing.”

You leave them with no room to protest and they can do nothing but watch you from where they stand, a heavy silence hung in the air because they know more than anyone that stopping you is something that can never be done. You live to seek revenge and you will stop at nothing.

Even if that means meeting death on its way.

Even if it will break you even more.

“Boss?” You don’t hear his call even when he runs up to stand before you, an alarming concern marking his features. All you do is stand there, as still as a corpse, with your head lowered and your eyes staring blankly at nothing before you.

Mingyu sees the state you’re in; dressed in a white silky dress, spaghetti straps hanging off your shoulders, disheveled hair, with possessive markings splattered around your skin.

He can feel his hands trembling into a fist as he holds himself back, knowing that whatever he does, he can never let his anger get the best of him. So he settles with trying to reach out for you. You don’t see him, you feel numb and dull, like a living corpse, but when his hand holds out to touch you,

You flinch.

And Mingyu freezes.

His hand hovers in the air, frozen in time, and no matter what anyone tells him, he wants to storm out here right now and land his fist on the very man that did this to you, no matter the consequences.

But he has to consider the consequences because if he tries to do anything to go up against the people that have done you wrong, you will face the consequences and he knows more than anyone that that must never happen.

He wants to protect you yet why is this the only way he can save you?

Why can’t he do more?

Mingyu balls his hand in the air and settles it back to his side, turning to the Reapers that have come along as he clenches his jaws, keeping his emotions at bay.

“Yuna, Dasom. Get her a blanket, clean her up, and take care of her. Make sure she eats well.”

He only addresses the girls and they know. They know why.

Because normally you would never flinch in the presence of Mingyu. Never.

“Yes, Mingyu.”

Yuna hurries to grab a soft blanket and drape it over your shoulders, hiding your revealing skin, and the two of them lead you away from the small little group. You follow willingly without protest, as if you can’t even speak, as if your only purpose in this world is to obey and survive.

Right now you cannot make a decision for yourself, right now you’re numb, you’ve locked yourself out from the world, eyes nothing but dull, empty sockets. Right now you are lost.

Lost in your broken, empty mind.

This is your body’s way of protecting yourself.

Yuna turns to Mingyu, her hand held against his shirt to grab his attention, and a tremor falls in her hand as her grip holds tight.

“I want to save her,” she whispers, a voice barely audible but they hear her. It is a wish they all hold dearly in their hearts. “She…she can’t face him again, Mingyu, not in the same way. Or else…or else…”

“She gave us her command, we can’t go against that,” the second in command states, his emotions held back despite it all. “But there are some people who aren’t obligated to go against her.”

“You don’t mean..”

“They’re the only ones we can rely on to bring Y/N back,” he says despite Dasom’s disapproving glare. “At least we can trust in Jung Hoseok, if anyone.”

“I ask that you protect her well.”

Namjoon sits in his chair, a silent stare at the man who bows before him, and when he looks over at Hoseok, the older man just spares him a silent glance, unsure of what was going on as well.

“You don’t think those are the obligations between two allies, do you?”

“I’m serious,” Mingyu says, his words firm and heavy without an ounce of jest in them. “This mission may as well be one of the most difficult ones my boss will have to face, yet I am not allowed to interfere with her plans.”

“And why is that?” Seokjin asks.

“Because she knows that if I were to be there with her, I may as well stop her and in short, ruin the plan of revenge. Whatever you do, do not stop her, however…” he holds his jaw in, fingers held in a tight fist behind him, “save her…if it so gets to that point.”

The man before them is a man who’s been through a lot, who watched over you and cared for you, a man who truly hopes for nothing but the best out of you. He frets over your safety, concern clearly marked on his face, yet as your subordinate, he is obligated to heed your every order.

“If you’re that worried about her, why don’t you try harder to have her revise her plan? Or better yet, persuade her to leave this be?” Namjoon asks, genuinely curious about his strange resolve.

“Because this is the only way I can save her,” Mingyu says, his expression a sharp, piercing seriousness. “She may be impulsive at times, maybe even bloodthirsty and cruel in her ways of only seeking revenge towards the people that have wronged her, but Y/N’s ambition lies in wanting to seek peace. You and I will never understand her heart but she holds her resolves and she holds her morals and I have every intention of giving everything I can to see her ambition come to pass. I believe that is why I follow her. She has saved me so I will do all that I can to save her. And if saving her means stepping back and having you take care of things for the moment…I hold no protest.”

So that’s how it is.

Both Mingyu and the rest of the Reapers refuse to stand in the way of your dreams. They have sworn themselves to you, from whatever point you’ve met and managed to steal their hearts and souls.

You have a way with people. Even back then when you held no ambitions in killing people, the authority you held had never dissipated. There’s something about you that people can never forget, no matter who they are, and you will always leave an impression in the end.

The Reapers now, your Reapers, are different from any other followers they have ever seen before. They heed your every word, holding them as if they were laws of the world, never to go against you, coming to you the instant you call their names. Loyalty means to have full allegiance and faithfulness owned by a duty, a pledge, or a promise. And the Reapers’ loyalty lies much deeper than that. This isn’t just simple loyalty, this is something much deeper than they can ever imagine.

You saved him, Mingyu stated, which meant you saved the rest of them as well, and in turn, they’ve vowed their lives to you.

“So as someone who cares deeply for Y/N and as people who once held her at the center of the world,” he looks at them with a pointed stare, eyes refusing to look away or even blink, “don’t you think you should at least give her what she deserves?”

What a loyal companion you have.

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the boss | jhs

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; In the middle of important business meeting, Hoseok spreads his mouth free and it almost costs you one of the greatest business deals. You’ve to remind Hoseok who’s the boss.

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: boss!reader, fluff, smut, little bit of angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: strong language, dom!hoseok, bratty!reader, ass play, oral sex [female & male receiving], fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, edging, multiple orgasms, spanking, impregnation kink, creampie, penetrative sex, choking, little bit of dirty talk, jealous hoseok, reader provokes him, he rips her panties, nipple play, overstimulation, biting, throat fucking

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“How could you do that?!” you exclaim through clenched teeth as soon as you hear the door of your office slam.

You’re pretty aware that if you raise your voice, all employees could perfectly hear you scolding none other than Jung Hoseok. A perfect employee with doing amazing job every day, until today.

