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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Smoking, grieving, use of the word slut.

A/N: My editing skills are pretty menial as it is. However, if I missed more errors than normal this week, I'm sorry. I've been sick and anxious because, yay, tornado season! Anyway, enjoy!

You look around at the cars parked around the winding sidewalk of the middle school. You are pretty sure that they are the exact same vehicles as before, sitting in their exact same spots. It's almost like they had some unspoken rule about who parked where. You wonder for a moment if you messed up someone's day by parking here again. Sighing, you rest your head in your hand. You haven't been in the dreaded pickup line since Nicky started basketball practice. He would normally go to the gym right after school and wait there with his friends until practice started. You guess that it is one luxury that you will miss.

“Let's go,” he says, jumping in the car and slamming the door shut before buckling himself in.

“Excuse you,” you say as you take off, leaving the school behind. “Hello, how was school? My day was fine, thank you. Do you have any homework?”

“Sorry,” he says quietly, and your shoulders slump.

“Are you having second thoughts?” You ask, pulling over on the side of the road in front of some fancy houses. “I can turn around and take you back. It's not that big of a deal.”

“No,” he denies as he shakes his head. “I don't want to go back.”

“Are you sure?” He nods, but you don't believe him. “You know what? Let's go home and change. We can go bowling and grab some pizza that we can eat on the couch while watching whatever movie you want.”

You hold your hand out for a high five, but the look he gives you makes you think kids don't have high-five anymore. You huff, and point to your hand impatiently. Quickly, he reaches out and gives you a half assed high five before retracting his hand while shaking his head. You smile, pulling back onto the road, trying to act like everything is okay. You know that he wants to play and you think you should turn around and make him go to practice. You feel selfish by letting him quit, and maybe you are. You wish you knew what to do. What would your brother do? Nothing, because he would have gotten along with everyone and never put himself in this situation. He would have been coaching the team as your sister-in-law rallies the parents together. Concentrating on the road, you wish you could give Nicky that experience. The experience of the happy family supporting him with unwavering enthusiasm. Instead, he was stuck with you, who seemed to cause nothing but trouble since you stepped foot into the gym. You feel like a failure.

A big fucking failure.

Nicky doubled over in the passenger seat, laughing hysterically at the picture of your bowling score that he took on his phone. You get it. You suck at bowling, and in any other circumstance, you would probably feel offended, but his laugh brings you so much joy.

“96, Sunshine,” he says, looking at his phone again, and the bright light illuminates his face in the darkened car. “You couldn't even get 100. The five year old next to us had a higher score than you.”

“They had the bumpers up, and the ball hurt my finger. It's not my fault,” you laugh with him. “Next time I'll…”

You stop talking as you pull into your driveway. Coach Min stood at your front door with his fist raised against your door, ready to knock. He drops his hand and turns away from the door as soon as you park your car. You want to sit there until he gets the hint that you won’t talk to him and finally leaves. However, Nicky has other plans when he opens the passenger door and steps out of the car saying hi to him. You groan silently to yourself. You need to teach the kid to be petty.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you follow Nicky's lead of getting out of the car.

“I've been messaging you,” Coach Min tells you. You know this. You've felt your phone continuously going off throughout the evening. You ignore his answer and open the door to your backseat, grabbing the food boxes that slid all over the place on the drive home. “I also called you several times as well. You need to inform us if he is going to miss practice. Missing practice, especially without a doctor's note, will cause him to be ineligible to play our first game. The handbook clearly states…”

“Oh, he's done,” you inform him, cutting off his little scolding. Closing your car door, you toss your nephew your keys for him to unlock the house. “You can save your speech for someone who cares.”

“Excuse me,” Coach Min says, following you as you make your way to your home. You balance the two large pizza boxes and different containers for the sides. The top containers wobble precariously, almost falling until he reaches out, grabbing them. Holding them in his hands as he looks at you like your nuts. “What do you mean he is done? He made a commitment. You both made a commitment.”

“He doesn't want to go back,” you inform him. “Can I have my food back, please?”

“He doesn't want to go back, or you don't want to go back?” He asks, still holding on to your food.

Walking past him, you enter the house with him following close behind. Setting your pizzas down on the kitchen table, you take the boxes from him, placing them down with the pizza. Turning to him, you cross your arms, looking very unamused. You want to yell, you want to lash out. How dare he come into your home to question you. How dare he think he actually has a say in this situation.

“I don't want to go back,” Nicky says, as he pops out from out of nowhere.

“Are you sure?” Coach Min asks, looking at him. “You are an amazing player, an important asset to the team. You’re proving yourself to be a leader. They need you.”

“Can you just go?” You ask him, but he pays you no mind.

“Those moms are awful,” Nicky tells him. “They called her a slut and laughed about it…”

“Nicholas!” You snap.

“It's true,” he defends himself. “They called her a slut. They started it, but sunshine is the one to get kicked out. It's not fair, and I’m not going to make her be there when she gets treated that way.”

“Buddy, I can handle myself,” you say, trying to calm him down. You don't think you have seen him this worked up before. “You don't need to worry about me. Do you want to play? You can tell me the truth. I won’t be mad. I swear it.”

It was quiet. He looked down at the floor, then between you and his coach. The seconds seem to stretch forever as you wait for him to give you an answer.

“Nicky?” His coach asks gently.

“Yes,” he admits softly. “I want to play.”

He couldn't look at you as the words came out of his mouth. You knew it. He had quit his team for you. He was probably afraid that he disappointed you by wanting to go back. The guilt that sinks to the bottom of your stomach sits there uncomfortably. You knew you should have made him attend practice. Life lesson 789, you 0. You need to step this whole parenting thing up. You should have listened to your gut, and instead, you chose to be selfish.

“Okay,” Coach Min says, nodding his head. “If your mom agrees….come back Monday, run a few extra laps, and we will ignore the fact you tried to quit. This conversation doesn't have to leave this room. I will also deal with the other moms.”

Nicky looks at you, unsure. You look back at him silently, staring at the small spark of hope behind his eyes. A spark that you don't ever want to see leave his eyes again.

“Then you'll play,” you say as you look at Coach Min, who nods his head at you as if to say you did the right thing. Nicky gives you a small smile before starting to leave the room, but you stop him before he gets too far. “Hey, your mom and dad would be proud of you.”

You see Coach Min's head snap in your direction at your words. You ignore him, focusing all your attention on the young teen.

“I know,” he says, quickly leaving the room.

“He's not…” Coach Min starts as his eyes dart between you and the direction Nicky just went.

“Nope,” you answer, cutting him off as you cross your arms once more.

“You're his?” He asks, making some wild gestures with his hands.

“His aunt,” you answer. A look of confusion runs across his face as he takes in this brand new information. “They died about five months ago.”

You watch him as some sort of emotion crosses over his face before blowing out a slow breath as he runs a hand over his face and through his hair. Shaking his head, he looks at you thoughtfully. You wonder what he wants to say to you.

“I had no idea,” he finally says.

“Why would you know?” You ask. “I haven't told anyone, and it's not on any paperwork that I filled out for you.”

“You should have,” he argues, because of course he does. “I would like to know if one of my players is struggling with something. Especially something this big.”

“Why? So you can bench him if his head is not in the game?” You ask, resting your hands on your hips.

“NO!” He exclaims, looking clearly offended. “So I can give him some extra support. So I can encourage him.”

You can't argue with him. You want to. You so desperately want to, but you would admittingly be the one in the wrong this time. Finally, you throw your hands up in the air quite literally in defeat and nod your head.

“Okay, fine,” you tell him. “I'm not going to stop him from playing because that won't be fair, but I'm telling you right now. If someone says anything to me….I will not hold back. I don't care how many practices or games you suspend me from. I will not let them talk to me like that again, and you will have to ban me.”

“I said I would handle it,” he tells you.

“Hey, I'm hungry,” Nicky calls out to you. “Are you staying for dinner, coach?”

He looks at you. You shrug at him before turning and grabbing the food boxes, laying them out across your table in a neat line, and opening the lids. You had plenty of food for the three of you, but did you want him there? No, not really.

“Do you need help?” He asks, his voice almost sounding unsure as he shifts back and forth on his feet.

