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The Taste of Deceit(Hyungline Part Two-Finale)

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Hyungline- Part 1, Part 2: Hoseok, Namjoon

Warnings: Violence, Dark Characters with Darker Intentions. Disturbing imagery, allusions, blood, and slight gore. And the most important- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT(Dub-con, Non-con).

This took me so long...It has been a long year.

Word Count: 13k-ish

Happy New Year Everyone.

Kindly excuse typos and errors. No advanced editing done.

(GIF credits to the owner)

"Where are the rest of them?"

The man leading the team asked as he inspected the bloodied bodies of his colleagues, keeping an eye on the cold corpses, while the rest of the team spread out in the house, in search of Officer (L/N)(Y/N).

They were not very hopeful regarding her survival.

The backup force in the adjacent house, who were allotted to keep a watchful eye, were all found on the floor--cold and mangled. It was a direct dent in the department. A declaration of war.

His eyes scanned through the bed, trying to figure out any oddity in the darkness. Switching on the lights would alert the lurking enemies. And he could not afford to lose more of his team members. Tentatively, his gloved hands ran through the bloodied sheet, the room stunk of it.

Finally!

He found something, a square–no, rectangular device. Fishing it out from below the covers, he inspected the device. It seemed akin to a voice recorder. Marred with blood, the man had every reason to consider if (Y/N) deliberately left it there for them to find her, or maybe a clue...they were too late.

Wiping away the blood, he switched it on.

There were a few muffled sounds and some glitches initially before he could clearly hear–

There was a continuous huffing before he heard a gasp and a moan.

"Who do you belong to? Huh–?"

"You-Oh my–ah!"

"Why–I thought y-you fucking worked for the authorities."

"I—Jin-hah! That's notyou, Please!"

It was somewhere between a beg, a cry and a moan. The captain stood still, blood beginning to boil. But he continued to listen.

Officer (L/N)'s gasps and the sound of skin slapping were clear to him as much as what was transpiring in the recording.

"Please Jin—just surr–surrender, this was—"

Smack!

"Tch! Shut it already—You– and I both know that they are never seeing us again!"

"Oh–my—"

"Right Baby, just let g–go–shit! Too much of this fuc-fuking game–yeah? It'sokay..."

The sounds that followed felt like a slap on his face. No, it was a slap on the whole fucking department's face.

"I forgive you, love."

That was the final straw, the officer rose his hands to smash the bloody thing on the ground. Kim Seokjin messed with the wrong person, he fucking spit on the Department. He was going to hunt—

He paused midway.

Kim Seokjin left the tape deliberately. It was an open challenge to the department, he even did not bother to clean up after the murdering two of the officers himself, not the rest too. The recording, the murder scene, the whole house— all these were powerful pieces of evidence.

So why would he just...Leave them behind?

That sly rat obviously did not want to get caught.

But the evidence...

Unless...

"Officers! Officers wherever you are get out of the building I said evacuate the buildings. Over."

He held the tape close as he rushed out of the room and into the hallway."

"Sir, what is wrong?" One of the officers asked through the device.

"It's a trap! I REPEAT IT'S A TRAP! EVACUATE THE—-"

BOOM!

The deafening boom was swift, followed by another within a millisecond, but the amber and the sparks were quicker.

And within a moment, the two buildings burst into flames. Fire and fireproof helmets flying out, some parts of burning cloths, burnt uniforms and perhaps some skin attached to them.

—---

Jin smiled at her sleeping form through the mirror before he felt his burner phone vibrating.

"Sir, it's done." A voice from the other side spoke as soon as he picked up the call.

"Good, now get out of there." Jin instructed before hanging up the call.

He could finally lean back. His eyes remained on the road ahead, along with a smile that he did not wish to wipe anytime soon.

—--------

Waking up was a slow process. But (Y/N) had not felt more blissful before. She felt like she was surrounded by soft clouds. She felt pampered, and it was not a feeling foreign to her but she was relaxed and—-

She woke up with a start, shaking the remaining sleep off her, though her mind was still a bit muddled. Flashes of the night before occupied her mind as she blinked to clear up her vision. He...What had she done?

Did she give in?

She just...She just laid there, under him, taking whatever he gave her

She put her whole department to shame and yet—

The gentle fingers brushing through her hair, detangling the tresses were all too familiar to even guess– she knew it was Jin. Laying behind her.

"How did you sleep?" It was the morning voice that she was used to, but this time, she was alert for a whole new reason.

Did he wish to play with her a bit before slaughtering her?

There was one thing that Kim Seokjin would never forgive, she had learnt in her two years with him– betrayal.

Expecting forgiveness from him after stabbing him in the back was like trying to dig up a well in a desert.

"You need to relax, Love. As I said yesterday, I forgive you."

She frowned but did not dare to turn.

"I forgive you..."

"I forgive you..."

"I forgive you..."

Was that what she heard before she fell into a tired, hopeless, dreamless slumber?

Even if she were to die, she knew that she was no coward. And she would not die like one. So (Y/N) turned around, facing the man who shaped her nightmares and dreams.

Turning around, she realised she was naked, while he was in his usual night pyjamas. And while she had been naked with him several times before, this made her feel vulnerable, exposed even.

"You did not give away the other pen drive, Jagi. Of course, I forgive you. How can I not?"

He looked soft, hair ruffled, eyes slightly swollen, and overall deceptively harmless.

"You killed them."

As long as she could remember, there were two bodies. Two of her seniors lay bloodied and dead on the bed.

"Yes, Jagi, I killed them all." Jin's smile was sweet, the one she had grown used to.

And so was it unhinged.

"You can't hide forever, you know?"

"We, Love. It's us against them. You proved your loyalty to me last night. The remaining doubts shall be dealt with effectively." He rose slightly with the support of his elbow and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "I will be back, yeah?"

He left after that. Left her with her thoughts as she spiralled further and further down. All the things that had gone wrong and that she had done wrong. Two of the senior-most officers were dead. The department would hunt her down, hunt them down.

She had no clue how long it had been until Jin returned with a tray that she assumed contained breakfast.

"I had the maids prepare a light breakfast, did not want you to get your stomach upset again."

She frowned. Why did she not remember any of that?

"I–I threw up last night?"

"Yes, you did, even had a fever. Perhaps things were too much for you. Had me worried there for a while. Now, rise up, you must eat something."

"Why are you doing this?" She refused to believe that she was 'forgiven', she was not even apologising in the first place. "If this is your way of prolonging—"

"I could have killed you the day I found out who you were."

She stilled at his words. They were obvious but that did not stop the chill that descended into her spine. It was a strange cocktail of sadness and affirmation.

"But I didn't..."

I couldn't

The words lingered with uncertainty in the air.

"I wanted to see how far this little game goes. And then I saw it..." He tilted his head as his lips curved into a condescending smirk "...How naïve you were. It's pathetic actually. Thinking what you do is the 'right thing'."

"You run an underworld business of drugs and weapons Jin. No matter what you do, how you are, you cannot separate that from yourself...You have blood on your hands Jin and the only way to wash it—"

He interrupted her with a loud scoff that broke into a cackle.

"Honey, you don't wash it all off, it took my blood sweat and money to build this empire. And then I watch some puppet idealists coming to topple it...It's amusing."

He gently laid the breakfast tray on the foldable table placed over her lap.

"It's a game (Y/N). A big game where people like you are only disposable pawns...Why do you think the department is bothered about me now? Why not years back? I was easier to crush then."

When she only frowned, he continued.

"Because they are not hunting for sweeping the city, or the nation clean. They are hunting for those who cannot be loyal to them. Once you are ready to spend billions on election campaigns, domestic and international deals, give money to their pretty puppets and invest in their projects– be their loyal dogs, do the dirty work for them...You are free to do whatever the fuck you want."

He gently cupped her cheeks, leaning in to level with her gaze. "One Government topples, so does their favours upon their underworld allies, the next one would only want to uproot them all. It's not about just tice, or charity, or protecting the city. It never was. It has and always been about power...Once they find out that you have not handed over the other pen drive, you are going to end up with a 'criminal' bullet lodged into your head."

"What about the bullets in those officers' bodies?"

Jin only smiled "If my soul were made of what has shaped yours, Jagi...I would not have been where I am."

He placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Get something into your system. I will prepare a bath for you."

Standing up, he towered over her.

"For now, you are not allowed to step out of the room without my explicit permission. Not until my trust in you is restored completely. You still went to meet them, and I cannot risk another slip-up."

"So I am your prisoner."

"Of course not, Jagi. I have a special place for my 'prisoners'. You are the woman I love and refuse to lose. You are the one for me. But fortunately, love cannot blind me to the realities of your position. It is just a bump in the road, we will pass through this."

She could not even begin to decipher what odd amalgamation of emotions she was feeling at the moment. It was all too much. But she knew one thing...She was trapped. A trap she had willingly walked into.

"I will let you have the bath to yourself. Finish up, okay?"

With that, Jin walked into the bathroom. The little muffled sounds here and there let her know that he was doing what he said he would do. Exactly that.

—--

The water felt perfect against her skin, washing away the aches and clammy sensation. But nothing could wash away him. He was imprinted on her mind, and even if he had thoughtfully left her alone in the bathroom, (Y/N) felt him everywhere, in everything. It was like the whole place, not just the bathroom or the room, but each brick was breathing Kim Seokjin.

It was an odd situation. After everything she had seen and experienced, she knew that there was something going on in Jin's mind– he was concocting a plan and if he was not, then he had already emerged as victorious.

She would not be surprised though. He had himself revealed that he had known her true occupation for a while now. It was all a bait. Her two seniors were dead, and perhaps even her colleagues who were in the other house and—

The realisation hit her like a truck. Before she knew it, she was scrambling out of the tub, splashing water everywhere, slipping here and there. But she did make it back to the room, albeit with only a bath robe on, she rushed out of the bathroom, only to begin searching for a TV remote.

She finally found it on the nightstand.

"There are only speculations we can make as no confirmation has been provided by the Police Department or the intelligence. The intensity of the blast was moderate but enough to kill each and every officer present in the two buildings...."

The words of the reporter sank later than the pictures being displayed on the screen. There were all twenty of them.

Five of whom she had personally worked with on her previous missions. Out of the five, two were the ones she recognised as friends, close friends.

The rest of the six were acquaintances and the others, she could barely remember their names.

But all of them were her colleagues.

Her colleagues with families to look after, one of them was expecting his first child in the world, and another was the only hope for her aged and ailing parents.

And now, they all were reduced to nothing but burnt flesh and ashes.

"Jagi, I thought you were in for a nice, relaxing bath, why are you crying?"

She had not taken notice of his presence first, it was only after he gently wiped her tears did she realise her predicament.

It was like she had blood in her hands.

"Why?"

When she looked at him with the question, his unreadable eyes expressed the unexpressed. There was no other thought in her mind.

"They were innocent—"

Jin cackled– one that sounded everything that she had heard before when it concerned an expression of glee. But felt like nothing she had felt before. One that could inspire unadulterated fear. It was sinister– mockingly sinister at its best.

She had fallen in love with a cruel, cold and evil man.

"You have known me for years now, have you not...(Y/N). Have I ever been forgiving to obstacles? They were the wall between us, our love."

And yet he claimed to love her.

"It was a small warning, Jagi. You know that I could do worse."

He was right. She knew him, after all.

"Now, we would not have to worry about some petty people in uniform trying to come after us. Don't think too much about this and tire yourself out."

He took the remote from her grasp with ease and switch the television off before gently leading her back to the bathroom.

(Y/N) was in a daze, letting him take her out of the bathrobe with ease before he put her back in the bathtub after moderating the temperature again. But when he joined her, the feeling of his warm skin rubbing against hers broke her daze, but the faces of her colleagues never vanished from her mind.

She heard him sigh as he pulled her over his lap, relaxing in the perfectly warm water, basking in the soothing fragrance of lavender and pines. It felt like once she closed her eyes, she would be somewhere else, somewhere beautiful.

But she did not dare to close them.

(Y/N) knew that the moment she closed her eyes, the faces of her friends and colleagues would flash in front of her.

She felt his body against hers, roaming hands, fingers drawing circles over her shoulder to comfort her. But none of them worked.

"I know that there is a lot of questions in your mind, so may dilemmas. But you will see Jagi. You will see how much far we have come. You chose me. You made the right choice."

His voice was that of a siren– hypnotic, melodious, but one that would lead its follower to their ultimate demise.

That was Kim Seokjin.

He told her once that she was the one for him, and they would grow old together.

She knew that he would have it no other way.

He was not afraid to spark a bloody battle for that. But there was no line to it. He did not care who or what the price was-- he would have what he wanted, where he wanted.

She realised when he turned her head to land a soft but promising kiss on her lips.

He wanted a battle?

His lips were soft but firm, his hand on the side of her neck left no room for backing away.

She would give him war.

She kissed him back, cautious, but not empty of thoughts.

***

The days were humid, and the nights invited light to moderate rainfall. Life in the relatively remote town was peaceful, in a nutshell. 

To live in innocuous obscurity, to work for nothing but to run her and her family was what (Y/N) needed after everything she and her sister had been through—her sister Chae, her only surviving family. The same family she had smashed someone’s heart for and perhaps ruined his life forever.

She might as well be a monster in his eyes. But with her experience through all this, she had learned that not all monsters were evil. And that just made everything much more complicated. 

She never knew Min Yoongi. 

Of course, she had heard of him, maybe even seen his pictures a handful of times, but never paid much attention. 

Not until Chae, her sweet little sister, and her only family, was diagnosed with an illness that was slowly swallowing her up. And (Y/N)’s regular office job could not pay the bills for too long. Their savings were running out, and the treatment and medicines were weighing heavy.

She was desperate.

Truly desperate

And truly desperate people never weigh morals, risks, or possibilities.

They take any chance given to them.

So did she, when a decorated officer offered her a chance to save her sister and find a better life for both of them.

She took the chance; it only took her a day to think through everything. They were paying for her sister’s treatment and the medical bills; they were to overlook Chae and her security, and the net money to be transferred into her bank account after the work was done was good enough.

That one offer had everything she desperately needed. Not desired. Needed.

She was never worried about herself– walking under the shadow of a man like Min Yoongi, she had to have courage. And she was courageous because she was desperate. Whatever she had heard of the man was foul deeds and evil temperament; she had never let that diminish her courage.

To the officers, Min Yoongi was a monster. A clever monster who needed to be pulled out of the sea.

It was for the betterment of society– she was not doing anything morally wrong if perceived through those lenses.

But that was the catch. 

People, morality and justice were not read through a single lens, they needed prisms to look at, to analyse.

She had learned that with her time spent with Min Yoongi. Her experience defied every other fact she had learned from her temporary employers. He was no monster. But as she dug deeper into his life and his personality, she discovered that the officers were no liars either. 

Min Yoongi was a monster after all. But he was not evil. Not every monster was evil, not every evil looked like a monster.

Min Yoongi was an intimidating man. True to the officers’ words, he was a dangerous man too. Before she knew it, she was already praying that the assumptions about him would be proven false and that she would never have to hear his deeds from his lips. 

The same lips that had kissed her so softly, the eyes that looked at her with such a distinct tenderness, closed when her fingers traced his scar. Her touch was soft, but his hold on her would be delicate. It always had been.

Until the doomed night. 

She was frozen with shock when she looked into his eyes– the same eyes that once held tenderness seemed to belong to a true predator. For the first time, she truly felt the danger that she was in.

She was in a lion’s den. Unarmed. Unprepared. But desperate.

She saw the shadow fall over his face, she truly saw why even a decorated officer would not like to mess with Min Yoongi without an intricate strategy and heavy backup.

And yet, she had mouthed ‘Run’ to him.

 As if she wanted him to get away. To be saved. 

Perhaps he did need a second chance— to be saved from the chilling darkness she had seen merging with him.

But she was no saint, and definitely not his saviour.

She was his doom. 

It was an opportunity too good, too bright a chance. And she took it. 

Yes, she had grown to care for him, even sympathise with him, more than she would like to admit. But she loved her sister. And she did whatever she needed to do to save her only family.

She had religiously avoided watching the news for months. Three months since she had settled into town with her little sister. She did not want to burden herself anymore.

I did what I needed to. We needed to survive.

She told herself again as she prepared warm milk for Chae along with her medicine. It had become kind of a ritual ever since that night.

“Chae, get off the tablet now. Time for bed.” She called out from the kitchen before making her way to their room from the kitchen with the tray with her.

“Just a few more minutes!”

(Y/N) could not help but feel uplifted by the sound of her sister’s chirpy voice, it had withered so pitifully once. But now, as she was recovering, their trips to the hospital had reduced from every three days to twice a month. 

“No. Screentime’s over. Give that to me.”

Despite her sister’s whining, she took the gadget from her tiny hands and replaced it with the cup of milk.

“Say ‘Aaa’”

Chae opened her mouth wide as (Y/N) put a circular tablet into it before helping her gulp it down.

She let out a soft sigh after she finished the cup– soft pink in shade with the partially protruding face of a smiling panda.

“Let’s get you to bed. Why don’t you show me how you make your bed before going to sleep?”

“Yes!” Chase jumped up, ready to show (Y/N) her newfound field of expertise.

“Look, you first, take off the pillows, clear off your bed…” She spoke as if there were cameras around, like the lifestyle shows and YouTube videos on ‘How to Do Household Chores Right’.

She had been watching such stuff lately. And while (Y/N) felt that her Chae might be a little too young to learn how to make pancakes, if her sister enjoyed the sense of independence and thrived in it, (Y/N) did not mind.

She watched her little sister work with a fond smile until she was done and was beaming with a smile that (Y/N) held the most precious to herself.

“And look, it's all done!”

(Y/N) clapped in appreciation and played along, before tucking her into bed and switching off the lights, keeping the nightlights that made the ‘Glow-in-the-dark’ wall stickers illuminate better before placing a goodnight kiss on the top of her and leaving the room.

—---

Laying on the bed after a long day felt good. She doubted that anything could even compare to the comfort and sense of safety a familiar, comfortable bed would provide after a long day of toil and trials.

Sighing, she let herself sink into a relaxed state of mind, welcoming the sleep that was rapidly filling her eyes– rapid but soft and—

Buzz! Buzz!

The vibration from her phone jerked her out of the sweet lull with a low gasp. Her senses stood alert as she blinked away the rest of the sleep. In the dark room, her phone’s screen illuminated in a way that there was no other way but to look at it. As if, it had a sense of urgency to it. as if it demanded for her to look into the text.

She knew, of course, that it was all but her imagination– the phone would not buzz a different way for different situations, and neither would it illuminate any brighter to alert her.

With a tired sigh and heavy eyes, she unlocked her phone and opened the message from an unknown number.

Indeed, it was a very important message.

—------

It was a nice place– at least nice in the sense that it served good food and had a warm and cosy atmosphere– something one would expect from a cafe in a fairly isolated town.

 Not many people visited the town, neither tourists knew about it. A perfect hiding corner in the country indeed. They had considered sending her out of the country, and they had assured her that once things settled down, they would.

But here was the thing– she depended on one of the officers to inform her if the ‘things had settled down’. (Y/N) had consciously avoided any news or updates regarding Min Yoongi. 

She was indeed afraid of coming across something upsetting. She already was miserable with guilt.

Sure, she never loved Min Yoongi, but she had grown to care for him, to understand him and truly see him for what he was– a love-starved, broken soul.

“So…” 

She began, eyeing the door and the road outside for any sign of a vehicle with red and blue sirens.

“Is there something to be worried about?”

In her time with Min Yoongi, she had mastered the art of poise, to some extent. However, she never had the chance to master her fear– she never felt the need to. It was an odd sense of safety in his company, she knew that nothing could touch her when she was with him.

But he was an exception.

The man in front of him was an officer in disguise. She remembered him for he had been closely associated with Mission Raven.

“I have not been keeping track of any news regarding—”

“There’s nothing on the news Ms (L/N). Nothing at all. That night, the police station blew off.”

She stilled, slowly processing his words.

“There was no record of his arrest because he was to be shifted to a bigger, more secure station overnight but…”

“So…So everyone there…”

The officer sighed and nodded.

“Min Yoongi was never found. What a coincidence.” He shook his head with a bitter chuckle “When I joined the police force, I thought that I was going to be a hero– help the people in need, bring justice…That night, when my eyes met Min Yoongi’s, I felt my resolve faltering for the second time in my life.” 

He shook his head with a sardonic tilt of his lips.

“The first time was while I shot a criminal dead.” He added before taking a sip of the coffee that no longer had steam rising from its surface. “Overall, I am glad that I and two of my teammates had gone out for a cigarette break…So we survived.” 

He gulped and eyed his surroundings with a subtle nervousness that made her heart thrum with warnings.

“Though I have been transferred to some other city, I thought that I must warn you. I waited, did not want him to track you down. Miss (L/N), I suggest that you leave with your sister tonight, and leave the country as soon as you can. Min Yoongi’s men killed every person in the building. We hid, but we saw him walk out, saw them walk out…Oh–look, please don’t panic.”

It was when his flow broke did she realised that her cheeks were damp with tears.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” The young officer frowned in concern.

“I…I need to lea-ve.”She cracked up, as her voice crumbled. 

With quivering legs and hands, she rose from her chair, uncaring of the loud scraping.

“I can drop you.” He offered.

“No…No, you…you should leave. We are no longer safe. Are we?” 

The officer pursed his lips before shaking his head.

Picking up his card from the desk, along with her handbag, she rushed out of the place, gasping for breaths. She thought she might feel better with some fresh air in her lungs. But she had no time to think. She simply rushed to her car and drove away.

(Y/N) felt like she was in a daze.

It felt like a bad dream. An ominous one.

But it was no omen, it was no dream.

It was real.

During her two years with Min Yoongi, she came to understand him to some extent. Nothing slipped past his mind, ever. 

A favour or a betrayal, he paid his debts. With interest.

