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All that Sparkles (KTH)
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: Fluff, angst (smut if I write a second part)
Au: Arranged marriage, CEO Taehyung.
Warning:Â mentions of alcohol, curse words (so far).
Rating: 18+
Summary: you are married to Kim Taehyung; the ever charming, dashing, smart and rich CEO of Divine Diamonds. Heâs sweet, kind and polite, unlike anything youâd ever expect from someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Only problem; you donât feel a connection. Your marriage feels dull. However, the day you bring him home for a family dinner with your parents, things change.
Word count:Â 3.5K
A/N: whether I write a second part or not, totally depends on the feedback i get from you guys! Honestly, speaking, I love writing this Taehyung đ
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The city lights blurred as the sleek black car glided through the quiet streets, the muted hum of the engine filling the silence. Taehyung sat beside you, his posture as perfect as ever, his hand resting on his lap, while his eyes were fixed on the road ahead.
You, on the other hand, sat quietly, your gaze turned toward the window. Outside, the world felt far away, the night serene. The aftermath of the glamorous gala still hung between the two of you like a thin veilâhis perfect charm, the effortless way he commanded attention, and the countless eyes that had been on you two.
But now, in the stillness of the car, the reality felt heavier. You watched as the streets passed by, your mind swimming with unspoken thoughts.
As the car approached a stoplight, your eyes landed on a small family on the sidewalk. A couple was standing outside a little bakery, bundled up against the night chill, laughing as their young daughter twirled in circles between them. The mother crouched down to fix the girlâs scarf, and the father pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his daughterâs head. Their laughter was faint, but it reached you through the glass like a distant melody.
You smiled faintly, almost longingly, watching the family as the car waited at the light. Your chest tightened, a soft ache blooming where warmth should have been. You glanced at the father again, the way his eyes crinkled with affection, and you wondered what it feels like to feel like that.
The light turned green, and the car moved on, leaving the happy scene behind. But your thoughts lingered there, on that simple moment of joy you had witnessed from afar.
Without turning your head, you spoke, your voice soft, barely louder than a whisper. âDid you enjoy yourself at the gala?â
Taehyung blinked, turning slightly to look at you. âI did. Did you?â
You kept your eyes on the window, watching the city pass by. âI did.â
That marked the end of the words being exchanged between the two of you.
The car slowed as the two of you approached your house, the headlights casting soft shadows on the driveway. The silence remained, heavy and unsettling.
As the car pulled to a stop, Taehyung glanced at you briefly before stepping out of the car.
You watched him through the window as he walked around the front of the vehicle, his movements graceful and precise. His polished shoes clicked softly against the pavement, his suit perfectly in place even after hours of mingling and formalities. The faint light of the porch illuminated his figure as he approached your side of the car, and in a practiced, gentlemanly motion, he opened your door.
You hesitated for a second, your eyes on him as he stood there, holding the door open, his gaze soft but unreadable.
âThank you,â you murmured, slipping your hand into his as you stepped out of the car. The warmth of his palm was a contrast to the cool night air, and for a brief moment, your fingers lingered together, an unspoken exchange passing between them.
Taehyung smiled faintly, that same polite, careful smile you have seen countless times.
As you stepped onto the driveway, he gently closed the car door behind you, his hand still resting lightly on your back as you walked toward the house. The night was quiet, the distant hum of the city fading away as you entered the familiar solitude of the house.
For a moment, you glanced up at him, your heart tightening at the way he moved with such control, such grace, even now. There isnât even a single strand of his hair that is out of place.
As the two of you approach your shared bedroom, Taehyung speaks up, âI have some files I need to go through.â
âYouâll be in your office?â
âDonât stay up for me. Sleep tight,â he gives your waist a small squeeze and with a small smile of confirmation, lets you go.
âGood night,â you say, with an exhale and head inside the bedroom.Â
By now, you should be used to this. At least, that is what you tell yourself. Why then, do you still feel this sensation of disappointment lingering in your chest?
Kim Taehyung is handsome. The kind of handsome that makes you think heâs unreal. The kind of handsome, that can turn someone into a sixteen year old girl with a crush. The kind of handsome that makes you think heâs a painting.
Kim Taehyung is polite. The kind of polite that makes the grandmas at the country club wish they had a grandson like him. Heâs the kind of polite that makes him the favorite uncle among all his niece and nephews.
Kim Taehyung is also charming. Very very much so. The kind of charming that will draw all and any attention in the room, the moment he walks in.
But that is all that you know about Kim Taehyung, your husband.
When you first learnt that your marriage has been fixed with none other than the CEO of Divine Diamonds and the only heir of the Kim family, you expected the worst.
What else were you to think upon learning that you were to marry a man who has always had everything they needed right under their fingertips? Someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth?
His flawless reputation and clean history, only added to your suspicion. A clear and perfect image is a clear indication of the power and control you have to clean up traces of all your sins.Â
You expected a man whoâs all charming and sweet in front of the cameras but an arrogant, cold and cruel man, behind closed doors. That, or a man-child.
However, you were surprised on the very first night of the wedding when you realized he was still as polite, kind and gentleman like, even though there was no one watching.
You remember thinking there must be something. That sooner or later the other shoe would drop. That sooner or later youâd realize this is all a façade and your initial assumptions about Kim Taehyung were indeed right.
The first month after your marriage you tip toed around him like a scared cat. Maintaining distance and not speaking more than two words, unless necessary.
After the first month though, you started letting your guard down. You thought maybe you were being too harsh on him and maybe you should give him a chance to be the person he actually is instead of trying to view him through the negative nancy lenses you had on.
Somewhere, with that thought was also the hope of having a happy marriage life.
However, as soon as you started to open up, the other shoe dropped.
Kim Taehyung was rich, handsome, polite, kind, charming and a perfect gentleman. However, his flawlessness soon became an issue, to you.
How can a person be perfect and flawless? No human on this planet is so perfect that they start feeling unreal.
How can a person be always so cheerful, kind and smiling? You have never seen any real emotion in him that would make you feel like despite the abundance of wealth and good looks, Kim Taehyung is a human like the rest of us.
You have never seen him frown, being annoyed, sad or angry. You havenât even seen him laugh or being excited, ever. Nothing that feels real.
And six months of marriage is a long time, to go without observing any of these on your partner.
In the six month, that you have been married to him, you both have never shared a single real conversation.
Yesterdayâs three sentence conversation would serve as a pretty good example and summation of all the conversations you have shared with Taehyung so far.
âDid you enjoy yourself at the gala?â
âI did. Did you?â                                                     Â
âI did.â
The only major difference being, in the past, you had always tried to continue the conversation and deepen them. However, as days passed by, you have slowly started to give up.
You have come to accept the fact that maybe this is how your marriage will be. You will be one of those many people that gets to know Kim Taehyung for the perfect man he is and not as the real Taehyung with all his flaws and humanness, as his wife.
After five whole months of trying constantly but failing, youâve started to make peace with the fact that you will always be on the other side of the glass, watching him but never truly reaching him.Â
Like the pristine glass walls in your home, separating the inside from the outside, thereâs an invisible barrier between you and him. You can see Taehyung, admire him even, but the connection you crave remains out of reach. Just like the glass, no matter how close you get, youâll always remain on the outsideânever able to step through and touch the real him.Â
You have come to realise, with a quiet resignation, that you may always be a guest in his life, kept at armâs length, while the real him stays locked away.
As you cascade down the stairs, you spot Taehyung sitting on the breakfast table with his breakfast untouched. The moment you make your presence known, he looks up and greets you, âGood morning. I was waiting for you.â
âYou didnât have to,â you mumble as you take a seat.
âWould you like to have the cereals first, or the pancakes?â He queries.
âIâll just have the cereal,â you say and your hands reach for the cereal box but Taehyung beats you to it.
âIâll do it for you.â
âI can do it,â you interject.
âNever said you couldnât,â Taehyung smiles.
Anyone else would probably fawn at how caring of a husband Taehyung is. But all you feel is like a guest, he is doing formality with.
You donât object however, knowing that despite what you might have to say, Taehyung will insist.
Much like any other day, you expect the entirety of the breakfast to be spent in silence. However, Taehyung speaks up, after a few more minutes of scrolling through his phone.
âYour father has invited us to dinner this Sunday.â
All your movements come to a halt and a weird feeling takes over your body. âDid he?â
âYes,â he nods, âDo you want to go?â
âUh, I donât mind,â you mumble, your eyes fixed on the cereal as it gradually turns soggy.
âThen Iâll just let him know that we will be coming.â
âSure.â
You nod, barely paying attention as the cold marble beneath your feet makes you shiver slightly, reminding you just how empty and vast the house feels.
You have come to this understanding that people in general have this idea that the rich and wealthy are these bad, evil people who would do anything to continue to be in power. But in your experience, nothing beats ambitious people who would do anything, to be like the rich and wealthy.
The thought of what they could have is mighty dangerous. The greed of power, money and control can make a person let go of all their morals and conscience.
Rich people might be arrogant and egoistic, but their ego often makes it easy for them to be manipulated. You adhere to their ego and you can make them do almost anything.
A man with greed and hunger, however has nothing they care for, except for that which they have their eyes on. That is what makes them powerful in a dangerous way.