“Nope, you're the guest,” you tell him. “Nicky, grab three plates, please. I hope you like horror movies. He usually goes for the gorey ones.”

“Umm,” he hesitates. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. “Sure … they … ummm…they're great.”

“Great,” you say, turning to him with a fake smile.

You finish off your plate of food as the chick on the screen gets her head cut off, blood spurting all over her bedroom wall. You were the only one paying attention to the movie that was playing on the living room tv. Nicky and his coach were on the couch watching something basketball related on his tablet. You think you heard the words trick shots several times along with a bunch of dudes yelling.

“Is everyone done?” You ask as you stand up, pausing the movie.

“Yeah,” Nicky says absentmindedly, eyes never leaving his screen.

Coach Min hops off the couch and onto his feet quickly. Bending, he grabs his and Nicky's plates off the coffee table before you can get to them. You hold your hand out for them, causing him to glare at you, having no intention of handing them over. Rolling your eyes, you turn and walk into the kitchen with him, following much like he had earlier in the night.

“You didn't have to stay,” you tell him as you scrape your plate in the trash. “I'm sure you probably had better things to do on a Friday night.”

“I wanted to,” he says, placing his plates on the counter as he leans against the counter. His eyes follow your every movement, and you hate the way it makes you suddenly feel shy. “He's a good kid. You seem to be doing a good job with him. I couldn't imagine losing my parents at such a young age.”

“You don't have to feel bad for us,” you tell him as you continue your cleaning and ignore the embarrassment that his compliment made you feel. “I'm not looking for pity or special treatment.”

“I'm not going to give him special treatment,” he assures you before checking the time on his phone. “He doesn't need it. I should get going. It's getting late.”

“Sure,” you say and walk him to the door, trying to shake off the nervousness . You don't see Nicky anywhere as you walk through the living room to the front door. “I guess I'll have…someone be there on Monday.”

“What do you mean?” He asks as you open the door for him. “Why won't you be there?”

“In case you forgot. I'm suspended,” you remind him as he walks by you, arms brushing against one another. You ignore the rush of warmth and tingles that shoot through your body.

“Listen, it wasn't personal, you know?” He tells you as he stands on your front steps, his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. “I understand that Ara instigated it and I will deal with her. However, I can't have you attacking the moms in front of their kids. Even if they deserve it.”

“I wasn't going to attack her,” you lie.

You know you definitely would have.

“Sure,” he says with a smirk, seeing right through you. “I expect to see you there Monday. Thanks for dinner, have a goodnight.”

Without a word, you close the door and lean against it. Looking over to the hallway, you see your nephew standing there staring at you, scaring the hell out of you. Pushing off the door, you shake your head as you go back into the kitchen.

“So, I'm going back on Monday?” He asks with a hopeful tone to his voice.

“Yes,” you say. “You better be the best damn player on that team. I can't swear at the witch or beat the shit out of her, but I can rub her nose in the fact that you are better than her kid. Win MVP, goalie of the year, or whatever it is. Just kick his ass….metaphorically not literally.”

“I'll try my best,” he says, laughing as he leaves you once more.

Looking at the dishes and the empty boxes on your table, you turn off the light, leaving the mess for tomorrow. You needed to take a break. You needed to take a break and mentally prepare yourself for going back on Monday. You just wanted to enjoy the next two days before that happens. Laying on the couch, you look at the paused movie. The killer on the screen looks crazed, maniacal as his victims blood was splattered all over his face. You nod your head as you study him.

“I feel ya,” you say out loud. “I feel ya.”

Petty is your middle name.

Your khaki shorts were way shorter than your cut-offs that you had worn last Thursday. The white crochet halter top, while still covering everything, showed way more skin than your striped tank top. Your hair was piled on the top of your head, allowing your bare shoulders to be seen. Holding your head high, you walk into the gym, ignoring everyone in the stands. You are pretty sure that you can hear gasps and murmurs as you walk by.

You smile.

Instead of your normal seat, you walk all the way down to the last set of bleachers that was pulled out. This group of bleachers is where the boys keep all their belongings and now, it's where you will spend your time. Climbing to the third row, you sit with your legs stretched out in front of you without a care in the world. It was nice down here. It was like your own little island. You should have thought about this sooner. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Coach Min enter the gym and scan the small crowd of parents before looking down the rows of bleachers at you. You take a deep breath as he makes his way down to you.

“What are you doing all the way down here?” He asks, hands on hips. He looks annoyed, and it gives you some weird sort of satisfaction. A deep burning inside of you that you can't quite put a name to. “You don't need to sit down here alone.”

“There was nothing in the handbook saying I couldn't be down here,” you tell him, but all he does is study you with a serious look as he unconsciously licks his lips as he stares at you. Normally, you wouldn't let it get to you, but this time, it does something for you and the warmth you were feeling. Coupled with the lingering feeling of his arm rubbing up against you on his way out the other night, you were a little too affected. “It's probably the best option right now if you don't want me to cause problems.”

He doesn't reply. You watch him walk away, and you want to slap yourself. All he did was lick his lips, and now you're getting all hot and bothered. Youv'e been single for far too long. Dinner with him on Friday was the first time in MONTHS you spent time with someone more than family. Strike that. It's been MONTHS since you spent time with a man who wasn't family. That's all that it is. Desperation. He's annoying… .bothersome…. intruding…. nosy ….good with Nicky. You deserve two slaps for that one. The heat in this building is making you crazy.

They better fix the AC soon.

Nicky had to run his extra laps at the end of practice. His teammates, along with their parents, slowly trickled out as he went around and around the room. You could see from your seat that he was quite sweaty and losing steam. You feel bad for letting him almost quit. You'll have to figure out how to make it up to him. Standing up, you grab his bag and head for the exit to wait for him.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” A shrill voice echoes through the room.

It's her.

Ara.

“What's your problem now?” Coach MIn asks, sounding exasperated.

“You let her come back?” She asks, making you stop walking as soon as you reach them by standing in your way. “What about her suspension? Look at how she's dressed! It's completely inappropriate.”

“She's dressed in clothes,” he tells her after he gives you a once over, but you swear his eyes linger just a bit on the skin of your exposed shoulders. “I told you that if she was suspended, then you would be too. You are not innocent in all of this, and I'm tired of you running people out of here.”

“Do you know how much money I donate to this program?” She asks, and it suddenly makes sense as to why she acts like she owns the place. “I can take it away, Yoongi. You know I can and will, and then what will you do?”

Yoongi? Was that his name? You feel bad for Yoongi for having to deal with her, and begrudgingly, you can admit you were not helping any by being so difficult. You might have to rethink your whole pettiness approach. You don't make any promises, though.

“Then we fundraise,” he retorts with a clenched jaw.

She scoffs, giving you the nastiest look before stomping away and out the door. You see Coach….Yoongi's shoulders visibly relax as she disappears. Turning to you, he gives you an unimpressed look.

“Hey, I didn't do anything….today,” you tell him, defending yourself.

“You love to get under her skin, don't you? Deliberately, wearing shorter shorts than last time,” he asks, and it makes you smile in amusement.

“How do you know they are shorter?” You ask back, and he looks like he is at a loss for words as his cheeks pinken. You turn your head as Nicky walks up, taking his bag from you before walking toward the exit huffing and puffing. “Have a goodnight….coach.”

Walking away, you might put a little more swing into your step than normal. You might be imagining it, but you swear you can feel a burning gaze in your back. You smirk. Good.

Very good.

《Chapter 5》

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iamyoursinblog · 1 day ago

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The Dragon

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 11.1 k

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Dragons no longer exist. They were all killed long ago, and humanity no longer trembles in fear or made any sacrifices for them. It was so long ago that everything became just a myth. A myth that is even hard to believe now. A myth that has turned into an ordinary fairy tale that mothers tell their children before bedtime.

. . .

You were standing in the middle of a wide forest glade in that white ugly dress. Your friends who believed in those silly tales about dragons actually existing annoyed you. You've decided to tell all these idiots that these are stupid fairy tales for children. Well, who in their right mind can believe that singing some stupid song from an old book will make you the bride of a dragon. Whatever it means.