And she had gifted him, on that night, one of the worst betrayals a man could endure. She had seen love in his eyes before that doomed night.

But that night, he had the misfortune to witness the flicker of madness– simmering, still tame, in control. There was an odd gleam in his eyes– one that reminded her why Min Yoongi was so feared after all.

Hastily parking her car, she rushed out of the vehicle and into her house. The setting sun cast an amber glow into the sky that was gradually descending into deep blue and lavender. It might rain heavily– not ideal for travelling, but she had no other option. 

They had no other—

As soon as she entered the apartment, her thoughts turned silent.

 Everything felt tense.

For once, her heart skipped a beat. But she was reassured by reminding herself that Chae would be usually taking a nap by this time. 

For once, she thought that she finally had the peace she had always craved. But now as she moved towards Chae’s room to wake her up, she realised how wrong she had been.

With a plan still under construction in her spiralling mind, she opened the door to Chae’s room. The blinds were pulled down, plunging the room into an unusual darkness.

“Chae?” She called out tentatively before switching on the night light.

She noticed her sister’s face first, eyes closed and limbs hanging– and then the body–no, the man who had her in his arms.

Her mind, her thoughts, and her senses plunged into a heavy silence. A silence so profound that (Y/N) could hear a low but unending beep in her ears.

She could see the outline of a back, along with the hair just teasing his shoulders. She would recognise the profile anywhere, at any time. But when the man finally turned, she could not help but take a step back, gluing herself to the wall, under the shadows as her breathing hitched.

There was nothing significantly different, at least whatever view the limited light provided her with showed that. But somehow, his form seemed to swallow every corner of the room. The scar that ran through his eyes till his upper cheek was almost faded out by the shades of blue the nightlight provided.

But she could see his smirk– a crooked, twisted smirk that made her whimper. A sudden gleam had her eyes dropping to his hand that held her sister with a silver gun flat on her back, his forefinger already on the trigger.

“You never told me about your sister…(Y/N).” He drawled, and she thought his truest, rawest nature stood before her.

A predator that loved to chase but also took its time.

“No…No!” Her voice came out as strangled as her brittle knees gave out

“Shhh, you’ll wake her up. I read out a story to her before tucking her in.”

His voice was calm, hushed and steady– a sinister melody attached to it, following his movements as he looked above her. She had not even noticed the two men standing behind her. It was only after they walked past her and took her sleeping sister in their arms that the wheels began to turn in her head.

“W-where are you taking her? No!” With skidding legs and blurred vision, she rushed to them, trying to pry her sister away from them, only to be pulled back by the man whose presence overpowered everyone and everything in the house.

“Yoongi, please! She’s innocent, punish me but—”

Her words were caught in her throat when his gaze held hers. She was looking into the eyes of a creature of the night. The blue light only enhanced the sinister shade his face carried. He was perhaps paler, broader yet his face seemed sharper. No trace of softness.

“You know how many times I dreamt of that night over and over again?” He pushed her closer, so close that she could feel his quivering breath– as if he was barely restraining himself.

“My sister needed—”

“They were simply fishing for the right victim and you just took the bait. What do you think, they would come to ‘save’ you? They don’t fucking care!” He spat.

Under the nightlight, he looked rogue, savage, unfearing.

“You are a criminal Yoongi.” She had no idea where she had found the strength to speak those words, but she did.

He smiled coldly “Of course I am, Love. The one they fear and now won’t dare challenge. You see, there is nothing between us now.”

 Her wall of protection had disappeared. (Y/N) knew that she could never depend on them for long, but everything toppling overnight? She had not seen this coming.

“You betrayed me, but also saved me.” He concluded and she felt his hold tightening on her arms like a python.

“No, Yoongi…I didn’t save you. I am not your saviour Yoongi.”

“Oh, Love…I cannot be saved anyway, I don’t want to be…All that is left for you is to accept me as I am. No ifs and buts.”

But how? She never wanted this…She never loved him!

“Y-Yoongi…I don’t–I don’t love you…”, 

The silence made her stomach flip. But her proximity to him made her fear for her life. 

“They really had filled your mind with filth…” He drawled before she felt the iron grip of his fingers on her jaws. It was not instantly painful, but with each passing moment, the ache rose.

“Look at me, look into my eyes and tell me.”

 The simmering ambre flared into an all-engulfing fire in his eyes. Some strands of his hair fell forward, exposing the deranged lover that hid behind the poised man.

She peered into the rage and chaos simmering in his feline eyes- dark but raging with emotions, yet hollowed with loneliness.

“I cared Yoongi, I always did. That is why I wanted you to survive. I wanted you to run, despite knowing who you were, I wanted you to run. But I could never love you.”

It was an odd amalgamation– she feared him, yet pitied him. He, to her, resembled a lost predator. Surviving, hunting, doing what he was born to do…but lost, alone.

“Please Yoongi…Let Chae go…She’s a child. Let us go.” She begged again, her hopes flaring when his hold on her loosened, hands falling to his side as he took a step back.

He only chuckled and looked away. 

“I guess our past actions do have consequences…” 

In the silence, his lowly voice sounded ominous 

“And I must reap them…” He paused before turning back to her “But so would you.”.

She watched the simmering ambre erupting into an all-consuming volcano before he tapped on the earpiece attached to his left ear.

“Is the child with you? Okay, take out your gun and shoot her when I command.”

“NO! NO! Yoongi, please! No”

She was already on her knees, she did not care as long as her only family was safe. His cold eyes peered down at her with a chilling poise before he bent down a bit and cupped her cheek, breaking the neverending stream of tears.

“Wipe off the tears and come with me. If anyone suspects something, you sweet little sister will pay.”

(Y/N) sat frozen, not even registering the thrumming on her knees.

Maybe she was wrong–

Min Yoongi was a monster after all.

And monsters were unforgiving creatures.

—------

Min Yoongi knew that he was not a saint.

He was not a kind man.

But he was also not evil. Not to the people he loved, truly loved and cared for. And definitely not to the love of his life.

He had no shame in admitting– he was a monster- the worst of them all. A walking, talking, repulsive nightmare.

 But he loved her. He had forgiven her the very night he was ‘arrested’. 

How could he not, when she looked at him with more kindness than he had ever known in this world?

But when she outrightly refused to have ever loved him, the illusion began to crack. 

“They were right about you…I never believed them until now but now I do. You truly are an evil monster.”

She had whispered those words to him as soon as they were in his estate. Even with tears in them, her eyes were cold and raging.

“I could never love a monster like you!” She finally spat out when he refused to let her see her sister.

And he snapped. Something deep, dark, territorial and unhinged gnawed its way out. 

But he only smirked. Even though he could feel the dull ache behind his eyes, a strange pit in his stomach, he smirked and let it grow into a chuckle.

He must have had his true face out as she took a step back with fear blooming in her teary eyes– he was a deranged, diabolic bastard. With each step he took to close the distance between them, she took several away, until the back of her knees bumped with the bed.

Pulling her flush against himself, he leaned near her ear.

“The officers who aided you are already six feet under the ground– half burnt, half crushed, but dead anyway. All you can do is believe in every word they told you about me…I am indeed a monster, honey. He worst one you will ever know. And you will have to live with this monster. No government, no decorated officer would dare to save you.”

He felt her stiffen and shiver like frightened prey. Indeed, she had fallen prey to his love. He made peace with their reality. She would too.

 Humans were adaptive creatures after all.

—--------

The hanging lights on the ceiling were pretty– the crystals shining under the moonlight, but they seemed to swing slightly.

It was only an illusion, of course. It was she, who moved, and the bed while the man above her remained still, revelling at the sight of her rocking hips, spread legs and parted mouth with the dazed bliss in her eyes.

She could only watch the chandelier instead of looking into his eyes with the victorious gleam in them and the sadistic twinkle on watching her fall apart.

“Look into my eyes, Jagi.” 

And she did before hot white pleasure surged through her.

“There there, aren’t you the most beautiful of all brides out there?”

“Why can’t I meet my own sister?” (Y/N) was only a thread away from screaming her lungs out all the awful things she could think of at the moment.

Yoongi simply sat, nursing his scotch on rocks, idly watching the part of the vast garden visible from his home office. The place that only a few had access to, the place she had barged in, his guards chasing after her, pleading for her to stop lest they would bear Mr Min’s wrath.

But she could not have it in herself to care. She had not seen or even heard of her Chae for two days in the gigantic estate.

When Yoongi finally looked at her, his stoic stare made something unpleasant steer within her. His eyes assessed her with a flick before it turned steely.

“Why are you in your bed clothes?” It was akin to a sneer. Or maybe it was.

The fact was, she did not give a fuck.

“What have you done to my sis–”

“Have you walked all the way here in this?”

She was wearing a thin camisole under a nightgown reaching beyond her knee. It was of satin material that was tightly knotted but had a plunging neckline she had never cared about. 

She did not understand why this bothered him so much. She knew that he was twisted but this was madness.

“I want to see Chae! I have not even heard of her since I–you brought us here.”

Only she knew the anxiety clawing her from within

“She needs to take her medicines regularly Yoongi. She’s just eight, she is a child, an innocent child who needs me.” 

Even when she would ask the guards, servants, or maids, they would not respond to her question– that was the only question they refrained from speaking about her sister, or even taking her name. 

If Yoongi had the intention to break her down in a slow, painful way, he was on the right track.

He rose from the chair and walked to her “I assure you that she is safe and sound– she will take all her medicines on time, they will take good care of her.” 

“Th-they?” 

She did not even notice his other hand reaching for her until he wiped the single tear that had slipped from her eyes.

“The school staff. I have sent Chae to Rosenberg.”

“Indeed, you are.”

She felt his fingers slipping away before hearing the embarrassing squelching. Her eyes had closed without her notice, ready to fall into a blissful slumber. It was the second time he had pushed her over the edge of white pleasure. 

But she was wrong to think that he was anywhere near done.

Feeling the tight knot snap, she withered under him, eyes still closed, mind still hazy. 

Before the swing of the pleasurable high could slow down, she vaguely felt him putting her boneless legs over his shoulder before the ticking sensation between her thighs alerted her.

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open, just in time when she felt something wet glide over her opening. The protest bubbling up to her tongue fizzled out like a burning matchstick against a storm and the only thing left for her was to moan instead– no matter how much she wished to resist it, she could not help the signs of pleasure tearing out of her mouth.

At first, she felt the odd but pleasurable sensation, almost flinching and jumping away. But under him, with his hands tight on her thighs, almost spilling the flesh between his fingers, it was difficult to even move. All she could do was to let her hands grip his hair. He did not seem to mind much.

His tongue focused on flicking her clit for a while, making her jolt each time with quivering gasps and moistening womanhood. This man surely knew how to overwhelm her own emotions.

“Ro-Rosember?”

“Rosenberg– Institut auf dem Rosenberg. It tops the list for a refined and elite schools, your sister will flourish there.” 

He held an air of nonchalance around him as he refilled his glass. Yet Yoongi’s eyes never left her form.

(Y/N) licked her lips. Was it possible to get randomly admitted to any prestigious school so soon in the country?

“So, she will be going to a new school? I can meet her then, right?”

“I think you don’t understand Jagi. It is an elite boarding school, the best of the best. It’s in Switzerland. I sent her there yesterday.”

“You…You sent my Chae to…Switzerland?”

 She had to repeat the words herself in order to fully grasp the situation. Yoongi sent her baby sister, who needed constant supervision and regular check-ups to another country-- to a boarding school she had never heard of.

“I have sent them the details and the list of precautions and medications. Besides that, I have connections, Jagi, she will be safe there.”

By the time he finished speaking, her legs turned lifeless and she found the floor. The warmth of the carpet could not subdue the sudden waves of chills and goosebumps enveloping her form.

“You sent her away from me…”

“I gave her a good life. Imagine if it were someone else in my place, Jagi…He would have gifted you your sister’s head first before taking yours.” 

He bent down in smooth, silent motion before whispering to her with his arms holding her in faux reassurance.

Her eyes rolled back before the rawness of her throat was registered only after the rocking of her hips had slowed down. Her ears still echoed the short but sharp scream that had forced its way out of her throat like he had been forcing the pleasure out of her.

Her vision was blurry with the mix of tears and haze, but she could see him smirking– smug but somewhat unhinged.

Maybe he was indeed unhinged and cruel. He had punished her– not for her apparent betrayal. But for not loving him the way he had believed she would.

Min Yoongi had closed all doors for her, leaving her with no option but to hold on to the diamond wedding ring that now had its fangs buried on her ring finger– just as Min Yoongi had his claws buried in her life.

“Look at you~” 

She heard him coo as her head fell back on the pillow, her movement growing slow and her eyes heavy.

“What has the child done to you? She needs me!” (Y/N) cried out in anguish.

Yet it did nothing to deter his cold gaze or falter the ghost of a smirk he sported with pride.

“Nothing Love, the child has done nothing. I am not her foe. I am giving her the life millions would die for– the best of the best. I would see to it all. But when would you see her again is in your hands Jagi.”

She frowned and blinked through her tears. Up close, his scar did manage to make him appear more sinister than anyone she had ever met before.

“What are you saying?”

“I love you Jagi, there is no limit, no boundary that I would not cross for you. You can meet her after we are married and you give birth to our first child. So it depends on you how soon you can do that.”

He sealed her fate with the offer. But she wondered, how could a confession of love make one’s heart quiver with fear?

“I love you, Jagi, you have no idea how much I do.”

She could smell the sweat and musk as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before guiding his manhood to enter her. Slow, but sure, a contrast of stiffness and tenderness that both frightened and baffled her.

“Oh—” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as she held onto Yoongi’s shoulders in order to keep herself grounded. It was devastating; it was delicious, it was almost divine.

But she knew that this was no more than a nefarious act of him sinking his sharp teeth into her– held down under his thumb forever. He had the advantage, the power and the last word. He was the lion, she was a helpless, powerless prey his claws dug into.

Min Yoongi was a man of his word. 

He had told her once that he would marry her and live in his newly bought estate; they were indeed married, fucking on the bed that was flown all the way from a different country.

—---

The headlines flashed on the screen while wheels turned in her head. She sat stiffly without any movements as she watched the news.

“What are you watching?”

As if he were conjured, he walked into their room, some sandwiches on a plate, wearing the most innocuous-looking clothes. He had taken two months off from ‘work’, wishing to spend some quality time with his wife.

One week into the marriage, she was already wearing down. Both emotionally and physically. She doubted if there was any room in the mansion left where he had not taken her, or was there any corner of her mind where he had not wiggled his way into. 

“Your company is taking responsibility for constructing new police quaters and renovating the old ones?”

“Yes, why are you so surprised?”

“There are others, older candidates. Why would they give the project to you?”

Yoongi smiled and sat down beside her.

 “You are so smart, Jagi. It would be a sin to hide anything from my wife, would that not? Let's just say me and the Internal Affairs Ministry are friends now.” 

He leaned in and kissed her cheek before handing her the sandwich he had put his time making.

“So, no one disrupts me now. For a long time.”

“You did this to make sure that no one comes searching for me, right?”

He grinned. 

“I love you (Y/N). There is no limit that I would not cross for you. Eat up, I have a really good movie for us. You will love it. After that, we can have lunch, all your favourites.

He went on, while she spiralled further. Any hope of getting out of there was crushed then and there. 

He had not taken his time to track her down. He had taken his time to plan. And execute the plan thoroughly. Tracking her down was child’s play for him.

Min Yoongi was indeed a monster—a clever, stubborn and dangerous monster.

And she was in his realm, and she was there to stay. He would make sure of that.

***

The rest of the parts will be published shortly. I am facing problems in saving the draft.

A very Happy New Year to all of you!

Banner by @cafekitsune

[dambaepuff]

Morning Wood (hyung line)

☆Pairing: BTS!HyungLine x GN!Reader

☆Genre: reactions, smut

☆Warnings: male anatomy, reader’s gender/anatomy is unspecified, descriptions of sex, mature rating

☆Word count: 1.5k

☆Summary: The hyung line reacting to waking up with morning wood.

☆A/N: yabadabadoo

Kim Seokjin

Seokjin had been lying awake for what felt like hours now (it’s only been a few minutes) trying to ignore the aching hardness in his boxers

He kept on tossing and turning in bed, trying to get comfortable, but failing

All of that shuffling had awoken you, your voice startling him “What’s wrong Jin?”

He looked away from you in embarrassment, the tips of his ears turning red

He mumbled something with shame lacing his voice

You asked him to repeat himself

“I’m hard.” He mumbled again, this time a bit louder

With a smirk on your face you wasted no time and started palming him through his clothes, to which he let out a sigh of relief

Kissing and nibbling on his collarbone slowly you pulled out his cock

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better you made your way down between his legs

You laid down on your stomach, nuzzling his inner thigh

Leisurely you licked the tip of his dick, trailing teasing kisses down to the base

One of his hands came down to caress your face before tangling into your hair

He propped himself up onto his elbow so he could fully see everything you were doing to him

Pulling his underwear down a bit more you let his balls free as well

Spitting into your hand you fondled his balls while doing your best to take his entire length into your throat

Seokjin was never shy about letting you know how he feels, and lord he felt so good right now

He made no effort to contain all the lewd noises that escaped his throat

Still a bit hazy from sleep, you couldn’t find it in you to even try being neat, saliva dripping everywhere while you messily throated his dick and played with his balls

With the sounds and visuals of you choking on his cock Seokjin soon felt his entire body tense

With a lazy thrust into your throat he came hard

You did your best to swallow down everything and released him with a wet pop, tucking his dick back into his boxers and coming back up to cuddle with him

Min Yoongi

The moment he gained enough consciousness to realize what was happening he felt mortified

Not because he was ashamed of the way his body worked, but rather because it was your first time spending the night at his place and if you found out he got a boner from simply sleeping next to you, he’d have to dig his own grave on the spot

He quickly shuffled out of bed, sneaking over to the bedroom door and taking one last peek at you before leaving the room

Deciding to take a shower and clear his mind, Yoongi made his was to the bathroom

When he took of his pajamas, he looked down at his hard cock in his boxers

Unintentionally his thoughts wandered off to you, being unable to resist he brought his hand up to his bulge and lightly palmed himself through his underwear

In a swift motion he took off his last article of clothing and stepped into the shower, adjusting the heat of the water to not shock him so soon after waking up

His hand returned to his dick, this time on his bare skin

He took a step under the water, letting it flow down his body as he closed his eyes and started slowly jerking himself off

Running his other hand through his now soaked hair, he tried to imitate the way your hands would roam down his throat and chest when you’d make out

The gentle caress of your soft hands always got him so turned on and desperate, his cock twitching in his underwear each time without fail

With the steady pace on his cock and the ghost of your touch still on his skin, Yoongi could already feel his orgasm approaching

“Ah, fuck (Y/N), baby…” he groaned, hoping the running water was covering the sounds he was making

As he felt his stomach tighten he sped up his hand, his hips faintly moving up into his palm

He came with a low moan, standing there in silence for a moment before grabbing his body wash

Kim Namjoon

When he woke up in your shared bed after a wet dream with an uncomfortable tightness in his boxers he had no idea what to do

Looking over at your sleeping form he didn’t want to disturb you, so he opted for rubbing one out while you slept

He reached over into his night stand and grabbed some lube

Pulling out his hard cock he slathered a generous amount of it onto the sensitive skin

He thought of the dream he had

In it you were laying on your back, taking all of him while you whispered sweet nothings into his ear

He started off slow, just like in the dream, but soon enough he couldn’t contain himself

His hand sped up, his hips bucking up into it softly

In an effort to contain his grunts he bit onto the sleeve of his shirt, pressing his arm onto his face

When he felt you stirring by his side he froze in place, squeezing his eyes shut

After a moment of silence he determined you to be asleep and continued jerking off

His eyes remained shut, blissfully unaware of your gaze burning into his tensed form

One of your hands snuck up onto his stomach, pushing his shirt up so you could caress the soft flesh

He jolted upright at the sensation, his heart pumping wildly in his chest from both the fear and excitement of being caught

Wordlessly your hand traveled down to his cock, replacing his touch with your own

You squeezed his shaft lightly, before starting to pump him at a slower pace than he had been using previously

He humped up into your hand, trying to match your rhythm with his hips

When you started twisting your hand around him and sped up your motions he stopped trying to contain his groans and grunts

“Shit, just like that.” He mumbled, his voice deeper than usual from sleep

Once you started kissing his neck it didn’t take long for him to finish

His cum went all over your hand, messily dripping onto his lower abdomen

Going back to sleep you heard him curse as he tried to clean up

Jung Hoseok

You felt two warm hands shake you awake

Towering above you was Hoseok, his hair messy and his eyes still swollen from sleep

“What is it?” You grumbled, your voice laced with sleep

“I’m horny.” He simply responded as his hands started wondering around your body, lightly groping his favorite spots

“Lay down on your stomach.” He said as he gently guided you to turn around

Once your face was pressed against your pillow he grabbed your hips and pulled them up so your ass was pressed against his clothes erection

He pulled your pants down together with your underwear, fishing out his cock

You heard a wet noise, knowing it was him lubricating his fingers with saliva you arched your back into him

His now wet fingers came down to prod at your hole, stretching you open lightly

Letting all you muscles relax you let out a hum as the head of his cock nudged inside of you

He slowly bottomed out, letting a groan slip from his throat at the feeling of your walls around him

One of his hands groped your ass before sliding down to your lower back

He brought it back up to hold onto your hips as he began to thrust into you

Just as you were about to adjust to his dick, he sped up

You whined at the new pace, feeling his cock already abusing that one specific spot inside of you

His ruthless pace made your hole burn, the pain and pleasure mixing together making your eyes roll back

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, your fingers gripping onto your pillow for dear life

He bent down to place a kiss onto your shoulder

His head stayed resting on it

Just as he was getting close he bit down into your skin

The sensation caused an orgasm to flood through you, the twitching and squeezing of your walls pushing him over the edge es well

[batmaniskpopaf]

Can I please request a J-Hope smut? It starts out fluffy but ends up rough? Possibly with some spanking in it? I can seriously feel my face burning as I type this out 🙈🙈 I have no idea how you fic writers do it lol but you have my respect! 😳😊

I GOT YOU BBY!!! BRING ME YOUR DIRTIEST FANTASIES AND I SHALL MAKE THEM COME TRUE !!