âWe heard you were fond of Indian cuisine,â your mother speaks as she serves some more of the pulao she has specially made for Taehyung. By âmadeâ you mean she hired a chef for a day.
âItâs wonderful,â Taehyung began, âAlthough, you didnât have to go through all that trouble.â
âNonsense,â your father dismisses Taehyungâs words. âYouâre like our son. Itâs never a trouble.â
âPlus, I know our daughter canât really cook,â your mother gives you a fleeting glance, her smile soft but her gaze condescending. âYou probably donât get to enjoy food made by your wife.â
You refuse to look up from your plate and start mixing the pulao with the curry, hastily.
âItâs sad you know,â your father chimes in, his voice coated with regret. âWe tried to make her understand that no matter who she gets married to, she should not be a burden. But all she was focused on, was her computer science course.â
âItâs unfortunate really,â your mother sighs. âAnd people think that we have failed as parents.â
âShe was doing a course in computer science?â Taehyung asks, sounding curious. âI have never heard about it before.â
Oh no, not the computer course that was a âtotal waste of moneyâ. The âwastedâ money was yours, but wasted nevertheless.
âUh yeah, she had this passion for computers and did bachelors in computer science,â your mother speaks vainly, as if unable to understand why would you ever think that to be a good idea.
âComputer science degrees are highly in demand now,â Taehyung comments. âWhy did you not take up a job?â
You feel startled when you realize that Taehyung is speaking to you. However, youâre saved from answering and being a part of the conversation for your mother answers the question.
âShe didnât manage to get a job.â
Sure, thatâs what happened, mother.
âReally?â Taehyung sounds surprised. âBut I thought she got offer letters from two major MNCs.â
Your eyes snap up to look up at him. How does he know?
Your motherâs smile wavers slightly, but she quickly recovers, offering a dismissive chuckle. "Oh, well, those offers didnât work out. You know how it is, the competition is tough. Some people just... arenât cut out for certain roles."
Taehyungâs eyes flicker in your direction, the corners of his lips curling into a calm smile. "Interesting," he murmured, his tone light and thoughtful. "I wasnât aware that receiving offers from two major multinational corporations meant someone wasnât cut out for success."
The room grew quieter, the weight of Taehyungâs words hanging in the air.
Your father clears his throat. âItâs a good thing that the jobs didnât work out. If she was working, who would take care of you?â
Taehyungâs smile remained, but there was something cold lurking behind his gentle expression.Â
âIâm glad to hear that,â he said, his voice still warm, even as the temperature in the room seemed to drop. âBecause, you see, if anyone were to ever imply her as a burdenâŚâ His smile widened, though the look in his eyes was anything but friendly. ââŚI might feel⌠obliged to repay the favour in ways that others find unpleasant.â
Your parents exchanged glances, a thin layer of unease settling over their previously confident demeanour.
âOh, we didnât mean it that way, Taehyung. Of course, sheâs not a burdenâsheâs our daughter,â your mother says quickly, her voice higher-pitched than usual. âWe only want whatâs best for her.â
Taehyung tilts his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on your parents. The smile never leaves his face, but itâs cold nowâcalculated. âI understand. After all, we wouldnât want any misunderstandings.â His gaze flicks to you for a brief second, and that dangerous gleam lingers. âEspecially when it comes to family.â
For the first time, you feel like you are seeing himânot the perfectly polite husband or the charming CEOâbut a man with layers far more complex and unsettling than youâd imagined. It isnât anger in his eyes; itâs control. A silent reminder that, in this room, he holds all the power.
The silence that follows is suffocating, and you can feel the tension crackling like electricity in the air. You glance down at your plate, your pulse quickening. Taehyungâs charm had always been disarming, but now, it feels like a weapon he wields with deadly precision.
Your father coughs lightly, breaking the oppressive quiet. âOf course, Taehyung, we didnât mean any offence. You know how we can be sometimes, just trying to look out for her.â His laugh is forced, and you can tell heâs trying to regain control of the conversation.
Taehyung leans back in his chair, his expression softening ever so slightly. âIâm sure you are,â he says, his tone once again light, almost playful. But that undercurrent of danger remains, simmering just beneath the surface. âIâm only concerned for my wifeâs well-being. After all, sheâs the most important person to me now.â
The room seems to exhale as Taehyungâs words hang in the air. Your mother smiles shakily, and your father nods, but you can tell they are both on edge, uncertain of what had just happened.
You, however, canât shake the feeling that something has shifted between you and Taehyung. For the first time, you see the real himânot the perfect husband, but the man behind the mask. And that man is far more dangerous than you ever realised. You feel like you are standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure whether to step forward or retreat.
In that moment, Taehyung turns his gaze back to you, the smile still lingering on his lips, but his eyes hold yours with a quiet intensity. For a brief second, you think you see a flash of somethingâsomething raw, something real. But itâs gone just as quickly, replaced by the calm, polite man youâve always known.
âShall we?â he asks, gesturing to your plate. âI wouldnât want your meal to go cold.â
You nod, unable to find your voice, as the tension slowly begins to ease. But even as the conversation shifts back to trivial matters, you canât shake the image of Taehyungâs eyesâdark, calculating, and for the first time, real.
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BTS FIC RECS
a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs â
KIM SEOKJIN
TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut
After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until heâs thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team heâd always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him â you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?
WITH YOU - @yoonpobs
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent
marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
UNTITLED - @eoieopda
drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent
"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 𼚠it's freaking cuteeee omg jade đđ *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 𼚠thank you â¤ď¸â¤ď¸"
LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers
long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my favesđ*
MIN YOONGI
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers
long term couple masterlist
NO MORE - @gyukult
series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship
yoongi doesnât like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who canât come to terms with the consequences of when he says âno more.â
VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw
series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship
Youâve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and heâs never once retaliated for anything youâve done to him. One day you realise youâve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.
CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie
oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au
Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.
BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au
welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?
THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic
oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au
the proposal doesnât go as planned
BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs
series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers
sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?
VEGAS BABY - @chimivx
series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au
A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }
JUNG HOSEOK
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries
series, fluff, angst, smau, parent
Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesnât include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?
AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim
oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au
Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...
KIM NAMJOON
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
UNTITLED - @/eoieopda
drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au
dad!joon
ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon
drabble, angst, est relationship
Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.
ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess
oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship
you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.
PARK JIMIN
ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey
oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au
When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know thatâs your rock bottom. How many Iâm sorryâs will you handle? How many times are too many times?
MASK ON - @herherteartear
series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au
blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
KIM TAEHYUNG
MINI ME - @bts-reveries
series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au
Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?
WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk
oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers
"Heâs been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, heâd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channelâ even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."
ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school
All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope
oneshot, angst, idol au
"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"
JEON JUNGKOOK
UNTITLED - @onlyswan
oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au
in which you make jungkookâs world spin and you tend to⌠make him a little too dizzy.
ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au
You donât want to brag but you have the worldâs greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. Thereâs even a little note, â Have a good day at work, Baby! <3â. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.
17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates
oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au
one second, youâre sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? youâre a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out whatâs the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.
HOME - @bonny-kookoo
oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au
Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didnât quite have the rights to the words heâd put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
want recs for other groups? check out my navigation â here!
#fic listsđ#bts fanfic#bts fic rec#bts fluff#bts angst#bts smut#bts smau#bts friends to lovers#bts strangers to lovers#bts dad au#bts idol au#bts established relationship au#bts parent au#bts arranged marriage au#bts doctor au#jin fic recs#yoongi fic recs#jhope fic recs#jimin fic recs#taehyung fic recs#jungkook fic recs
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m.list ; Reading list.
Updated. Jan 22, 2024.
Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.
(everything is organized by alphabetical order)
âŹđđ đđđđđ.
angst .
fluff .
smut .
âŹđđ đđâđ.
artist au .
arranged marriage au .
assassin au .
baker au .
bartender au .
BDSM au .
best friendâs brother au .
best friends to lovers au .
best friendâs sister au .
boyfriend au .
camboy au .
camgirl au .
camp counselor au .
CEO au .
chef au .
childhood friends to lovers au .
club au .
college au .
coworker au .
crime au .
dad au .
doctor au .
dancer au .
detective au .
divorce au .
enemies to lovers au .
established relationship au .
exes to lovers au .
fantasy au .
farm au .
father au .
friends to benefits au .
friends to lovers au .
fuckboy au .
fuckgirl au .
forbidden au .
gamer au .
god au .
hitman au .
horror au .
husband au .
hybrid au .
idiots to lovers au .
idol au .
king au .
lawyer au .
mafia au .
magic au .
medical au .
musician au .
neighbours au .
noona au .
one night stand au .
photographer au .
pirates au .
professor au .
prince au .
rich au .
road trip au .
roommate au .
royalty au .
second chance au .
secret relationship au .
sex worker au .
single parent au .
social media au .
songwriter au .
soulmate au .
spy au .
superhero au .
supernatural au .
tattoo artist au .
teacher au .
unrequited love au .
vampire au .
werewolf au .
wife au .
âŹđđ đđđđđđđ.
kim namjoon .
kim seokjin .
min yoongi .
jung hoseok .
park jimin .
kim taehyung .
jeon jungkook .
ot7 .