He possibly ruined the business deal you’re a head of and let’s say it this way, once your boss finds out he lost a perfect opportunity to earn tons of money by Chung investing some money into your business, you’re done for. Well, maybe it’s not that dramatic but he certainly won’t be happy with you. All thanks to Hoseok who couldn’t remained to be professional for another hour.

The meeting went great. Chung listened to your every word with so much intensity, seeing rather interested what the company could offer him. You had him. Not until it was turn to the rest of your colleagues slash employees to explain the project further. That was until it was Hoseok’s turn to speak. Throughout the meeting, you could see him looking strangely serious, even if he always tends to have that professional look when he’s focused and working. But this time he looked different, almost angry and annoyed.

Now that you look at it, he really was trying to remain professional and explained all the points he made on his laptop. That was until Choi barely paid attention to him, which probably irritated Hoseok even more. It was disrespectful of Choi to turn with an obvious bored expression as he asked; “Come again?”

But then something snapped in Hoseok, his eyes turned almost dark underneath the bright lightening of the meeting room.

“Maybe you should listen to us, rather then eyeing our boss’ ass.”

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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the lines between us | jjk. (m)

banner credit to my lovely @viefleur isabella <3

➵ summary : you’re detective partners who hate each other’s guts and everyone knows it. what they don’t know however, is that there’s so much more between the lines, and he knows damn well how to rearrange your guts too.

➵ pairing : detective!jungkook x detective!reader

➵ genre : detective!au, partner!jungkook, e2l!au, fwb!au, slight fantasy!au, one-shot, smut, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 10k

➵ warnings : swearing, angst!!, arguing, tension, mentions of guns, injury & crime, explicit sexual content, heavy petting, slight brat!reader, slight brat-tamer!jk, fingering, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), clit biting, hate sex, choking, size kink, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, restraint (w/ jungkook’s hands), denied orgasm, hitting it from the back, a spank, pain kink, missionary, creampie, cum play, overstimulation, f. masturbation, cum tasting, finger sucking

↳ in submission for the july games:

❂ “To The Lighthouse” ⁂ hosted by: professor bee @inkedtae through @bangtansorciere

⤐ au type: salty shores // enemies to lovers ⤐ themes: slow burn, fantasy ⤐ kinks: clit biting, spanking, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, masturbation, cum play <3

➵ a/n : first of all massive thank you to bee @inkedtae !! thank you for offering your lovely help by having a read and making me feel 20892x more confident 😭 thank you to @viefleur my beautiful isabella for making this perfect banner for me!! i appreciate her hard work so much and thank you to my lovely @opaljm @taegularities and @hantaev for beta-ing!! not to forget @ppersonna lindy for helping me figure out my whackass tenses 💀 as always feedback means the world to me <3

➵ playlist : set me on fire by estelle

“You’re the most infuriating person I know on this fucking planet.”

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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Silent Treatment ~ Jung Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: When Hoseok gives you the silent treatment because you took an argument too far.

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For the fourth time that day, Hoseok walked past you, face emotionless and awfully silent. And even though it broke you, you deserved it.

The fight shouldn’t have escalated the way it did, but one thing led to another and just as he began to word the hurtful insult that was at the tip of his tongue, your palms pushed against his shoulders with all the force you could muster up. Caught off-guard, Hoseok stumbled back and slipped, crashing into the table behind him and knocking over the bottle of water that was on it.

Hoseok was shocked, to say the least. Neither of you had ever gotten physical in any of the fights you had had before, and the tiny bruise on his hip ached him, serving as a reminder that you had just broken one of your unsaid rules in your relationship. You had stormed off in anger, too blinded by your rage to actually think that you had caused pain to your boyfriend, but somehow you knew that that was the right thing to do. It cut things short and abruptly, preventing further chaos and damage.

But now it had been three days, all of which he had dutifully placed two comfortable pillows and a blanket as a silent request to sleep on the couch and give him his space. It took you a few hours to calm down after the fight, because as much as your sin shone brightly in your face, you also couldn’t swallow down his rude words towards you before your outburst.

You had apologized to him, meekly and in a tiny voice at first as you stood by the door to the bedroom, then bolder by the day, loud and clear with a detailed explanation for your actions. You even tried to cook him dinner before he got back home, but to your disappointment, you found the same food, cold and probably spoiled, the next morning – just as you had left it for him.

And now, Hoseok was silently preparing for his day, a matching pair of joggers and a t-shirt, along with a puffy jacket and a bucket hat, laying on the bed. Hoseok religiously ignored your subtle attempts to reach out to him, conveniently moving out of the way whenever you walked too close to him. When you placed his white sneakers beside the bed for him, he pretended as if he never saw you do that and proceeded to pick up his lavender Converse for him to wear.

You frowned, too hurt by his actions.

“Hobi…”

He then walked into the bathroom with a small face towel resting over his shoulders. You watched him plug in the electric razor into the socket, his gaze briefly catching your reflection moving towards him, his free arm reaching out and shutting the door in your face, gently, before clicking the lock on the door.

Sighing, you sadly placed your palm over the door.

“Hobi… I’m really sorry.”

The buzz of the razor was all you got in response.

You bit your lip, somehow smiling sadly before walking out of the room to give him the space you knew he wanted. You didn’t know how long it would take for him to melt, and the sudden realization that it might not be anytime soon tugged at your heart, leaving you with a thin layer of tears glistening in your eyes.

Thirteen hours later, Hoseok hurriedly slammed the door of the car shut, walking to the house with rushed footsteps. It had also been thirteen hours since he last heard from you.

Very conveniently, Hoseok thought it would be a smart move to turn off his cellphone when he left for work, wanting to wordlessly give you an explanation as to why he chose not to reply to your calls or texts. And because it was so tempting to just take a peek at your endless apologies and giddy love confessions, plus the memes that you would spam his phone with just to make him smile, Hoseok turned his phone back on during his lunch break, only to be greeted by the same message you had sent him last night before falling asleep.

Hobi, I hope you sleep well. Goodnight. I love you.

He had frowned in confusion, looking around and up at the ceiling as if that would restore his poor network connection, but none of it changed the empty message box that greeted him. Even when his thumb repeated scrolled down to refresh his Instagram page, the new posts of the boys popping up yet not a single message from you was to be seen.

Hoseok reluctantly set his phone down when he was called for their practice, leaving it on in hopes that you would text him. Maybe you had fallen asleep, he tried to console himself.

Hoseok found himself struggling much more during the practice, his ankle rolling painfully during their warm up, earning raised eyebrows from a few of the boys who weren’t used to seeing him trip.