That is why you were now standing on this place that supposedly served as a sacrifice table for dragons in the old days. You even wore a wedding dress to keep up with tradition.

"Just as I thought," you chuckled, throwing the bouquet on the ground. You sang the song three times, and oh miracle – nothing happened. As you thought, it's all just silly tales. "Let's see how you justify your belief in these fairy tales now," you chuckled, enjoying the future expression on your friends' faces when you tell them everything.

A strong gust of wind and deafening thunder almost knocked you off your feet. What the hell, you thought. When the weather changed so dramatically. You screamed in pain as the next moment your whole body was put in a vice and you lost consciousness.

"Silly girl..." Somewhere far away you heard some voice, but your body and mind did not pay attention to them.

You suddenly opened your eyes, sitting up in bed. Fuck, you groaned in pain. What the hell is going on here, you whispered, looking at your bandaged body. They want to turn me into a mummy? I think I'm going crazy; you laughed quietly at these thoughts. But where are you? You froze, looking at the wide, luxurious bedroom. Did you end up on the set of a historical film? You looked around the bedroom, which looked like the bedroom of kings in historical dramas.

You got out of bed, looking around. You need to find clothes. Apart from bandages and a wide fabric resembling a hanbok skirt, you were naked. What kind of pervert kidnapped you. How long have you been here? You stopped when you saw a white pile next to a basin of water. You picked it up and gasped when you realized that it was your dress. The once snow-white dress was completely dirty with long cuts that were soaked in blood. Despite the fact that this was explained by the presence of bandages, this did not explain what the hell happened to you.

The door was not locked and you left the room. But what surprised you even more was that it seemed like there was no one here except you. Maybe you were sleeping? You continued to wander around the place that was increasingly looking like a royal castle.

You shuddered, covering your mouth with your hands, when you heard a noise coming from the basement. As a person who always rolls his eyes at the stupidity of horror movie heroes who went to check out a strange noise in the basement in the middle of the night, you were about to do yourself just that. You slowly descended the stairs into the dungeon, which brought you closer to the groans soaked in pain. Well, what were you going to do, you asked yourself, taking the fire torch off the wall. You slowly looked around the corner, but there was no one there. Or rather, there was something similar to a medieval prison from which the groans were coming. You came closer to the bars and shuddered when you saw a guy in torn clothes, who was lying on the floor, writhing in convulsions.

You saw this face, you thought, seeing a scar running like a line across his entire eye. It was almost a year ago, at the dragon night market, to which your friends dragged you. You accidentally ran into him and were amazed when you saw this face, which was hidden by a wide straw hat. Even despite the scar, the face was so beautiful that your heart even skipped a beat. Did they really kidnap him too?

You shuddered when he groaned loudly, arching from what seemed to be pain in his whole body.

"Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but the lock did not form.

"Get out," the guy groaned barely audibly.

"What?" You stared at him, not quite sure if you heard him correctly. "We need to get out of here before the ones who kidnapped us come back." You looked around, looking for the key. You found it, and smiled, running up to the wall where a large key was hanging.

"I said get out of the castle," the guy growled quietly as you tried to insert the key into the large lock.

"No time to be a hero!" you snorted. "We can escape from here together," you said, opening the lock.

"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!" a loud scream made you take a step back. But you were even more stunned by the hatred with which this guy looked at you.

"Jerk," you snorted, throwing the key on the floor next to the bars, before running away as fast as you could. You continued to turn off the corridor into another one, until you saw a huge door on it. Finally, you thought. You opened the door and sighed in relief as you felt the fresh air. What kind of place is this, you looked at the huge courtyard. There, you exhaled, seeing a large gate with a door at the very end. You took a few steps and froze when a loud growl almost deafened you. You covered your ears when the growl thundered overhead again. Your eyes widened as the ground shook under your feet.

THIS! A FUCKING! REAL! DRAGON!

You must be dreaming! This simply can't be true! You looked at the black, huge dragon right in front of you, and you couldn't believe your eyes! This simply can't be! These are just fairy tales, right? Did someone drug you with hallucinogens? You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. You tried to take a step back but hit a wall. Was there a wall behind you? You slowly turned around and flinched when you found yourself in front of the dragon's tail that blocked your path. Now you were in a circle of dragon's body, which became a deadly trap for you.

Phahah... you couldn't stop laughing... you will die from the paws of a creature you didn't even believe in a minute ago. You stretched your hand forward and ran it along the dragon's scales. You expected them to be slippery and cold, but they were warm and silky to the touch. You froze when a stream of hot air hit you in the back. You didn't even have to turn around to realize that the dragon's muzzle was right behind you. Your head was spinning from information that you couldn't understand. The growls filled your body with fire, dragging your consciousness into the darkness.

"Aaaaaahhhhh" you screamed, sitting up abruptly. It took you a few seconds to realize that you were back in the bedroom you were in. You weren't dead, you exhaled. Fuck, this can't be happening. There was a dragon. A real dragon. A DRAGON!!!! You stared at your hand, still feeling the warm, silky sensation.

You stared at your body. This time, you were even wearing a hanfu dress. Maybe you jumped back in time? Although that guy was here too. Even if that were true, you probably wouldn't be surprised now. You were wonder who dresses you up every time?

A guy!

You jumped out of bed, practically running out of the room. You needed an ally to escape from here. You quickly ran down the stairs to the dungeon where the guy was locked up. You froze when you saw the door open and the clothes torn on the floor. Did the dragon kill him? Although there was not a drop of blood here... What to do now? You grabbed the torch that left last time before turning towards the stairs. Are you fucking SERIOUSLY? you snorted in irritation. Are you going to fight dragons with a torch?! You threw it on the floor before heading up. There was clearly someone here. It was unlikely that the huge dragon dressed you every time. You needed to find this person.

You continued to wander around the dark, empty castle, hoping to meet at least someone. You shuddered, hiding behind the door when you entered the huge hall and saw a person standing in front of a huge window. You tried to see through the crack who it was. Long golden hair, black clothes embroidered with gold threads, similar to the clothes of a king. What the fuck is this place. His hands were empty, so it was unlikely that he could hurt you right now. You needed answers. Although what questions should you ask?

You practically held your breath as you crossed the threshold of the hall. "Who are you?" you asked finally breaking the silence.

"I've told you to get out."

"What?" You looked at him in confusion. "When did you..." You stopped as the guy's hands clenched into fists. "Okay okay... I get it... that's exactly what I'm trying to do, get out of this weird place. It seems they're spraying drugs here that make you see things that don't exist." You laughed softly.

"It's too late now!" the guy growled, causing fear to grip your body.

"Did you kidnap me?" You screamed angrily.

The guy moved abruptly, dropping right in front of you, grabbing you by the neck. "The only villain here is you!" He pushed you away abruptly, causing you to fall to the floor. Your mouth dropped open in shock, because it was the guy with the scars. But now, instead of short coal black hair, he had long and golden hair.

"It's you?" You tried to get up but fell again, tangled in your skirt. "I saw you at the night market. And then in the dungeon. So you're some kind of stalker who's been following me all this time and now you've kidnapped me? And you've also drugged me so that I'm hallucinating?!" You were practically choking with anger, screaming at him.

"The one who should be angry right now is me!" the guy growled. "Stalker?! Drugs?!" he grabbed you by the collar in one motion, lifting you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. "The reason you're here is because of your stupidity, girl!" he growled, lifting your hand up. You stared at your wrist, which had a tattoo on it. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but stopped when you saw the exact same tattoo on his wrist.

"What is this?" you said, pushing away his hand, which was holding you by the collar of your dress, examining the tattoo on your wrist. It seemed real. You grabbed his hand, comparing the tattoos. "Did you do this?!" You pushed into his chest, but he didn't even move.

"No, you did this!"

"What are you even talking about?! You kidnapped me, did God knows what to my body, and now you have matching tattoos. And you're telling me that this is my doing?"

"I didn't force you to have the wedding ceremony! It was your choice!" He yelled at you, glaring at you. "And all of this is the result of your choice! You woke the dragon! You ended up here because he accepted your proposal! And you did this to us!" He pointed at his wrist. "You and only you are to blame for this, stupid girl!"