âŹđđ đđđđ.
drama .
hurt/comfort .
magic .
mutual pining .
mystery .
romance .
slow burn .
thriller .
age play .
crack .
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#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#angst#fluff#smut#ceo au#soulmate au#best friends to lovers au#friends to lovers au#arranged marriage au#mafia au#spy au#detective au#adorable boy#charming boy#best boy#honey boy#sunflower boy#handsome boy#dimpled boy#extraordinary boy#ethereal boy#enemies to lovers au#exes to lovers au
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Power to the King teaser
summary: in the capital city of a small Nordic kingdom in the 10th century the king is slowly descending into madness. His wife recently died and he remarries. His sons Yoongi and Jungkook desperately try to keep his destructive tendencies in control while dealing with their own destructive romances.
featuring: crown prince Yoongi, second born prince Jungkook, royal guards Hoseok and Namjoon, druids Taehyung and Seokjin and farmer boy Jimin.
this series will be 7 parts divided into chapters. One part for each member. We'll follow them into their journey of meeting the love of their lives in a 10th century viking settlement. beneath you'll find the trope of each story
Jungkook: Prince x chambermaid (forbidden romance)
Taehyung: Druid x forest nymph (friends to lovers)
Jimin: farmer boy x princess (forbidden romance)
Namjoon: royal guard x barmaid (no idea what trope this is except for king being a destructive dick)
Hoseok: royals guard x druid's apprentice (promised to another)
Yoongi: Crown prince x noble girl (forced marriage/enemies to lovers)
Seokjin: Druid x king's wife (forbidden love, my personal favourite)
disclaimers: angst, smut but only implied never explicitly described, historical inaccuracies (i'm not an expert and i don't have time to do excessive research), lot's of dramatic typical period drama stuff, people getting wounded, war, yearning etc
coming somewhere in february probably cuz i got exams now
#bts#jimin#jungkook#namjoon#taehyung#yoongi#jin#hoseok#bts headcanons#bts fanfiction#historical au#bts historical au#bts fantasy au#fantasy au#bangtan#forbidden love#forced marriage#arranged marriage#enemies to lovers#ff#friends to lovers
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Troubled Paradise
Part 1
Yoongix reader one shot
Summary: yoongi wanted to just have a conversation with his fiance, he never thought it would turn out in such ways.
Genre: arranged marriage au, strangers to fiance??, crack?? Angst if you squint your eyes. Ceo yoongi, spoiled brat reader, Richie rich vibes.
Warning: Nothing just Abundance of maknae line being the crack ass bestie trio, jimin slays yoongi glares.
Word count: 5k
Side note: I might make a part two to this because I honestly can't stop thinking about this.
Part 2 part 3
Yoongi has always lived his life trying to be better, he made decisions that would be of importance in the future, his coping mechanism was to run away from problems that concerned feelings and Bury himself neck deep in work so that he wouldn't have to face emotions.
He lost the attachment one has with their family when he choose to give his dreams a try, his family didn't talk to him until the fruits of his hardworking started to ripe and that's how he learned that he was alone to fend for himself.
However he would never let down his family ever again, he loved them far too much to ever to be the reason of their sadness again that's how he found himself sitting in the oddly minimalistic touch cafe slash bakery nursing an ice Americano while his fingers drummed a familiar beat against the wooden table.
The smell of coffee mixed with vanilla essence fresh in the air, yoongi has always opinionated that a person's workplace reflects there persona and he found it true.
In his opnion you were just like your cute little cafe, you were just like the coffee energizing and fresh, sweet like the vanilla scent that lingered in the air, he could feel the joyful energy that bounced inside the four walls of your cafe, the very cafe he after some research learned you begged your father to let you run.
He knew your father, he was far too prestigious of a proper hotelier and buisness tycoon to let his daughter do something so small and trivial but to say that yoongi had heard enough to know that you were a renounced troublemaker, atleast you were staying out of your father's hair because of this cafe.
A part of him sympathised with you but a bigger part of him knew enough to not say it out loud, you were the only daughter of a man who owned more than enough your mother had her own fame, afterall being a runway model had it's peaks not forgetting the acting career she confined herself in.
Everyone knew you as a rich spoiled brat, not the kind that went partying every other day or slept around or did something that would bring direct trouble, you had a unique way of causing trouble.
You were so infamous for being blunty and carelessly sharp tounge, never thinking much about how your skinship love language in friendship could lead to scandal or the way you never payed much respect to people just because they had money.
You were trouble, any man who wanted to keep his status unstained would stay away from you because you weren't just a breathe of fresh but a storm thinly disguised, and yet here yoongi was.
A sigh escaped his lips realising that soon you won't be just a trouble maker he often heard about at party but you would be his trouble pack, why did he agreed to this again?
Yeah ..right..something to do with family and shit..his father wanted him to marry you cause why not, you were in all honestly a princess and it's not like yoongi needed that he had far more than you, he build everything from scratch he wasn't fed with a silver spoon but he made sure he can have a platinum spoon.
After all owning the world recognised music company along side the entertainment one and also the namely fashion brands under his name, wait was he missing something, did he talk about being in the cooperate buisness too?, Well he had enough.
But he was a humble man, he didn't like being controlled by fame, he was a down to earth person he never forgot the time he had nothing and it's what makes him the Min Yoongi.
Yoongi is known as the man for few words, he rather let his intimidating gaze and controlled aura unnerve his target. That was exactly what he was going to do with you, he was going to scare you away or show you just how disinterested he was so that you would yourself reject marrying him.
He obviously wasn't here a week and two days before your both supposedly engagement just because he found you interesting, why would he do that?, you were everything he didn't like, you were too loud, he was too quite, you were too dramatic he was a man who didn't liked drama, you were suspiciously way naive and he was a man who knew the horrors of the world, you were too much of a clumsy idiot he was someone who liked perfection, you were too full of energy he was someone who hated overly energetic people, he had seen a decade more of life than you and you still walked around with your head held so high like you knew every mystery the world had to reveal.
He hated that. He was going to make sure you knew how he felt about this.
However he wanted to let his curiosity be sufficed first, he needed to know why would someone like you agree to marry someone like him, it didn't make sense, you didn't make sense.
You had better chances at finding the fairytale bullshit, you were made for it, you could probably make anyone fall for you. All you had to do was shoot them a smile like you just did to the guy standing beside you just now.
What was his name again?..taehyung right..one of the famous Kim brothers, how much more obvious was he trying to be by working in this cafe of yours, and how much more oblivious were you trying to be by keeping this cafe running with just those three idiot friend of yours as the working staff alongside you.
Yoongi couldn't keep his gaze from lingering on the duo who were brewing coffee together joined together at their hips exchanging mischievous glances, and you still were ready to marry him instead of one of the three idiots who were infamous as the trouble maker trio you were best friends with.
"So how much longer are you gonna keep this busy act going?" Taehyung whispered to you shooting you a small smirk meanwhile you were trying your best to compress some coffee powder, you just rolled your eyes eyeing your best friend who had a clear face of irritation no matter how hard he was trying to hide it with a nonchalant smile.
"You gotta make a man wait first to see if he can do that for the next 40 years of his life." You sang back to your friend who just scoffed at your words taking the compresser from you and helping you with the coffee machine, let's just say you were a little out of practice, "it is better to marry a brick wall than to marry him. Atleast you can use a wall to headbutt yourself when you feel frustrated. " Taehyung's advises were always this way, you sometimes doubted he used sarcasm just to make you annoyed or laugh of loud, you slapped his shoulder playfully shaking your head at your friend's words.
"Oh my god Tae what exactly did he do that you would do him so dirty?" You questioned jokingly while you made quick work of collecting the hot espresso, the cafe wasn't bustling with much life at this time, you knew taehyung could manage the crowd alone but you wanted to help or rather your inner trouble maker brat wanted to make yoongi pissed.
"I am stating the obvious jelly beans, have you not heard about him, he barely talks and when he does it's always buisness, he just goes around giving those creepy ass glares like he wakes up everyday to find his fridge lacking his favourite juice." Taehyung scrunched his nose in a exaggeration to his statement making you bite down on your bottom lip to hold back a grin, he was funny but you weren't going to give him that.
"I am still gonna Marry him unless he is the one backing away." You announced adding the last part just to make taehyung understand what you actually meant, he smiled evily catching the meaning behind your words the replica of which was on your face.
"I bet my limited edition air jordan sneakers that you will end up with him." Jimin's voice chimed in from beside you, he was standing there leaning against the small counter next to the cash counter you weren't even spooked to find him coming out of thin air, let's just say jimin had his ways of sneaking up on people and a whole 5 years of friendship and being the spoiled brat trouble maker squad did come with it's perks.
You rolled your eyes throwing a nearby tablecloth at his face in answer, "how cheap of you bestie." You accused trying to fake annoyance while the corner of yours lips tried to pull up in smile, jimin just smiled shrugging innocently he had his ways, he knew how to play people into believing him with this all so innocent act but you knew him better to know how not so innocent he was.