THIS FUCKKEDD  MEEE UPPP!!! LIKE IT WAS SUPPOSED  BE A SMOL DRABBLE BUT YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO ‘EM XD ….

Type: Smut 

Members: JUNG HOSEOK  X Y/N (ft. TAEHYUNG)

Warning: mentions of unprotected sex and sex in a public place

A/N: PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION 

P.S: SO SORRY I FORGOT TO INCLUDE SPANKING BBY

There’s no way! He is too cute to be real! Taehyung and you both gawk at your computer screen… Maybe he’s awkward you reply… mentally chastising yourself for having shown Taehyung the picture…” No that’s not enough, maybe he’s a serial killer” he teases… “What if he cuts off your eyelashes and locks you in his basement?” you throw a pillow at him from across the room from where you’re now pacing back and forth… “you watch way too much criminal minds” you retort “ “You can never watch enough Criminal Minds” he bites back… “Either way he wants to meet up” you placate him… “Are you going? If you do then bring pepper spray and text me your location before you walk in!” Taehyung is all business now rummaging through your purse and producing a bottle of pepper spray… “keep it in your pocket!” he orders… “Sir yes sir!” you tease… he rolls his eyes and saunters over to your closet… “Now what to wear? Should we go for slutty chic or slutty college student?”… “How about we go for not getting murdered” you reply… “Oh come on chances are he’s just a normal guy who’s looking for a quick hookup; besides how long has it been since you got laid?” … you bite your lip torn between your discarded laptop and taehyung’s array of outfits… you exhale over dramatically…” Fine” you uncinate… I’m gonna hop in the shower… text him back and figure out a place to meet before I change my mind!” you reply making your way into the bathroom… “aye aye captain!” …

Droplets of sweat trickle down the nape of your neck … your head feeling fuzzy from the perpetual heat of summer and possible caffeine withdraw … the cool air conditioned breeze fans across your cheeks as you make your way into the coffee house … heels clicking against the concrete floor as you walk with purpose towards the very last table …. Where he’s hunched over a laptop  looking every bit the cliche nerd in a coffee shop… glasses resting effortlessly on the tip of his nose and tongue captured between his teeth… his brows furrowed in concentration… “Hoseok?” you ask sheepishly…he looks up at you for a split second and nods in confirmation… he’s not unfortunate looking … slim with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline… not the type of guy you’d peg for a computer geek… your own brow furrows in slight annoyance … “Depends on who’s asking” he replies… his hands never leave his keyboard … Nimble fingers stroking each key with an expert flick of the wrist…  that kind of skill and dedication requires years to master.. You watch him closely… tapping your foot and giving him a pointed look… “you’re cute when you’re annoyed” he quips…

“You’re not so bad yourself” you reply snidely… you’re used to being hit on by men that hide behind computer screens but you never pictured anyone like Jung Hoseok on the other side of it… He eyes you from top to bottom licking his top lip hungrily… something deep in the pit of your stomach churns … you can feel the heat of his gaze across your skin leaving behind goosebumps…  “why did you come?” he asks almost challenging you … “Call it morbid curiosity” you reply taking a seat across from him at the small table… he closes the laptop quickly giving you his full attention… why did you want to meet here? You ask curiosity eating away at you… “This place has the best coffee, would like to order?” he asks … you nod obediently… I’ll have a caramel macchiato you reply nonchalantly… Hoseok calls over a waitress and places your order all the while focused on you… his hazel eyes drinking in every feature of your face and his tongue running across his lips …“So do you need the glasses to see or are they more of a fashion statement? You ask pointedly in a futile attempt to distract yourself from the heat spreading throughout your body  … the electricity between you two crackles …. His demeanor changes when the waitress retreats back to the counter… he leans in closer as if to whisper something in your ear but stops just close enough that his breath tickles your nose and his scent fills your nostrils… “Should we get out of here?” his words and his scent are a heady cocktail…

You press your thighs together and try to steady yourself “And do what?” you stammer in a moot attempt to sound cool … “I can think of a few things” he mimics your tone while reaching across the table for your hand… his fingers intertwined with your own … the heat of his body feels almost like an extension of your own… “how far do you live?” you reply sounding a little too desperate to your own ears… “about half a mile but I don’t think I can make it that far” he replies huskily… your close proximity affecting him just the same…. “Who says we have to wait?” you can practically hear Taehyung teasing about this later… but right now there’s an itch that only Jung Hoseok can scratch and you’re willing to do just about anything for it… There is bathroom down the hall… he suggests… the words barely register  before you’re on your feet and heading down the hallway pulling him along… “Are we really doing this?” he asks… “Why are you scared?” you challenge … Hoseok pulls you back and suddenly you’re caught  between his chest and the bathroom door… your lips enrapturing your own in a hungry kiss…your hands weave in his hair pulling him flush against you and his hands rest on your hips making their way  down to your bum… and patting your lower thigh… you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist your wet core pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans …   you slowly grind against his front the friction doing little to suffice the hunger ..

Hoseok groans deep in his chest this bulge pressed against your bum… you can feel him harden beneath you… “Fuck..” he groans before maneuvering himself so that he’s half holding you and in one swift motion he pushes you both into the bathroom locking the door behind him  with his foot… his lips are on your neck and chest as he pushes you up against the wall… the brick feels cool against your heated skin… you run your hands across his chest pushing his sweater up and over his head wrapping your legs around him tighter and running your hands through his hair kissing the side of his neck and biting the tip of his ear softly… “This isn’t your first rodeo” you sigh … “I could say the same for you” he replies huskily his hands run along your your sides underneath your shirt and cup your breasts.. “No bra” he smirks… “You like?” you reply coquettishly … “I love” he whispers… his lips sucking on your exposed collarbones as his hands push against the fabric of your top… “You’re so hot” he mutters as your shirt joins his now the bathroom floor… “Only for you” you before taking one of his nipples between your teeth and tugging on it gently … Hoseok grinds into you … rough denim causing friction within your stomach… you can feel yourself growing wetter with every slow thrust… “I need you now” you whine unable to keep your hips from grinding against him of their own accord…

Hoseok carries you over to the sink … you catch a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror … hair disheveled and large welts adorn your collar bones from his lips and teeth… the moment is short lived as you remove your jeans and underwear in one swift motion…. Your bare bottom exposed to him…  his hands are on your sides having discarded his own jeans and boxers which now hang around his ankles… “You look so good” he hums while lining himself with your entrance… you catch your breath … the feel of him stretching you to the hilt clouds your senses for a moment … you groan eager for him to move… his thrusts are quick and fluid… you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud… holding on him for sanity… “I want to hear you” he growls .. .giving you another powerful thrust … you yelp… it feels so good to moan and shake under him… you can feel the coil in your stomach start to unravel… nails dig deeper into his shoulders … biting into his skin in order to stifle your screams and moans… his own lips are busy bruising your clavicles and tugging on your hardened buds… you can feel yourself unraveling… . your toes curling and your own hips bucking in search of that sweet release…Hoseok is close to his pace quinning and his breath hitching… “How close are you?” the hunger in his voice combined with his amble thrusts is enough to send you over the edge… your eyes are watering and you wrap yourself tighter around him as he continues to thrust riding out your own high before coming to his own climax…

“Do you think anyone heard?” you ask innocently… the cool tile floor is a balm against your over sensitive skin … you’re curled up next to hoseok… his arm serving as a pillow… “Maybe “ he hums… you stare at his side profile… his skin is glowing and you can’t really tell where you end and he begins… “So, how about another coffee date?” he smirks …

I AM SHOOKETH AFTER THISSS!!! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE ANY COMMENTS AND CC OR YOU CAN SLIDE INTO MY ASKS ;D….

[jeonjcngkook]

a pocket full of sunshine ☀️ 

[aajjks]

Yandere!BTS: You get into a dating scandal. (Idol verse)

Disclaimer: This is a yandere reaction, it’ll contain obsessive behaviours, stalking, possessive behaviours, delusional thoughts and overall creepy behaviours! Mentions of saseang behaviours! Please keep in mind that this is purely fictional and I don’t think that any Bts member would ever act like like this.

A/N: HI HELLO!!! I hope you are all well because of the covid-19 situation going on!!! I’m good too, but I’m always bored but then my mum is here to scold me and keeping me busy!! ALSO I WROTE FOR HYUNG LINE YAAAY! Another thing, I have another reaction coming for Maknae line too! ;) please share your thoughts! ENJOY!💖

Masterlist:

***trope: you’re a famous idol and they are your obsessive fanboys. Since you’re so popular, you get into a dating rumour. And they can’t accept that.***

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Jin:

Kim SeokJin is a very classic man, who just happens to admire Y/N, you, a little too much.

You are the worldwide famous idol. And SeokJins a rich CEO, who obsesses over his idol too much.

You are just perfect.

Obviously, that’s why he idolises you.

You make him turn into a teenage boy who has a huge crush.

He cherishes you! Because, you’re just so perfect!

You don’t have any flaws! Your voice is his serenity!

So, now to the point, SeokJin wouldn’t think of the rumour that much seriously.

Because it’s dispatch! And you’re such a famous idol and perfect that they are trying to taint your perfect image.

But of course, as your admirer he’ll protect you.

At any coast.

Since he’s so rich he can easily bribe the network.

But it’s not good at all for the idol you’ve been rumoured with.

Oh, not at all.

The idol would get into another big controversy.

All thanks to the one and only.

No one can ever taint his angels' perfection.

No one.

Yoongi:

No! Yoongi wouldn’t be able to tolerate the scandal well.

Yoongi loves you so much, you are his soulmate.

You’re supposed to love him! And your music.

You’re not supposed to get into dating scandals! You should be focusing on making music for him!

Call him selfish! But you belong to Yoongi.

He has been loving you for so long!

You can’t love someone else!

He’d cry for days whole staring at your pictures and posters.

He’d write you countless love letters!

With blood on them.

Yes. His blood. You have to deny the rumours.

Because if you do not. Yoongi would kill himself..

But not before staining his hands with your boyfriend’s blood though.

Hoseok:

Oh wow, damn, this is like Hoseoks worst nightmare. And yours too.

Hoseok is pretty sensitive to stuff like this. You can imagine his phone with a broken screen and him crying and screaming like a lunatic.

He wouldn’t be able to wait too much and will decide to come to your agency.

He’d trash around the building requesting to see you ASAP. He’s fucking crazy.

And when they won’t let him see you, he can end up murdering some of the people, he’s going to first kill the person who dared to publish such utter bullshut about you.

And then that idol of yours. The idol is going to be finished.

And then you’ll be Kidnapped and held hostage in Hoseoks house, his house is filled with your pictures and stuff.

In conclusion, your career is finished.

Oh! And your freedom too Because now you belong to the psycho.

Namjoon:

Now Namjoon is an optimistic person when it comes to things like these. He knows you like the back of his hand.

He’d try to keep calm. He’d try not to let his paranoia get to him.

He’ll end up stalking you. Taking some pictures as well. And then when he’d be satisfied that there is really nothing but bullshit on the internet.

He’ll really calm down and relax.

He’ll write down a few articles about the rumours. Degrading the poor idol and highly praising you like a diety.

Namjoon has a lot of contacts around the news industry. It’s too easy for him to make it all stop.

And after a few days, you’ll find yourself involved with the famous journalist, Kim Namjoon.

Well, according to some newspapers and tv.

Scandals couldn’t ever leave the poor you alone? Could they?

As long as Namjoon loved you, they couldn’t, ever.

Because there is no one else that could have his name attached to you except for him.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Strip

Pairing- Hyung Line x Named Reader

Genre- Smut

Word Count- 3.2k

Includes- strip poker, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary, sex with all of Hyung Line, multiple orgasms

Part 2. Part 3

J POV

"Yes! I win!", I yell, throwing down my cards on the carpet

"What? How?", Yoongi groans

"Oh c'mon!", Namjoon sighs

"Haha! Take it off losers!", I clap

Namjoon rolls his eyes and takes his shirt off.

Holy shit. I know my eyes just popped out of my head. He's fucking beautiful. He just has to lose once more- then he has to take his boxers off and loses

Jin takes his shirt off too. Again, with the eye popping. He's so hot. He still has his jeans and boxers

Hobi takes his pants off- he still has his shirt and boxers too

And Yoongi...bastard is still fully dressed. He's really good at poker. He just takes his socks off. Ass

And me? I suck. I'm in my bra and panties.

This is all Hobi's fault. We all were playing cards together, when Hobi jokingly suggested strip poker. The guys were all for it and so was I. I just didn't think I'd lose so terribly.

"Next hand!", Namjoon grumbles

Yoongi deals and I get my cards. They suck

I'm losing for sure. At the end of this hand, Namjoon wins

"Finally!", he yells

"Fuck", Yoongi sighs

One by one the guys take off one piece of clothing

I'm hit with Hobi's abs this time. He worked on them for ARMYS to show off when they did the "Idol" dance practice. And now I get to see them. Although I'm sure Hobi is gorgeous without them too

They all look at me expectantly

"Fine", I sigh

I reach around and unclapse my bra. I'm not a baby. I lost so I'm gonna take something off. I take it off and toss it behind me

"Holy fuck", Hobi whispers

I look up to see all four of them staring at me with their mouths open

"What? You never seen boobs before?", I roll my eyes

"Yeah....just not yours", Jin mutters

"Well now you see them. Happy?"

"Yeah very happy", Yoongi chokes out

Namjoon just nods

"Very big", Hobi gapes

"C'mon stop staring and let's play!"

It's Namjoon's turn to deal. I look at my cards. Completely useless

"Oh what the fuck?", I groan

"Sucky cards?", Yoongi asks, smirking when I look at him

"Shut up"

"I win", Namjoon and Jin say

They look at their cards

"I win", Jin insists and he's right.

His full house is higher than Namjoon's

"Goddamn it!", he yells

"Oh shut up", Yoongi rolls his eyes, pulling his shirt off

Jesus Christ, I'm in heaven. Four fucking hot guys in various stages of undress in front of me. I'm dying

Namjoon and Hobi take off their boxers but hide themselves. What babies

My turn. I stand up, then slowly pull my panties down, stepping out of them

When I look up, I want to laugh. Jin's eyes are wide and his mouth is open. Namjoon and Hobi looked so shocked and are turning red. And Yoongi- he's smirking and biting his lip

"Jesus", Namjoon whispers

"Well I lose.", I announce, walking to the couch and laying down on my stomach, "Jin and Yoongi still have to play to see who wins"

Silence

"Uh hello? Guys!", I yell, clapping loudly

They all jump and tear their eyes away from me. God, you'd think they never seen a naked girl before.

"Deal the cards Jin", I instruct

"I uh have an idea", Namjoon mutters

"What?", Yoongi asks

"What if we bet on something else?"

"Like what?", Hobi asks

"Well uh the winner can do something to Jo. If she wants"

What? Do something like what? Is he for real?

"Do what?", Jin asks, confused

"Something sexual", Namjoon answers

Damn he's horny. I mean me too, but still. Damn

"But only if she wants"

Uh yeah, I want. I want all of them but there's one in particular I really want. The one I'm in love with but has no clue

Also he doesn't feel like that for me. I know. When I asked about why he doesn't have a girlfriend, like some of the maknaes, he said it's because he doesn't want one and no girl has caught his eye yet. None that he wants to look twice at

That includes me. So I just suck it up and ignore my feelings

"So what will the winner do?", I ask

"How about this round, the winner fingers you until you cum", Yoongi suggests

Sounds like fun

"Ok", I agree

"Wait- really?", Hobi asks

"Yeah. If the winner wants to I'm game"

"Yeah ok", Jin agrees

They all agree. Yoongi deals out the cards and I watch them play, wondering whose gonna win

Finally Hobi yells, "I win!"

He turns to me, "Are you sure?"

I nod, "Yes"

He stands up and comes over to me. He's not hiding himself and I get a glimpse of his huge hard cock

Christ. Who knew Hobi was packing that thing?

Hobi sits on the floor in front of me. He leans in, his lips on mine in a second. Jesus. While he kisses me, he moves me, getting me on my back on the couch. I feel his hands all over me, touching me everywhere

It feels good

He sits on his knees on the floor, then starts kissing my body, while his hand moves down. I'm so excited. It feels so fucking good when he finally touches me

"Aw baby is so wet already", he smirks at me

Goddamn he's fucking hot

"Open your legs baby and I'll make you feel good"

Shit. I bite my lip, opening my legs for him

"That's a good girl"

Jesus, why do I like him calling me that? Using his finger, he moves it on my clit, pleasure shooting through me

"Fuck", I yell

I feel Hobi's lips on my stomach, licking and sucking my skin. Then he slides his fingers down, inside. Oh my god

"Fuck baby", he moans

He slides his fingers in and out, making me yell

"Fuck baby's pussy is so tight", he whimpers

Fuck me, he's turning me on so much

"I want to know how baby's pussy feels on my cock", he murmurs

"Maybe you can later", I smirk at him

"Oh Jo, if that happens I'll fuck you so good"

My god

"But first you have to cum now", he says

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing it while he moves his fingers

"Oh fuck", I moan

I watch Hobi take my nipple in his mouth, sucking. I cry out, my body arching, pushing my breast more in his mouth

"Fuck you're so hot", he mutters

His fingers moves faster, pushing me right there. Moving again, massive pleasure hits me

"Hobi oh shit", I yell, grabbing his arm and holding it to me, keeping his fingers in while I cum all over them

"Good girl", he keeps whispering

When I'm done, I lay there, breathing hard. Hobi pulls his fingers out, looking at them with my cum on them. I watch him and he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them

"Fucking good", he whimpers

Oh my god, I can't. He kisses me one more time, then moves away. When I look at the guys, their mouths are all open, looking so fucked out

"Ok whose dealing?", Hobi asks

"Wwww...what?", Jin stutters

"We're still playing right?", Hobi asks

"Oh uh yeah", Jin answers, recovering from his shock, "What's the bet this time?"

"Winner eats her out", Yoongi says immediately

Oh hell yeah

"She tastes so fucking good", Hobi comments

"Fuck Hoseok", Namjoon answers

"Deal the cards", Jin demands

They play another hand

"Yes! I win!", Namjoon yells excitedly

"Motherfucker!", Yoongi shouts angrily and throws his cards on the floor

"Damn Yoongi, you want her that much?", Hobi smirks

"Of course. Do you fucking see her? Of course I want her. You do too, Jin does and from how excited Namjoon is, he wants her too", Yoongi snaps

What? They want me? Why? I'm nothing special. Just Tae's boring friend

Namjoon gets up and comes to me quickly. Jesus his cock is big too. Are they all like that? Because damn

Namjoon helps me sit up and kisses me. He's a good kisser. He pulls me closer to him, sitting in front of me. Opening my legs, he sucks in a breath

"Fuck Jo", he whimpers

He puts my legs on his shoulders, then leans in. I feel his tongue on me, swiping up my pussy

"Mother shit!", I yell

He starts moving his tongue rapidly, swirling all over. Oh god, it feels so good. How is he so good at this? Using his hands, he opens me more

"Aww, baby's clit is so little", he teases, then swipes his tongue on it

"Fuck!", I shout

"Baby likes it there?", he asks, licking again

I nod, my body shivering

"That's where you want my tongue baby?"

"Y..Yyyy....yes", I stammer

"Ok", he says simply, then licks my clit over and over

My hand involuntarily goes in his hair, pulling. Namjoon sucks on my clit and pleasure blasts through my entire body. My hips snap up in his face on their own, making him moan. His tongue runs all over again and I just explode

"Fuck fuck fuck NAMJOON!", I shout, coming in his mouth

He keeps licking, moaning, "Oh fuck, so good"

Jesus, he's gonna make me cum again. When his tongue flicks my clit again, I can't hold back, orgasming again

"Fuck yes", Namjoon yells, tongue still moving

My body relaxes when I finish. Namjoon kisses my pussy, the gets up

"My favorite taste now", he tell me

Shit. He kisses my cheek then goes to sit down. I move and lay down again, just relaxing for a minute, my eyes closed

"Next hand. Winner fucks her until she cums.", Jin yells

Jesus Jin. I had no idea he could be like this

"Do we cum too?", Hobi asks

"No. Not if you want to do it again"

Again? Well I'm excited again. God I'm such a slut. But I don't care. Fucking BTS members? Hell yes

"Deal", Hobi orders

After a few minutes, I hear, "YES! Fuck yes!"

I open my eyes, to see Jin standing up and the guys glaring at him. Jin practically runs to me. He's so cute

"Can I Jo?", he asks

"Yeah Jinnie", I agree

He pulls his boxers off, his big cock so hard. Damn, they're all huge. Jin moves on top of me, kissing my lips, hands roaming all over

"Jesus Jo, your skin is so fucking soft. I love it", he murmurs, kissing my neck

I feel him right there, so I wrap my legs around him, asking, "Please"

Fuck I want it so much. When did I get so horny? He nods, pushing in

"Oh my god!", I yell, while he shouts, "Fuck, fuck, fuck", as he slides all in

I can't help it, I'm so horny that I shiver and actually orgasm

"Fuck Jin", I scream, pleasure running all over me

"Oh god, oh god", Jin moans

"Holy shit did she just cum?", Namjoon gasps

Jin nods

"From him going in?", Hobi exclaims

"Yes", I whimper

"God damn", Yoongi mutters

"Baby...", Jin asks, not knowing what to do

"It doesn't count", I answer

"Wait what?", Hobi asks

"It doesn't count. He didn't fuck me, he just went in. The bet was that he'd fuck me until I cum. And he's going to do that", I answer

"Not fair", Namjoon whines

"Yes it is. It'd be the same if it was you Joonie. Or any of you"

"Fine. Just do it", Yoongi answers, waving his hand.