"The wedding ceremony?!" You looked at him in complete shock. "Wait... that silly song for the dragon? Are you telling me that all of this happened because of a stupid song from a children's fairy tale about dragons?" You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. "You seem to be on drugs too."

He walked over to the table and grabbed the knife. Wrapping his palm around the blade, he abruptly pulled the knife out, leaving a deep cut through his entire palm. You screamed in pain. You raised your hand and stared at your palm, which had the exact same cut on it. But you were even more shocked by the fact that a moment later it disappeared, leaving only a bloody mark.

"Does this still seem like a stupid fairy tale for you?!" he growled, throwing the knife on the floor.

"You told me to get out, I'll do it," you said as he walked past you, heading for the door.

"Too late! You belong to the dragon now!" He stopped for just a moment, and then left the room, not even turning in your direction.

. . .

You fell onto the bed, sighing heavily... for several weeks you had been trying to escape from here, and each time you found yourself in front of the castle gates, no matter how long you ran away. You chuckled that even despite your attempts to escape, every day food and clean clothes were in your bedroom upon your return. You tried to find the one who looked after you, but you couldn’t. You chuckled, sending a piece of meat into your mouth. You took the tray with dirty dishes and left the room. Today, you will definitely find someone else here. You stopped when you came across a portrait of that guy with a scar, although this portrait had no scar. Who are you, you thought, examining his face. You came closer when you saw the inscription in the very corner of the picture. "Min Yoongi" you read out loud. So that's your name. You chuckled, realizing that you hadn't seen him since that night in the hall. Not that you were looking for him that hard. You stuck your tongue out at the portrait before heading off to find the kitchen. You smiled, smelling food. You ran into the huge kitchen, but there was no one there. You placed the tray with dirty dishes on the table before looking around. There had to be a place to wash dishes somewhere. You squeaked, covering your mouth, when you turned your head to the table, there was nothing there. The entire tray with dishes just disappeared in front of your eyes. You backed away, what the hell was going on here...

You turned around and ran out of the kitchen, but froze when instead of a dark, narrow hallway, you found yourself in front of the door to your bedroom. You looked around the wide hallway. This place was definitely enchanted. Although it was not surprising, it would explain how food and clothes appeared in your room, or how you ran away every time and still ended up in the palace. You walked into the bedroom and stared at the table where there was food. "I want some tea," you whispered. Your mouth dropped open in surprise when the next moment a teapot with hot tea and a cup appeared on the table. You laughed, feeling like you had acquired a superpower. Maybe your imprisonment wasn't so bad. You took a sip of the hot tea, smiling widely. Your whole body ached from running around for centuries. Oh right, you chuckled before heading to the bathroom. You stood in front of a huge bathtub that looked more like a swimming pool. "I want to take a relaxing bath." You said and the next moment the bathtub filled with hot water with a layer of petals on top. You moaned at the smell of herbs that filled the entire room. You ran your hand through the water, which was more like milk. You took off your clothes and climbed into the bathtub. Perfect, you moaned as the hot water filled your body with warmth, relaxing every muscle. You turned over on your stomach, resting your hands on the edge of the bathtub. You looked out the huge window, which opened up to a view of the mountains covered in moonlight. For a moment you were wonder where that huge dragon is hiding. No matter how much you ran, you never saw him. Although he doesn't need to watch you, you still ended up in the castle by nightfall. I need to talk with Min Yoongi about this, you whispered under your breath. The splash of water made you shudder.

"Are you crazy?" Yoongi's angry voice behind you made you freeze in place.

You slowly turned towards him and covered your mouth to keep from laughing. Yoongi was standing fully clothed from the waist up in the water with a book in his hands, in the middle of a huge bathtub. You laughed at the expression on his face as he was drilling into you. "Ow" you squeaked covering your body when you realized you were completely naked. Oh right, you chuckled, because of the murky water he couldn't see your body. "Sorry, it was an accident" you said, covering your mouth with laughter.

"Accident?!" Yoongi growled before he headed to the edge of the bathtub to get out.

"Apparently it was because I said your name."

"Name?" He froze, turning towards you. "I didn't tell you my name."

"Min Yoongi, right? "I saw it on your portrait," you said with a shrug.

"Whatever!" he snorted. "Did you say I showed up because you said my name?"

"Yeah, my new super power." You giggled. "I want some fruit," you said and a table with fruit appeared next to you.

Yoongi growled as he walked up to the table before throwing it at the wall in anger, turning it into splinters. "Stupid dragon!" You opened your mouth, you knew he was strong, but this made you realize his strength was way beyond human. Although was he even human? You wondered when a moment later he simply disappeared.

. . .

The next day, you went to the mountains to look for the dragon. You are the one who angered him, and he took it out on me. Is it even fair? You muttered under your breath as you climbed the mountains. You rested your hands on your knees when you finally found yourself in a huge forest glade. "Dragon, show yourself right now!" you yelled. Everything inside you clenched in fear as the roar echoed throughout the forest. You stumbled back, losing your balance as the dragon landed right in front of you. The forest glade that seemed huge now looked like a shoebox that a lion was trying to fit in.

You tried to stop shaking from fear by clenching your hands into fists. Oh, you're really crazy, you scolded yourself mentally. You took a step forward and froze when the dragon lay completely in front of you. Okay, this is a better start than with Yoongi. It's not like he's going to kill me now, is it? You flinched when his tail was only a meter away from you. You still had a hard time believing your eyes. Just like your brain refused to accept the fact that a huge dragon was lying in front of you now. "Good dragon," you said with a trembling voice, approaching his tail. You extended your trembling hand forward, slowly taking steps forward. A shudder went through your entire body when you touched the dragon. Softly, you whispered under your breath, running your hand along his tail. You turned and jumped in fear, pressing your back against the tail when his muzzle was right in front of you. Despite his huge size and the fear he inspired, the dragon did not seem fierce. You continued to look at his muzzle.

If you are going to kill me, do it today, you said. You gathered all your courage and took a step forward. I don't really want to be eaten, you thought, extending your hand forward. I hope it won't hurt, at least, you exhaled, touching his muzzle.

You walked around him, continuing to run your hand along his muzzle. You stopped when you saw the same scar on the dragon's eye as Yoongi. Everything that happens to you happens to him, you whispered, approaching the place where the scar ended. You ran your hand over the deep scar and shuddered when the dragon quietly growled. Let's be friends, you said, stroking the dragon. Apparently, it will be easier for me to find a common language with you than with this evil one, you laughed.

Oh, you squealed when you felt a slight burning sensation in your wrist. You stared at the tattoo that glowed with a golden light, filling your palm with warmth. This is how you say that you are not against friendship, you smiled, although apparently I am already your bride. You laughed at the quiet growl at your words. I don't know about dragons, but humans usually do not eat or kill their brides. They need to be protected and kept from danger. So do not eat me, even if this evil guy orders you! You settled down to the dragon's muzzle, hugging him. You stepped back before waving goodbye to the dragon again. You slowly walked down the mountain towards the castle, still smiling widely. Such a scary and big dragon, but to you now it was more like a pet that needed petting. You stopped when you met Yoongi's gaze who was watching you through the huge window.

"Why did you go to see the dragon?" Yoongi's fierce voice sounded behind you as soon as you entered the castle.

"I can't see my fiancé?" you chuckled without even turning to face him.

"I'm serious," Yoongi growled grabbing your hand, turning you to face him. "Do you even care about your life!?!"

You pushed him away, ripping your hand out of his steel grip. “The more I’m around you, the less the dragon seems like the scariest of the two of you!” you growled, looking at the red and purple marks of his fingers on your wrist that were slowly fading. You turned around and walked into the room.

“The dragon will out of control! And he’s going to kill you!” Yoongi yelled at your back, making you turn back to him. “Do you know why a dragon needs a bride?!” Yoongi yelled at you lividly. “They’re sacrifices!!! He’s going to take your life to prolong his own!”

“How would you know that?!”

“Because I am the dragon!” Yoongi growled.

“What?” You flinched back from his words as if you’d been slapped.

“And no matter how much I love or hate you, I can’t stop him. When you open your heart to the dragon, he will break out and take your life!” he screamed, finally knocking the ground out from under your feet. “You could have run away... but the moment you touched him, it sealed us together. Whether you want it or not, you will reach out and look for me.” Your mouth dropped open at Yoongi’s words that was saturated with pain. And before you could say anything, he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.