"Come on trouble in paradise you know you can't hide it that you secretly like him." Jimin sounded so confident it made you snort and look at him as if he had just told you that the when the sun set it was supposed to be morning, yoongi was interesting and you wouldn't deny that you felt intrigued by him but it wasn't enough to make you think that you liked him.
"Don't be mean to her jimin." Tae scolded encircling one of his arms around your shoulder and pulling you in a side hug while you pouted glaring at jimin who just smirked like he knew a big secret of your's, you stick your tongue out at him which made him roll his eyes while he snickered.
"Trust me my troubled paradise I can see it, he isn't backing down not until you use our advice." Jimin opinionated as he walked closer to you and Tae, his voice lowering down an octave like he could sense the prying ears of whoever was trying to be let in on your conversation.
God you wished jungkook was around, he always knew how to get jimin off your back because a interested jimin was a risky one, "no mochi we talked about this, I am not gonna use either of my three lovelies in this whole game, we never knew whose ears this plan might reach and next thing we will know it will be one of you guys instead of him." You reasoned wagging a finger in jimin's direction while narrowing your eyes into thin slits.
Jimin just shrugged pouting innocently in an agreement, "atleast you won't be talking to a brick wall or missing out on mind blowing sex." Taehyung remarked from beside you making you turn to him with a no joke glare but he knew you better than that, he just gave you one of his famous boxy smile which always saved him from your wrath.
"I agree with taetae on the first part but yoongi is sexy I bet he fucks hard." Jimin's nobochalant comment snapped both your and taehyung's attention to him, your head turned in his directing with such speed that you for a minute doubted you would get whiplash, your eyes suspiciously eyed jimin, analysing him and the authenticity of his statement, jimin looking overwhelmed with both of your glares taking a step back while he raised his hand up in surrender.
"What?, Why are you guys giving me that look?, don't tell me you guys can't sense his energy, that guy literally oozes big dick energy." Jimin pointed out in a matter of factly tone, his face so serious that you were left doubting that you had seen him like this last time you asked him to choose your makeover style.
You sighed face palming at Jimin's words, the world had so many people to offer and yet you had to go around and befriend the rarest of idiots.
"Admit it jimin you are gay." Taehyung sneered in a joking manner and was met with an even more dramatic gasp of Jimin's who looked back at him with murderous eyes, you just chuckled looking at them, you loved these idiots they were all you had in the name of friends.
"Sweets." Jungkook's enchanting voice sounded turned all of your attention towards him who stood on the other side of the counter leaning against the cake displaying glass while he flashed you guys one of his adorable bunny smiles, "I think you should meet him, another cup of ice americano and I swear my bladders would burst instead of his." Jungkook sounded so sincerely scared of the possibility that you couldn't help the giggle that sounded from you, you could hear both Tae and jimin snicker beside you.
"That man runs of Americano instead of blood." Jungkook commented when you walked away from the 95's duo and to the other side of the counter flashing your friends a thumbs up when you heard them shouting out a good luck.
You were glad you walked to yoongi on time, he just seemed to have finished the last of his remaining coffee as he settled the plastic cup down before his eyes turned to meet yours, totally nonchalant as if he wasn't glaring at the back of yours friends just a moment earlier or he wasn't watching you interact with the duo.
"Sorry for making you wait the coffee machine was trying to act like it's owner." Your cheerfully joking voice was met with a curt nod of acknowledgement nothing more nothing less, you realised that was all you were going to get from the brick wall of a man who sit before you so not wasting much effort on it you slipped on the opposite side of the booth to take your seat.
You flashed him a big regular boyish smile of yours which was met with a rather small smile which you couldn't even categorize as a smile but remember it was coming yoongi, this had to be a smile, "so what brings you to my little escapade?" You jumped right In not bothering to make poliet conversations, yoongi was a bit taken aback but not entirely fazed, he had to remind himself that this was you, the girl he had heard plenty things about to know that you weren't the type to do tiptoeing before jumping right in.
He shrugged biting his inner bottom lip in thoughts while he gawked at you with a rather emotionless expression, if you were going to be so straight forward it only made sense that he returned the favor.
"Why did you agree to this marriage ?" He blurted out barely able to hide the curiosity from lacing his voice, you looked at him for a moment analysing him and his question before you placed your elbow on the table and supported your head on your hand, your chin placed in your palm while you bite your lower lip giving his question a thought.
"Because my father asked me to." You answered emotionlessly keeping your voice bored not letting any other emotion lace your tone, he doesn't needs to know that's what you tell yourself, yoongi scoffs at your words before folding his arms against his chest your eyes running to his vieny hands a smirk playing on your lips while you shamelessly ogled him, who clearly was oblivious of your stare as he was looking out the window.
"That sounds too disciplined for someone with the reputation of a trouble maker." He knows his comments are straight out rude but yoongi wasn't known for being the soft talker and he didn't wanted you to have any other impression about him beside what was common public opnion. He expected you to call him out on it or atleast give back a snarky remark but all he got in response was a thoughtful hum before the melodic sound of your giggles filled the air surrounding your both.
Yoongi looked back at you slightly in disbelief and slightly in irritation, you were confusing him he didn't like being confused, he didn't like you, "let's just say I want to be the good daughter for once." Your tone was light sarcasm dripping thick in your words anyone would think you meant it but the glimpse of that crushed emotion which yoongi saw flickering for milliseconds were enough.
He knew what that meant, he knew that feeling far well, a tightness formed in his chest just at the thought of you feeling incompetent a part of his wanting to reach out to your very soul and shower you with endless praises so your eyes would never again show that emotion.
Crap..this was getting all way wrong, he shouldn't be feeling this, "so you wanna waste a lifetime just to play the good daughter game?" Yoongi's words were replicating your sarcasm an perfectly shaped eyebrow of his lifting up while his face held the look of amusement, you grinned back shrugging at his question.
"Doesn't seems like a waste to me, beside it's not like I have anyone in mind for whom I might deny this." You straight out declared not missing the way yoongi looked like you were telling him some insanely unbelievable lie, "you could have someone better suited to be your partner." He quipped keeping his dark and definite gaze fixed on you who just snickered at his statement, he was trying to infiltrate you but you were weird, you were a open book but still it felt like every page had a hidden meaning.
"You have quite some options open." He added when he saw you brushing his comment like it was just supposed to be a joke, your eyebrows furrowed upon his statement your nose scrunching slightly as you gave his words a thought totally missing the way he bit his inner cheek to stop a smile, you were adorable yoongi would give you that, you have the innocence aura even though he knows you are far from innocent.
"And who would that be?" You questioned back after a moment of silence not able to understand his indication even in the slightest, yoongi just tipped his chin behind you his eyes jumping to the place he is pointing at and then back to you.
You understood what he was implicating but you still looked back to find your personal trouble maker trio jumping around, jimin smiling at the customers as he did quick work of the cash counter, taehyung rolling up his white shirt to work on beverage orders Jungkook going around handing out the designated order, a usual happy jump visible in his walk.
You smiled looking at your friends before you turned back to face yoongi who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question, a chuckle escaped your lips while you shook your head, "as much as I love them, they can't handle my energy." You declared before shooting a wink at the man opposite to you who went extremely still for a moment eyes widening, his mind trying to comprehend that there was no under lying meaning to your words.
"They are just as energetic as me, we both will be causing constant trouble without having any mature mindset, I need someone who can do the boring buisness talks so that I can be the free bird." You were sure your way of explaining things wasn't exactly the best but it is what it is, you can be blunt but atleast you aren't trying to lie about anything, yoongi was a bit taken aback by how indepth you thought about things, he thought you would be a mindless brat who just goes for vibes that are same as her, he didn't knew you would understand the dynamics of having a stable relationship.
Yoongi couldn't take his eyes of you, he couldn't stop looking at your face to make sure that you were really saying this and not lying, "I still Don't understand why you would choose to marry me, you could find someone accurate for your description." He worded out his concern his brows furrowing slightly while you just beamed back at him, if your giggles were melodic low jazz songs then your laugh was surely fairy music yoongi couldn't fight back the smile.
Shit he wasn't doing a great job, what was he here for again?
"I could ask you the same." You pointed out pointing a finger in his direction while your lips pulled up in a teasing smile eyebrows raised, he shrugged feeling a little uneasy at feeling your whole attention on him, "father." That's all he said as if that would be enough of a reason and it was because he knew you would understand.
However he didn't expect the cheeky grin you gave him or how you leaned in forward placing your elbows on the table and placing your chin in your hand, "that sounds too disciplined for someone with the reputation of unbendable brick wall." You mimicked his tone from moments earlier not hiding the amused grin nor stopping to think twice before winking at him.
Did he just blushed??
You couldn't help but be in awe by the way his face turned a little pink not exactly visible until you looked hard, his eyes strayed away from you while you saw how his throat worked his Adam apple bobbing while he swallowed, you couldn't keep your eyes under check they were busy checking your soon to be fiance.
The sounds of someone clearing their throat followed by the silhouette of jimin made you both turn to face your friend who just flashed one of his innocent blinding smile, his hand holding a tray containing two strawberry milkshake and his other hand had a tray balancing two pastries on it.
"You said you wanted something to eat earlier." Jimin stated keeping his innocent smile plastered on his face although you didn't miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, your lips tugging upwards in a smirk completely unaware of how closely yoongi was watching the interaction, something in him burning and cooling at the same time.