“Hoseok-ah?”

Yoongi had frowned when Hoseok called for a short break in the middle of a routine, picking up a bottle as an excuse but never actually drinking from it, his eyes shaking nervously as he looked through his phone that still seemed to not receive any response from you.

“Yes?”

“What happened? You look very tired.”

Hoseok had wiped at his forehead, shaking his head regretfully. “(Y/n) hasn’t called me yet.”

A scoff left the elder fellow’s throat. “Is she giving you the silent treatment now?”

“She’s never done this before, hyung,” Hoseok frowned.

“Are you still making her sleep on the couch?”

Hoseok gulped in response, eyes avoiding Yoongi and looking back down at his phone.

“Hoseok-ah, it’s been a few days now, let it go already. You know she pushed you in anger, don’t hold this against her for so long. She’s only human.”

Hoseok’s frown had deepened, troubled at the fact that this was the first time he had faced silence from your end. No matter how major the fight was, no matter how long he had struggled to just not speak to you, never once had he gone more than half a day without hearing from you.

So he called you up.

Even if he had to swallow down his pride and allow himself to press the call button over your contact, he called you up.

But you didn’t answer.

That was the fuel that pushed him further, accelerating his movements as he punched in the code to the apartment, rushing in and briefly stopping at the darkness that greeted him.

With tentative steps, he called out for you, dropping his bag by the door and walking towards the couch that had been your bed for the past few days. His eyes landed on your figure laying on the couch, bundled up in blankets and a pillow cuddled up to your chest. His heart swelled at the sight of your feet poking out from under the blankets, a little habit of yours that enamored him from the very beginning.

But when he reached you to take a closer look at your face, Hoseok frowned at the sight of the swelling under your eyes.

“(Y/n)?” he placed a hand over the blankets, gently shaking you.

When you didn’t stir, he knelt to the floor and pushed back at the hair that had fallen over your eyes, a tiny gasp leaving him when he felt your heated skin against his fingertips. Instinctively, he placed his palm over the side of your face, his heart dropping with the realization that you were burning up.

“(Y/n),” he shook you a little more urgently this time, nervous breaths leaving his mouth when you still weren’t waking up. The strip of medication that was on the floor next to him caught his attention, picking it up to see that it was an antipyretic that you had taken. Two of them. But you were still burning with a fever.

Immediately, Hoseok slipped his hand under the pile of blankets that you were wrapped up in, his other arm supporting you as he pulled your body up abruptly into a seating position. Your head lolled forward unconsciously, his eyes widening in panic as he tried to hold you well until he was seated on the couch, your body – and the blankets – slumping against him.

“Oh goodness,” Hoseok gasped, tugging at some parts of the blankets to give you some breathing space, prying away the pillow that you had clutched in between your arms. He shifted your head so that it was resting back against his shoulder, the frown deepening when he took a proper look at your face.

Your eyes were sealed shut with sleepy matter, swollen and tender. He also got the strong whiff of Vicks that you had rubbed all over your nose and throat, his head shaking when he realized that you must’ve caught a cold. His thumb gently ran over your swollen cheek, your skin feeling hot against his.

“Baby,” he whispered gently, trying to shake you awake again.

You let out a soft whimper, weak hands trying to reach up to your eyes when you noticed they weren’t opening. Hoseok immediately rubbed his thumb gently over your eyelids, brushing out the matter and trying to get your eyes to open. Your hand fell back down against his stomach, fingers weak and trembling as your gripped onto his t-shirt.

“What happened to you?” he asked even though he knew the answer.

Tugging you closer to him, he placed his lips against your forehead. You moved into the warmth of his embrace, desperately praying that the chills and vigorous shuddering attacks don’t come back with you in his arms. You wouldn’t want him to see that.

“I’m lovesick,” you joked lamely, a tender smile lifting the corners of your lips when you heard him chuckle against you.

“Why isn’t your fever going down?” Hoseok wondered out loud, your eyebrows barely raising in agreement. That’s what you had been asking yourself for the past few torturous hours.

“How long have you had a fever?” He asked you.

You shrugged, feeling too weak to reply.

“Okay wait,” he gently pushed you away, laying you back down and covering you up again. Just as he was about to turn and leave, you caught three of his fingers in your palm.

Classic movie scene, you thought.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking up blindly at the outline of his form in the darkness. “I’m sorry for everything.”

He immediately shuffled back down onto his knees, enveloping your hand completely in his.

“Don’t talk right now… it’s okay. Hmm?” he placed his lips over your knuckles.

“It’s okay now.”

Not even ten minutes later, Hoseok had turned the lights to dim, a gentle golden glow making you feel warm on the inside. He had you propped up against your bed, not missing the satisfied hum that came from you when he placed you down on the mattress that you had missed. Even though you refused because you were too cold, Hoseok had you resting with just one blanket, warm fuzzy socks covering your feet, and a cold compress pressed to your forehead to lower your fever.

“How was your day?” you asked him as he was squeezing the water from the cloth into the bowl next to him.

“It was decent,” he mumbled, eyebrows pinched in together in concentration. He then placed the cool cloth over your forehead again. “Don’t talk.”

“Hmm.” You slipped further down onto the bed.

“Here,” he picked up the bowl of instant soup that he had quickly prepared for you, “It should be a little cooler now.”

Blowing gently onto the spoon, you bit back the smile at the sight of his puckered lips, finding him too cute to not squeal at. He caught your gaze, eyebrows raising in question.

“What?”

“You’re cute.”

“Pfft-” he scoffed in disbelief, shoving the spoon into your mouth before you could respond. “Am not.”

Your head shook at his words. “You are- ooh that tastes good.”

“It better, I made it with love.”

“After all these days that I’ve been deprived of it, I really needed your love.” Your eyes fluttered shut after gulping down the soup that he fed you.

“I never stopped loving you,” Hoseok frowned.

“You didn’t bother about me all these days. I shivered so much on that couch, without your love,” your lips curled into a smirk. “Without your arms around me.”

“I told you not to talk,” Hoseok huffed, feeling guilty already. “I changed the batteries of the clock.”

“What?”

“The last time the clock stopped, you were two hours late for work. So I changed them yesterday.”

“Uh…okay?” You blinked in confusion. “So?”

Hoseok sighed. “I also left the heater on after my shower, so that the water would remain hot for you.”