You lost count of the days you spent in the room, thinking about Yoongi’s words. So your death is only a matter of time. You laughed, falling to the floor. What the hell to drag out. I want whiskey, you said and grabbed the bottle that appeared, taking a few big gulps. You covered your mouth, fighting the fire that burned your throat from the strength of the drink. After a few more sips, you left the half-empty bottle on the floor, heading for the exit. You entered the huge hall and grinned, remembering how much time had passed since the last time you were here.

"Min Yoongi, show up right now!" you growled. You laughed when you heard a disgruntled growl behind you. "And here is my dragon!" You smiled widely at him.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Always so serious" you made a face, trying to imitate his expression. You came close to him, running your fingers over his face. "Scratch-cat!" You giggled when he grabbed your hand with force.

"What are you trying to achieve..." You pressed your lips to his, cutting off his words. You were sure that he would push you away, but he did not move an inch. "Are you crazy?" he whispered, looking at you in shock.

"The big dragon got scared of a kiss" you grabbed his clothes right before he disappeared. You fell to the floor from extreme dizziness when a moment later you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Yoongi yelled at you.

"So this is what your bedroom looks like." You looked at the piles of books that took up most of the large bedroom. Yoongi grabbed your shoulders shaking you hard. "Oh, be careful with those movements or I'll throw up" you said removing his hands from your shoulders.

"Do you even realize how dangerous it is to cling to someone like that while moving?"

"It's hardly more dangerous than being your bride." You giggled walking towards the large bed.

"What?" He flinched back at your words.

"Why?" You grinned meeting his gaze. "Didn't you say you were a dragon. That means I'm your bride. Anyway, shouldn't you be happy that thanks to me your life will be extended for another couple thousand years?"

"Shut up!" Yoongi yelled slapping you across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "Shut your mouth right now!" he growled. "You don't know anything!"

You laughed as the pain of the slap completely sobered you up. "Yeah," you shook your head. "I don't know anything except that I have to die." You stood up from the floor and walked closer to him. "Then what's the point of a sappy story? Or having me throw a tearful fit? Will that change my final?" you pushed him in the chest. "You were right... this whole time my body felt like it was breaking and tearing apart from the need to even look at you. Or was it your desire that was passed on to me?" you said raising your hand pointing to the tattoo.

"Get out" he growled

"I don't want to" you said grabbing his hand as he turned away from you. You chuckled as heat filled your body. "Liar" you whispered as his eyes darkened with arousal. "So that's why you've been avoiding me all this time" you laughed as his breathing became heavy.

"Stupid!" he growled as he bit into your lips.

You groaned in pain. His claws cut through your clothes and skin like a knife cutting butter. His tongue seemed so long, wrapping around your tongue. Your clothes, like paper, turned into a mountain of bloody scraps on the floor. Now you were very happy with the newfound ability to regenerate. It was unlikely that you would have survived by the time he dealt with your clothes. You pulled away from him, gasping for air, when he squeezed you into the bed. "Fuck" you whispered when you saw that part of his cheek under the scar, his shoulder with his chest, and his arm were covered in black dragon scales. His hair became light and long, and his eyes, like your tattoo, burned with a golden glow. He bit into your skin with his teeth, making you scream in pain. "Wait" you tried to stop him, but his strength was too great. He continued to torture your body with teeth and claws, staining the white sheets with your blood. "Oh god..." you gasped as his cock pushed its full length into you. Too big and ridged, it seemed to grow inside you with each hard thrust, causing incredible pain. I wonder if you could survive if he tore you apart.

His growl made everything inside you clench with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Yoongi" you moaned, grabbing his hair. "Yoongi!" you screamed, forcing him to finally meet your gaze. "Min Yoongi, be with me!" you moaned, kissing his cheek that was covered in dragon scales. Yoongi froze as you hugged him, sitting him down on the mattress, running your tongue over his cheek. You exhaled as the scales turned back to skin. You continued to leave kisses on his shoulder and chest until there was no trace of the black silk dragon scales left. Even his cock inside you had become more human-sized. You rocked your hips, making him moan loudly, closing his eyes. "You're back," you smiled widely as Yoongi's hair and eyes darkened again.

You laughed at Yoongi's shocked look. It seemed he really hadn't been himself this whole time. "_______" he breathed out your name...

"Admit it, has any girl ever survived sex with you?" you giggled, enjoying his completely shocked and confused look.

"My dick inside you..." he practically whispered, looking at you with wide eyes.

"You're observant," you laughed. "I like it so much better like this!" you said slightly sitting up and sitting on him again, moaning softly.

"Oh.. wait" Yoongi growled, squeezing your hips, not letting you move.

You pulled him towards you, making him sit on the bed. "I got so much pain from you" you whispered touching his lips. "Now I would like to get as much pleasure from you" you moaned, kissing him.

"I'm not sure if I won't lose control from desire again" he said stopping you, trying to pull away.

"Then I'll give it back to you again" you ran your tongue over his scar hugging him, making him moan softly. You chuckled feeling a shudder go through his body.

You moaned, finding yourself pressed into the mattresses, while Yoongi kissed and licked your body going down. His tongue drove you crazy playing with your nipples. You gasped when his mouth covered your clit. Your eyes widened, lifting your head sharply as a tongue that was too long and too big pushed inside your pussy. "Yoongi," you gasped, meeting his dark eyes. "Fuck" you moaned from the pleasure his tongue was giving you.

He laughed softly "It seems you don't mind some dragon parts in me after all"

"Only in this case and only this part" you chuckled moaning, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you with his long tongue. Your whole body was shaking, you were so close... You whimpered as he pulled away from you.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore" Yoongi growled, forcing you to look at him. He laughed as you looked at him carefully. "I can't hold back the urge to fuck you" he bared his teeth, pushing his entire length into you.

"Fuck" you moaned, arching, unable to cope with this pleasure. "Yoongi..."

"Yeah, like this..." he growled, squeezing your neck. "Remind me who I am!" Yoongi said, biting into your lips.

You couldn't control the tears that rolled down your cheeks from the excess of emotion and pleasure. Your whole body felt like it was breaking from trying to cope with it. You moaned loudly as Yoongi sped up his thrusts. You hoped that he was as close to orgasm as you were. Yoongi continued to thrust into you mercilessly, practically growling in pleasure. You gasped as your whole body exploded into tiny pieces from the intense orgasm.

You opened your eyes and it took you a few seconds to remember where you were. Did you pass out from the orgasm?! You tried to figure out if it was early morning or if it was already evening...

You froze when you tried to turn around and saw a strong arm wrapped around your waist. He squeezed you tighter, pulling you back to his chest as you tried to free yourself from his captivity. “It seems like you finally came to your senses...” he muttered, biting your neck. Your whole body shook as he ran his tongue over the bite mark on your neck.

“One night with you could really kill you,” you moaned, pushing him away.

Yoongi laughed, running his hand through your hair. “One night? Apparently the pleasure erased your memories of the past week.”

“What?!” You stared at him in shock. “A week?” your mouth laughed in surprise.

“What?” Yoongi shrugged and laid down on his back. “It’s your own fault for rashly attacking someone who had been abstaining for hundreds of years.”

“Crazy,” you breathed out...

“Even though you don’t remember... you liked it and asked me not to stop...” he broke into a smug smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You sat up on the bed, looking around at the destruction in the room. “And what should I do...” you said, sighing as Yoongi hugged your waist, resting his head on your lap. “Now I don’t really want to die when you act like this and make my heart flutter.”

. . .

You fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. After your words, Yoongi practically turned into a statue before disappearing without saying a word. You’re being avoided... again! Although this time you weren't really looking forward to meeting him, even though you wanted to see him. Now you understood why Yoongi's voice was filled with pain that night. No matter what, you were going to die, and he was going to live on... and neither of you could change that.

You need to talk... you thought as you got up from the bed. You opened the door and froze when you saw the box on the floor in front of the door. You picked it up before walking over to the table. You opened it and saw a note with beautiful handwriting.