When I look back at Jin, he asks, "Yeah Jo?"

I nod, "Yeah Jinnie"

The smile that bursts on his face is so beautiful. Jin moves back until he's almost all out, then slams back in

"Yes!", I scream, "Again"

He does it again and goddamn it feels so fucking good. Jin moves faster, slamming harder every time. I love it. He's driving me crazy

He's kissing my neck, shoulders, chest, everywhere his lips can touch. His hands are softly touching all over my body making me shiver under his touch. Jin brushes against my spot and fucking stars burst in my vision

"Fuck, more Jin, more", I cry

"More baby?", he asks

"Yes. Don't stop"

"I won't baby", he whispers, continuously thrusting right in my spot

I feel my orgasm coming, he just has to move a few more time

"Jin, Jin, SEOKJIN!", I scream, losing it and exploding in pleasure

"Yes baby, fuck yes", he murmurs

"Jin, oh god Jin!"

He pulls out when I'm finished, my body so tired and sensitive

"Fuck, deal the fucking cards now!", Yoongi growls loudly

"What's the bet?", Hobi asks

"I don't care, I just want her", he yells

They all did something for me, now it's my turn

"I'll ride the winner until they cum", I say

Their gazes all snap to me

"W..ww..Wha?", Hobi's jaw drops

"Whoever wins, I'll ride them until they cum", I repeat

"You...ride....you will?", Namjoon gulps

I nod, "Good luck"

"Give me fucking cards", Yoongi demands

The game is so intense, with all of them so quiet and concentrating on their cards. Jesus. They're like this just because they're gonna get sex?

"FUCKING YES! FINALLY!", Yoongi screams

"Fuck this shit!", Hobi growls, upset

"Seriously", Jin agrees

Fuck yes. I'm excited. Poor Yoongi didn't get anything yet, he had to watch everyone else. I'm gonna make him feel so good

I get up, walking to Yoongi. He stares up at me, gulping, when I get in front of him

He likes to act so tough but he's not. He's really a soft teddy bear

Holding out my hand to him, he takes it and stands up. I kiss him, pulling down his pants and boxers, he still has on

He kisses me back, his arms going around me. I push him back against the couch he was sitting in front of. This one is bigger than the one I was on. I push him down, making him sit

Looking at him, he's so fucking beautiful

And his cock is bigger than the rest of the guys, albeit not by much

I'm going to have so much fun now

[kpopbopz]

BTS | scar wounds (trigger warning); hyungline

request: BTS sees SO’s self harm scars/wounds for the first time (by accident, S/O didn’t mean for them to see it). Thank you so much for all your writing.

disclaimer: trigger warning! self-harm; please be cautious whilst reading. this is not intended to offend anyone and if you feel the need to self-harm then please talk to someone you trust, if not family, please reach out and talk about it with a professional or anyone that will just listen—someone will, I promise. talking about it helps to heal. someone loves and cares about you, trust me.

maknae line.

♡.

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

You and Jin had only been dating for a short two months, but even for as long as you’ve known each other, he’s never seen you without long sleeves on. He got used to the idea that maybe you just enjoyed it more and were insecure about your weight or something. Overall, he just wanted you to be comfortable. 

Tonight was the first night that you were planning on spending the night with Jin. You planned to watch a couple of movies and have some snacks. When you went to go change in his room, he came in unannounced, not thinking much of it, considering you were his girlfriend. 

“Jin!” you shouted, you were in between changing shirts. It wasn’t that you were shy about standing in front of your boyfriend for the first time in a bra, it was the scars that were sprawled along your forearms. 

When his gaze dropped to the scars, so did his smile. It took him a moment to register that you could have done something like this to yourself, and he hated that he didn’t notice earlier but how could he have? Gently, he closed the door behind him, moving to step closer to you. He furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, lifting your hands as he traced carefully over the healed yet visible wounds.

“You know that I love you right? I love you so much to love you for you, for myself, and so much more,” he mumbled quietly, his voice almost cracking. You wanted to tear up right there but before you could, he moved to hold you tightly. “If you ever feel like you need to do this to yourself, please tell me, because you don’t ever need to do this anymore okay? I’m here, no matter what, I’m here,” he mumbled in the crook of your neck. 

After you both had a tear-filled conversation about it, you snuggled up closely in his bed, eating snacks together as planned. Every few minutes he’d remind you somehow that he loved you. Whether it was a whisper or a soft touch of your skin, you knew that he was there for you. 

♡. 

Min Yoongi (Suga)  

It only took a moment for you to forget. It only took a romantic gesture, a couple of kisses, and a look full of love, for you to forget about your scars once Yoongi lifted your shirt. But just as fast as you forgot, the look he gave you sent the memories flooding back. 

Suddenly you found yourself trying to cover yourself up again, feeling ashamed of yourself and wanting to disappear from Yoongi’s sight. You felt overwhelmed within seconds and couldn’t help but feel his eyes looking at the parts of you that you had hidden away for so long because you did not want let the person you care about most, see you like this. 

He pulled the covers away from your face, away from your grasp, and held onto your wrists gently. He looked down at the scars, studying them before kissing them, causing you to open your eyes in slight shock that he wasn’t disgusted or turning away from you. You watched in awe, as he kissed each one, every scar that covered your arms before he gave you a kiss that you swore you could feel all the love he had for you in it. 

“I want you to know that I love you,” he mumbled, eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours.  “This doesn’t change how I feel about you, but I want you to promise me that you’ll never do this again. Promise me?” That’s when he made sure to look at you, his expression was soft and you could tell that he meant what he asked of you. You simply nodded to give him reassurance, because you had that for yourself now that he was here for you. He’d always be there for you to help you love yourself. 

♡.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

He knew that you had been going through a rough patch recently, but he never would have thought that it had gotten as bad as it had. You had been acting differently and he noticed, but only kept up his best efforts to make you smile, which helped, but only for a little while. You had become sluggish, fatigued, dealing with the loss of your usual appetite, and didn’t really care to go out as much as when you both first began dating. So again, he can’t say that he hadn’t noticed, but he still tried day by day to put a smile on your face.

One day, however, he came home and called out to you but you weren’t answering. As he searched around the apartment, he noticed that the bathroom door was closed and assumed you were in there. After a moment had passed while he was changing into more comfortable attire, he could hear the vacant sound of you sniffling. 

“Y/n?” No answer. “Are you okay? You sound like you’re crying...” As he knocked on the door, he didn’t receive an answer back still and his worry only began to grow more and more. Before you could even register that you had forgotten to lock the bathroom door, Hoseok was throwing the razor you had onto the floor and away from your already bloody arm. He cupped your cheeks, wiping away the tears that were blurring your vision and spoke to you in a soft, calm voice.

“What’s going on baby?” he said as pulled you in for a hug, making sure not to hurt you further than you’ve already hurt yourself. “What are you doing, why are you doing this?” You didn’t answer, instead, you sobbed against his chest. He did his best calming you down before settling you onto the bathroom counter so he could calmly clean your fresh wounds. 

“Please don’t do this anymore, I love you. If you need to talk to me, you know that I’m here. I don’t care how busy I get, because you’re my priority. Please don’t ever scare me like this again, Y/n.”

♡.

Kim Namjoon (RM)

Today was going to be a big day for you. Today you were going swimming with Namjoon because he insisted that you both went to the beach before the season was over. Usually, you would be opposed but he was really excited to have his first real vacation with you, away from the other members, just the two of you. 

The only problem was, he didn’t know about the scars. They were old and healed because you vouched that you wouldn’t hurt yourself anymore with so many new reasons to be happy and away from the dark place you were in. The thought of showing Namjoon felt like you could be put back into that dark place within a moment’s notice so you always held off until today. 

It was time, you both were walking and found the perfect spot. Joon was already in the process of taking off his shirt when you put down your blanket over the sand. When you stood, you shut your eyes tightly, facing away from him as you slipped out of your shirt, your torso exposed for the most part except for your bathing suit top. The scars that scattered along your arms were visible and made you hold your breath as you waited for Namjoon to turn around and notice them.

“This spot is perfect, we’ll be able to see the sunset beautifully right here and take pictures and—” he paused, taking notice of the old wounds. 

“I just..I just want you to know that I don’t do this anymore, these are old but obviously, have a great impact still and I just...,” you started to trail off, your glance lowering to your feet. Namjoon moved to hold your hands, and slowly lifted them to his lips before pecking your lips. 

“I love you, you’re beautiful, and I’m really happy that you don’t do this anymore,” he said reassuringly before giving your hand a squeeze and leading you to the water. 

♡. 

a/n: love yourself please, in the words of kim namjoon “use bts to love yourself” ♡

[btswithmelanin]

Random pics of Yoongi

[namjoonchronicles]

BTS 95-Liner x Alec Benjamin “If I Killed Someone For You”

If they were murderers.

[sweetwolfcupcake]

The Taste of Deceit: Hyungline Part 2( Finale- Namjoon 1/2)

Masterlist

The Taste of Deceit Masterlist

Hyungline: Part 1, Part 2(Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok)

Warnings- Gore, Violence, Grey Characters, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Unedited. Kindly excuse my errors. if you find anything significantly wrong, please let me know.

It was peaceful for a good moment, the moment right before waking up before she noticed how everything felt muffled. Like her ears were covered. It was not particularly hard to open her eyes, but she needed to find her bearings and assess—

Splash!

"Wake up, bitch!"

It was a snarling, rough and raspy voice that did not come naturally, but only through chain smoking and of course, white powder. She opened her eyes, flinching from the numbing coldness and the wet sensation, a few ice cubes hit right above her left eye and she won't be surprised if it left a bruise.

The man starring right at her had eyes that told her that she was the only thorn in his eyes, as if his rotting life was worth any of it.

(Y/N) mentally rolled her eyes, while registering that her hands were bound behind her with the chair. Thankfully, her legs were free. Ignoring the man, she looked around, it was nothing out of her expectation– an ominously dark basement, while subtly twisting her wrists to get out of the poorly-knotted ropes.

"Oi! I'm talking to you!"

Beyond a certain distance, there were only still shadows and darkness, casting a sense of uncertainty and unease.

"Listen bitch!" The grip on her cheeks was bruising, his blunt nails dug into her skin, threatening to break it "Had I not have the strict orders, you would have been a sorry pulp by now, I'm hold'n back, so you better show me some respect."

He hissed against her face, his breath reeked of alcohol and smoke. If the feeling of his spit over her mouth was not disgusting enough, his hand moving from his cheek settling on her neck hit the nail. His fingers wrapped around her throat threateningly while the other hand groped her bosom.

"Get your hands off." She deadpanned.

He did take it off, only to slap her with force enough to make her head whip to the side and the corner of her lips bleed.

"Fuck the orders I am going to make sure that I fuck the shit out of you until that sorry cunt bleeds—-"

One kick on his stomach sent him staggering away before he fell to the ground, coughing in pain. But it gave her enough time to untangle the ropes and push the chair away.

She kicked again, making him wheeze in pain and breathlessness.

"And I am telling you to..." She began as she sat on him, pinning down his legs

"Fucking"

One punch right on his eye.

"To"

Another punch on his nose, earning a cry from him.

"Take. Your."

Another punch was enough to send two of his yellow teeth flying out.

"Fucking hands. Off!" She snarled.

With one last punch, he was out. His heart was still beating and her fist was numbing. Those were least of her worries.

With her attempts to calm her rushing adrenaline, she searched him for any clues or weapons.

Thankfully, he had a gun tucked behind him and a key.

The basement, or at least that was what it looked like, was oddly empty. An she refused to believe that Namjoon was foolish enough to underestimate her. He was playing a long game and he was fucking cunning enough to be sneaking right under her nose– pretending to be the best fucking lover while playing her.

With renewed vengeance, she rushed to find an exit– a windows might be better than a door—

And there it was, a single shut window shrouded by the shadows in the dimly-lit basement. After checking the gun, she held it tight and in position as she silently approached the window, moving within the darkness. Tentatively, she nudged-open the window.

Nothing.

It was an empty concrete two floors down but no sign of guards or anything. Could be a security system, she suspected. But whatever it was, she had to get out. A living officer was always better than a dead one.

The thin cotton did not obstruct her vision, she could see everything, slightly blurry, but she could see things.

And she saw the gun being fired.

(Y/N) supressed a hiss when her feet met the concrete, her knees wobbled and ultimately met the ground in the process.

Looking back, she realised that it was indeed an isolated building. But, why was it not guarded if she was kept there? How long was she there?

Questions plagued her mind as she sprinted away from the looming building. It was built on the fringes of a wood, and with the skyline gradually dimming, anyone could tell that it was dusk.

If the lack of people near the building was not ominous enough, it was the fact that she had no one chasing behind and no traps on her way to the main highway that truly made her rethink every other reasons or guesses she had come up with before she found herself there.

She needed to contact her teammates first, warn them, they ought to lay low for a good while. By the time she had reached a clearing, it was pitch dark. And while there were vehicles passing by, none of them cared to stop for a waving girl in the middle of a road.

That was until a vehicle did stop. Peeking in, she found a group of girls, cigarettes in hands and as soon as the car window slid down, a waft of alcohol and cigarettes greeted her. Had she been in uniform, they would have earned a ticket for drinking and driving, but she was desperate and only thankful that they helped her get back to the city.

----

"(Y/N)? We have been trying to contact you!"

Kyong was, thankfully on-duty during the night. He rushed to her as soon as she barged into the police station.

"I know a man of his. Might be someone of importance–cut that, he is important in this fucking nexus!"

"(Y/N)…what are you saying? Relax, breath, please."

"Y-yesterday, when we were reviewing the footage, I saw him. I know him!" Her voice cracked before she burst into dry coughs, the back of her neck aching with each jerks.

Kyong was immediately by her side,

"(Y/N), please slow down, here, sit. Have some water first okay?" He gently made her sit on the nearby bench before offering her some water.

All the strain, all the pain finally rang in her system. While she felt slightly breathless, each breath came with a dull ache that refused to be suppressed. After chugging down over half of the bottle, felt slightly better.

"(Y/N), we have been searching for you since two days."

(Y/N) stilled,

"What? But I—"

She stopped mid-way and frantically checked her clothes.

"Hey, hey hey, relax, okay, relax. Lets get you home, hmm?"

"Kyong, its important, I know one of the men who were present in that club last night."

That caught his attention.

"Why didn't you tell us that time?"

"I was at a fix...I needed confirmation."

"He was with that suspect, speaking about a delivery– most probably drugs." Kyong retorted.

"Namjoon, or that was the name he gave me. But he is– he's definitely involved."

"How do you know him?"

"He...He was my boyfriend. Now I know why he was my boyfriend." She gritted through the last word, feeling contempt burning within herself by even associating that word with the man.

"Why don't you stay a the safehouse for now, it's no longer safe for you out there then, we'll figure something out in the morning. Let me update the rest of the team, they're worried sick."

The safehouse was at the most innocuous location, fairly isolated, but not enough to catch any attention. Kyong had been kind enough to lend her the extra pair of clothes he had saved for his night shifts. He was a meticulous man, after all, and it showed when he made sure to check every nook and cranny of the safehouse and ensure that it was only two of them there.

"Everything you need is in the bathroom and pantry. Just don't step out, okay? And don't answer anyone other than me or the rest of the team. You look tired."

"I'm fucked up. Everything is." (Y/N) muttered, gulping down her tear.

Kyong stood in silence, before patting her back "Look, I don't know what course we take from here, but I know that we are a team, okay?"

(Y/N) could only nod.

—-

The night had the veil of calmness, but the frequently flashing sky gave a warning.

(Y/N) hated the rain. Despised storms.Especially stormy nights.

"Dad—"

"Listen, here, get in here."

Her father opened up a narrow passage and ushered her in, even for a six year old, it was a snug fit.

He shut the net opening before sliding hangers full of clothes over the place.

She could hear faint banging on the door, the rattling of the door knob, that only grey louder...

And louder...

And

BANG!

She woke up wheezing, only to realise that someone was indeed banging on the main door. Wiping the sweat on her forehead and neck, she realised that she had fallen asleep sitting.

"(Y/N), open up, it's me, Kyong." Kyong's muffled voice floated into the sunlit apartment.

Checking her phone, she realised that she had six missed calls from her colleague already.

"Coming!"

She rushed to open the door, only to find Kyong in his uniform still.

"Didn't you go home?"

"(Y/N), you need to come to the station. Now."

"But why? Did you find Namjoon?"

"Listen, I have informed Sir and the rest of the team, they will soon be in the station. We had found a video in our investigation, couldn't keep it from our superiors, you are summoned in the police station for interrogation."

"W-what? But why?"

"Long story, I will brief you on the way, I requested them that I take you there, they were sending someone else."

—---

"Is that you Officer (Y/N)?"

It was a CCTV footage of the same evening she escaped from that abandoned place, but the first-half was cut off, it was only her punching that sorry excuse of a man.

"Yes, he-he was the one keeping me there!" She pointed out.

The two officers, both her seniors straightened up and assessed her. (Y/N) knew that look, they did not believe her. But why?

"(Y/N), that used to be the local police station decades ago. And man you hit, is a retired officer who even won an award for excellency." One of the officers revealed.

They both were her seniors, superiors of Officer Byuk. They were sent from headquarters. She had no idea what deeply wrong had gone in those two days, but Kyong had briefed her.

Apparently there was a wide-search for her when she went missing, no trace. At the same time, there had been two more shipments of cocaine. Successfully. Also, some classified documents from her home were missing.

Namjoon...

Or at least that was his name.

He had been to her apartment so many times, had 'waited' for her to come home a few times. But even once slip of chance was enough, that sneak got too many of them. No wonder she was being interrogated.

"Sir this is not—"

"Officer Lee." Officer Byuk finally made it to the police station, followed by Dok and Han, who stood beside Kyong on the other side of the room.

"Officer Byuk, its nice to see you again." One of the officers– Lee greeted him with stiff smile and a short handshake. "This is officer Hyuk, we have been sent by the headquarters in order to interrogate Officer (L/N)."

"I see, good to meet you Officer." Officer Byuk nodded with a formal handshake with the other officer "I would like to see the proper documents."

"We have orders, from the headquarter Officer." Officer Lee asserted.

"Officer (L/N) trained under me, she is a part of my team. I have the right to know, please," Officer Byuk gestured towards his office.

After a couple of moments of tense silence, the two officers followed him reluctantly, leaving her with her colleagues.

"(Y/N), you alright? We had been so worried!" Dok and Han rushed to her as soon as the officers were out of sight.

"Yes, I'm good. I don't know how...I mean that man he spoke as if he hated the police and I–I had to escape."

"I don't understand..." Kyong spoke up as he neared them "How did they get the footage? The first half-gone. It's no coincidence."

"Some files, regarding the information of officers in charge of dockyards are missing. The copies were with me, and they're gone. Kyong. I fucked up." (Y/N) sighed, running her hand through her hair.

There was nothing but anger and despair. Had she not been so fucking stupid, she could have had Namjoon in the interrogation room instead.

"You're not stupid, we all have major fuck-ups." Dok was quick to comfort his colleague and friend.

"Yes, our superiors have probably had major fuck-ups, but what matters is to how we respond from now on. What has happened, has happened, cannot be undone anymore. But its a war now, team, we only lost the first battle." Kyong encouraged. "We need to alert the stations near docks, they need special security."

"So, what now?" (Y/N) asked the most obvious question.

"Depends, if Sir Byuk manages to convince them of your innocence, there might not be further—"

His words are cut short when the three officers return in the room.

"We have had discussions regarding your involvement in an retired officer's murder."

"Murder?"

She checked, he was breathing!

Officer Byuk shot her a warning glance before recollecting himself.

"We have the footage of you punching him." Officer Lee spoke up "But there are enough loopholes for us to reach a conclusion, like the missing first part of the footage."

"I have had a words with the headquarter and it has been decided..."

She kept her breathe while Officer Byuk spoke.

"That an official investigation would be carried out, until then Officer (L/N), you are not allowed to leave the country, or work here. You are relieved of your responsibilities until proven innocent."

She was innocent!

She wanted to scream out. But at the moment, she chose to do what she must.

Accept the situation with a graceful and stiff salute and bow before giving away her badges and card.

—-------

File after file laid on the floor as she rummaged through her house, all were in place. Except for the few mentioned missing, nothing seemed out of place. No bugs, no more missing files, no camera. Nothing.

Kyong and the rest of the team had assured her that they would prove her innocent and support her. But it was not their battle now, it was not about duty anymore. It was fucking personal.

She had no badge for the time being, no uniform, even the official gun needed to be submitted.

That was not much of a worry though, she had another licenced one. But this...Her job, her uniform meant the world to her and it were all at stake. She wished to be like her father. But everything in front of her was crumbling.

As she looked around in despair, she tried to think though, tried to put aside the cracks she was feeling and—

The doorbell rang.

(Y/N) walked up to the door in caution, making no disturbance as she checked the peep-hole before hurriedly opening the door.

"Sir?"

Officer Byuk walked in, his gaze flickered at the mess behind her before he fixed his stare on her.

"Are you hurt?"

"No Sir. I beat him up because he was the one I found waking up."

And he fucking touched me with his dirty hands.

Officer Byuk spoke up after a moment of silence

"Lets talk over coffee. You have coffee?"

"Yes, yes I have coffee."

She told him everything. How she met Namjoon, how she felt a bit off and how she found out about his involvement with RM.

"You are fool." Officer Byuk had no filter.

She had known him ever since she was a child. Almost at his retirement, the officer had been her father's close friend.

"And if you are already feeling miserable and want to give up then I am disappointed, I did not recruit a weakling."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

There was another stretch of silent as her observed her.