Your lips rolled into a straight line.

“I also bought you those fruit and nut chocolates that you like, but I hid them away because you’d finish all of them without me.”

“Where are they now?”

“They’re in the top-” Hoseok’s eyes widened comically. “I almost fell for that.”

“No no, tell me where they are.” You patted his shoulder urgently. He shook his head.

“Shhh. Let me continue.” Hoseok gently tapped your lips to silence you, your pout drawing a giggle from him.

“Two days ago, you fell asleep without taking off your makeup, so I waited for two hours so that I was sure that you were really asleep, and then I took off your makeup and put on your rice water lotion for you.”

“Really?!” you squealed, grabbing his hands. Hoseok nodded with a fond smile.

“I even tasted your food that day, but I was still upset, so I didn’t eat a lot. But I tasted it. It was good.” He hummed, pulling your hand to his mouth and tenderly kissing it.

“What I’m trying to say is that I never stopped loving you, or showing you that I love you, even for a moment. I always hoped you would pick up on these little hints- but then again, I was being an ass and I made you sleep out. I’m sorry for that.”

His eyes were sad, guilt-ridden, and drooping with exhaustion, but you could sense that he was relieved. He was relieved to finally be talking to you, to be holding you and taking care of you.

“Hobi,” you murmured regretfully, “I’m sorry for what I did that day. I was just so-”

“I know,” he cut you off, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “I know.”

“You were hurt, right?” you asked him, feeling small under the burden of your mistake.

“It’s nothing I couldn’t handle. I’m all good now,” he reassured you, moving closer to you to draw a finger along your temple. “Looks like your fever broke.”

You looked back down at his finger that was glistening with your sweat, raising a shaky hand to wipe against your skin. “I guess… I feel a little hot.”

“I’ll take care of you, bubby,” Hoseok gave you a loving smile, shifting to sit beside you and holding you by your shoulder.

“I’ll take care of you. So don’t worry.”

And when he placed the softest kiss on the crown of your head, you knew everything was finally alright. You were going to be alright.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

Hobi is really...the one person who can instantly bring a smile to my face. If I could, I would just hug him for the rest of my life.

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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Mafia! BTS - You Flinch from Them

Jin

You had been trying on dresses for your dinner date with Jin, until finally deciding on a red strapless satin.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning towards your boyfriend. His lips parted in admiration as he looked you head to toe. He smiled yet suddenly it vanished, replaced by a furious glare. Your chest gave a squeeze as you took in his reaction.

Jin stormed towards you, making you flinch back into the mirror, nearly shattering it from the wall. He stopped on his tracks, but took your hand in his, inspecting the bit just above your elbow. You tried to focus yet your heartbeat was spiralling out of control. You winced again as he touched a delicate spot on your arm, waking you from your deep trans. A yellowish handprint was painted on your upper arm, making your eyes widen.

"Who was it?" asked Jin as his glare darkened even more so. You shook your head, swallowing back your tears.

"No one, Jin. I just bumped-"

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. Those are fingerprints," warned your boyfriend, his jaw clenching at the sight of the bruise.

"It was no one, really. Just some guy at the bar..."

"What guy? What happened?"

"I don't know his name, he was just a stranger... H-he wanted to buy me a drink, but... but I told him no, Jin... and he grabbed me as I tried to leave..."

"Did he touch you?" asked Jin, cupping your cheeks. You knew he did not mean the bruise. You shook your head 'no' as tears spilled from your eyes.

"Are you telling me the truth, Y/N?" he questioned delicately.

"I promise," you looked him in the eye and nodded. Jin nodded as well before pulling you into his arms. He ran his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet-nothings in your ear.

"What was the bar called?" asked Jin calmly.

You told him the name of the bar where you went with your friends, but you couldn't see what good that could do. Little did you know, Jin had the security cameras checked and that your assaulter would never be able to touch anyone ever again - or breathe on his own for that matter.

Namjoon

Namjoon returned home at lunchtime that day and truth be told, it wasn't an often occurrence. You asked him how come he was home so early before kissing him as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

"I just need to get some documents, baby. I forgot them when I was reading the newspaper," he said, heading to his home office. Suddenly, your insides liquified as if someone had poured acid all over them. You followed Namjoon carefully, remembering perfectly well that the newspaper felt awfully thick as you threw it out this morning after your boyfriend left.

"N-Namjoon," you began quietly as he looked around his office. Your palms grew sweaty when you made your way towards his writing desk. You whispered his name again, finally catching his attention.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, standing up straight as he frowned.

"It... it was an accident, b-but... I think I threw them out along with the newspaper," you whispered just loudly enough for him to hear you. He frowned even more as your eyes filled with hot tears.

"I'm really sorry, Namjoon, I'm so sorry," you repeated over and over again as you searched for the documents yourself, although you were quite sure you threw them out.

"Y/N," said Namjoon and took a step towards you. You flinched and shut your eyes tight, trying to protect yourself from the worst.

"Baby?" he spoke softly as he held your cheeks. You slowly opened your eyes, meeting his own.

"You didn't think I was going to hit you, right?" he asked, caressing your skin with his thumbs. "Y/N?" he insisted, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at the collar of his shirt to avoid his eyes.

"Baby, they're just some papers. I'll have another copy send over tomorrow, okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip from crying any further.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Shh, you don't have to be sorry. It was just an accident," he said before pulling you into a warm embrace, "I'm sorry if I scared you, baby. You know I'd never hurt you."

You knew.

Yoongi

It was one of the rare days Yoongi could stay at home and be with you without having to leave for the office at least once. Upon spending most of the day in bed, sipping on coffee, you two decided to make a meal - mostly you because he didn't know how to prepare many dishes. You had him in charge of cutting up the vegetables at the counter (although he mostly chewed on the ice from his Americano) whilst you kept around the stove, throwing this and that together and created culinary magic. The sound of the record player slowly died out as the vinyl came to an end. You turned around to go and change it only to come face to chest with Yoongi, his hand raised up. You dropped to the floor immediately, covering your head with your hands. You waited for the blow to sting your body but it never came.

"Jagi?" asked Yoongi as he pierced the dreadful silence. You did not dare to move.

"Y/N?" he tried again, the tone of his voice even softer than before. He knelt in front of you, slowly taking your hands from your face but you flinched from his touch, no matter how soft and delicate it was. You looked down at first, but after he did not say a word, you dared glance into his eyes for a split second.