- Use this... and live! -

You picked up the cloth and looked in surprise at the dagger that was inside. Your eyes widened when you saw dried blood on the blade. What the...

Your eyes widened when you realized what the note meant, and what kind of dagger was in front of you now...

This is your answer... You were practically seething with anger. You gave me a weapon that could kill you and you tell me to live after that?! You fell to the floor as tears filled your eyes. There are only two options for us: either I die for your life, or you die for mine.

But what should we do, both options don't suit you... why can't you both live...

You wondered when you should die? If you asked Yoongi, did he answer your question? Or does he also not know when it should happen. Does it depend on how much you should fall in love with him and be willing to give him your life voluntarily?

How complicated it all is...you lay down on the floor covering your face with your hands. Okay...you got up from the floor and headed to Yoongi's room.

You chuckled as he flinched at your appearance. "Such a big dragon is scared of his bride?" you said as you walked inside.

Your jaw clenched as he immediately looked at your hands. Sitting here, waiting to die at my hands? You thought as he let out a disappointed sigh. "Why are you here?" he asked, turning back to the book in his hands.

"I wonder...would you ask me that question if I had your present in my hands?" You practically spat the words out.

Yoongi closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "No." He replied, still with his eyes closed.

"Wow, you're honest." You chuckled, walking closer to him. "If that's the case..." You snatched the book from his hand, throwing it across the room. Yoongi finally looked at you as you sat on his lap, facing him. "Will you answer the other question so honestly?" You moved closer, whispering in his ear.

"______." He practically moaned your name.

"You know when this is going to happen, right?" You slowly placed light kisses on his neck, making every muscle in his body tense.

"______" he groaned again. Yoongi gripped your hand tightly as you unbuttoned his shirt, giving you access to his body.

"There is no set date..." he growled as you bit the skin on his collarbone. "The dragon just knows the moment when it must take your life."

As you thought, it all depends on your feelings... You chuckled, realizing that maybe that moment had already come...

"Stop" Yoongi squeezed your hips as you rubbed yourself against his cock.

"Your body is so much more honest" you chuckled, squeezing his hard, bulging dick.

"Please" Yoongi growled, closing his eyes as you ran your fingers along his length.

"I don't want to" you said, pulling his pants down, releasing his dripping member from arousal. "I'm going to enjoy you until the very end" you moaned, guiding his cock into your pussy. Yoongi groaned loudly as you sat on him, taking his cock completely inside you. "Regardless of whose end it will be" you said, biting into his lips.

You chuckled as the next moment you found yourself pinned to the bed. Yoongi's kiss was a reflection of pure madness. Your body was filled with heat from the crazy combination of both tenderness and cruelty that Yoongi had unleashed on you. This time he didn’t hold back. Allowing himself to do whatever he wanted to you but he held himself back so much. You chuckled at the fact that this time he wasn’t afraid of losing control because he knew you would bring him back to his senses. Your heart was on the verge of stopping from the feelings that suddenly overwhelmed you. He ran his tongue over the trail of your tears, pushing himself hard into you.

“You did a good job holding back last time,” you groaned in pain as his teeth sank into your skin. You ran your fingers over his lips, wiping the trail of your blood from them. You slapped him hard across the face as his eyes turned golden. A loud roar filled the room before Yoongi’s eyes turned dark again.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, turning you onto your stomach. He pulled your hips away from him, putting you on all fours in front of him. His fingers gripped your hair tightly as he thrust into you hard. He continued to fuck you mercilessly, pinning your arms behind your back with his other hand. Your body exploded with orgasm, but he didn’t even notice your trembling, lost in his own pleasure.

You laughed before moaning loudly. He turned you on your side, throwing your leg over his shoulder, giving himself access for deeper thrusts. You clearly should have been afraid of dying not from the claws of a dragon, but from sex with Yoongi.

Your body arched in pleasure as Yoongi came inside you, squeezing your neck. He sank his lips into yours, kissing you. You moaned as the gentle kiss became more passionate. “I want more,” Yoongi growled, meeting your gaze.

“Is that a request or just a statement of fact?” you laughed as he began to move inside you again.

"Request" Yoongi grinned, bracing his hands on the mattress.

"So I can refuse" you moaned, each of his thrusts driving you crazy with overstimulation.

"You can try..." You moaned in pain, staring at him with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into you along with his cock.

"Fuck, Yoongi" you grabbed his hand, trying to pull away. "What the fuck are you doing"

"Showing you how much your insatiable pussy wants my cock inside it." He flipped you over onto your stomach again before pushing his finger into your ass. "Or should I show you that it's not just your pussy that craves my cock inside it"

Your body was shaking with pleasure. Yoongi's cock pounding into you with force and his finger slowly sliding into your ass took the pleasure to a whole new level. But what surprised you even more was that you wanted more. 10 minutes ago you were begging Yoongi for mercy, now you wanted to beg him to give you more.

"Just look at that slutty body" Yoongi laughed running his tongue down your spine. He pulled out his cock and finger making you whine from the loss of pleasure.

You gasped loudly as his long tongue ran over your crotch "Yoongi"

"Last time you liked what I could do with my tongue in your pussy" Yoongi growled pushing his tongue deep into your pussy. "Let's see how happy your ass is with my long tongue"

His fingers stretched your butcheeks as his tongue groaned circling the tight ring. You moaned as his tongue came inside. You could feel the tight muscles relaxing more and more under the pressure of the hot tongue that slowly licked and pushed into your ass.

You heard a soft laugh and only then realized that you had started rocking your hips against each shallow thrust of Yoongi's tongue, wanting more. "So impatient," Yoongi slapped your ass. "Wasn't someone going to tell me to stop?"

"Please," you moaned, making Yoongi laugh louder.

"Please, what?" Yoongi taunted you, but you didn't care.

"Please fuck my ass with your long tongue," you moaned, wiggling your ass as you were slapped again.

"Fuck, yeah, baby. That's it." Yoongi stretched you out, pushing his tongue into your ass. You couldn't control your moans. His hot, ridged tongue was fucking you, making you go crazy.

"Get on the bed." You moaned, and he looked at you in surprise when you stopped him by gripping his hair.

"What..." Yoongi didn't finish his sentence when you ran your tongue over his cock. "Slutty." He moaned, pulling your hips towards his face.

You slid your tongue over his cock and balls, making him moan loudly. The thrusts of his tongue became harder as his cock slid into your mouth the entire length.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore." He growled, biting your ass. "Sit on me." He growled, running his hands down your waist. "Ride my cock."

"Lecher!" You chuckled at his impatience. You wrapped your hands around his cock, guiding it into your pussy. You rocked your hips but he squeezed them hard, making you stop.

"Not that one, I want to be inside that one!" Yoongi moaned, pushing two fingers into your ass.

"Yoongi," you gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain from his thrusts. "You want to put that in my ass?" you gaped at his cock as he shook his head happily. "You really get off on the sight of my blood, don't you?" you chuckled. "If you move I'll kill you!" you growled.

"I hope you do it anyway," he chuckled, and your jaw tensed. "Sorry..." Yoongi ran his fingers gently down your back before sitting up and leaving a few equally gentle kisses on your skin.

"I guess we got distracted," you ran your fingers down his cock. Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on your back. His tongue was definitely making your tight hole more pliable, you thought as his head slid inside. But his size was too big to take easily. You rocked your hips slowly, each time going down an inch. Fuck, you growled in pain, and that wasn’t even the half of it…

“Baby,” Yoongi growled before the sound of wood breaking filled the room. “Stop teasing me!” your mouth fell open when you saw the broken pillar at the head of the bed, which Yoongi had his hands clinging to. “Or do you need my help?”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you gasped in pain as Yoongi squeezed your shoulders, pressing down. “Stop!!!” you tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Too deep!!” you practically cried as he sat you all the way down on his cock. Forcing you to take his entire length.

"That's it baby." Yoongi dug his fingers into your hips, not allowing you to pull away even an inch. "See, you just needed a little help." Yoongi growled as you gasped for air, unable to make a sound.