"You have been a fool once, don't be one again by not investigating things yourself. Start from the beginning." He passed her the ID that had been seized before.

"Its temporary, but it may help. I have the original one with me, don't worry."

"I just don't understand...why did he go for me, not some higher up, had that not been more beneficial?"

"We don't understand a lot of things. Like that retired officer's involvement with the underground. That just makes it clear that no once can be trusted. But since you are not serving anymore, at least officially, use this opportunity to get your hands on this Namjoon or whoever that was. He could be our key."

"I don't think its easy."

"Nothing is easy, start by proving yourself innocent. But don't sit here and wait for that snake to strike." he sipped his coffee "Am I clear?"

"Yes Sir!" She straightened.

"Don't disappoint me this time. And here, from now use this sim. Yours is no longer reliable."

He passed her a  sim card. He came prepared, because he still had faith on her. And she was grateful to him, to her team who were standing by her while everything was pointing against her.

She would not disappoint them again.

"I give you my word, Sir. No more stupidity."

"Good. Now get to work." he nodded before speaking again " And put more sugar in your coffee from now on. What a bitter taste!"

—---------

Well, she had decided to start from where it all began. First, she tried to have the CCTV footages recovered, only to find out that every six months, the footages are deleted. So she had no footage before six months. While she spent hours looking at each and every footage of her and Namjoon, there was not much to be noticed.

Then she questioned the barista regarding the man who visited the cafe with her often.

"Since how long had he been coming here?"

"Ma'am, quite a while, maybe...six months?"

"More than six months?"

"Could be, I am not sure."

"Has he visited this place this week?"

"No, I don't think so."

Namjoon had vanished from the face of earth. Or so it seemed. Every place she had been to, even the economics professor whose identity he stole, nobody seemed to have much of a clue.

He was smart, she would give him that.

"Yeah?"

"You found something?"

It was Dok on phone while she passed through the busy streets of the city.

"Guess, what, that old hag you punched in the video? We've found something that might help. He was under investigation when he was serving, in the nineties, but he came off clean. I have informed Byuk Sir, come to my home, we review the file, and see if we can find something to put shit on him."

"Great! I'll be on my way."

Finally, finally she had something! Well, at least hopefully.

She had half a mind to inform the rest of the team, but since there was no solid confirmation, she decided not to disturb them.

-----

Dok's apartment was around thirty minutes by bus, along the way, she picked up dinner for them. Her stomach grumbled at the delicious aroma wafting out though the packaging.

Pressing the doorbell, she waited with tapping foot for Dok to answer. She knocked when no one answered for the second time.

"Dok! I am starving already and the food is heavy." She yelled through the door, hoping that he would hurry up.

She rang his doorbell again before calling him this time. The faint sound of his phone ringing floated out, but there was no movement, not even the faint padding of feet or shuffle.

"Dok?" she knocked with urgency this time, growing concerned.

She head the faint slow shuffling. Relieved, she waited for him to open the door so that she could pour out an earful to his lazy—"

Click!

"Dok you—"

The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.

"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She help him immediately.

"S-save—"

With a jerk of his body, his head fell back while she had only begun to register the blood all over and an open gash on his back.

"DOK! DOK?"

She realised that had been shot too late, he was not breathing anymore. The blood soaked through her sleeve while the food laid on the round.

"DOK! DO—" She saw a flash of the red dot before it disappeared and without a second thought, she rushed towards the open window

"OI! DON'T HIDE YOU VERMIN!"

With raged eyes and rushed movements, she searched through the line of buildings. But with unshed tears in her eyes and under the veil of the dark night, it was all futile.

—-----

Blue and red lights covered the area near the apartment building and yellow tapes filled the entrance of the apartment. (Y/N) stood numb by Officer Kyong, his overcoat covering her stiff form. Every sound seemed slightly off, every movement felt slow. But this time, he could not keep her tears in. They flowed free as she watched Dok's shrouded body being carried out of the place into an ambulance, the while shroud marred by slight patches of blood.

Han and Kyong held their heads high, not letting a single tear flow out under the weight of the uniform. She felt Officer Byuk's hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"Go home, child." His voice was heavy as he spoke, as if holding himself back.

She stood still, even after the ambulance left, her eyes remained fixed on the spot.

"He had some...He was telling me he found something." Her voice lacked emotion, and strength but that caught Kyong's ears.

"What do you mean?"

(Y/N) licked her lips, recalling the phone call "Dok...He was saying something about finding evidence that would proof my innocence."

Kyong's hands balled into fists.

He nodded, feeling a twinge of resentment bubbling in, but he squashed it immediately.

"This...Whoever..." He began lowly, "Probably has the evidence now."

(Y/N) stood in silence, eyes stilled on the road.

"(Y/N), tell us everything, don't keep anything from us. We already lost a teammate." Han was barely holding back.

"But for now, go home." Kyong advised.

She hummed absentmindedly. Sleep. She needed that.

—---

The rain pelted against the window, fogging it. While the city sky wept, (Y/N) laid on her back in her darkened room with dried tears. Her thumb pressed on the switch of the nightlamp by her bed, only to switch it off after a moment's stillness. It was a pattern that kept repeating, the ceiling lighting up simply, with vague shadows, before plunging into darkness once more.

All she saw was Dok's pained and terrified face in front of her, even with her eyes open. And once she closed them, all she saw was the dreaded night when...

"Dok you—"

The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.

"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She helped him immediately.

"Th-thirty four..." he whispered into her ear "Thirty—Ah!...S-save—"

His head jerked back.

She had told the police each and every detail she could remember in her state. But something in her refrained her from revealing this little information. An officer ins trained to distinguish their intuition from any other form of panic and emotion, and rely on that intuition. It was the same intuition that pointed Namjoon out, and it she had been a fool to dismiss initially. She did not want to repeat the past mistakes.

The constant buzzing of her phone snapped her awake. She had not even realised she had dozed off.

With bleary eyes, she picked up the call in a daze.

"Hllw?" She slurred.

But there was no one greeting back. But there was something—

Breathing.

(Y/N) stilled, now alert as she waited with bated breath.

"Hello?" She tested.

The breathing quivered for a moment before slowing down to normalcy again. But there was no verbal reply. But this time, (Y/N) waited.

"Oh Little bird..."

The audacity.

Her hands balled into fists as she sat up straight, in a smooth, steady motion.

"I wish things would not have had to be so hard...But you—"

"Why?" She asked lowly through gritted teeth.

"I was dying to hear this voice" he sighed lightly and paused for a moment "It's business baby, nothing personal. I just hoped that it would not have to be you. The police tries to meddle with our business, we fuck it up royally. But I have an offer for you, little bird..."

She remained silent. She could almost feel his smirk.

"Come to me, lets forget the past. We can be the same again, but this time you have no officers barking orders at you."

"Why this kindness?"

She could hear his shuddering breath again.

"Oh, Darling, you would not believe me if tell you now...But I feel bad for that officer. That made you upset..."

All she could think of was Dok's face and the number he had whispered into her ear.

"You..."

He took a light but sharp intake when she began.

"...Fucked with the wrong person."

With that, she cut the call.

This was not about her duty or the police department anymore. This was personal now.

—-----

"Did you find any device in the apartment?"

(Y/N) was currently at Kyong's place, both of them sitting in the living room with coffee.

"Devices, like what?"

"Dok had called me to inform that he had found something that would proof my innocence. And Just before I can reach him, he...he is murdered."

"So you are saying that he was being spied upon?"

"I have no other explanation right now. If I were the target, why was unharmed? They are trying to pick us out, one by one, they know us, they know the team."

Kyong hummed.

"What if Dok was not the only one being spied upon? The rest us are probably on their hit-list. But I don't understand...You came out unharmed."

"It was a set up. They framed me for murder of a retired officer, they made sure to kill Dok in front of me. Its psychological game they're playing."

"In every way, you were the one present there so the suspicion would point at you."

Her mind went back to the call. What was the purpose of it?

What did he want? What did his boss want?

"Keep an eye out for danger, alert your family and friends as well, better to put some officers for their safety. We need the help of the intelligence department Kyong, this is not a police-thief hide and seek. It's a war."

-

The road was isolated, but as much as she remembered, it was the same road she escaped through. It was dark again, and she knew that it was expected of her to return to that place. But she had no option, her Kyong and Han had no other option. Under the night sky, everything seemed off.

"Lets park our car here, if we take it into the woods, people might be alerted if they are there." (Y/N) suggested.

As soon as they were out of the vehicle parked safely out of sight, they mingled into the woods. Dead leaves crunched under their shoes as (Y/N) led them further in.

"Are you sure that this is the place?" Kyong asked as they ventured deeper into the woods.

"As much as I remember, yes?"

"Remember? (Y/N), do you realise that one of our teammates is dead and we have guns over our heads, and if we don't find them first, we will be dead!"

Kyong was frustrated, and no matter how much he wanted to keep those thoughts away, they were bleeding through his subconscious.

Clouds of breaths escaped (Y/N)'s lips at that. She understood him, she understood his fears and where he was coming from. But she also knew that there was no other way but to tread in the darkness until they find an anchor, a clue– something, anything.

"I know how this feels—"

"No, you don't. Dok is dead (Y/N)."

"I know he is and it kills me!"

"Okay, you both– we are going to alert people if we keep raising our voice at each other. Dok is no more and they have hit us right where it hurts. There is nothing that can be done until and unless we find this...RM. Whoever it is, they had Dok killed, they had (Y/N) kidnapped and they are waiting to pounce again."

Han's words had both of them looking away. Kyong pushed his hair back– he had never felt helpless and frustrated to this extent.

"Let's...let's keep going, the place is here somewhere."

With that, she resumed walking ahead.

(Y/N) recognised the silhouette of the building from a distance. She signalled the rest of her teammates before the three split up. Taking cover of the darkness and the trees, they stalked closer to the building. It stood with an innocuous appearance, but (Y/N) knew better.

She signalled Han to follow her before swiftly and stealthily making her way towards the building walls. Attaching herself with one of the walls, she watched as Han moved to the opposite walls. After the entrance was surrounded, Kyong moved straight to the entrance of the building.

Both (Y/N) and Han peeked out as Kyong inspected the entrance before giving them clearance and entering, they followed, all of their guns intact and pointed in front of them.

"Number three, anything important? Over."

(Y/N) asked through her headphone as she searched the upper level of the building, kicking open empty doors, expecting to find something but there was—

"No, all three rooms all clear." Han replied.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused her flashlight over a dusty desk. Everything in the place was covered with dust and cobwebs except the half-burnt cigarette. Her gloved hand picked it before sniffing.

Realisation struck her as she shoved the cigarette into her pocket before rushing out of the room.

"Number three, number two, danger incoming 10-0, copy that!" Her eye scanned the area for people before she found gliding through the walls. On the ground floor. She duked in immediately but continued to move.

"Number six, message received."

"I see them moving, take cover!"

She descended with stealth to the ground floor, following the men. Watching them closely, she loaded her gun in silence. Deciding the wall was a good enough cover, she switched to Kyong once more.

"Shoot!"

And with that, bullets surrounded those criminals from both their sides, catching them off guard. They did not intend to kill all of them. She heard some glass shattering from upstairs.

Four out of the five men were down, the other had taken cover behind a wall.

A bullet shattered the glass behind her. She was exposed to the people above.

With no choice, she backed away into a safer cover. while the other man made a run for it

Left with no other choice, (Y/N) chased him into the woods. She faintly heard Kyong's warning call for her but that did not matter. Nothing matters but to take back that man alive. It was a trap and he would be the one proving it. This chase could be a trap as well. But worth the risk.

The bushes, leaves and brushed past her in a swift blurs of sounds and sensations as she chased him. All she could think of was Namjoon's deceptive smile and Dok's dying face.

He was a quick runner and a dodger. The rock he hurled at her came flying towards her, she was quick enough to save her head but it hit her shoulder. And did it hurt bad.

(Y/N) gasped and stumbled due to the jolting pain.

It was just moment before adrenaline pushed her to resume the chase. He took a sharp turn and she almost stumbled before following him.

It was muddy slope with a bubbling creep a few feet deep when she finally grabbed him by his shoulder.

He elbowed her injured shoulder kicked on her stomach, sending her doubling over. This was enough for her grasp to loosen, giving him an opportunity to escape.

He had made it to the creek, his legs ran fast to cross the creek, stumbling a little before—

"ARGH!"

He cried out as the clear water of the creek darkened with crimson. He clutched the side of his knee, but could not stop the blood from gushing out.

His hand reached out for the gun tucked behind him but a heavy boot pressed down on his hand, making him cry out.

"I have him. Over."

(Y/N) informed her teammates, slightly breathless, but keeping her boot pressed on his hand.

---

"There was no need to tie a cloth over the wound, won't say a fucking word!" Han was growing frustrated.

The tied man only grinned through his bloodied teeth. It was quickly becoming clear that it was not his first time being interrogated.

"I'm being nice for the last time— who do you work for?" (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth.

Her shoulder and throbbed and felt slightly heavy, but the tied up man was the potential key to prove her innocence and to get her hands on Namjoon.

No, her main target was RM, Namjoon could be dealt with later.

She shook his thoughts out of her mind and straightened up.

"And if I don't?" He asked, breathless from the pain. "You can't even arrest me." He cackled at their face

"Listen you little shit—"

Kyong was about to pounce on him but (Y/N) stopped him.

"Kyong, we need to handle this carefully if the department comes to know—"

"So what?! What more can happen? Dok is fucking dead already and they were here to kill us too."

"And that is exactly why we must be calm!" (Y/N) asserted, but Kyong only scoffed and looked away with disdain.

"(Y/N), they knew we were here. They were fucking waiting, that's why you found the bloody cigarette! We are risking our lives just to prove YOU innocent!"

"Kyong! Stop it, we are a team." Han interjected.

"Han, Dok is fucking dead trying to prove her innocent." He shoved a finger at her"  Important files are missing from her home because she blindly trusted a fucking criminal! Why didn't you cross-check his identity first? Are you that incapable? So fucking blind? It cost US! The WHOLE FUCKING DEPARTMENT! Byuk Sir is under fire because of her sloppiness!."

"Kyong—" Han tried to intervene.

"No what the hell are we doing? She almost led us to our doom!"

"Kyong stop it!"

"WHY SHOULD WE? Does she even realise what her love affair has cost us?" Kyong screamed his anguish out on her.

(Y/N) stood still. His words hit her, but she would not show it. She had lost enough for showing her vulnerability to people.

"I know how difficult the situation is."

She began, calm and reserved.

"And I promise you both–"

"What are you? Five? We don't want fucking promises (Y/N), we need results." Kyong spat

(Y/N) sucked her cheeks, maintaining her cool.

"I promise you both...if anything goes wrong, it will be only me who gets under fire. I take all the responsibility. But now, we must work together. This is exactly what they want, for us to lose faith in ourselves." She whispered to Kyong, quiet but assertive.

Kyong's gaze locked with hers in a hard, long stare before he looked away.

"I need a smoke. Get him to talk."

With that, he left the room.

(Y/N) and Han turned to the man sitting against the wall. Amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Pathetic, aren't ya'll?"

"You really are asking for broken bones, huh?" Han gritted out.

"You think a brushed bullet can get me to speak? Years ago, another officer tried to be all macho and righteous." He chuckled and sniffle "Shot dead in his home...So think again fools."

Han kicked him on his stomach, making him double over and cough out saliva, but he sniggered.

Han was about to kick him again when (Y/N) chuckled out, shaking her had. Her eyes were a cold but sure warning as she licked her lips. The previously amused grin vanished from the man's face at the sight of her sharp smile with a shaking head.

"You have, never been properly interrogated before."

She whispered out, stalking towards the now alert male while her colleague stepped away.(Y/N)'s hands rested in her pockets, painting the most deceptively casual picture. But as she sat to his level, looking at his eyes, the man stiffened.

Wordlessly, she took his right hand, unbothered by his violent struggles as she held his forefinger, before her other hand brought a needle and pushed the pointed end right under his fingernail, earning a blood-curling scream from the man.

Kyong rushed in, but only watched from the doorway as the man writhed and shook under her unrelenting hold and cold gaze. He wheezed when she took the bloodied pin out, only to thrust it again with greater force, making the man wail out. She moved her leg and pressed against his wounded knee as he gasped and shook, crying out for mercy.

"Who sent you?"

"We—W-we got orders—right–high–higher up–higher up–aaagh!!"

He gasped out.

"Who do you work for?"

"H–Henchin–Lee Henchin—"

"He is only the drug peddler. Who is he working for?"

She took out the pin before moving to his next finger, thrusting the pin underneath the fresh fingernail, he cried out again.

"I don't k–Knowww eeeaAAa!" He wailed

"I am going to put this pin right through you eardrum if I hear this bullshit again."

She sounded like she was explaining a life lesson.

"I really—I r–really don't know!" He wheezed out, gasping as she twisted the needle, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay...Who are his biggest suppliers?"

"H–H–be–we–we collect from hyve–hah"

"What was that?" She leaned in closer

"Hybe...we collect from there—aah!"

She finally let go of his hand and wiped the needle off his blood.

-----

"Lee Henchin? We have no evidence against him, he runs two very exclusive clubs and has a restaurant under his name, but he is a big name (Y/N), I can't just allow that."

"But Sir that man did take Lee Henchin's name, we even recorded his confession—"

"By using violence? You know that it would not work. Besides, Henchin's a big name, we have some clue of his association with prominent yakuzas. I am not letting you three meddle into that."

"But Sir, this is our golden chance. He is going to bring us closer to this RM." (Y/N) almost could not believe what she was hearing, but after Dok's death, she knew where Officer Byuk was coming from.

"No (Y/N), you think we have not tried to get to that little rat? We lost two men, not even their families were spared. You have no idea how deep these roots run."

"Three, Sir. We lost three officers in the span of seventeen years."

Officer Byuk looked at her, surprised.

"And so we need to pull these roots out once and for all."

She added.

"You think its easy?"

(Y/N) looked away, having no answer to that. She went straight to Officer Byuk's residence after the 'interrogation'. It was deemed dangerous for the three to travel together to an officer's house.

"Sir...Dok is dead, our teammate is dead and we know who did this."

"And you three will be too if you go after him. We originally started this mission to know about RM's connections, we found that. And we stop here, this would be passed to the higher ups."

"And it will stay there on some unknown desk collecting dust. We know that too Sir."

Officer locked her gaze with a stern stare.

"I am not ready to lose more of my able officers. There is already an investigation going over you, focus on finding evidence against that officer's connection with the underworld."

"But that is connected to this! Henchin might be out key to prove my innocence."

"That would not help as much as you like to think. None of you are going to go after Lee Henchin. Am I understood?"

(Y/N) stared back, frustrated, angry, but silent.

"Yes, Sir."

-----

"Why did we just leave out phones in our cars?" Kyong was visibly annoyed, but had complied to (Y/N)'s demand.

"Because, I think our phones are being tapped."

(Y/N) replied before sipping her tea. She missed a good cup of that. When she...was with Namjoon, she had introduced coffee to her regular diet. Not replacing her tea, but reducing the consumption.

That man had crawled into her mind.

"Well, how did they know that Dok had some important evidence? And when we went to the same spot I woke up in?"

"So you called us here for this?" Kyong had been cold ever since their fight, and while (Y/N) had tried to be understanding, his behaviour was getting on her nerves.

"I am not found of wasting people's time, Kyong. I called you all to tell you that Officer Byuk will not allow us to go after Henchin."

"WHAT?"

"Why?"

"Guys, keep it low." She hissed, avoiding all the glances and turned heads in the cafe.

"But—but we have his name...Henchin can be a key to prove your innocence as well (Y/N)."

"I know Han. But Henchin, has a record. Most of the cases against him and his pubs are either inconclusive, cold or abruptly closed. There were officers who went behind him, they are all dead. Byuk Sir just does not want to risk our lives."

"But, we are fucking close." Kyong hissed

"We already are taking on this mission without any supervision from the higher ups. He says that he would be sending the details to the intelligence."

"So Dok's death means nothing to them?"

Kyong was understandably upset

"I don't know about them. But we care." (Y/N) reassured.

"But Sir just dismissed any further action."

(Y/N) hummed at Han's words before picking up her filled cup and taking another sip.

She looked at the two, their eyes held question, but also resilience.

"Sometimes...duty comes first, obedience to authority, second."

There were three officers dead in the span of twenty and four years. One, five years ago, second, twelve years ago. And third...seventeen years ago.

Seventeen years ago when she was a six year old child, and she witnessed her father's death.

Because he was the first office to go behind Lee Henchin.

"We will go. Lets start planning."

-----

"Are you sure he would be present in this club tonight?"

After tracking him for a week, they finally had his schedule. Thanks to the informants.

"I'm 99% sure." Kyong replied.

"What do you mean by 99%?" Han was visibly tense.

"Relax, we can never be 100% sure of anything here, can we?" (Y/N) assured him, eyeing the area with a mask of normalcy.

The tree of them came here as any other guest looking to rewind a bit. It was easy to acquire false names and use false information. The club was booming with life, a Friday night in all its glory— messy, lewd, merry, drunk and dancing– everything all at once.

"The VIP and VVIP section is on the first floor, the second floor is off limits, the basement harbours the storeroom an kitchen. Keep eyes on all those heading up. And keep in touch. I will go mingle into the crown from the front, you both choose either corners."

(Y/N) decided, the two nodded before the three separated, moving to their chosen directions. With her mask on and eyes done, (Y/N) made sure to take on a disguise. Her eyes wandered away as she danced her way to the centre, among the crowd of swaying, jumping bodies and flashing lights, all she could see were people who either wanted to burn, or escape, or perhaps both.

Calmly, she ran her eyes over the place, brushing away intruding strangers and drunk office workers. It was a glamorous place, it was a sorry place, it was a safe place for 'deals'.

"Attention, suspect spotted, going up, follow. Over." Han's voice cut through the thrumming music.