He could see it, your connection with them was warm and fuzzy it had the warmth of a mug of hot chocolate on a wintery night, he wanted that, he never felt like this before, he never wanted anything to do with anyone not until he could see just how good it was to have someone who you can Communicate with through telepathy.
" beside We couldn't let your future one leave without tasting your special pastries." Jimin's voice was the regular cheery one, he winked at yoongi who just kept looking at him with a blank glance, you helped jimin carefully set the plates and the glasses down before turning your attention back to yoongi.
Yoongi was busy admiring the pastries laid out infront of him, everything related to you was too soft and too sweet shouldn't it be all fake?, but why wasn't it fake even in the slightest?, why were you not like other people who were considered brats?
"So is the decision made?" Jimin butted in sliding to take his seat beside you while you huffed poking his sides to make him leave, he didn't even flinched before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, yoongi being silent while he observed the exchange happening between you both, his gaze turning even more dark at the fact that there was no space between you and jimin.
You glared at jimin talking with your eyes to tell him to fuck off but he just flashed you One of his famous duality smile which you knew quite too well, "just so you know I really want our little troubled paradise to marry you..it will be fun." Jimin's attention was turned to yoongi who just went forward to grab the drink infront of him anything than to have to talk to this Park, he knows how famous jimin is for being the information gainer.
"Okay baby mochi that would be enough you need to go help Tae Tae, you know he hates coffee." You tried to push jimin off the seat, he just turned to you and gave you his puppy eyes and that damn pout had it been anyone else they would have gave in to his request but you weren't anyone you were his best friend for years.
"I get that you Don't want me around anymore, why would you when you are getting such a sexy hot husband but damn it hurts." Jimin grasped at his chest giving out his best at acting hurt by your words, his lips still perked up in a pout while his eyes gave you the sad puppy eyes, you rolled your eyes before smacking his chest.
You were too busy bickering to notice how yoongi froze on hearing Jimin's words, he swear his face was about to betray him he could feel the heat rising, you didn't deny Jimin's words either and it was obvious that you thought the same, yoongi had been called many things all his life but he never thought he wanted to hear you call him sexy.
Wait...he what?..what was wrong with him, he needed to get the fuck out of here, you were addicting far too addicting and worst of all you were oblivious of it all, "come on baby mochi stop being dramatic, I am getting a sexy husband doesn't means you get to live a y/n free life." You scolded poking Jimin's arm who just smiled letting his eyes jump to a now really flustered yoongi before moving back to yours.
"Then let me stay." Jimin conditioned grabbing your wrist and giving you his best puppy dog eyes you scoffed turning your eyes into narrow slits, "I won't repeat again baby mochi go now." You commanded turning as much as you could when your friend looked so cute, yoongi could feel a certain burn in him something that wanted to see you use that tone on a serious occasion, he didn't find you anything more than interesting, it is going to be fun.
Jimin sighed letting your hands go and standing up from his seat, he did his best to look like a kicked puppy but you could see the corner of his mouths twitching at the show he put on, you knew inside he was having that smug smirk stating that he did a great job.
But whatever makes him leave was enough for you and once he did you quickly turned your attention back to yoongi who just offered you one of his expressionless face, his blank gaze still had a flash of amusement. "You are quite good at cooking." That was all he had to say after watching the whole show that you and your friend put on, wow you wanted him to take mixed signs from Jimin's action and just say that he didn't want to marry you, wow you get that he is hot and you want to really see if Jimin's prediction earlier was true but a marriage would be quite a big thing wouldn't it?
You needed to do something, "I learned it from mom." You answered back flashing him a genuine smile, you were surprised that he acknowledged your smile and words with a nod of his head and a small straight lipped smile of his, "you still stand by your decision?" You questioned him raising an eyebrow, your heart throbbing a violent pace waiting for his answer, what was it?, did you feel attracted to him?, yes maybe but you would be a fool if you didn't, yoongi was handsome far more handsome than you wanted to give him credit off.
He looked at you with another one of his blank gaze but this time there was humor in it, "I should be the one asking that." He corrects before taking a sip from his drink, you bit the inside of your bottom lip waiting for him to continue, you knew he had more to say.
"You yourself said I am a brick wall." He reminds again giving that look which you are sure he uses to get under people's skin to make them confess things but if thought it would do anything more than making you feel hot and think about endless scenarios where you both would probably be on top of this table, he probably predicted you wrong.
You shrugged pouting a little as you digged into your pastries humming in delight of finally having something to deal with your sweet craving, your lips curled up in a genuine smile eyes closing in bliss, to say you hadn't had time to eat because of how hectic the morning shift was and then yoongi showing up all of a sudden yeah it would still been an understatement.
"Wouldn't we make a perfect couple?, you being you and me being me, it will be fun besides.." you trailed off taking another bite from you pastery as yoongi did the same, you could see he was trying to hold back a smile not wanting to give you the proper amount of praise you deserved for being such a good cook, however knowing that he was probably too distracted by the sweets you went in for the final blow.
If this didn't work, you would gratefully be Mrs. Min.
"Jimin's prediction are always correct.." you informed making the male raise an eyebrow while he put another spoon of food in his mouth, you smiled teasingly face turning from innocent to flirty in an instant, "atleast I will be getting a hot ass husband who gives big dick energy Jimin's words not mine but I bet you have it though." Yoongi's face turned pale his mouth stopping mid chewing before he choked.
What the fuck did he signed up for??
#yoongi fics#yoongi ff#yoongi x reader#bts maknae line#bts arranged marriage au#arranged marriage#yoongi fluff#bts fanfic#bts taehyung#bts army#bts x reader#suga fanfic#min suga#min yoongi#jimin bts#yoongihasblackhairs
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two is better; ch 1
pairing: f!reader x jungkook, f!reader x taehyung
rating: explicit
genre: arranged marriage au, drama, angst, smut, romance, jungkook is bad at feelings (yes, thatâs a genre)
summary: neither of you really wanted to be married to one another, but one maybe wanted it just a smidge more than the other. unable to know where you stand since you donât actually know one another, jungkook takes it upon himself to at least try to make your marriage a bit moreâŚenjoyable for you.
ch word count: 1.4K
ch warning: jungkook does not start on a good foot here. he touches without consentâŚhe might redeem himself later but đŹ
authorâs note: I wrote this story years ago on another platform. It started as an original fiction story, but Iâm converting it to a bts fic. hopefully it converts well 𼴠lemme know what you think! đ
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You stare at the man sitting across the table from you, observing his strong jawline and the smooth planes of his skin, his short brown hair.
His brown eyes are glued to you, observing you in a similar fashion, gaze dipping low across your skin in a way that makes you shiver. His broad shoulders are stiff beneath his gray suit, his clean-shaven jawline tense.
You shift your gaze to the head of the table, where your father sits with his back straight and his gaze forward, toward the older gentleman across from him. You glance his way, admiring the same smooth, albeit slightly more wrinkled skin, of the man across from you, the same brown eyes, the hair that was once black but has since gone silver.
Heâs a fox, but the coldness of his eyes is clear as he eats his dinner with controlled, practiced movements.
âI simply donât see a reason to delay any longer,â the older man states blandly, gaze not wavering from your fatherâs. âThe children are old enough now, wouldnât you say?â
Your fatherâs eyes move to you in a moment of contemplation, the sadness evident to only you when your eyes meet. He nods once and focuses on cutting the steak on his plate. âThey are.â
âI mean, thereâs no reason to prolong the inevitable, is there?â the man continues, chewing softly. His eyes drift over you, pausing at your chest. He takes a considering sip of his wine. âUnless, of course, you want to go back on our deal.â
Your father looks up with a thunderous expression, fork stabbing his steak. âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
The old man smirks, finally tearing his gaze from your breasts long enough to give your father an innocent shrug. âIâm not sure what you mean, Henry. Youâve always been a man of your word.â He shrugs again, sitting up a little straighter and slicing into his own steak. âYou should know that I am as well.â
You hear her father growl, but itâs quiet, and you look up at the man across from you as his foot catches yours under the table. He smirks, the toe of his Italian shoes drifting up your ankle.
âIf Iâd known there was a time limit on our little business endeavorââ
âYouâd what?â the old man laughs humorlessly, setting his fork and knife down with a clatter. âLet your company fall through the cracks and go bankrupt? Lose your entire lifeâs work, your home?â He shakes his head when your father winces. âYouâre a smart man, Henry. You should know that every business agreement has an expiration date. You either pay back every cent of the money you owe â with interest â or stick to our original deal.â
You tear your eyes away from the man still toeing your calf under the table to look at your father, his sad expression nearly breaking your heart.
Your father had put everything into his business, had tried everything he could imagine to make enough money to pay back the money heâd borrowed in full, but as the years went on, the debt continued to grow. Heâd tried to wager with them, to work out a payment plan, but the Jeons wanted all or nothing.
Your father had been foolish to think his old colleague would accept anything less.
âDad...â
Henry shoots you a look and Mr. Jeon scoffs.