"I'm sorry," you whispered through the pools of tears in your eyes.

"What are you sorry for, jagi? You didn't do anything wrong," asked Yoongi gently, although his voice was always deep and dark. You remained quiet for a bit before barely shrugging your shoulders.

You realized he had only meant to reach for a bowl in the cupboard above your head, but you could not help yourself - and Yoongi knew, he understood. The first few times you flinched in his presence he thought it was because of his work. But after a while, you confessed to him that your father was an abusive alcoholic who often hurt you and your mom.

Yoongi scooped you into his arms, holding you as if you were the most delicate being in the world, whilst deep down, he was tearing your father limb from limb and burning whatever remained of him.

Hoseok

You had just taken a nice hot shower. Whilst tying your hair in front of the mirror in nothing but your underwear, Hoseok returned from work. He found you before even calling out your name as the fruity scent of your shampoo weaved throughout the apartment.

"Hey baby," he greeted, coming up behind you. His hand touched the small of your back, yet suddenly you winced towards the sink, knocking over your favourite perfume bottle. Something cold and metallic touched your skin, making your bare skin crawl with goose-bumps.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you, his lips parting lightly. You had never winced from his touch before and a part of him felt offended that you did.

"I... I just thought..." you stuttered, but couldn't get out a full sentence.

"What, baby?" he asked gently.

You scanned his empty hands, noticing only the golden watch around Hoseok's wrist.

"I just thought it was a gun," you said quietly as your stomach gave a painful squeeze.

"Why did you think it was a gun?"

"Your watch-"

"No, I mean, why did you even think I would have a gun when I'm with you, Y/N?" said Hoseok darkly as if you had even increased the offence with your words.

"I... I just w-wasn't sure..." you stuttered, wrapping your arms around your stomach as you looked down.

"Baby, look at me," said Hoseok. "Look at me," he repeated when you kept your eyes on the floor. He lifted your chin with his thumb and made your gazes meet.

"Listen to me, baby. I would never never fucking hurt you, do you understand that, Y/N?" he nearly growled.

You nodded because you knew he was telling you the truth. But sometimes, your boyfriend's job got the worst of you.

Jimin

You and Jimin had returned from a dinner date, but things did not go as smoothly as expected, not in his mind's eye. He slammed the door behind him when the two of you entered the apartment. The bang nearly made you wince but you managed to keep a hold of yourself.

"Why did you have to wear this dress?"

"You don't like the way I look in this dress?" you asked astounded. You thought it was your boyfriend's favourite outfit.

"Sweetheart, I do like it, but so did every other man in that fucking restaurant," he snapped, pointing his finger at the imaginary restaurant. You frowned, never even noticing anyone staring at you over dinner - other than your boyfriend, of course.

"I don't care what others are doing, Jimin," you said calmly, because through time, you got used to your boyfriend being the jealous kind.

"Well, you should!" he rose his voice, staring at you without blinking once. You froze, never having seen Jimin so upset because of a silly thing like that.

"Why?" you asked, frowning as well.

"Why?! What if I weren't there?" said Jimin, taking a step closer.

"What if they'd hurt you?!" he shouted loudly, this time making you visibly flinch away. His voice cracked and his eyes widened, although his eyebrows were furrowed together.

Your heart threatened to jump from your chest as you observed your boyfriend motionlessly. Jimin took another step towards you, trying to caress your cheek but you backed away fearfully. His heavy breathing subsided as he noticed the fear in your glossy eyes.

"Baby... Sweetheart, I... I didn't mean to snap," he began very slowly. His voice eased and so did his temper. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I know it's not your fault, it's theirs. I just... the thought of something bad happening to you..." Jimin looked away for a moment, before returning his gaze to your eyes.

You bit your lip, brushing away a tear that managed to slip down your cheek. You scooted closer to Jimin, wrapping your arms around his waist as you rested your head against his beating heart. He kissed your head, your brow and your lips, leaning his forehead against yours.

Taehyung

You made your way up the stairs to your boyfriend's office. Usually, you did not visit him at work but you decided to surprise him. You wore your best dress that hugged your figure and even did your hair. Jungkook greeted you in the hallway out of politeness, yet could not help but take a second look at you. Not because he would want Taehyung's girlfriend, he respected him too much, but because you came today out of all days. Yet you did not understand the reason for his second glance and continued your way.

You knocked lightly on Taehyung's office, entering before he could ask you to come in. You stopped on your tracks at the gruesome sight in front of you. Your heart dropped to your stomach as it twisted into knots and made you sick. A dizziness shot through your head as you steadied yourself by the door. Your boyfriend's fist made a dint into a stranger's face, his palms enriched in brass knuckles. A sickening crack echoed through your head at another punch.

"Tae..." you whispered through the split second of eerie silence between the groaning of the tied-up man and Taehyung's violent punches.

He turned his head towards you, your eyes meeting just before you spun on your heel and ran from his office.

"Finish him off," you could hear your boyfriend's dark voice. You ran to the bathroom, but a pair of footsteps were right behind you. Just as you tried to close the door, Tae's hand pushed it open.

You stared at him with a tear-stained face, unable to keep the insides of your stomach down at the sight of his bloody hands and bloody clothes. You pushed into one of the stalls and threw up what had been your breakfast. Taehyung was right at your side, holding back your hair but you couldn't help but wince at his touch. The irony smell of blood filled your nostrils, making you sick furthermore yet your stomach was empty.

"Jagi, are you okay?" asked your boyfriend, watching you with concern.

"Don't touch me, Taehyung," you stuttered, curling up against the wall. His eyes darkened at the sound of your words.

"Why would you say that, jagi?" he asked slowly.

"W-why do you hurt p-people, Tae?"

"Because if I don't hurt them, they will hurt you, and me... and Jimin and Jungkook and Namjoon and everyone else... Do you want that?" your boyfriend tilted his head to the side. You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure him out but you couldn't. You weren't sure whether he was telling you the truth or not, but deep down you knew you didn't care. And that scared you.

You shook your head slowly, wiping away your tears. Tae caught a strand of your hair between his long fingers and tucked it behind your ear, kissing your forehead.

Jungkook

You waited for your boyfriend at the front door of a well-known restaurant. The two of you had just been to your dinner date as it was customary for Wednesdays.

You held your fur close to you as a cold spring breeze ruffled your hair. A man joined you from the restaurant, lighting himself a cigarette and offering one to you as well. You politely declined as you did not smoke at all.