Yoongi sat up on the bed, holding your body tightly, making you shake in his arms. You exhaled, completely relaxing in his arms as the pain began to subside. You moaned as Yoongi covered your clit with his fingers, slowly circling it. Your moan grew louder as Yoongi squeezed your thigh with his other hand, making you rock your hips. Yoongi's growl filled your body with heat. Yoongi moved his hand to your other thigh, making you move on his cock again. You growled, digging your nails into his hands, trying to stop him.

"If you keep squeezing my cock like that, it'll be even harder for me to control myself," Yoongi hissed.

"Oh, is that your idea of control?" You laughed at his words...

He gripped your hair, turning your face towards him as he kissed you. You lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock, shaking in pleasure. Yoongi moaned into your mouth as you did it again. You pulled back, bracing your hands on the mattress in front of you, continuing to slowly slide up his cock. "Fuck," you moaned. It felt good, too good... Yoongi gripped your hips, making your movements more abrupt. Yoongi shifted forward, pressing himself against your body, bracing himself on the mattress with his hand next to yours.

He pulled out before thrusting hard, the entire length of him. You growled in pleasure and pain. "Does it hurt?" Yoongi moaned, stopping, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"Yes" you moaned, one movement from him and you were already on the verge of losing your mind. "Don't stop"

You shook from his low laugh before he thrust hard. You couldn't control the shaking that only got stronger from his merciless movements. The pleasure practically broke every bone in your body and your vision blurred. You fell onto the bed when your arms were no longer able to hold you up. Yoongi pulled your hips, lifting your ass high in the air. The orgasm crashed through you, locking your body in a strong spasm. Yoongi growled as you squeezed his cock tightly.

You choked, spitting out blood as Yoongi's claws appeared and dug into your throat, piercing your skin. You screamed in pain as his fangs sank into your back. You moaned as Yoongi began to move inside you again. I should have grabbed the knife, you thought, laughing quietly as your wounds began to heal. Yoongi fell on top of you, squeezing you tightly in his arms as he came. He hugged you so tightly that it felt like your ribs were about to break, although you wouldn't be surprised if they were already broken. You didn't know how much time passed while you just lay in each other's arms. You felt the pain completely leave your body, leaving only the warmth that Yoongi's embrace caused.

"Is there a way to have sex with you without bleeding so much?" you laughed, looking at the red sheets that were originally white...

You sighed in relief as Yoongi's embrace weakened. "Forgive me" Yoongi whispered barely audibly. You closed your eyes fighting back tears when you felt tears running down Yoongi's cheeks, dissolving on your skin.

"Torn my body apart, tore my soul apart and just disappeared... Bastard!" you chuckled turning onto your back when he suddenly disappeared.

You exhaled loudly when the next moment Yoongi was above you, biting your lips with a furious kiss. This man... his kiss was so emotional that you didn't even notice when tears began to roll down the corners of your eyes.

You opened your eyes sharply and tried to pull away when you felt cold metal in your hand. "Yoongi" you moaned into his mouth when he continued to kiss you, not giving you the opportunity to either pull away or break the kiss. His fingers squeezed your hand, forcing you to completely grasp the hilt of the dagger in your hand. A low growl filled the room as Yoongi pulled away from you. You couldn't move from the pain as his claws dug into your other arm. Your eyes widened in fear when you saw that part of his face was covered in black dragon scales. But what shocked you more was that only one of his eyes had turned golden. Was Yoongi really fighting the dragon without letting it completely take over him. It was now or never... the annoying voice inside kept repeating over and over, reminding you of the dagger in your hand. No, there had to be a way... please... You couldn't say a word because of the tears that were choking you from the agony that Yoongi was in while fighting the dragon.

He really was a bastart... he had put you in a bind and left you with no options except one. Everything blurred because of the tears that were flowing uncontrollably from your eyes. Even the pain from the wounds the dragon continued to inflict on you paled in comparison to the weight of the choice you had to make. You gripped the dagger tightly before stabbing it into Yoongi's chest with all your might.

"Jerk," you whispered as Yoongi's face broke into a tender smile. He ran his fingers down your face before collapsing onto the bed next to you, bleeding. You couldn't help but sob as you watched Yoongi slowly die in front of you.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered, running his bloody hand down your cheek.

"Yes...," you whispered as you sat down next to him. "I love you too," you placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling the dagger out of his chest. And before he could reach you, you stabbed the dagger into your heart, collapsing onto Yoongi's chest. You spat out blood that rushed up your throat. Fire burning you from the inside, is that what Yoongi felt now? Poison that filled your veins and slowly but surely took away your life. Darkness swallowed you leaving only hellish pain.

. . .

The ringing sound came out of nowhere, muffled... You exhaled loudly as the cold air filled your lungs almost choking you. You tried to open your eyes, but your whole body hurt too much. You only slightly opened your eyes, trying to get used to the too bright light that blurred everything in front of your eyes. What the hell was going on here, you tried to understand, when the pain slowly began to recede. You opened your eyes, trying to see at least something...

What is this, you asked yourself when your vision returned and you saw the sky and the tops of tall trees. You ran your hand over the damp grass you were lying on. You still continued to hear the sound of your phone, which was ringing. You turned your head, looking at the trees that were around you. You saw a bag lying not far from you. You stretched out and stared in surprise at your hand covered in white cloth. You took out your phone when it stopped ringing. You sat up, looking at yourself, or rather the white dress you were wearing. You turned your eyes to the phone when it rang again. You looked at your friend's name that flashed on the screen in surprise.

"Hello," you answered, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hello there," your friend's cheerful voice confused you even more. "Where are you?"

"What?..."

"We were supposed to meet, where are you?"

"On the forest glade," you answered, completely confused.

"Oh god, don't tell me you really went to that glade to check out those dragon stories the guys told you yesterday?" she laughed.

"Yesterday?"

"Are you okay?" your friend's laughter turned to surprise. "Yes, yesterday. Did you drink too much last night? Do you have a hangover?"

"I... no... wait... you said we met yesterday?"

"Phah... oh, we should drink less, otherwise it seems like you've gotten lost in the days" your friend laughed

"Impossible..." you whispered, cutting off the call.

You stood up, looking around the clearing, which was too familiar. It definitely happened here. That day when the dragon kidnapped you. You looked at your body, you were wearing the same dress as then... but why did your friend say that it was yesterday... after all, so much time has passed. "Yoongi" you exhaled, looking around the glade, but you were alone. You touched the place where a moment ago there was a dagger in your chest, but now there was not even a trace left. What the fuck is going on here, your consciousness refused to accept the situation. You grabbed the phone and froze in shock... how... you sighed, looking at the date. It was really that day when you decided to come to this forest glade.

What is even happening. Why... was everything that happened just a dream. How is this possible, it was all too real. What about Yoongi, did he even exist or was it just your subconscious? No way, you could still physically feel every touch and kiss that Yoongi left on your body. You kept looking around, wanting to find even the slightest confirmation that Yoongi existed... that all of this wasn't just a dream...

"Are you okay? Are you lost?" you shouted jumping up and down when an unfamiliar voice came from behind you. You turned around and stared at the forest ranger who was looking at you with concern.

"You could say that," you whispered when you realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"My car is not far from here, and if you need help from the police.."

"No," you cut him off abruptly. "Can you give me a ride to the nearest taxi stop?" you had to get home first and then figure out what the hell happened.

Few months later:

Month after month, you searched for the castle in the forest every day, but all your searches were a failure. Could it be that everything that happened to you was really just a dream? Maybe you really went crazy and it blurred the line between reality and a dream. Maybe you should still contact a specialist, as your friend advised. Your friend practically moved in with you after that day in the forest because of concern.

"We need to hang out," your friend said entering your room. "Remember?" she said putting a flyer on your desk. "Last year it was a lot of fun there," she smiled already rummaging through your wardrobe picking out an outfit for you, although you hadn't even agreed yet for whatever it was. You grinned picking up a flyer advertising a night market of the dragon.

"Well, at least something remained the same," you whispered...