âYou allow her to speak at the table during business?â
âPlease forgive her,â your father sighs, apology clear in his eyes before he tears his gaze from you. âSheâs not usually present for such things.â
Mr. Jeon taps his fingernail against his wine glass, lips pursed as he continues to observe you. âShe will need lessons on proper conduct.â He pauses, gaze shifting to the way his son is devouring you with his eyes. For the first time all night, Mr. Jeon looks pleased. âBut she will make my son a fine wife.â
Your father stares at his food, pushing it around his plate in a way that displays his guilt. âI have no doubt she will.â
âOh, donât look so glum, Henry,â Mr. Jeon admonishes. âSheâs getting married, not being stolen away for slave work. She will be taken care of.â
The man across from you smirks into his wine glass, foot hooking behind your knee and jerking you and your chair forward, chair legs screeching across the wooden floor.
Heat settles across your cheeks when you notice youâve drawn all of the menâs attention and you clear your throat, tucking your hair behind your ear and staring down at your food. Your stomach is pressed firmly to the side of the table, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You feel the manâs foot drift higher, the cold leather of his shoe pressing into the warm skin of the inside of your knee.
âThe wedding will be in two weeks,â Mr. Jeon announces suddenly, drawing your attention.
âTwo weââ your father balks. âIsnât that a little soon? The planning aloneââ
âThe plans have been set in stone for years, Henry,â the man states firmly. âIâve given you plenty of time to pay your debt, but I always have a backup plan. Something a successful business man would understand.â
âIââ
âNow, now, Henry, please relax. As I said, your daughter will be taken care of.â
You let out a quiet yelp and jolt in surprise when the toe of the manâs shoe presses between your legs. You meet his teasing gaze and part your legs, grasping your hands around his pant leg and trying to push him off you. The pressure on your core tightens, his eyes turning cold and commanding, and something twists in your stomach.
Your fathersâ conversation continues as if nothing is happening. Youâre not so sure they even notice.
âShe will be sized for a dress and whatever else she needs this week,â Mr. Jeon comments. âShe will also need to quit that grueling job of hers. There wonât be a need for it once the marriage is final.â
âWhat?â you yelp again, this time jolting backwards, nearly pushing your chair over. The man across from you catches the chair with his foot and quickly rights it, finally pulling his foot back to his side of the table. He observes you with a frown.
Your father looks horrified at your outburst and Mr. Jeon looks a cross between furious and amused.
âYou couldnât possibly think weâd let you keep a waitressing job,â Mr. Jeon spits, nose wrinkled in disgust. âOur family has a reputation. You are to stand at my sonâs side and lead this business when the time comes. Until then, you will learn.â
Your eyebrows furrow. âIâm sorry, learn?â
Mr. Jeonâs expression teeters on cruel as he wipes his mouth with a cloth and stands. âYou will learn about the business, how to run it, how to support my son.â He pauses, eyes drilling holes into yours. âAnd you will learn your place in this family.â
You feel angry tears well up in your eyes and turn away from him, ducking your head to stare at your hands in your lap. Your hair falls on either side of your face and you allow it to hide you from them. You donât want to show just how terrified, just how upset, this all makes you.
Youâd reassured your father that it was okay, that you would somehow be okay, but would you? Your waitress job isnât much, doesnât even pay much, but itâs the one thing in your life thatâs yours. Your father has his business, you have your job and that grants you a modicum of independence. Without it, you would just be a wife. A Jeon. Whatever they want you to be.
You feel your chest ache at the thought.
âWe will speak more of this at a later date,â Mr. Jeon dismisses, motioning for his son to stand. âCome, Jungkook, we have business to attend to.â
Jungkook takes one more look at you and follows his father, the sound of their retreating steps loud in the otherwise silent home.
When theyâre gone, you quickly rise to your feet and begin to clear the plates in silence. It isnât until your father puts a hand on your shoulder that the tears start to fall. You turn into his chest. He takes the plates from you, setting them back on the table, and puts his arms around you. You hug one another tightly, with him whispering apologies into your hair and your tears spilling onto his cotton shirt.
No matter how many times he says it, you both know a sorry could never salvage the situation.
Thereâs nothing more to be done.
In two weeks, you will no longer be a Shin.
You will be a Jeon, wife to Jeon Jungkook and daughter-in-law to one of the slimiest businessmen youâve ever met.
Thereâs nothing an apology can do to fix this.
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ch. 2
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Little White Lies by velaritae
taehyung/jungkook
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Arranged Marriage, Alpha/Omega, Omega Jeon Jungkook, Alpha Kim Taehyung, Eventual Smut, Past trauma (shortly mentioned), Happy Ending, Mating Bites, Fluff
29.3k words
rating: E
Tired of his spoiled and bratty omega son, Jeonggukâs father set up an arranged marriage hoping that it will settle him down. However, Jeongguk went livid when he knew about it. He went even more livid when he found out his future husband was none other than the notorious alpha Kim Taewoo that he despised wholeheartedly. Not being able to go against his fatherâs wish, he had to give in. But Jeongguk has a plan up his sleeves. If he can't say no, then he will surely sabotage the marriage. Making Taewooâs life a living hell. Surprisingly enough, Taewoo acted like a different person once they got married, so sweet and caring. Day by day, Jeongguk has to play a tug of war between his heart and mind. Slowly falling for the alpha, his plans to sabotage his marriage became a distant memory. Little did he know that the person he's married to was not Taewoo, but his lookalike, an impostor, Kim Taehyung.
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The angst in this fic đĽ˛â¤ď¸âđĽđ¤đť iâm burning for heejin, little mina is cute. I like where the story is going, especially with namjoonâs interest in her. That particular scene made me cry on the inside. I hope things get better for her. I am so invested in this fic, please give me more, i canâr find the other parts, where are they?
Give ME MORE!!! đ¤đťđŤśđť
çŠăŽĺă ( âthe sadness of thingsâ.)
Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC.Â
ABO Dynamics.Â
Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage.Â
Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues.Â
Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .Â
[ Authorâs Note : çŠăŽĺă ~ Mono no aware can be translated as âthe sadness of thingsâ. It comes from the words çŠ (mono â thing) and ĺă (aware â poignancy or pathos). The âsadnessâ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it wonât stay so beautiful forever â but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]
Chapter 1
âThereâs a dinner this weekend with the MD of Sankim Corp., He wants to discuss investing and his wifeâs going to be there too. So maybe Heejin should come along as well, Jungkook. â Namjoonâs voice was low and soothing, hands gentle as he lightly shook the man hunched over the dining table, fingers trembling as he carefully ate his cereal.Â
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Fool's Gold || Part I
Summary: Sweet Y/N, with her fluffy pastel dresses, soft makeup, and ditzy mannerisms. Sheâs seen as a fool in a world where there is no place for such things, but little do they know, the only fools are them.
Pairing: mafia leader!Jungkook x mafia leader's daughter!reader
Genre: mafia au, arranged marriage au
Word Count: 10k
Warnings: most warnings associated with mafia fics (e.g. violence, blood, etc), additional warnings might be added as the story progresses
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âI heard that sheâs a complete airhead.â
Jungkookâs expensive shoes smacked against the pristine white and gold marble floors as he continued to walk through the lavish hallway, hands disappearing behind his pockets while his steps were slow and confident. Most would think he was choosing to ignore the comment, but his closest friend knew better than to rush a man as calculating as Jungkook.Â
Instead, Taehyung strolled alongside him, taking in the glittering chandeliers looming over their heads and the intricate designs carved into the white walls that were much too traditional for his taste. Jungkook and Taehyung were nowhere near out of place in the sea of extravagance with their custom suits and shiny black dress shoes. Taehyung, the more simple of the two, had his brown hair parted and pushed back to reveal a blemish free forehead while his grey and black suit complimented the grey specks in his brown irises.Â
On the other hand, Jungkookâs black on black outfit adorned two expensive cufflinks and a gold brooch attached to his lapel. Taehyungâs gaze dropped to his black hair, which he noticed had grown in the past month.Â
When Taehyung realised that Jungkook wasnât going to speak, he decided to fill the silence.Â
âLike apparently sheâs huge on wearing pink and frilly stuff -which I guess is just a girl thing- but still, this is a mafia not a tea party.â
He paused, waiting for his comrade to offer his thoughts, but was met with silence once again.Â
âIâve also heard sheâs dumber than a pile of rocks. Barely passed high school and then dropped out of university not even a month in. Her major wasnât even that hard. Commerce, was it?â
Taehyungâs eyebrows furrowed as Jungkook continued to lengthen the silence.Â
âAnd as you already must know, she was also married about a year ago but then was widowed after her husband was killed by a rival gang on the same day. Even though their marriage didnât even last a full 24 hours, she had been so traumatised by the whole thing that apparently she didnât even speak for an entire month after the ordeal. Can you imagine how much of a princess she must be for a simple death to shake her that much? She must be a real- come on man, how long are you going to make me go on?â
Jungkook turned his head to offer him a sly grin, âI was wondering when you would reach your limit.â
Taehyung gave him a halfhearted punch to the arm, âyouâre such a jerk. Answer my question man. Iâm dying to know what sheâs actually like.â
He followed Jungkook as he turned into another hallway, curious as to what he thought of her, but his answer had him staring at Jungkook incredulously.Â
âI donât know.â
Taehyung faltered in his step, gaping at the back of the man who continued through the hallway nonchalantly. When the weight of his answer finally processed completely in Taehyungâs mind, he ran forward so that he could walk alongside his friend once again.Â
âI think you misunderstood my question,â Taehyung tried again slowly, âI want to know about Lee Y/N, you know, your soon to be wife? The one youâre about to marry right now?â
âWhat is there to know?â Jungkook commented, mind occupied with a topic of much more importance, âa marriage with her will allow for the unification of two powerful mafia families and will also allow for an heir to be born. Is that not the whole point of marriages for individuals like us?â
âWell yeah, but thereâs no harm in getting to know her at least a little bit. Did you even hear about the âdumb as rocksâ part when I was rambling?â
âThat will only make her easier to control,â he deadpanned.