"What are you doing out here alone?" the stranger asked with a small smirk on his lips. He was not unattractive but to you he was no more than another passer-by.

"I'm not alone, my boyfriend is just getting the car," you said cordially, hoping Jungkook won't be long.

"He can't be much of a boyfriend if he let you out here all alone," said the man, flicking his half-smoked cigarette into the puddle. He turned towards you, backing you into the wall.

"W-what are you doing?" you stuttered, but the man's hands were already on your hips as he crammed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened before you bit his lip bloody.

"You fucking bitch!" he snarled and rose his hand to slap you but another pair of arms locked on his shoulders, shoving him onto the wet street. Jungkook rained his fists down on him, beating him into a pulp with a series of sickening cracks of bone.

"Jungkook, no!" you rushed, placing your hand on his shoulder. He got up, pacing his breath. Your boyfriend cursed at the stranger and spat on his unconscious body. Yet an instant later, Jungkook found your eyes. He tilted your head aside, inspecting you for any injuries.

"Jungkook, I'm fine, it's okay," you rested your head on top of his, kissing the inside of his palm. The knuckles on his hand were bruised, turning pink and purple. You led him to the bathroom upon arriving home, gently taking care of his injury.

"Baby, it's okay, you don't have to do this," said your boyfriend, trying to take his hand back but a single pleading look from you defeated him on the spot. You wrapped his knuckles in a white bandage, kissing the top to make it better.

"Thank you," he whispered, running his fingers through your hair as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You rested your hands on his chest as he led the way across your lips when suddenly, the stranger from earlier appeared before you. His smell filled your nostrils and your eyes shot open. You pushed Jungkook away with all your might. Your boyfriend stood up straight, frowning at you. He took a step towards you, but you flinched away, whimpering.

"Y/N?" he asked astounded, taking another careful step towards you. You could feel your eyes fill with hot tears as you looked away in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, biting your lip to keep the memories of the horrifying stranger at bay.

"Baby, what's wrong? Tell me," said Jungkook in all seriousness but he did not dare to touch you, although he could barely restrain himself from taking you into his arms.

"It's nothing... It's just... that man..."

"What happened before I got there, Y/N?"

"N-nothing... just... h-he kissed me..."

"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he hurried, unable to restrain himself any further. He rose your chin with one hand, caressing your cheek with the other.

"I... I thought y-you saw..." you stuttered, barely finding enough strength to look your boyfriend in the eye.

"If I'd seen him touch you, I would never let him live," growled Jungkook, looking you dead in the eye. You averted your gaze, and leaned your forehead against his chest.

He picked you up into his arms and helped you get undressed before tucking you into bed with a soft kiss on top of your head. However, he did not fall asleep beside you. Instead, he remained awake, yearning for tomorrow when he would be able to finish off the stranger.

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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Sake: A love story to the rap line

Yoongi has a business proposition for you. You think working with him is a good decision for your business, if not necessarily your heart.

Pairing: Hoseok x F!reader, Yoongi x F!reader, Namjoon x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, angst, smut

Word count: 14.8k

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language

Part 1: How it starts

Part 2: Air miles

Part 3: Yoongi

Part 4: Namjoon

Part 5: Hoseok

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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Cry Me A River | Masterpost

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff, poly!au, mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

— status: ongoing

— warnings: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes

↳ there will likely be more specifics in certain chapters. just know that this series highlight some things that can be triggering to some

one. the breaking | you tried so hard to be enough

two. the lie | a house made of cards, they lived in your beautiful fairytale

three. the promise | if you told them about the darkness inside of you, would they still look at you like you're the sun?

four. the gentle heart | keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you

five. the void | no matter how many times you read a story over and over again, it always ends the same

six. the puppeteer | father wanted perfection, you fell in love with disorder

seven. the trial master | the only way to get rid of a buried memory is to face your past

eight. the scarlet drop | you can wipe someone's tears but not their memories

nine. the game of chess | everything's burned down into flames and all that's left is you right in the center, unable to escape

ten. coming soon...

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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“I’m not walking out on you.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: angst beta readers: @aurorassadprosee; @stayjimin word count: 6.3K

a/n: Ok lovelies, there’s no resolution to the fight in this yet lol. Reader/Kid is experiencing frustration along with a confusing mix of emotions and Yoongi is trying to keep up and make amends and yeah. I guess it’s just like sad? and frustrating? Anyways, here’s 6.3K words of Kid denying her emotions and pretending to not care nearly as much as she does. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

Staring at the back of your boyfriend’s head, you picked at your nails nervously. He was busy, you knew that, but he was always busy these days. One cancelled plan is understandable, hell even the second cancellation was valid with his line of work, but that didn’t keep you from feeling a bit rejected. You wanted to spend time with him and those desires were starting to take over your impulses as well as your emotions.

As he clicked away on his keyboard, one headphone over his ear as the other was pulled off in case you called for his attention, you worked up the courage to do just that. It’s just Yoongi, you thought to yourself. The worst he would do is tell you he can’t spare the time for you later, you could handle that, even if you didn’t want to hear any variation of rejection from him. Sighing at yourself, you sat up straight on his studio couch. “Hey, Yoongi?”

A hum met your ears as he quickly clicked a few more things on his monitor before pulling the headphones down to rest around his neck. “What’s up, Kid?” He asked, turning around in his chair to face you. He was so clueless to everything swirling around your head, and that was both assuring and frustrating. If he wasn’t concerned then that should be a good sign, right? But then again, if there was no problems on his horizon then why were you so stressed from your point of view?

“Are you gonna be busy tonight?” You asked, an edge of tentativeness in your tone that Yoongi easily picked up on. A pout slowly formed on his lips as he looked back at his monitor and thought for a moment.

“I don’t have to be,” he mumbled, looking back to you with a soft gaze.

“Yeah?” You questioned, staring at him intently. “It’s ok if you need to work, it’s just, I was thinking we could hang out just the two of us. Without work.” You waited for him to respond but he made no move to speak, simply watching you carefully instead. “It’s just you’ve been so busy and it’s been a few weeks since we hung out just us two without some sort of work invol-” you began to ramble on, over-explaining yourself out of nervousness.

“Kid, it’s ok, we can have a date night,” he interrupted you, flashing you a small gummy grin, entertained by your almost shy behavior. It was rare that he saw you act this way. Normally, you adored that smile, always wanting to see more of it. But the situation was becoming humiliating for you, as though you were begging for his attention; as though you weren’t ok without it. The smile taunted you and your vulnerability. “Wanna go out, or just at your place?”