"Received, following."

The first floor was quieter, but not untouched by the loud music below. Kyong motioned them to to stay on the darker portions, avoiding cameras. One of their informants worked as a bouncer there. Had it not been for him, they would have no weapons to defend themselves.

The three followed as the three men, surrounded by two bodyguards ascended further. Second floor.

Kyong motioned towards the bathroom before walking in.

If the second floor was off limits, the stair would be the worst way to take. So they had to climb through the bathroom window into the store room of the second floor. Kyong opened the window and entered quietly, only after he was sure everything was clear, signalled for the two to follow. The room was dark, but clear of any threat for now. The informant needed to be rewarded heavily. With practiced stealth, the three made their way out, staying close to the wall, waiting.

A guard entered the seemingly empty hallway, only to be pulled by the neck into another sharp corner, the back of a gun came down heavily on his head, knocking him out immediately.

Han motioned his teammates with a positive sign as the unconscious guards slid down the wall. Dragging his body into an empty room, he took hold of the card required to unlock rooms. They were playing with fire. But it was an absolute necessity.

As they passed through the seemingly empty hallway, in search of those—

"Team."

Kyong and Han turned to (Y/N) who stood a few feet behind, eyeing a certain door.

"What is it?"

"I think this is the room."

"How do you know?" Kyong eyed the room.

"Yes, we can't be sure." Han added.

"You are right. Do one thing, you two go ahead, I will check this room."

"(Y/N), are you out of your fucking mind?" Kyong hissed "We can't just—"

"I will keep you updated."

She assured them, leaning in to check. So far, silence. Slowly, she pushed the door open to peek in.

Empty.

"Go. We have limited time."

She urged before they could speak up.

Glancing at the room number once last time, she slid in with caution.

Room number 34.

Had it been a pitch black room, she would not have take much of a risk. But the room was unlocked and dimly-lit. An indication that someone was about to come in, or had recently exited. Using the closet to hide, she slid behind the hanging towels and some washed curtains. The gaps in the door design allowed her unobstructed view of the room.

"In the room, watching. Clear for now. Copy that."

She informed her colleagues through the interconnected earbud before checking the number of spare bullets hidden in her shoes.

Now all was left was to wait. Patience would bear fruits. Or something like that along the lines.

She waited patiently for over an hour–still and quiet until the door the the room finally opened. And the room was illuminated further. Leaning away more into the darkness of the closet, her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps.

And finally, the person was right in her viewing range.

"Any updates?"

Kyong's voice rang in her ear. But she did not reply, she could not.

"Number six. Any update?" This time, it was Han.

"Number two and three...take shelter. Over."

She whispered to the earbud, while her eyes watched the man in front of her.

Officer Byuk.

He made himself comfortable over a cushioned chair by the window in the room after taking out a bottle from the mini fridge in the room. But he took out two glasses and did not uncork the bottle.

She waited in the closet another hour with anticipation before she heard a knock. Byuk instantly rose up and went to answer the door.

"Hello Officer Byuk."

The voice had her tightening her grip on her gun. Ready to shoot.

"Finally, come in please."

She waited with bated breath before the second man came into her viewing range, right in front of her.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Officer."

Namjoon's voice was deeper than she remembered, a gravelly edge that somehow made him sound exactly like the cold-blooded criminal that he was.

"Lee said he's on his way. He will join us shortly." Byuk spoke up, motioning towards the set table.

"Let's wait for Lee." Namjoon offered.

"No alcohol for him today, he's on antibiotics he said." Byuk replied, finally uncorking the bottle and filling the glasses.

"Any new updates?"

"The officers were close. But now that the threat is diffused, I think Lee needs to lay low for a while, some of the officers might not let this go." Byuk replied, sipping on his drink.

Namjoon only hummed.

He lookers slightly different than a month—

One and a half month. It had been almost one and a half month since she had last seen him. All she remembered how lively, kind and gentle he looked. But the man she was looking at now had a sinister edge to him. He always had that, he simply hid that well. He was no longer sporting hair she had last seen him with. It was cut short, somehow enhancing the sense of danger that shadowed his presence.

Her eyes moved from him to Byuk– Uncle Byuk– the man she trusted the most in the world. The one man she had put her blind trust on. She exhaled slowly, trying to keep her bubbling rage at bay as she began to connect the dots.

"Number two and three."

There was no response.

"Number two and three?" She hissed, turning tense with each passing moment.

She loaded her gun noiselessly. Something had gone wrong.

Byuk's phone rang.

"Please excuse me." With that, he picked up the phone and listened. "Shit!" he hissed, cutting the call. "I think I need to get out of here, there are two officers in disguise in this building, I will order them to shoot them at sight."

"Don't kill them now." Namjoon spoke up before rising from his chair, Byuk followed "And there are not two officers, but three."

With that Namjoon marched up to the closet and swung the door open, making her gasp. Before she could injure him, he grabbed her wrist and dropped the gun to his hold.

"Tch, that's dangerous little bird."

The nickname made her sick.

"Think of your friends before you do something."

He whispered coldly while dodging her attacks. Byuk stood there, pale as soon as (Y/N)'s gaze found his while she struggled in Namjoon's hold.

"Easy, Little Bird, we just met, what's the hurry?"

This little shit!

"She will kill us Sir, finish her!"

Byuk's words were the final nail on the coffin. She wanted the write the ending, but perhaps fate had other plans. She could only pray that Kyong and Han get away safely.

"Mind your words, Byuk."

Namjoon's voice dipped lower and Byuk visibly gulped.

"Bu–but she knows now."

At that, Namjoon looked down at her. Finding her eyes still on that imbecile, he gripped her cheeks and compelled her to look at him.

"But she won't let anything happen to her friends, would she? Lee's men already have them. And all they need is a nod from me."

She hated being close to him, and she hated herself even more for realising that she missed him, she missed his proximity, his touch, his eyes, his smile, she missed his voice. She missed him.

His thumb rubbed her cheek with a softness she had yearned for one and a half month. And at that moment, she wished that he were a different man, she wished she never met him, she wished that she never fell in love with him.

"What do you say Little Bird?"

His hold on her was firm– there was no use of struggling anyway, one phone call and Kyong and Han would meet Dok's fate.

He leaned closer, his fingers on her cheeks effectively preventing her to move away. It was an ambiguous feeling when she felt him inhaled a long, sharp breath before breathing into her. Their breath mixing was like a reaction set to scatter the world around.

"My offer still stands, Little Bird. But of course, the choice is yours."

His voice was milk and honey, a mocking smirk on her predicament.

"Sir, we have the two officers." A new voice emerged from the entrance and he finally let go.

She turned to look at the man she had only seen pictures of. But his presence filled her with a sense of disgust she never knew she possessed.

Lee Henchin was an aged up man now, but the wicked shadow he possessed overpowered the room. He glanced her her with a curious tilt of his head

"This one could do for the VVIP clients. One of the girls escaped, we need a replacement anyway for tomorrow."

She felt cold, but the sheer amount of hatred in her urged her to break his face. Maybe take out his teeth– one at a time.

"The Lady is not for sale, Lee." She shivered when Namjoon growled from behind, pulling her closer to him.

And as she watched Lee Henchin's previously confident stan falter subtly, she understood who pulled the shots in the room.

"You can do whatever you want with the rest of them though." Namjoon added.

She tensed at that, and he felt it too, she knew that when he asked her

"Isn't that right, little bird?"

The silence was only a beat long, but it held oceans within.

"Offer accepted." She muttered out begrudgingly.

"What was that honey?" He rose an eyebrow, barely containing his smirk.

She would have slapped that smirk away had it not been Han and Kyong's life at stake.

"I accept your offer. But you will let them go safe, in one piece. And they will never be bothered again."

She looked up to meet his eyes– the deep brooding eyes that reminded her of unwritten poetry and hidden classics read on rainy days were now swirls of storms themselves– all the harsh murky days, the hovering, ominous clouds, the sharp, sudden thunderbolts and the deep rumble that followed.

"Lee, tell your men to release the two. Throw them out of the club."

"Uh–I did not know that she was—"

"Officer Byuk!" His voice rose, cutting Henchin off "Make sure the two never reach here, or me sniffing."

"As you wish, Sir."

He took a completely different way out to reach his car. His hand though gripped hers. Outside stood an imposing car in the middle of two others. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her, keeping a close eye as she settled into the farthest corner.

But he was least bothered by that. He finally had her in his grapes, and that was all that mattered.

"I'm sorry Little Bird but I can't quite trust you so soon." He urged her to give her hands, keeping his voice gentle.

She should know that he meant no harm. He was not the villain, the world was. She narrowed her eyes at him.

(Y/N) knew that she had no choice, not at the moment at least. It was narrow path and the only way was the way ahead. If she was going to die...Well she did not know anymore. Namjoon's behaviour was odd so far, it kept her guessing.

Swallowing the bitter pill, she placed her hands on his tentatively, only for him to lock them behind her. The coldness came engulfed her wrists soon after.

What a fucking irony.

The cop being handcuffed.

She ground her teeth to keep herself from reacting the way she truly wanted.

"What—"

Just as she thought that it was over, a black cloth over hear eyes rendered her blind, making her jump, ready to spring into action. But Namjoon's hold on her tightened.

"Shhh, take it as safety measures, Jagi, nothing else."

He cooed at, tying over the blindfold.

"It's' not necessary, I can't go back anyway." (Y/N) felt the simmers of panic in her belly.

"I know Jagi. But I don't take chances with capable people."

It felt simultaneously like a warning and compliment. Perhaps it was. He knew her capacity, and he was not taking any chances. With a defeated sigh, she leaned on the expensive leather of the car, feeling the engine rumbling into life before the slightest jerk indicted that the car was now in motion.

----

The villa was settled near an isolated road that harboured a stretch of moor on the other side, beyond which laid a highway cutting through a small woodland. And the housekeeper made excellent tea.

There were five of them— those visible at least– her, Namjoon, the housekeeper, a maid and a cook.

A month in the place, (Y/N) at least knew that Namjoon held a high position—Namjoon was his real name after all and it was a stupid as well as smartest move to pull, given that he was, at least very close to the highest and he had spied on her and the department for a long period of time. No one would assume that he used hi real name, criminals never used their real names. She was, though yet to decipher how many of them were hiding in the woods.

"More tea, Madame?" The housekeeper who has been adamant to not tell her his real name, offered to refill her empty cup.

"Thank you, Pep."

(Y/N) nodded to him, smiling faintly as he refilled her cup for the second time.

"No more mooncakes, Pep, I want my tea just as it is."

"Sure." He put away the mooncakes, while she sipped on the tea, watching the wind sweep through the moor in orchid waves.

She kept her eyes on the scene outside, while her ears strained to hear Namjoon on the phone. But he was inside the house and the walls were soundproof.

It had only been a month but to her, it felt like a decade since she had gone to work. Everyday, before her eyes would battle against sleep, all she could think of was Uncle Byuks' betrayal and Lee Henchin.

Lee Henchin...

"I am so sorry, Jagi. My absence sometimes hurts the business."

Namjoon walked up to her with his pretentious apology.

"Why bother to stay back then? Your blood money flow is affected."

He only smiled at her words before turning to the housekeeper. Taking the clue, Pep walked away, leaving the two alone.

"Nothing, (Y/N), is more important than you."

"I don't understand this game..."

And really, she did not. She had no more information to give him. Officer Byuk knew more than her. Had more access. Then why was he even interested in her?

"I did come close to you with the intention to be closer to the ground and have some files." Namjoon confessed, looking away to the moors while he sipped his coffee.

"But even if you don't believe me, Little Bird, I fell, and I fell hard and stupid in love with you." He eyed her for moment before his gaze dropped on his share of mooncakes.

He loved everything sweet, she had learnt.

"Even if you don't believe me, I do not blame you. We have a lifetime to ourselves."

" That's very confident for man who has a boss to answer. What would RM think when they come to know that you an officer?"

Namjoon leaned back, not even a flicker of doubt passing on his face.

"I don't answer, Little Bird."

She frowned and put her cup down.

"Why?"

He smiled indulgently at her, but to her, it felt condescending.

"I don't answer to anyone, Love. People answer to me...I am RM."

She felt cold and parched all over.

—-----

Kyong bit into his apple while his eyes remained on the screen in front of him. No, he refused to believe that (Y/N) was dead, as 'evidence' had shown. He would not have believed that Dok was dead had he not seen his body himself. But (Y/N)...He had not seen her body. It was only her gun–bloodied gun. But again, there was no confirmation whose blood was that.

That was a work too lousy to be professional. It was a cover up, and a poor cover up if he may add.

And he won't be at rest until he finds out where (Y/N) was bring her back.

—--

"I'm dead?"

(Y/N) whispered in disbelief as she watched the tv screen. It was a follow up news. And she, like those cold cases piled up inside shelves, was herself reduced to one of them— a cold case that may fascinate many, but not bother any.

"Who put backs news channels here?" RM hissed at Pep who stuttered in his presence.

"I fixed a monthly plan, they must have added—"

"Take that down. Now."

Her name and face was long gone from the screen. Like a flipped page, it was another day, another news, another race for TRP.

But her cheeks trembled.

She was dead to the world, her traces, her existence was wiped out. Even if she were really dead, there was no family to grieve for her. The only person closest to be called a family was the one to give her one final blow.

"Hey, hey, its just to make sure that no one comes after you, yeah? And we can start afresh."

Namjoon's face shielded the screen as he cupped her cheeks, eyes searching–trying to read her, reassure her. Make her feel the safety she never would. Switching the television off, he focused on her again.

"Don't think too much about that, okay? Why don't we..." looking around, he whirred his brain before his eyes landed on a golden wrapper "Why don't we make chocolate together? Hmm? You love baking right? We can bake later."

As if that would help. She was spiralling and she was spiralling fast.

She let him lead her to the kitchen while Pep hurriedly helped to set the ingredients. But her mind was running far away. Was there, really no choice? No hope for freedom?

—---

"It's cold, wear a coat."

Were Namjoon's first words as soon as he was back from his home office and into the bedroom.

"But, we are alright inside?"

(Y/N) was confused. Anybody could tell that it was cold by the blanket of snow covering the moor, some browns still peeking out, but over all, it all stretched white.

"We are going out for a walk." Namjoon smiled at her. The surprise must have been apparent as she put away the book she was reading and sat up straighter.

"Like, now?" Her eye widened in surprise.

He nodded, watching her closely, but there was a softness that did remind her of their older days, but it held something different, something more. She was, finally having the chance to step out of the place after two whole months, and there was no way that she would let this opportunity go. But there was a part of her that seeped in disbelief and suspicion.

Why would he risk it so soon? There had been no indication of him beginning to trust her. Then why?

"I know that the news of...your death charade was a bit too much. But I did what I thought was an absolute necessity. But I cannot bear to see you sad, Little Bird." He walked closer, sitting on his knees to meet her eyes.

He waited for a verbal response, but there came none. She only nodded.

The sound of snow crunching had something satisfactory in it. And as they walked through the snow. Namjoon pulled up the warm scarf.

"Its cold, Jagi, be careful."

(Y/N) nodded and fixed the scarf over her nose as they walked through the snow-covered moor, towards the white woods. His hold remained firm over her other hand though. Fingers intertwining, slithered between the gaps like he had slithered in her life.

Namjoon could not help but look at her with fondness. Even though there was no trace of a complete smile, there was a ghost of it somewhere— a spark in her eyes that had been somewhat dimmed in the past month. Namjoon hated that. He knew that he had hurt her and things had been going hard enough as it was. But, the news headlines about her (faked) death might have been the final hit. She was crumbling, and Namjoon hated that. She had suffered enough. He could always deal with Henchin and Byuk later. But she was his priority.

He kept a close eye on her, while his hand squeezed her gloved ones every now and then as they walked closer to the woods.

"Its a pretty sight."

"You like it?"

Of course she did, the way her eyes took in every detail, it was clear as day that she loved the winter wonderland the small woods would turn into.

"We can..." He weighed his options "We can come here everyday if you like?"

Without another word, she kept walking, her eyes fixed on the ground as they passed through the trees.

"What are you looking at?"

"Huh? Sorry just—what did you say?"

Namjoon observed her a moment before looking away, "Lets go back."

"So soon?"

"Hmm, I don't want you catching cold."

Tugging her to take a turn, he strode back to the villa. His grip, even through the gloves felt tight. Once back, he ordered Pep to prepare tea for them before marching back to the room.

"Is that what you have planned for me? To be your prisoner?"

Even after two months, nothing changed, and her patience was waning."

Namjoon looked up from his tea, eyes gleaming before he put the cup down and sat up straighter.

"You are no prisoner little bird, don't call yourself that. Did you not hear my offer?"

"I accepted your offer. I am here with you, on your whim, in return of my friends' lives."

"No, that's not it. I told you, come with me, you will have more power than a miserable uniform can ever give you. And by now, I assume you know that the silly ideals you were holding onto, hold no place there."

She stared back at him defiantly as she slowly sipped her tea.

"These 'silly ideals took us to Henchin'. We had him that night..."

"Until I appeared."

"Until you appeared."

"And he still lives."

"He is useful to me (Y/N)."

He killed my father.

He killed my father.

He fucking. Killed. My. Father.

In silence, she sipped her tea.

—------

"Why didn't you accept the invitation, it has been a while since we've gone out drinking?"

Han walked along with Kyong, who strode to rush out of the police station as soon as he could.

"I'm not in the mood Han?"

"You said the same last week."

Kyong finally stopped "Because I was not in the mood to go drinking last week too." he sighed out, annoyed.

"Okay, how about this Sunday? You and me?"

"Han, I'm busy this Sunday."

"You dating, man?"

Kyong sighed at the question

"No–I am—Listen Han—"

"No because there is something bothering you. Look, Kyong, I know that losing both of our friends like that is and has been hard so far. It has been three months since (Y/N)'s..." He eyed Kyong cautiously, who only threw him a withering glare before looking away "(Y/N)'s demise."

"Han...Let's not talk about that."

"This is exactly what we need to talk about— first Dok and now (Y/N). I feel guilty too. She sacrificed herself. Lee was going to kill us but—"

"I fought with her, okay? I doubted her, she was the one in trouble and instead of being understanding, I blamed her for Dok's death! That–" he pointed his finger down, moving it with force "— is guilt!"

"Kyong...You can't let this consume you forever, can you?"

Kyong did not reply. (Y/N) was alive. And he was going to bring her back, even from the depths of hell if it were to be.

—-----

The gentle snowfall had now turned to occasional blizzards that left a good few feet of snow for days. It was no surprise to her that their daily walks were suspended. But it did come as a surprise when she woke up one a gloomy morning, only to see Namjoon all dressed up.

"Good morning little bird, did you have a good sleep?" He turned to her as soon as she had begun to sit up.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Me, not you." Namjoon replied, fixing his cufflinks "Be good for me while I'm gone,"

His voice was airy as he approached her to place a delicate kiss on her forehead. Yet his eyes were another story— they held a clear warning.

"The blood-business needs the big bad mafia?"

"Business is business, Jagi. There is only profit, loss and sides. Nothing else."

"So it is important."

"The maid has prepared breakfast, if you want, I can have it brought up." He diverted the topic

"No, thanks, I will take it downstairs."

"Okay. I might be late, do not wait up for me. Sleep on time, okay?"

She looked up to him before looking away with a dismissive nod.

Namjoon sighed, "Things would have been different had you just taken up my offer."

"I am here, am I not?"

"Not willingly. You are holding on some stupid ideals."

"Why must I trust you? You broke my heart– they are my friends who stayed with me. I am not holding on to any ideals anymore Namjoon"

I have a purpose.

Namjoon sucked his cheeks– a tell tale sign of his draining patience. He was a patient man, she would give him that– and perhaps it was the calmness he executed his plans, no matter how cruel– that sent sent chills cascading down her. He was not the one to run with impulse, rather, with a cold, meticulous plan.

All the more difficult to decipher.

Namjoon was a man to not mess with. And while he was an extremely patient man, every man had a fuse. She was in no position to try her luck.

Wanting to be out of the situation, she got off the bed and tried to walk past him, when his hand coiled around her waist, pulling her closer to him, while she kept looking ahead. Yet, there was a pit forming in her stomach.

"Those men had been too near you for my liking. If I wanted, I could have had them ripped apart." His hold tightened as he continued "Limb. To limb. And still have you here."

This made her turn to him�� her fiery glare matched his cold contemplation.

"But I did not want that. I do not want you to hate me. So don't make do something that is going to cost our progress." His breath was hot on her skin.

Without another word, she jerked his hand away and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Once inside, she waited for a good few minutes before she switched on the flush, then turned the shower on. She had heard the muffled sound of door closing. Opening the bathroom cabinet noiselessly, she rummaged through her sanitary needs before a packet came to her grasp. Dipping her fingers in, she fished out the phone she had hidden. Having checked the bathroom lock one more, she moved away from the door while her thumb rushed to dial a number.

The person picked up after a single ring.

"Kyong?"

She whispered.

—-----

Namjoon waited. Eye glancing on his wrist watch ever so often. He did not like to wait. He was the one make people wait. But this deal was important for a business boost. The larger the company, the easier it was to play the cards.

"Where is he, Lee?"

Namjoon's voice did nothing to show his thinning tolerance. He only flicked his lighter on and lit up the limited edition cigarette to keep his cool. The argument was in his mind, her fierce stare showed no spirit of reconciliation and this was worrying for him. He needed her to see how futile everything was– everything she believed in, and how powerful she could be with him. He wanted her loyalty, only then he could marry her. And if he would not marry soon, one of his rivals would and have a heir before him. He had spilled enough blood to be on top, he did not want more bloodshed. They all had their share when he killed the previous Don and took the throne.

"Jardo, my friend!"

Namjoon looked up to see the awaited guest walking up to him.

"My sincerest apology for the delay, businesses have trouble, Sir..."