âFine, whatever. Is she at least pretty?â
Taehyungâs eyes widened even more when Jungkook didnât respond, âplease tell me youâve met her at least once. Oh my god, have you even looked at a picture of her?âÂ
Jungkook's silence was all Taehyung needed to know that the answer was, in fact, no,â I knew I shouldnât have gone out of the country! My parents kept telling me everything would be fine and theyâd take care of the whole thing but you havenât even met her once? I shouldâve made my return flight earlier, then I couldâve-â
Taehyungâs voice faltered as he noticed Jungkookâs distant expression, causing his brows to furrow. He wasnât listening to a word he was saying, which wasnât something entirely out of the ordinary, but it usually wasnât this bad. He sighed as he shifted his gaze to the expensive hall before him.Â
âIs this about the Parks?â He asked, noticing his friendâs focus return.
âItâs the Parks and the Mins,â Jungkook admitted, âever since their alliance, theyâve been getting bold. They made a move on our West docks last week and would have been successful in seizing them if it werenât for the blackmail I managed to procure at the last minute. But that wonât hold them off for long.â
Taehyungâs head tilted to the side, âyouâve always enjoyed a challenge. Whyâs this bothering you so much?â
Jungkook turned into another hallway to finally come face to face with a large pair of grandiose double doors that towered over them. The two men came to a stop, aware that their conversation was now on a timer.Â
âI just⌠have an uneasy feeling,â he said, unable to reveal anymore to Taehyung. He couldnât bring himself to tell his best friend what he had really witnessed when he visited the docks yesterday.
Taehyung, clueless to Jungkookâs inner turmoil, slapped him on the back, lightening the mood with a grin, âcome on man, this is your wedding. Youâll figure everything out later, for now just relax. You deserve it.â
Before he could protest, Taehyung shoved the double doors open to reveal an enormous and crowded wedding hall. The white and gold marble floor stretched across the entire room, while multiple diamonds came together to form a giant chandelier that hung over the hundreds of tables that had been decorated with shiny silverware and pristine white roses. The people were just as decorated as the furniture, with their elegant gowns and glamorous jewellery.Â
At the sound of the doors opening, the once chattering crowd silenced, opting to sneak glances at Jungkook and his friend instead. Hushed whispers echoed around the hall as Jungkook straightened his back and held his head high before making his way to the centre of the room. Behind him, Taehyung took his place, his outgoing and extroverted personality tucked away to look just as regal and intimidating as the groom. The crowd began gathering on either side of the aisle, clearly excited for the bride who had been scheduled to appear any second now.Â
Most menâs hearts would be racing during a time like this, Jungkook thought distantly, eyes focused on the aisle as well. Marriage to others was supposed to symbolise unwavering love and devotion. But not for him. For him marriage was simply a contract, a means to an end that he hoped would lessen the burden of a number of challenges. In a world like this, there was no such thing as love.Â
Only power.Â
The sound of the double doors opening pulled him from his thoughts, with two professionally dressed workers fixing them on either side so that they remained open this time. Jungkook watched a pair of women in what seemed like light pink bridesmaid dresses trail behind two girls who couldnât have been more than five throwing white and light pink flower petals in the air. Behind the entourage was a figure drenched in white.Â
You walked slowly into the room, your glimmering white dress trailing behind you as a thick white veil draped over your face and the front of your dress. Jungkook could only make out your hands clutching a small bouquet of white roses while your arm looped around your fatherâs, who was slowly guiding you down the aisle. Despite the aid, he couldnât help but notice an uneasiness to your steps and a slight shake in your hands.Â
The crowdâs gaze stayed fixed on your figure, drinking in the Jeon Jungkookâs soon to be wife. There were some gasps of astonishment at the beauty of your dress and figure, while there were some gasps of jealousy towards the woman who was taking Jungkook off the market. You didnât seem to pay them any attention as your head stayed fixed in front of you, focusing on not falling as you continued through the aisle.Â
To Jungkook, it felt like years had passed before you finally reached the small steps leading to the stage he was standing on, your bridesmaids taking their places on the opposite side of where Taehyung was standing. Your father unlooped his arm from yours and stepped back to sit on one of the seats that had been reserved for him, leaving you to hesitantly step onto the stage yourself. Your heel wobbled as you brought your foot forward and Jungkook knew exactly what would happen before it did.Â
He watched your heel slip sideways, causing you to careen to your right under the heaviness of your dress. But before you could crash into the large pots of white roses, Jungkook shot forward so that his hand could grab your waist, hoisting you up to prevent you from falling. The crowd swooned at the gesture, murmuring about its romantic nature, though all Jungkook could wonder was how youâve been surviving in a mafia family for so long. Taehyung had only said you were dumb, not a complete klutz too.Â
He could feel the warmth of your delicate hand on his shoulder as he guided you up the steps, only letting go of you once the two of you were facing the patiently waiting priest. Once he had motioned for everyone to sit, he began his sermon in an obnoxiously boring voice. Jungkook had no particular interest in paying attention to a speech he had listened to multiple times growing up. Instead, he took the chance to survey you briefly. With your veil still hiding your face, he could only take in your perfect figure and pristine skin.Â
Eventually, the priest asked you to remove your veil, to which you complied slowly. Taehyung came forward, offering to take the bouquet in your hands while your bridesmaids helped you hesitantly lift the soft white cloth over your head.Â
A wave of hushed whispers spread throughout the crowd at the sight of your face, one that caught Jungkook off guard. Your eyes had been lined with a light liner, while your lips and cheeks had been made to look dainty. Your hair fell from the top of your head to your shoulders, styled in a way that framed your features and neck. Jungkook noticed a small silver necklace in the shape of a heart resting against your exposed collarbone.Â
Your makeup made you look so innocent and⌠young. Jungkook almost wanted to pull Taehyungâs parents aside and confirm that you really were twenty three and not some nineteen year old. It was a bit of a turn off, he realised, slightly bothered by the fact. As a twenty six year old, he obviously wasnât into teenagers, so he didnât know what having a wife that looked like one was going to do for him.Â
Then again, he wasnât marrying you for some kind of gratification. He was marrying you because he needed to form a strong alliance between your fatherâs gang and his so that he could be, or at the very least appear, stronger than the Mins and Parks. You were nothing more than a path to more power and, aside from upholding his responsibilities as a husband, he would treat you as such.
As the priest continued to drone on, Jungkook continued to analyse your form. He watched your eyes stay focused on the priest before they strayed, hesitantly landing on Jungkook for a split second. When you noticed his gaze already on you, a small squeak sounded from your lips before you quickly shifted your focus forward. With the bouquet of flowers now hanging from Taehyungâs hand, your own fingers were clasped awkwardly in front of you.Â
You were apparently everything Taehyung had painted you as earlier, Jungkook thought. Your makeup and mannerisms had an air of exaggerated innocence, while your body language was shy and sheepish. He had no problem imagining you as a weak girl that was so traumatised by the death of your first husband that you couldnât utter a single word the following month.Â
The priest turned to the seated crowd, beckoning anyone that had an issue with the marriage to step forward and speak their mind. Just as Jungkook expected, no one dared make a stand, preferring to cherish the connection between their head and neck instead. Following the silence, you and Jungkook were made to stand facing each other.
Your gaze was fixed on his collar, seemingly too shy to meet Jungkookâs eyes. It only confirmed his suspicions regarding your confidence, or lack thereof.Â
Yet, despite your evidently timid nature and lack of intelligence, Jungkook couldnât help but experience an uncanny feeling lingering at the back of his mind. Perhaps it was his untrusting nature, or maybe he had just been forced to over analyse you during the long and boring sermon. But he could have sworn that there was something about you. Just⌠something about the way you had trouble meeting his gaze yet seemed to have no problem in scanning Taehyung up and down. For a fraction of a moment, the look in your eyes was almost calculated, as if you had been assessing him. But just as fast as Jungkook thought he saw it, the look disappeared, replaced by a timid and shy gaze once again. It left him questioning whether he had even seen it in the first place, or whether he was letting paranoia see things that werenât there.Â
Finally, the priest turned to the two of you and made you both say your vows outloud. They were the standard vows, Jungkook and you putting no effort in creating a confession that you both knew was ingenuine. Instead, the two of you repeated after him, answering âI doâ when the time was right. Jungkook was glad that, despite your seemingly ditzy nature, you hadnât requested any giant romantic gestures. According to your father, you had even had no problem with Jungkook requesting that there be no kiss at the altar. It made his life a lot easier and truthfully made this entire situation a lot less awkward.