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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“I still choose you every single day.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 2.1K

a/n: Hi, lovelies! Here’s a minor angst, mostly fluff piece to end your weekend with. This takes place about two days after their big fight in “I want to be happy about this but I’m just so angry”. Though they resolve the fight in “Love, we need to talk” this drabble deals with the remaining emotions and tension. As always, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

WATCHING Jin sleep next to you, you wished you could keep him in that peaceful of a state forever. You’d been watching him take extra care of you the past couple days, choosing every word and action carefully as he tried to prove himself to you. His unconscious state each night was the only break he got from your mental burdens he always carried on his shoulders as if it was his responsibility to do so.

He had fallen asleep while you were spooning him, but you couldn’t fall into the same slumber. You stared at his back and you felt like soothing your hands across it, but you didn’t want to wake him.

The expanse of his back was large, his shoulders strong and wide. But it had to get tiresome carrying around his own worries, much less yours, didn’t it? And you had only added to the load, giving him more concerns.

There is a sense of responsibility you feel for a person when you love them so dearly. Their struggles are yours, and yours theirs. But part of that responsibility includes protecting each other’s happiness. It’s hard to come to terms with the realization that you aren’t contributing to your loved ones’ happiness, but are rather hindering it.

If only you could go back to two days ago. If only you could control your irrationalities.

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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Hello ! May I request fluff prompt #4 with a in secret kiss with Joon 🥺

“OH, you’re jealous!”

namjoon x reader (or oc)

genre: fluff

word count: 689

a/n: Hi lovely! I ended up tying this into my ongoing “babe” couple, which comes from fics like “Please be here when I get back.” and “Please don’t cry.” but this actually takes place a couple weeks before my fic, “Catching me straddling you is not how I planned on them finding out about us.” (none of these fics are necessary to read to understand this drabble, but it just gives some background if you want it.) I hope you enjoy, and thanks for requesting! :))

NAMJOON sat in his studio chair, staring at you in surprise as he tried to figure out how the hell you and Yoongi became so friendly. Sure, you and Namjoon had been hanging around the dorm and studio quite a bit, under the guise of friends until you were comfortable with telling people about your relationship, but still, this whole thing between you and Yoongi was very new.

Yoongi had his phone out, swiping through his photos as he showed you different snapshots, you cooing at each one, telling him how cute they all were.

“This was last week,” Yoongi showed you the photo of god knows what, you leaning against Yoongi as you checked out the screen.

“Oh my god, that’s so adorable,” you pouted. Yoongi smiled shyly, and though you didn’t see it, Namjoon shot you both a look that said what the fuck?

“Alright, I better head out,” Yoongi announced, standing up as he shoved his phone in his pocket. “Just send over that verse when it’s done,” he told Namjoon.

“Mhmm,” Namjoon nodded coldly.

“See ya around,” Yoongi told you before leaving the studio, you waving with a smile.

“You two seem friendly,” Namjoon said immediately after the door shut.

You shrugged, sitting forward on the couch. “He’s so quiet, but sometimes he can get quite chatty,” you said mindlessly as you looked over Joon’s shoulder at his computer screen. “How is that verse coming?”

“Hm? Yeah, fine,” he quickly dismissed. “How would you know he gets chatty?”

You cocked your head, staring at your boyfriend in confusion as you cracked a smile. “I mean did you see that? He was talkative.”

“Oh, I definitely saw it,” Namjoon mumbled, turning his chair from you to face his monitor.

“He was excited,” you added. “It was cute.” Namjoon scoffed in response as he prepared to put his headphones back on. “Wait, what was that?” You asked your boyfriend, now extremely confused by his cold demeanor.

“Nothing, just don’t know why you would know when he’s excited about something,” Namjoon mumbled toward his computer.

Standing up, you stepped toward your boyfriend. “Because he told me? He’s excited because he has a date with his girlfriend and hasn’t seen her all week,” you informed Namjoon.

“When did he say that?” Namjoon asked, turning his chair around to face you again, only for you to plop into his lap.

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you smiled at your boyfriend. “Just a few minutes ago? Right before he started showing me photos of her with his dog.”

“Wait, what?” Namjoon asked, looking dumbfounded as he directed his gaze to the couch where you were previously sat next to Yoongi.

“OH,” you suddenly exclaimed in realization. “You’re jealous.” You smirked as Namjoon looked at you bashfully, a dimply grin plastered to his face at being busted.

“I’m not jealous of Yoongi, I just—”

“I’ve never seen you jealous before, this is new,” you teased your boyfriend, triggering him to chuckle and pull you closer to him so he could hide his face in your neck. “It’s cute,” you giggled. “Kind of sexy.”

At that, Namjoon looked up at you. “Yeah?” He smirked.

You nodded, kissing his forehead. “We’ll tell them about us soon, ok? Then you won’t have reason to be jealous, they’ll know I’m yours,” you smiled, bringing your hand to run through his soft hair.

Namjoon nodded, hiding a guilty grin because little did you know, he had already told all the members pretty much the moment you agreed to officially be his girlfriend about a month and a half ago. Which also meant that Yoongi was well aware you and Namjoon were together, making Namjoon’s jealousy all the sillier. But he wouldn’t tell you that yet.

“For now, we’ll just enjoy sneaking around, ok?” You smirked, placing another kiss to his forehead, then to his temple, the apple of his cheek, his dimple, and finally his lips.

Namjoon gripped your thigh with one hand, the other squeezing your waist as he deepened the kiss. “Yeah,” he mumbled into the kiss. “Secrecy.”

Fuckin liar.

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shining-jhobi · 3 years ago

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9:13 PM - Yoongi (ft. Jungkook)

(A/N: for the anon requesting a drabble based off of jk saying yoongi hyung wouldn't scold him. this was SO fun to write!!!)

Yoongi liked to keep you all to himself.

You got along with the others- had common interests with Namjoon, a genuine friendship with Jin, ongoing inside jokes with Taehyung. They loved you, adored you even.

"I used to worry about how the boys would react to meeting you," Yoongi said one night, kissing the top of your shoulder from behind with the upmost gentleness. "Seems silly now."

"Why? Because they like me better than you?" You joked, sighing contently when he pushed the strap of your top off of your shoulder, exposing more skin for himself. He smiled against your skin, moving your braid that laid neatly between your shoulder blades to one side.