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, you thought as you found yourself with your friends at a noisy market. It seemed like you could breathe for the first time in a month. The night market was lit up with colorful lanterns, crowds of people were dancing and singing to the music and the smell of delicious food was intoxicating. You laughed, watching your friends dance, reminding you of the forgotten fun.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” you told your friend before heading through the crowd towards the food and drink area. You froze when an all too familiar silhouette caught your attention. “Yoongi,” you whispered. You felt your insides tighten into a tight knot. Was it your imagination playing tricks on you again, but before you knew it you were already heading through the crowd towards where Yoongi had been standing a moment ago. You continued to mindlessly wander through the rows of people, hoping to see him again. You gasped when you tripped over a cord lying on the ground, falling forward. You closed your eyes, putting your hands out in front of you, but a strong hand grabbed your waist before you could touch the ground. You exhaled as you found yourself back on your feet. You turning sharply towards your savior. You froze, your mouth hanging open as your gaze met Yoongi’s. It was him, he was really there, you tightened your grip on his hands that were still around your waist. You took a step forward approaching his lips, but he turned his face away, taking a step back from you. You froze and your eyes widened, filling with tears. Despite the familiar face, he was not the one you knew, you thought when you saw that there was no scar on his eye. Just as there was no hint that the person standing in front of you was the one you were looking for...

"Sorry" you whispered silently because of the tears that choked you.

You stepped back, turning away, unable to look at this face anymore. A strong hand grabbed your face and hot lips covered your mouth. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it contained all of eternity, all of the feelings and memories!

Yoongi smiled at you and a wave of mixed feelings washed over you! Love, hate, resentment, anger, happiness - everything mixed together. You hit him in the chest "Idiot" you couldn't stop the tears, continuing to hit him. "How could you just show up only now and act so cold to me? I hate you!" You continued cried.

"You're right! I really am an idiot if I thought I could live this life without you..." Yoongi laughed, holding you tightly in his arms. The warmth of his body filled you to the brim. It really was him, your Yoongi, your dragon.

You hugged him tightly, breathing in his familiar scent. For the first time in couple month, your mind and heart found peace in his arms. "If you think about playing with me again, I'll kill you," you muttered, pressing your face into his body.

"If you kill me, I'll really die," he laughed, lifting your face up. "Sorry it took so long," Yoongi said, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "It turns out that becoming a human is much more difficult than being a thousand-year-old dragon," Yoongi said as he took out an ID card from his pocket, making you laugh out loud.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" you asked incredulously, looking around.

"No," he squeezed you tighter, making you wince in pain. "This is all real! Ouch.." he winced as you hit him again.

"Don't even think I'll forgive you so easily for making me go through all this hell alone!"

"I'm really sorry! I didn't think your memories were preserved too." He lifted your hand, leaving a kiss on your wrist where the gold tattoo was. Your eyes widened at his words and you grabbed his hand.

You exhaled loudly when you saw that there was a burn scar on his arm in the form of a tattoo. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt until you saw the scar left by the dagger in the middle of his chest.

"Baby, I don't mind you stripping me naked, but there are too many people around. Especially these few people who are watching us with their mouths open."

You quickly removed your hands from his chest when you remembered where you were. You turned around and cursed when you saw your friends standing there with their mouths open in surprise. Right, you went to get drinks...

"I'm glad you're okay." Your friend said, looking at your sincere smile. "You don't have to call me if you don't come home today." She winked at you, pulling the rest of your friends with her, leaving you alone with Yoongi, making you laugh.

Your laughter turned into a quiet moan when Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you against his body. "And if you don't show up for a week, then should you call her?"

"If you plan on fucking me for a whole week, then you'll have to call an ambulance instead of my friend!" You slapped his hand, which was gripping you tighter.

"I didn't think I'd start missing the time when you were the dragon's bride!" He snorted in displeasure, making you laugh.

"So cocky... your powers are not dragon-like anymore either, are they?" You turned around, hugging him.

"Well... I don't turn into a dragon anymore," He chuckled.

You stared at him. "That's not what I asked," You took a step back in disbelief. "Yoongi?"

His smile turned into a smirk. He took your hand, pulling you along with him. He turned the corner of the food tent, and you found yourself in a spacious living room. "I'm still learning what my 'not dragon-like' powers are!" He laughed, looking at your shocked face. "But I wasn't completely lying..." He said, walking over to the table, picking up the letter opener. He ran the blade over his finger before holding his hand out to you, showing you the small cut. "Now I need a band-aid for this." He smiled widely at you.

"Crazy," you whispered in disbelief. "I'm leaving" you snorted turning towards exit.

"Do you really want to leave?" Yoongi hugged you from behind, lightly biting the skin on your neck, making you gasp. “There’s nothing left that can hurt you,” he whispered, trailing kisses down to your shoulder, pulling your tank top off one of your shoulders. You let out a breath as he ran his other hand down your body before squeezing your breast.

"Yoongi," you bit your lip as his fingers pinched your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You couldn't help but moan as his fingers slid under your shirt, squeezing your other nipple.

He ran his tongue up your neck. "Kiss me," he whispered in your ear, making you gulp loudly.

You turned your face towards him, letting him take over your lips. The kiss was so unusually gentle that it overwhelmed you with emotion. He pulled away abruptly when he felt tears on his fingers. You laughed at his confused look.

"I don't remember my tears ever making you stop." You chuckled. "This is definitely something new. Can't say I like it though." You grabbed him by his half-unbuttoned shirt, pulling him back against your body.

A shudder ran through your body as you caught the dangerous smirk on the corners of his lips before he smashed his lips onto yours. He picked you up heading towards the bedroom. He threw you on the bed knocking all the air out of your lungs. You watched his every move with lust. He took off his shirt sending it to the floor before unbuttoning his pants. "And how do you expect me to control myself when you look at me like that?!" he growled grabbing your ankle pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t remember asking you for such silly things,” you pressed your foot against his chest, dragging it down before pressing down on his boner bulging out of his pants. He hissed squeezing your ankle harder.

"Then should I call an ambulance right now and have them stand outside my door?" he growled, getting rid of your pants in one motion. "Mmm..." he looked over your body with a hungry gaze. "Which sweet hole should I start with today?"

you squealed as you found yourself on your stomach and a hard slap landed on your ass. "Oh fuck..." you moaned. Yoongi pulled your hips up against him, pushing you to your knees. You moaned as his face pressed into your crotch. His tongue licked you hungrily.

"Has my baby just gotten even more delicious or am I just that hungry for you?"

"Yoongi" you moaned as his tongue pushed into your pussy. His fingers pushed into you replacing his tongue.

"Now I have to be more careful in preparing you" he growled adding another finger. "It's going to be bad if these sheets turn red," he growled, biting your butt cheek as his fingers slowly stretched you.

"Your hand is all wet from my pussy and you're still doing some fucking prep," you growled, no longer able to take the heat inside you that was craving more than these almost gentle thrusts. A quiet but genuine laugh made you blush completely, from your impatience. "Forget it. Leave me alone!" you snorted, falling forward, burying your face in the sheets as Yoongi's laughter grew louder. Yoongi lay on top of you, pinning you to the mattress. His hands squeezed you and you moaned, biting into the sheets as his cock slid inside you the entire length. "Are you sure you want me to leave you?" Yoongi growled, white slow deep thrusts. "Fuck," you moaned. The position made his cock seem even thicker, making you gasp in painful pleasure.

"Yoongi.. wait" you continued to moan his name as his hand pushed between your body and the mattress covering your clit.

"How I missed you moaning my name" Yoongi moaned, continuing his sweet torture. His fingers circled your clit and his thrusts became faster, making you cum with his name on your lips. "Yes, my baby"

You exhaled loudly as he rose above you. His knees squeezed your hips tighter and his hands rested on your lower back digging his fingers into your skin. The hard thrust made your body shake.

Sounding slaps and ragged groans, similar to growls, filled the room. You were completely lost in your pleasure while Yoongi pounded into you with hard thrusts.

Yoongi's loud moans turned into almost a scream as he fell on top of you, squeezing your body hard. He pulled out of you, continuing to rub his cock against your ass, covering your back with cum. His movements and moans were chaotic, while he was completely lost in his orgasm.

You laughed softly when you felt Yoongi's cock become hard again. "You know..." you said as you found yourself in Yoongi's arms as he laid down next to you. "The idea of an ambulance waiting outside your door doesn't seem so stupid anymore," you groaned from the pain in your entire body, after only one time with him.

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