"RM."

Namjoon corrected him before accepting the hand he offered for a shake.

"Jardo Alec, kindly have a seat."

Lee offered the seat right in front of Namjoon.

"So, your dealings in the Latin world is famous here too."

"Not here, its all over the world."

Namjoon tilted his head.

"I have a schedule, Alec, and I would get straight to the point. There is a shipment of merch-material coming for the factories under Hybe. It will stop the your coast for some custom issues– deal with it, refill the packs inside the material and ship it."

"Well, there has been negotiation regarding the price—"

"Seventy million. I want the pure, white and the yellow ones. Put them inside capsules" Namjoon interrupted.

Jardo sat back, surprised at the lack of negotiation.

"You have got your pockets full, RM."

Namjoon smiled while rising up and buttoning his suit, the rest of the men mirrored his actions.

"Lee will inform you regarding the rest. But I need the shipments before the top five groups begin their world tours."

"You want to sell in the concerts? That's a risky job."

Namjoon took in his cigarette, letting the fumes enter his system.

"Its a risky business."

----

Kyong's eyes took in the computer screen that showed the targets. He the location of the guards loitering in the woods near the villa. Namjoon was out in months. Surely, the guards would be on high alert.

His specialization in hacking did come handy when he was able to get past the security system of the cameras outside the villa and in the woods as well, to note the movements of Namjoon's men. But he could not stay for long, the breach would be eventually detected.

He noted their movements for a few hours before retreating. There was a pattern, but that was not his problem. The problem was the fucking high-functioning front with a camera that overlooked the area. He needed to find out first who had the control of the drone.

—--

"The risotto was delicious Pep."

"Thank you Ma'am." Pep smiled, bowed and retreated.

Just as she had finished her lunch, the gates of the villa opened,

"The weekly groceries are here, Madame."

"I have just finished lunch, don't bother about me, go fetch that."

Pep bowed lightly before rushing to open the door. Bags of the listed items were carried in by two sturdy men.

"Do they have the chocolates I ordered?"

She followed them into the kitchen as Pep prepared to stock up the pantry.

"Oh, here it is." He handed over the box of chocolates to her. Her eyes flicked over the two men there, then on Pep before she open the box.

"I will be in the bedroom Pep, have the evening tea sent up, will you?"

"As you wish, Madame."

She nodded before popping in one of the chocolates in her mouth and walking away.

Once inside the confines of her bedroom, she sighed. Nearing the intercom, she tossed away the chocolate box and picked up the intercom. Taking out a chip from her mouth and wiping it clean, she took off its plastic coat and glued it to the back of the device.

—----

"I don't understand, what do you mean by lost data?"

Namjoon was tense. How could it be? They have lost a dozen of profiles of their guards? Check for a breach."

"Checked Sir, there was none. It seems like a glitch." His men from the other end of the phone explained.

"Okay, send this case to the higher up. I don't want another sloppy hacker job."

Well, the day could not get any worse.

It had been two days since his confrontation with (Y/N) and she had been colder than before. No snide remarks, or witty, scalding comebacks, just the silence. Jardo and his deal was facing an obstacle regarding bribing the customs, and now some of his guards' biodata suddenly went missing.

Namjoon was on edge. Her jerked his tie to loosen up as the car sped through the muddy countryside road. The melting snow and the icy wind did not help.

"Bring me me a coffee!" He growled as soon as the housekeeper opened the door for him.

"Sure, Sir."

Tossing away his dirty overcoat, he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes looked up to his room, usually, the lights would be on, but the room was all dark with the door wide open.

"Where (Y/N)?"

"Upstairs, Sir."

"She's not in the room." He pointed while taking the steaming cup from the housekeeper's grasp.

"She's on the terrace Sir."

He stopped just as he was about to take a sip. "The terrace? It's fucking dark! Why is she still there?"

He did not wait for an answer, instead, he ascended the stairs.

The terrace was lit up, as usual, just not empty anymore.

"What are you doing here?"

Her back was facing him when he reached the terrace

"I was bored."

She replied without turning.

"There are plenty of subscriptions for you, there are video games"

(Y/N) finally turned as he neared her.

"Thank you." Her honeyed tone stung.

"How long are you going to keep this up? What the fuck—-" Namjoon stopped mid-way, recollected himself after a long breath and resumed "What do you want?"

"You know what I want Namjoon, and even with all the money you can't give it to me."

"I can, once I begin to trust you."

"You proved me dead to the world! You have officers on your payroll, and you are still afraid."

"I am never afraid!"

With a roll of her eyes, she brushed past him.

Fuck it!

Namjoon turned around and strode behind her, grabbing her arm and jerking her to stop and turn to him.

"I've had enough! You think you can torment me like that?"

With a tilt of her head, she assessed him "I think its working. Cool off, Namjoon."

His hold only tightened.

"I have been patient enough, have I not? How long are you going to keep—"

"I do not play with people Namjoon. And then you have the audacity to complaint." It was not an outburst like before– it was plain, cold and as much as he wanted to deny– factual.

"You can't keep this up."

She rose her eyebrow, infuriating him further "Watch me." this time, she forcefully jerked his hold off and walked away.

Namjoon just stood there. Heaving. Burning.

Cool off.

The words did nothing to cool him off. In fact, it had the opposite affect. He needed her. He love her and she needed to know that. So he rushed after her. Chasing her like a lifeline, the only hope of survival.

Desperate.

Angry.

Passionate.

He did not know what came after what, or how many more emotions he was feeling. But he knew he loved her.

And that it hurt when she refused to believe him.

She was already in their room, walking in just in time as he rushed in, kicking the door close. But when she turned around to tell him off, his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck before he pulled her into a burning kiss.

It was like an imprint on his soul– he had been waiting, he had tried to be patient, but she was stubborn, and fiery, and righteous– he loved her, he loved everything about her, but above all, he would love to let his darkness bend her righteousness.

He felt her tugging him closer. He knew he was ingrained in her. She loved him too. His movements were quick and rough as he got rid of her clothes, not caring if he ripped them away in the process, removing his own as well.

It was static energy in the room, thick passion and meaning line between insanity and passionate.

"You fucking get on my nerves sometimes!" He growled, parting her legs with a firm, sharp movement but surprisingly, not rough.

"I thought the boss never loses his cool?"

He chuckled humourlessly at the poking.

"You wanted me to beg you, didn't you? Beg you for forgiveness and tell you how right you were?" his thumb found her pearl with practised ease, her sharp intake of breath only fuelled his desire "I do not beg!" he hissed on her face, playing with her pearl "I. Beg. Nobody!"

"Tell that to yourself Joon–keep telling that to yourself until you fool yourself." She replied breathlessly, somewhat grappling with her wit amidst the onslaught of pleasure coming down on her.

Joon.

Namjoon froze at the nickname. She had called him Joon after so long. It was like returning home after a hard exile.

His movements slowed down eventually, but never came to a halt. He leaned in and kissed her with tenderness– all the tenderness he could have in his heart– the remaining, the newfound, the churned, the ruined.

It did pain him to see her surprised eyes. A remained of the painful fact that she did not trust him, and it was a long way ahead to rebuild their relationship– one that would never be the same, since its very foundation was based on deception.

But in the end, their love would prevail. His love would prevail– even if it was crafted by the nefarious creatures below.

And if...

He dove in, peppering kisses on her bare breast, feeling them to his heart's content.

And if she would never love him the same again...

His one finger teased her folds, testing, feeling her legs spread further unconsciously, making him smirk.

His love was enough.

His finger dipped in. He had missed touching her, feeling her. It was moment he wished could last longer.

He kissed her again, this time, he felt her pulling him closer.

His finger reached deeper, feeling her velvet walls clamp around while she tensed. His thumb continued to play with. Her fingers sprawled over his naked chest, the nails barely scratching him– light and teasing. If she was doing that knowingly– she was playing with fire.

His other hand buried itself in her hair, fisting it lightly while he deepened the kiss, light moans only encouraged him to act further. Adding another finger, her moved them further, occasionally circling them to earn those sweet moans that spilled from her lips. His fingers moved and her hips followed, her hold on him tightened, sliding towards his shoulders.

"All you have is me."

He whispered into her ear, quickening his pace, watching in glee as her eyes rolled back before he felt her spilling on his fingers– hot, gushing as the walls spasmed.

He was a patient man...

But it had been so long since he felt her around him.

Diving in for another intense, mind-robbing kiss, he parted her legs further with his knees, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside her.

The sudden flashes of her with another man sent him to a frenzy. Had he not promised her to spare their lives...

She moaned into the kiss, hissing as his fingers moved slowly inside her, occasionally parting to prepare her for him. Finally pulling away his fingers, he smeared her wetness all over his manhood before letting the bulbous head tap against her folds teasingly. His patience thinned further when she mewled into the kiss. Relenting against his tongue while he slid inside her, slowly stretching her, inch by inch, until he was buried as deep as he could be.

But he wanted to bury himself deeper.

He wanted to leave traces on her soul, he wanted to run in her veins, he wanted to be the one in her mind and the first on her tongue.

"I missed you." He was turning breathless with all the adrenaline pushing up in his system. Yet, he did not want to hurt her.

To him, she would always be his little bird

"You had me."

"I missed this. You, like this! We–we can always...always go back to as we were."

His hips moved in sync with hers. In that moment, they both were one. And he wished the moment would last till eternity.

It was like his soul was reaching out for hers.

He lied. He knew he lied.

He would beg.

For her, to her.

If that was what it took to being them back to the lovely days they once shared.

"Oh–Joon—"

He moved faster, basking in that moment, deluding himself that everything was alright.

At least he could relish it as long as it lasted.

Her legs wrapped around his hips as they both shuddered in ultimate contentment. It was quiet for a while as they settled under the covers.

"We can start afresh, love." Namjoon whispered, letting his fingers run through her hair, moving away strands as he cherished the tender moment.

Her previously closed eyes opened with unfathomable gaze.

"No, Namjoon. We are not meant to start afresh." With that, she moved the covers and got off the bed.

Grabbing things from the closet, she walked into the bathroom, unbothered by Namjoon's heated stare on her.

Sitting up, Namjoon picked up the cigarette pack and the lighter beside it. Pulling one between his lips, he lit the cigarette. The smoke clouded his vision as he exhaled, leaning back while his eyes kept finding their way back to the shut bathroom door every now and then.

Halfway through his smoke, he got off the bed and wore a pair of sweats.

Still no sign.

Frowning, he turned to pull the curtains of the window a bit and—

As soon as he saw the bloody corpse of one of his guards, he rushed to the bathroom.

"(Y/N)!"

No response.

With one powerful kick, the bathroom door flew open, letting him view the now wide open window with its glass slates cleanly removed with thick towels.

"(Y/N)! FUCK!"

He bellowed.

—---

The snow was thick and the dark woods did not make it any easier. There was blizzard due and they had to reach their car before that.

"Careful there," Han held (Y/N) as she tripped, almost falling flat on the ground "You sure you're not hurt?"

His questioned made Kyong turn to check on her as well, he had been a bit ahead if them, but within the earshot.

"No—I'm okay. Its get out of here." (Y/N) reassured Han, who eyed her with concern, but nodded nevertheless.

Kyong and Han had pulled off the impossible. She had only heard of Kyong's legendary hacking skills...Had seen him hacking no more than modest systems but as they made their way through the silent, snowy forest, she was introduced to his and Han's true potential.

But that was not the thought that plagued her mind– it was filled with the flashes of her and Namjoon– their bodies mingled together. He looked at her with so much of tenderness, with the vulnerability that she refused to believe in. it felt like they were even now.

He deceived her, she betrayed him.

And yet...

And yet there was no trace of satisfaction, or simmering down of the—-

"SHIT!"

Han ducked down just at the right moment, and the bullet hit the tree before him.

"Everyone, down!"

(Y/N) instructed, pushing Kyong away before another shot was fired at him.

"We need to split." She declared as they took cover. It was silent but the light crunching of the snow conveyed approaching danger.

"But we–"

"Now, Han. Go right, Kyong, follow this path. He's after me. I will go left. You two– if I do not return withing twenty minutes, get out of here."

"What? (Y/N). we are not leaving you behind!" Kyong hissed, eyes still ahead in search of the attacker.

"I won't let you guys die because of me–Dok was—"

"It wasn't your fault." Kyong finally looked at her, his hardened gaze softened slightly "It wasn't...I'm sorry. I should have been more understanding."

(Y/N) nodded.

"Go...Please."

Kyong frowned but obliged, nudging Han to slip out first without coming under notice.

"We will see you on the road by the woods?" Kyong's waited for assurance.

Assurance. That was all she could give him at the moment. So she nodded.

"Go."

With a nod, he began to crawl back, maintaining cover of the trees an shrubs. Once he motioned (Y/N), she made a quick dash to her left– deliberately exposing herself.

Her legs worked fast, but she could hear the sound of quick boots approaching. The snow was only slowing her down. But slowing down was not an option.

She could hear him running parallel to her, but with the blurring rights, she could see nothing. He was like an invisible hunter.

But she was no prey.

All she had to do was to distract—

Ow!

She fell to her side, allowing her had to slow down the momentum. But it was painful, especially due to the weight of another man over her. She heard him snigger humourlessly as he locked her to the ground. Knees pinning her legs while he locked her wrists behind her back with one hand. The barrel of the gun felt hot pushed on the nape of her neck. But his breath falling so close stole overshadowed the sense of danger a gun would bring.

"Not so fast." He growled lowly and she shivered, pressing the gun harder

The snow was cold and the jacket did little to help her. Her breathing ruffled some of the dried leaves close by as adrenaline pumped through her.

"I will fucking kill him–kill them both!"

Namjoon would keep his promise. And that gave her all the more reasons to get out.

"No, you will not."

She hissed before navigating her fingers to press on the spot near his thumb, making him loosen his grip a bit but that was enough for her. Her elbow shoved on his jaw as she twisted her body out of his grip. Putting her weight on her upper body, she managed to flip him off her. Rolling over, they both were quickly back on their feet. The only difference being Namjoon's gun now kicked away while (Y/N) had her gun pointed at him.

His smile was unnerving--eyes still raging with emotions. Despite the low visibility, she could see how deranged he looked.

"Yeah, fire now. That would help you in future."

His voice had a tremble.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, squinting to get a better look at him. The faint lights told her that the edge of the woods was nearby.

She could fire. She had the gun– a loaded gun. But how could she?

She realised the emptiness she had within after looking at Namjoon's eyes. Her vision blurred but she blinked away the tear immediately.

It's the cold.

It's cold.

She told herself.

"Back off Namjoon. I have nothing to lose anymore. I can keep you off the radar. Just don't come after me."

"I will always come after you Darling. So, shoot me now."

He chuckled at her lack of response.

"Why? Can't pull the trigger? Don't you hate me?"

"You made a fool out of me." (Y/N) growled, feeling anger bubbling up on the surface "Deceived me. Lied to me. Backstabbed me!"

"And yet I loved you. All through my lies, I loved you...I did what I ought to do. But I could never kill you."

He was supposed to kill her?

"We are even now, aren't we? Just come back. Cut the chase."

His voice was a siren call. But she would not be deceived this time.

"We can never be even Namjoon. I lost everything because of people like you."

The loud sound of the door breaking made her whimper, but it was all muffled with the sound of gunfire.

Through tears and fabrics, she could only watch as the once cream wall splattered with blood, and more blood before the lights were out.

She gulped.

She should have forgotten it. Buried it deep down. But she never allowed herself to forget that. She had to remember each and everything so that she could tell the child psychiatrist. Each and Everything.

"And you think you are all angels in that uniform?"

She shook her head.

"No."

Lies were worn under uniforms as well. There was no difference.

" Of course, there are no angels in this world Namjoon."

Her world was turned upside down. Her perception was cracked and her beliefs toppled. She was dead to the world. Being dead in reality would not make much of a difference.

She had nothing to lose.

"But that won't matter."

With that, she pulled the trigger.

----

The streets were in a lull. At he peak of winter, snow blanketed the footpath the bicycle lanes hardly had any tracks. Red, golden and green lights lit up near doors and on windows, like vines creeping all around. Some doors had the wreath hanging with toy bells.

Byun was home after a double shift– weary eyes, sagging shoulders– he knew he needed a warm bath. The process of unlocking the door felt tedious, but as soon as she shut the door, the warmth of his apartment invited him.

It was freezing.

And the predictions were that it would snow heavily by the weekend. While everyone would be cozied under blankets and the roof of their homes, people like him would have to slave their way through the weekended to save the sorry-ass streets.

He threw his overcoat off, along with his cap before roughly taking off his watch—

He stood stiff, straining his ears while his fingers silently took out his gun.

Muffled voices from his bedroom door which was shut tight. He was home after more than twenty four hours but he remembered leaving it open.

He always left it open.

Deliberately, he made his way to his kitchen, making sure he made enough disturbances. Switching on his expresso machine, he stealthily glided along the walls, making it to his bedroom.

The muffled voices did not cease. Silently, he tried the door knob– unlocked.

In a flash, he kicked it open and aimed his gun towards the intruders, fully expecting people to fire at him.

Nothing.

The door creaked as it moved to and fro due to the force it was opened with, while the bedroom remained plunged in darkness and—-

The voice.

It was his voice!

Coming from a voice recorder sitting on the middle of the bed.

"Hi, I'm Byun. I have just prepared a team of four. They will come after your men. Reach the docks an hour before the time. I don't want them caught. No, listen, I can mislead for so long–they're no kids okay? Yeah they–*sigh* I am calling you through his phone so that we are safe. Tell Mr Lee all about the delivery– yeah—"

Byun reached quickly to shut it off, his gun still pointing ahead.

He was not wrong, his house was broken into.

A speeding car momentarily flashed some light into the darkness.

He was not alone.

"I've seen you...come out..." He demanded gruffly, keeping a cool exterior.

From the darkest corner, she emerged like a ghost. Parts hidden by the darkness, parts exposed by the uneven streetlight.

"A-aa—you fire that gun and yet this recording is going to be on air, I have put it on timer."

Her eyes flickered on the gun pointed on her direction but they were looking into his in no time.

"I wasn't going to shoot." Byun deadpanned.

"Why?" (Y/N) rose an eyebrow with an amused smirk.

"Because its you."

She only titled her head, "You underestimated me Byun."

His name sounded cold as she neared him.

"Like you underestimated my father."

"He died because he was foolish. I warned him against them–but he was stubborn. He brought it to himself. You were following his path."

She shook her head.

"I am not my father Byun. I learnt my lesson early."

The silence between them was thick and strained, but it lasted only a moment.

"I you kill me the department would know and—"

"I give you two straight options– either this recording of yours goes on-air and the police, the intelligence and Henchin himself come after you to give you the death you deserve...Or you end it all by yourself and make it easier for yourself."

Byun chuckled in disbelief.

"I am being merciful Byun. Take it while you can."

"You are showing me mercy because you can't kill me yourself." He pointed out.

"What would be worse? Your recording coming out or being killed by my hands?" She looked at the wall clock hanging behind him "Fifty seconds more, and it all is going to go on air. The department would want to look good in the public eye– they would want you behind bars, or dead... And Henchin would reach you behind bars too."

Conflict flickered all over his face, his forehead glistened.

"Lee will come after you." He tried to intimidate.

But (Y/N) only smiled– faint and tight– matching her steeled gaze

"I will be waiting."

"You cannot—"

"Ten."

"(Y/N)--" he hissed

"Nine"

"You will gain nothing!"

"Eight..."

"I–"

"Seven"

"STOP!"

"Six" She sniggered.

"Five."

He was growing breathless

"Fou–"

In a flash, he pointed his gun at his head"

BANG!

The once pristine wall beside him was sprayed with blood. Some flecked her face too as she watched his body drop down.

She would have stared longer, but she knew that she had no time to waste. Choosing the fire escape, she noiselessly made her way out of the building while muffled voice of disturbance and commotion began to stir up.

Once a safe distance away, (Y/N) wiped her face before fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from her coat's pocket.

As she lit her cigarette, she saw the trembling of her hands.

----

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Kim Namjoon:

You guys were dating for 1 1/2 years now. So there was the thought of the next step. When you both were at Namjoons apartment and watched a movie while cuddling the thought of having sex with him didn‘t leave your mind. You stood up and sit down on his lap so that your face were only inches away. You graped him by his t-shirt, your lips right infront of his.

„I want you so bad baby. I want you to be my first“

Namjoon looked at you nervous but then his mouth formed to a smirk.

„Oh are you ready to be fully mine now?“

his eyes full of lust. Your mouth went to his ears.

„make. me. yours“

he snapped and turned you both so that you were under him.

„don‘t worry. I will be gentle the first time“

Kim Seokjin:

When you both met you fell in love immediately. His plumpy lips. His precious face. And his pretty eyes. But when these pretty eyes stared at you tonight you were scared.

“I am scared Jin-oppa. I really want to but what if it hurts?”

you were really afraid. But Jin looked at you so caring and lovely that you want him to be your first.

“I will be gentle jagi. And it will only hurt for a few trusts. And the pleasure afterwards is worth it”

He smirked but still looked sweet. After those words you were sure about it.

“Then take me. Now.”

Min Yoongi:

“Are you sure? What if I loose control? You know I am like really rough... I don’t want to hurt you... And whaf i-“

his words were cut by your soft lips on his. He placed his hands on your wraist. When you broke the kiss for air he just looked at you nervous.

“Even if you are rough. I want you to be the one. And if I am onest... I think I like the idea of rough sex”

Hos nervous expression changed immediately in a smirk with lustful eyes. He pinned you down on your bed with on hand and the other one traveling down to your pants.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded.

Jung Hoseok:

He just smiled when you told him that you want him to be the first.

“For real? You really want ME? That is the cutest thing you could ever do baby!”

He was so touched he didn’t even noticed how horny you were

“Will you do it. Will you take me and my virginity. Please Hobi-oppa. I need you!”