"Yes, exactly," He snarked sarcastically.

"Are you jealous?" You mumbled, craning your head to look at him better. He dragged his eyes up to meet yours, unwavering attention directed towards you.

He hummed pensively, his hand reaching up to hold your face still, leaning into your small frame until his lips brushed against yours, "No, I like it."

You didn't think much of it, brushing it off until a couple weeks later, when you were meant to head to Yoongi's to hang out for the night. You waited patiently for him to answer the door, expecting your boyfriend on the other side until Jungkook's beaming face appeared before you, swinging the door open confidently.

Jungkook greeted you without honorifics, pulling you into a bear hug, "Finally- I'm starving, let's eat!"

You grinned, always happy to see Jungkook but felt a little confused- tonight was meant to be just you and your boyfriend. You said nothing , searching for an explanation in the form of Yoongi- standing with his arms crossed, leaning his hip against the dining table impatiently.

"He just showed up," Yoongi said plainly, ignoring Jungkook's arm laced around your waist.

You bit your lip but shrugged, sitting beside Yoongi quietly while Jungkook sat across from you, looking over a lit candle at you. You complimented the plate of food in front of you, grinning at your boyfriend when he shrugged gruffly and mumbled something about not putting much effort in.

"You should try my cooking- it's just as good as Yoongi's." Jungkook grinned.

"That's because I was the one who taught you how to cook," Yoongi pointed out.

You were about to laugh, reaching for your glass of water, when you felt a hand close over your thigh, Yoongi's strong fingers pressing into your skin. You pressed your mouth into a thin line, looking at him from the corner of your eye. Things kept on like that, Jungkook toeing the line of flirty and simply being himself. You looked at him with suspicion, wondering what was going on in that head of his every time he threw a coded comment towards Yoongi or you.

Yoongi kept his eyes on you, disregarding Jungkook completely. The second you found yourself alone with your boyfriend, you rushed to his side, squishing against him on his couch. He grunted, looking at your knee pressing into his side incessantly before throwing you a pointed look.

"What the hell is going on?" You whispered at him, gesturing towards where Jungkook had headed off towards the kitchen for a drink.

"I know, he's being so obvious it's embarrassing," Yoongi smirked, flicking through the movies on Netflix, debating on what to choose.

"Why are you letting him get away with this?" You whined, "Doesn't it bother you?"

He paused, a serious look on his face now, "Is it making you uncomfortable?"

"No-"

"Then whatever, he's just being him. I already knew he wanted to fuck you, I just didn't know how desperate he was for it." He quipped. "Tell me if he makes you uncomfortable and I'll do something."

You felt yourself blush- news of Jungkook's attraction towards you was foreign to your mind. It had never occurred to you that he might have a crush on you, you figured he was just messing around.

"So what? You'd be okay with me fucking your dongsaeng?" You gasped, turning more fully towards him. This was all so fascinating, you never would've expected this from Yoongi.

He looked like a caught cat, eyes wide and mouth pressed to a thin line. You grasped again, more dramatically this time, realizing that the answer was yes. Yoongi rolled his eyes, sputtering out a quick response, "It's not like whatever he's pulling right now is working-"

The two of you stared at each other for a beat, the two of you breathing a little too heavily, your thighs pressing together a fraction of an inch.

"Is it..." Yoongi asked slowly, looking at you out of the corner of his eye with an amused smile growing on his face, "Working?"

You blushed, feigning outrage and slapping Yoongi on the bicep with a weak hand. He laughed childishly, practically fucking giggled and you hit him again.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" You snapped, crossing your arms tightly.

Jungkook came back a moment later, handing Yoongi a glass of wine with a sweet smile and flopping on the couch beside you. He threw his arm over the back of the sofa, resting his hand just being your head, "So, what are we watching?"

You sucked in an antsy breath, eyes flitting between both Yoongi and Jungkook sandwiching you from either side.

This was gonna be an eventful night.

Things were fine, slipping back into more normal conversation for the three of you. You laughed at Jungkook's jokes and Yoongi's deadpan comments, feeling all too at ease when you felt a soft touch through your hair, massaging your scalp.

Yoongi knew how much you loved that- being cared for like this. He'd spent hours rubbing circles into the base of your neck, dragging fingers through your hair and massaging deeply. You let an involuntary noise slip from your lips, a happy little sigh before sinking into the touch, eyes slipping closed.

"I didn't know you had such soft hair," Jungkook purred, making you freeze instantly.

Your eyes snapped open, flashing over to Yoongi, who had a comically astonished look on his face.

"Yah- you really want her that bad?" Yoongi exclaimed, seeming more surprised than angry.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jungkook grinned mischievously.

"You're pushing your luck, Jungkook."

Jungkook beamed, tilting his head in the most adorable way. If you didn't know him better, you'd miss the two little devil horns poking out of his shiny hair. Jungkook laughed carelessly, eyes crinkling at the corners, "It's Yoongi hyung- he won't scold me, will you?"

He snapped his head towards your boyfriend, who was glaring back at him from over his wine glass. You smirked, leaning back to watch the show. Yoongi always checked you when you had an attitude, snapped you back into place. He had the sharpest tongue, everyone knew that. There's a reason he gave off brat tamer vibes. He was going to kick Jungkook's ass so hard, this would be-

"No, probably not," Yoongi said flatly, shrugging.

Your jaw fell open, a shocked scoff leaving your lips.

"See?" Jungkook grinned cockily, "Hyung and I are solid- we share everything."

Even girlfriends?

You raised your eyebrows, beyond overwhelmed at the entire situation. You shifted slightly, the room feeling a million degrees warmer and why couldn't you catch your breath and oh no- you could feel yourself getting turned on.

"You didn't let me finish- I probably won't scold you, but I'm gonna break that arm if you don't get your hand out of my girlfriend's hair." Yoongi said with a straight face.

Jungkook hissed and lifted his hand off of you immediately, tucking into his side obediently. Yoongi said nothing else, replacing his hand where Jungkook's had been in your hair just a moment ago.

"Head scratches are my thing," Yoongi grumbled. "If you really wanted her to fuck you, you should've just sang in front of her- that would've gotten you laid in a second. She likes your singing."

"That's true," You noted, nodding vacantly.

"Damn," Jungkook muttered under his breath. "Next time."

Wait- next time?

masterlist.

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