He, still full of joy, started kissing your neck gentle. He want to mark you so everybody knows that you were his and that you lost your v-card.

“of course baby. You are mine now and I will make you a woman”

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Vow

Summary: You looked beautiful walking down the aisle. His tux was cleanly pressed, his hair sweeping into a curve above his eyes. It was exactly as he pictured it to be, and he couldn’t help but cry. 

Genre: Angst

Pairings: Jin x reader

(based on Jollibee’s Vow)

“You were the most beautiful thing in the room when I first saw you. You still are. The boys were excited to meet their new stylist, but for me, you were more than that. I knew you were the one.”

The organ played and the doors finally opened. Jin’s eyes immediately found yours, already captivated by how beautiful you looked. Your white veil provided a dainty appearance, framing your face. The white gown trailed behind you, the small gemstones shining each time light hit them. You were so damn gorgeous.

“I became the luckiest man just by having you in my life. I promise to always be there for you, through your highs and lows. To be a shoulder you can cry on.” 

His mind went back to a memory of you crying to him over the phone. Your then-boyfriend cheated, and Jin was the first person you thought of calling. He ended up driving two hours just to comfort you. 

“I will never get tired of you. We can have as many fights as we can when the day comes, but I will never leave you.”

Your first fight. He couldn’t even remember how it started. Just you angrily cying, and him walking out to get some fresh air. It was probably something about his makeup, or an insensitive comment that accidentally slipped out. He wasn’t sure. But by the end of the day, he made it up to you by cooking dinner for you and talking it over. 

“I am ready to give up anything for you. You are the only person I need, the only home I will look for.”

There was a time you laughed at the thought of marriage. You were young then, and it wasn’t in your plans to get married yet. Jin would tease you about being a bad cook, so he gave you cooking classes to ‘prepare for the married life’. He smiled, remembering when you burnt the pasta the first time. 

“I promise to treasure you. I will treat you like a queen each and every day. I will appreciate every second I have with you. You are my one and only star. My whole universe.”

You stood in front of him, silent tears dripping down your cheeks as you smiled. He waited so long for this, to wait for you at the end of the aisle. A tear slipped from his eye. 

“I love so much. So much. And I want you to be the happiest girl in the world.”

He cried harder, at some point, even quietly gasping for breath. However, you didn’t see it as you kept walking. Namjoon held his hand out for you, and you took it, standing next to him. Jin looked at the two of you, digging his nails into his palm. He was happy for the both you, he constantly reminded himself. 

“Even if it isn’t with me.”

You turned your head back a bit, locking eyes with him once more. ‘Thank you for everything.’ you mouthed. He gave you a small smile and nodded.

“I will always love you, to the moon and back.”

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Kim Seokjin:

You swallowed around him with a loud gulp and his head quickly shot up from the pillow. He would look at you with wide eyes and a quite surprising look on his face. “Jagi, did you just..” You didn’t let him finish before you gave him smirk and giggled. “You tasted so good” you added and made him blush.

Min Yoongi:

He would have a light grip on your hair as you bobbed your head quickly up and down his length. He groaned out loudly as he tried to pull you away from him since he was about to cum. You stayed as you swallowed the hot liquid and looked up at him. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N” he would smirk.

Jung Hoseok:

He would be too busy with the intense pleasure shooting through his body. When he felt his orgasm approaching he would be in so much euphoria so he didn’t notice his cum hitting your throat. You looked up at him and swallowed the liquid. “Wow” was the only thing he could let out and he smiled at you.

Kim Namjoon:

He would let you keep going when giving him a blowjob even though he could feel his orgasm coming closer. He would find it quite hot to see what you would do when he came. You decided to swallow just to see his reaction and you were definitely satisfied with it. “That was so hot!” He smirked and caressed your cheek.

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Perception, Misconceptions Pt. 1 (m)

Loosely inspired by the webtoon Cheese in the Trap

Written for my 2nd anniversary request game and the prompt: Hoseok + member’s POV

Word Count: 4,099

The movie playing on the laptop nestled on Hoseok's legs is reaching its climax. A dozen characters rush about on the screen, accompanied by a cacophony of blaring sounds. Hoseok is completely enthralled by the plot. You can tell by the way his breathing stutters and his hands clench on the edge of the popcorn bowl. It's a good movie—highly acclaimed and recommended by more than a few of your friends. But you can't bring yourself to pay attention to the noisy movie characters when there's an even more interesting character sitting right next to you.

Your eyes absorb Hoseok's dark profile instead of the flashing colors of the screen. His eyes are wide, eyebrows knit tight and lips slightly parted in concern. You've been dating Jung Hoseok for over six months now, but his beauty still manages to take your breath away.

You roam your eyes down his handsome face to his white-knuckled grip on the glass bowl. You want to hold his hand. It would be so easy to simply rest your palm on top of his tight fist and smooth out his stiff fingers. Maybe you could pretend to reach for a handful of popcorn, then let your touch linger…

Your fingers twitch by your side, but courage flits out of reach and you smother the urge.

Suddenly, a memory of the day you and Hoseok first started dating flashes across your mind. You remember the dark alley outside of your apartment complex—the single flickering lamppost illuminating the dank hall and the chill of the bitter winter wind whipping against your bare face. It had been finals week and you were anxious to get home and bundle up with blankets in bed after a long night camped out at the library, but you had to thank Hoseok for walking you home first.

Eager to get this over with, you had spun around on your heel to face him, but before you could get a single word out, Hoseok had abruptly asked you out. You remember the complete and utter blanking of your mind as shock as you had never experienced before rendered you immobile.

At first, you thought that you had heard wrong. How could Jung Hoseok possibly want to date you? Not only was the popular sunbae way out of your league, but you barely knew him. He was more of an acquaintance than a friend and this impromptu study session at the library was one of the first times the two of you had spent any significant time alone. You must have heard wrong.

But as time passed with you gaping at him without a response, Hoseok's shoulders had slumped. He raked a hand through his hair in embarrassment and stammered out an apology, "Oh… I see. Please forgive me if I have made you uncomfortable, ___-ah. I understand and completely respect your decision… Have a good night."

But before he could turn and take even one step away from you, both your hands had snatched out to grab his like you'd suddenly been possessed. It was an automatic reflex—an unexpected jerk like you've just been electrocuted. Hoseok had turned around slowly to face you again, his confused eyes meeting your terrified ones. And just like that, the two of you had started dating.

You continue to stare at Hoseok next to you on the couch, this time focusing on the sharp line of his jaw. It's as straight and prominent as a razorblade and your stomach clenches every time a muscle flexes. Even now, you don't understand why he's dating you. And back then, you were even more confused.

At first, you had assumed that it was just for convenience's sake. He's a dancer and you're a painter, so you share a mutual group of artistic friends. He had been single for over a year and you've never dated before, so it made logical sense for the two of you to hook up. You hadn't expected much from this relationship. And to be frank, you expected it to last about a month. You'd go out a few times, he'd help you get through all of your firsts and gain a bit of experience, then break up once he realized how utterly incompatible the two of you are.

You never expected to be dating him for so long… or so slowly.

It took Hoseok an entire month to hold your hand for the first time. And another month to steal your first kiss. Six months in, and you're still a virgin. A miserable, horny virgin who finds it harder and harder to resist her gorgeous boyfriend with every passing day.

God, you want to kiss him. His lips are slightly parted his head tilted down in the perfect angle for you to close the gap. It's been two weeks since he's last kissed you and you feel like you might go insane with need. But you've never initiated before and crippling nerves make the feat impossible. So you continue to stare at his beautiful face as terrible fantasies food your mind. But luckily the darkness of the room conceals your shame.

All too soon, the movie comes to an end. Hoseok sighs deeply in contentment when the credits roll across the screen and shuts his laptop, "Ah, that movie was so great, jagi."

You force a smile, as if you had been paying attention to the movie and not the delicious jut of his collarbones this whole time, "Yes, it was."

Hoseok smiles back and reaches out to fondly pat your hand. Heat flushes over you. It's incredible how he can so easily touch you like this. More than anything, you want to reach out and keep his hand on yours. But he's already rising to his feet. "It's late, ___," he says with a muffled yawn as he slips his laptop back into his backpack, "I should head out now."

"Let me walk you out," you say, instantly springing to your feet.

"Alright," he smiles, "Thanks."

You lead him through your apartment and to the front door, dragging your feet to slow down the process in a way you hope isn't too conspicuous. Then you inch the door knob open and pause, "When will I see you again, sunbae?"

"I'm busy with dance practice and my internship this week… But maybe we can get dinner one of these days?"

You nod, trying not to let your disappointment show, "That would be great."

"Great. I'll text you, jagi."

"Wait!" You call out, stopping him in his tracks. Hoseok turns to stare at you in curiosity and your cheeks flush, "Um… sunbae, it-it's pretty late now… Wouldn't it be better if you just slept over?" The one and only time he's ever slept over, he crashed on an inflatable mattress on your bedroom floor and you were too excited to sleep all night.

"Ah it's fine. It's warm out, and the days have been getting so much longer. Look—it's barely dark out."

You stomach drops at the sight of a few, stubborn rays of sun poking from the horizon, "Oh… okay… Please be safe, sunbae."

He chuckles and swoops down to wrap his arms around your shoulders. For a split second, your heart races when his face comes dangerously near yours, but it quickly drops again when he pulls back, "Will do, jagi."

As though struck by lightning, you lurch forward to cling to his thin sweater, holding him in place. Hoseok stiffens in confusion and that's when you take the opportunity to close the gap between the two of you and initiate a kiss for the very first time in your life.

The softness of his full lips feels like a slap of icy water in the face. Every nerve is on white-hot alert. You're so fully aware of yourself that it's almost painful.

Hoseok is immobile for a full second before he finally relaxes into the kiss. His lips move slightly against yours—chaste, as always, with absolutely no hint of moisture, but it's so delicious that your mind feels foggy from desire.

Then, something very unexpected happens—completely uncharted territory.

Hoseok parts his lips the very tiniest bit… Then, as quick as a cobra's strike, he runs his tongue over your bottom lip. It feels like a blood vessel has burst in your brain, the way electricity suddenly explodes through your nervous system. You've never felt anything so smooth and wet and fucking incredible. Your fingers twitch in his shirt as you unconsciously moan against his mouth. You would have done anything he asked at this point. In a blink of an eye, you're ready to give everything up to him. If he had licked you again, you're one hundred percent certain that you would have given him your virginity, then and there.

Instead, he pulls away, "Good night, beautiful." And then his back is turned to yours.

You stand there, knees wobbly and head spinning as you watch him walk away until he's turned the corner. And only then do you allow yourself to slump to the ground, touching your electrocuted bottom lip with a whimper.

You can't stop thinking about the brief touch of his tongue to your lip. Such an innocuous kiss, and yet it haunts you. You want him to do it again. To your lips, your neck, down to your—

Your face warms up at the thought and you slap both hands over your cheeks to hide the blush. Maybe Hoseok will do that again tonight. You're wearing a brand new dress that you bought just for your dinner date that evening. Your nails are done, your hair styled, and your new dress fits you like a glove. You look so pretty today, there's no way your boyfriend can resist kissing you again.

You feel like you might burst with glee as you skip down the hall of Hoseok's dance studio. You're not scheduled to meet him for another half an hour, but you wanted to surprise him. His showcase is in just two weeks and he's been working so hard that you want to show him your support in any way possible.

As you near the practice room, sultry music suffuses your ears. It's slower and sexier than his usual energetic hip-hop beats. Excited to catch a sneak peak of the choreography, you rush to the practice room and poke your head in. But it seems like they have already finished and you feel a twinge of disappointment as you watch the group of dancers idly stretch and wipe their sweat in the practice room.

Your eyes immediately latch onto Hoseok's slim figure and you're about to rush over to throw your arms around him when you realize that he's talking to somebody. You freeze, three steps away from him in the studio as you watch a beautiful redheaded girl throw her waist-length hair back and laugh at something Hoseok's said.

You're crazy. You're being completely unreasonable right now… But is it just your imagination or does the redhead's hand linger on your boyfriend's arm for a second too long?

You clear your throat loudly, interrupting their little moment. They spin around to face you and their subsequent reactions cannot be more dissimilar. Hoseok's mouth splits into a brilliant smile at the sight of you while the redhead's lips thin into a line.

"___-ah!" He exclaims in delight, "You're here early!"

You happily rush over to throw your arms around him, "Yes, I wanted to surprise you."

"Eh, I haven't showered yet," he says, trying to escape your embrace, "I'm sweaty and I probably stink."

"No, you smell great," you assure him, and you're not lying. There's something about Hoseok just out of dance practice, glistening with sweat and defined chest heaving for breath that makes your tummy clench. He does smell—but in the most delicious, musky, masculine way possible. You subtly tuck your face into the collar of his shirt to catch one last whiff before Hoseok is laughingly pushing you away.

"Yah, let me shower and get dressed, then we can leave."

Your face drops at the thought of him washing off his intoxicating scent, "Ok, sunbae…"

He chuckles at your disappointed expression and presses a quick kiss to your forehead, "Just give me ten minutes…" he's picking up his duffle bag when he suddenly remembers his dance partner, "Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask—have the two of you met before?"

The striking redhead crosses her arms over her chest, making her breasts bulge against the thin fabric, "No, I don't believe we have."

"This is Lisa," he says, playfully swinging an arm around his gorgeous dance partner's slender shoulders, "Lisa, this is ___, my girlfriend."

Despite your disapproval of their skinship, you can't help but brighten at his introduction. Lisa is not as pleased, "Oh… I didn't realize you had a girlfriend, Hobi-ah."

You bristle at her casual use of a nickname. Is she really so comfortable that she can just throw that term around when you yourself are still too awkward? "Yes, we've been dating for over half a year now," you speak up. You have no idea what's come over you. You're not the type to engage in this alpha wolf pissing contest. But you don't like the way she's eyeing your man.

Hoseok affectionately ruffles your hair before turning back to Lisa, "I'm going to hit the showers now. Do you mind keeping ___ company for a few minutes?"

"I don't mind at all," the redhead says, a grin plastered over her delicate features.

"Great." You smile just as widely.

Hoseok isn't sure how long he has been in love with you. He's had a crush on you since he first laid eyes on you when stumbling across your work at the Freshman gallery years ago. And when you went into your second year, and he into his third, the two of you shared a general education class. It was a huge media productions lecture required by both of your majors, and unfortunately populated with many of your fellow fine arts friends.

Hoseok spent a long, stressful semester trying to slowly burrow his way into your friend group. Then another semester in an obscure Renaissance sculptures class, which he just barely managed to pass, just because he overheard you discussing it with friends in the hallway.

After a whole year of this unhealthy, borderline stalkerish behavior, and a nearly fucked up GPA, Hoseok decided that something had to give. He couldn't continue to revolve his life around you. He needed to get over his infatuation, and quick.

So when he offers to walk you home on an icy December evening, he has his whole confession planned out. He'll tell you how he feels, then you'll reject him so he can get over you and begin the healing process. It won't be pretty, and he realizes that he'll probably be bedridden with ice cream to mourn for the next week, but at least it'll be over. It's not healthy to be so in love with a girl who's never looked twice at him. He needs to get you out of his system.

But when he stops in front of your doorstep to confess, he's struck dumb by how pretty you look illuminated in moonlight, hair fanned out like a silvery halo across your shoulders. His meticulously rehearsed confession slips from his mind. And before he can collect his scattered mind, he finds himself asking you out to dinner.

His face burns red at once, regret striking him dumb as he stares at you with fearful eyes. The minuscule, practically non-existent tendril of hope is extinguished entirely as you stare at him with wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. Only then does he finally snap back into it, fumbling an apology, sweat sliding down his collar despite the freezing wintry air, as he turns to make his escape.

Soft hands surrounding his stop him in his tracks. Hoseok slowly turns back around and nearly has a heart attack at the sight of you clutching his hand with determination.

"Yes."

It takes him a full second to process that unimaginable word coming from your lips, "Wh-what?" he chokes, feeling light-headed all of a sudden.

You smile then, looking so pretty that his heart skips and tumbles in his chest, "Yes, I would love to get dinner with you."

Hoseok never does manage to confess and get you out of his system. But somehow he can't complain. Having you as his girlfriend is a million times better.

You're innocent. He doesn't have to ask you to know. You blush at the simplest things, nervously ducking your head and avoiding eye contact when he holds your hand on the seventh date and giggling uncontrollably when he kisses you for the first time two months in.

Hoseok has no idea what possessed you to agree to date him. But it's clear that he likes you a lot more than you do him (…if you do actually like him, that is. He is still uncertain about that) and he'll do everything in his power to keep from scaring you away. If this means taking things slow to make sure you're comfortable, then so be it…

It's easier said than done.

Hoseok broke up with his last girlfriend a few months before he met you. Add in a whole year of pining and six months of dating, and it's been nearly two years since Hoseok has last had sex. He is twenty-three years old now and hasn't had an orgasm induced by anything other than his right hand since he was twenty-one. It's torturous for a young man of his age. And beyond excruciatingly painful when you're always in arm's reach, batting those eyelashes at him and frowning so innocently that he can't help but imagine how your lips would pout in the exact same way if he teased you with his tongue until you were begging him to let you come…

He loves you and he respects you too much to ever take advantage of you unless he knew that you truly wanted it. It's been six months, but you've never really confessed your feelings yet. You've never initiated anything, never reached out to him first. And Hoseok can't help but feel as though he's living a lie—that you're too nice and you can't say no to him although you don't reciprocate his feelings. He should really just let you go.

But then you kiss him for the first time.

It's your weekly movie night. Hoseok prefers going to your place for these dates because it's easier to extricate himself from the situation when things get too heated. The one time he had invited you over for a date night, you had laid yourself out across his bed, clueless as you burrowed yourself in the same sheets he laid in every night. Hoseok couldn't stop the filthy thoughts that flooded his mind when he took in the way you looked, hair fanned out across the pillows and sleeping shorts riding dangerously high up your thighs… It would be so easy for him to crawl between those delightfully spread legs and finally, finally sate his intolerable lust….

Yes, it's much safer to hang out at your place. This way, he can politely refuse to go into your bedroom, and keep a healthy distance between your bodies on the sofa. 

Last week, he made the mistake of picking a romantic comedy he thought you would like, that happened to have a sex scene. Just sitting next to you while watching such an erotic scene unfurl across the screen made him uncomfortably aroused. This time, he picks the driest, Oscar-winning drama he can find.

And it seems to be going well. The drama is intriguing, yet so devoid of romance that he's able to curb his urges—well, at least, better than usual. When the movie ends, he's secretly patting himself on the back for his impressive self-control while he bids you goodnight. It's all going remarkably smoothly.

But then you grab him by the front of the shirt and yank him forward.

He's too disoriented by your uncharacteristic behavior to prepare himself. So when your lips crash into his, he doesn't have the time to hold his breath and steel himself like usual. As a result, your scent and the sensation of your unbelievably soft lips against his catch him by surprise. He's too weak to hold himself back and helplessly melts against you, lips parting automatically to deepen the kiss.

But the moment his tongue strokes against your bottom lip, you make a sound he's never heard before. You moan.

He could have never imagined such a sultry sound to come from his sweet, innocent little girlfriend's mouth. The moan is delectable—deep-throated, breathy, and so unbelievably sexual that his body reacts at once, blood rushing to his groin at such a breakneck pace that he jerks away from you in shock.

Hoseok is grateful for the darkness that hides the pain etched across his features as he bides you farewell, "Good night, beautiful,” he barely managed to grit out. And then, without a second glance, he turns to run for his life.

He just manages to make it into his car, the door slamming shut, before his hands are shoved down his pants. He fumbles with the belt for a few, devastatingly long seconds before he finally wrenches out his achingly hard length and begins yanking at it as hard as he can. The sound of your moan echoes in his mind on repeat, driving him utterly insane as he jerks off in the dark confines of his car.

All it took was one little lick to get you moaning like that. Hoseok can't begin to imagine how delicious you would sound if he touched you properly. Oh, how you would gasp and moan if he kissed down your neck, sucking bruises into the delicate skin, and inching his way lower and lower… He can picture the way you'd look, your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open wide when he licks his way down between your legs, tasting you and making you scream his name. You've never been touched before. You're completely oblivious to the pleasures of the flesh. He would wreck you so good that no other man could ever compare.

His stomach clenches at those images, and just like that, he's cumming to the thought of you thrashing under the pleasure of his tongue faster than he cares to admit. He strokes himself through his high with deep groans, images of your naked, writhing body flashing through his mind as he basks in his high.

When his ecstasy finally dissipates, he's forced to come back to the grim reality of the cold confines of his car. He's covered in his sticky release and you're nowhere in sight. Hoseok has never felt more ashamed of himself as he tugs off his sweater to hastily clean himself off. This is not the first time he's gotten hard because of you. Nor is it the first time he's gotten hard in the same room with you. But he'd normally wait to go home to work off his frustrations.

Masturbating in his car with you not even one hundred meters away… This is a whole new level of gross. You're so pretty and innocent. Why can't he control his physical reactions and keep his love for you pure?

He's falling harder and harder for you with every passing day. With every new fact or quirk he learns about you, he feels his heart swelling until it feels like it might burst from his chest. He'll do anything to keep you by his side. If that means repressing his unholy urges, then so be it. It's a small price to pay to be able to see your face every day.

He just needs to work harder.

So when you surprise him in the studio a week later, wearing a dress that adheres to every curve of your body like a second skin, he rushes to the bathroom without a second thought, carelessly leaving you with his dance partner in his haste to take the coldest shower of all time to cool himself down. Or else he is not going to survive hours of alone time with you. 

He refuses to ever slip up again... Not until he is positive that you reciprocate his feelings. 

But who knows how long that will take? 

A/N: I think this is the first time I’ve ever written from a member’s POV :O 

Please don’t ask about updates! I think this will be around 2-3 parts! :)