To Jungkookâs relief, the priest finally addressed the crowd once more, ending the sermon on a final note filled with hope and prosperity. He spoke about how the marriage would strengthen the two mafias, mitigating worries relating to attacks from enemies that may wish to harm them. Jungkook had already expected this part of the speech, as he had been the one to tell the priest to say those exact words.Â
At the end of the sermon, Jungkook and you were made to walk down the aisle back to where he knew his expensive car was waiting. He turned to you, looping his arm around yours so that you wouldnât fall again, and guided you down the steps slowly. He noticed that your every step was still wobbly and he could feel your hand shaking as you placed it on his bicep to steady yourself further. But this time, with the veil now draped behind you, he could see the distress in your face as well. Your eyes were wide as you took in the crowd surrounding you, looking as naive as Taehyung had made you out to be.Â
Jungkook tried to remind himself of Taehyungâs words. About how you had barely been able to pass high school and then completely dropped out of university a month in. About how your style consisted of pink and frilly clothes that didnât have much place in the mafia. About how, at this moment, you seemed almost scared of the crowd and attention.Â
A girl like that was shy and naive and ditzy. Aside from being slightly irritating, that meant you couldnât be much of a threat to him or anyone else. If anything your incompetence would be a threat to your own self. Jungkook had nothing to worry about when it came to you.Â
So he tried not to be unsettled.Â
He tried not to be unsettled by the fact that, despite your apparently innocent and weak nature, your fingers were gripping into his bicep so hard he would no doubt wake up with a bruise tomorrow morning.Â
He tried not to be unsettled by the way your shy gaze, which stayed fixed on the floor, would sometimes stray upwards to almost study the crowd around you before quickly darting back to the ground.Â
He tried not to be unsettled when you looked up at him to give him a bashful smile, one that the logical part of him agreed looked sweet and innocent enough.
Yet, why did another part of him wonder whether there had been something else lurking behind those seemingly innocent eyes?
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The only thing that Jungkook had learned about you from the car ride was that your voice was as light and soft as your appearance.Â
The ride in his black car decorated with gleaming small white roses and ribbons had been mostly silent, the two of you making no effort to start a conversation. Jungkook had never been one for small talk, more than content to let Taehyung talk for hours instead. The reason for your lack of conversation, though, was unknown to him.Â
It was only when he was speeding through the highway that you had spoken to request that he slow down a bit. Your voice had been soft and timid, as if you were scared that Jungkook would lash out at you for the simple request. Or maybe that was just the way you spoke. Considering your personality, Jungkook wouldnât find that too hard to believe.
Now the two of you walked through the entrance of his home, your eyes taking in the grandeur of it all. Despite its vastness, Jungkook felt that this was where he felt the most comfortable: between the white and fawn walls, the elaborately designed bannisters, and the creme marble floors. His home had remained the only constant in his life and, because of that, he cherished it immensely.Â
There were only a few people that Jungkook had allowed inside, all of whom were people that he trusted with his life. This was the first time, he realised, that someone outside of those few was stepping foot onto the marble floor and laying their eyes on the spiralling staircase. It was an odd feeling, allowing you to enter into what he felt was the only place that truly allowed his mind and body to relax.Â
He observed your reaction curiously, taking in your wide eyes. They bounced from one thing to the next, each structure seeming to fascinate you more and more. He still couldnât shake off the feeling that you were assessing the space, but the logical part of him kept trying to reassure himself that you couldnât possibly be considered any kind of threat.Â
The sound of the door opening behind him pulled him from his thoughts. He turned around to find Taehyung walking through the doorway, a particular look on his face. Jungkook recognised it right away, causing him to turn to you for a moment while calling over one of the maids.Â
âGet her to the bedroom,â Jungkook commanded the maid as Taehyung stepped beside him, âand help her take off her makeup and dress into something comfortable.â
The maid nodded before she began to guide you up the flight of stairs, pointing out a few directions here and there to get you comfortable with the new environment. Jungkook watched you look back at him and Taehyung for a split second, an unreadable look in your eyes, before you faced forward once again and allowed yourself to be dragged away wordlessly.Â
Once you had disappeared up the stairs, Jungkook turned to Taehyung with a raised eyebrow.
âWell?â He prodded.Â
Taehyung glanced at the top of the stairs to make sure you really were gone, âI should be asking you that. What do you think of her?â
Jungkook mulled over his question for a moment, âshe seems to be everything you said she is. Although, are you sure-â
âShe is one hundred percent twenty three years old. I triple checked that one,â Taehyung said immediately, hands up in a gesture of surrender.Â
Jungkook let his hands nestle into his pockets, wondering if he should bring up his other concerns as well. Uptil now, you havenât actually done or said anything worth garnering suspicion. Jungkook just seemed to be picking up on small things here and there, but he wasnât sure if those things were just him being paranoid or genuinely things that he should be cautious over. This whole marriage thing was proving to be a lot more confusing than he had initially thought.Â
âWhat is it?â Taehyung asked, noticing his friendâs silence. Jungkook hesitated for a moment, but, after earning a questioning look from Taehyung, he relented slightly.Â
âHow well of a background check did your parents do on her?â Jungkook asked cautiously. He didnât want Taehyung to know too much of how he was feeling at the moment, in case this was just his mind being overactive, but something in Taehyungâs expression seemed to indicate that he knew a lot more than what Jungkook was letting on.Â
âThey did a very thorough one, of course,â Taehyung said, eyeing Jungkook knowingly, âyou know my parents. If thereâs one thing that theyâre the best at, itâs uncovering peopleâs secrets.â
Then he added with a smile, âcouldnât get away with much while growing up because of it.â
Jungkook let his gaze wander around the room, âI justâŚâ
âYouâre just suspicious of her,â Taehyung finished, causing Jungkook to look his way, âof course youâre suspicious Jungkook, youâre letting a girl that youâve never even met before into your house for the first time. Itâs a natural reaction, especially considering how untrusting weâve been conditioned to be since we were young.â
Taehyung clapped Jungkook on the back reassuringly, âI was the exact same way when I married Chaewon. Hell, in our first year of being married I even accused her of being a traitor when she was planning a surprise party for my birthday. When she finally told me⌠man, it took me a whole year to make it up to her. On another note, from a married man to a newly married man, donât accuse your wife of anything unless youâre a hundred and ten percent sure of it. Otherwise youâll never hear the end of it.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes, causing Taehyung to laugh.
âBesides, have you seen Y/N? Sheâs so shy and naive, her own reflection in the mirror must frighten her. I doubt you have anything to worry about, especially after my parentsâ background check. Just enjoy yourself, man, itâs your wedding night,â Taehyung said with a knowing smirk.Â
Obviously ignoring the suggestive comment, Jungkook nodded, finding logic in Taehyungâs other words. Jungkook had never been married, all of this was new to him. But if Taehyung, who had been married for almost a decade, said feelings like this were normal, then maybe he really was just being overly paranoid about the situation. Youâd had a thorough background check done, which revealed nothing, and your personality was quite clear to Jungkook after heâd observed you at the wedding.Â
It was time Jungkook started trying to enjoy this marriage as much as he could. He was going to be stuck with you indefinitely, and constantly being suspicious of you was only going to wear him out, especially since you now had access to the only place he allowed himself to be free of the constantly vigilant and calculating mind that came with being the leader of the Jeons.Â
Jungkook turned to Taehyung, about to thank him for the insight, but the sound of the door opening once again caused the two to shift their gaze to behind them. The sight of the man walking through the doorway immediately had Jungkook wrinkling his nose in distaste while Taehyungâs expression had become a distant neutral. The man didnât seem to mind the reactions if he noticed them, casually strolling deeper into the house until he was standing before the two.Â
âJungkook, Taehyung,â Daehyun nodded, the respectful gesture somehow seeming more disrespectful if anything. He had clearly just come back from the wedding, still wearing his black suit and light brown hair styled back, âyou just got married, yet I see only Taehyung and no bride. Shall I assume the two of you are running away together?â
The tasteless joke was followed by a deep laugh, one that belonged to neither Jungkook nor Taehyung. Instead they just stared at him with an unamused scowl.
âRelax, itâs only a joke,â he shook his head, gaze wandering the place casually, âI doubt your wife and kid would like the thought of that anyway.â
Taehyungâs jaw ticked at Daehyunâs words. Even if he hadnât directly threatened or disrespected them in any way, just the mention of his family from his mouth was enough for Taehyungâs gaze to turn icy.
âCareful Daehyun, youâre standing before two mafia leaders,â Taehyung said, voice low and intimidating, âI would be less casual in our presence if I were you.â
To Taehyung and Jungkookâs dismay, Daehyun simply chuckled, âah yes, but Jungkook and I are cousins. Heâll cut me some slack, wonât he?â
Jungkook didnât answer, even after Daehyun gave his arm a lighthearted punch. Daehyun was the cousin that Jungkook could never be rid of, no matter how badly he wanted to. He was slimy and tactless and everything Jungkook hated rolled into one unbearable being. Having to give him access to his home, his only place of peace, had been one of the hardest things to do. But at the time, Jungkook had had to make sacrifices and this had been one of them.Â
Daehyun, undeterred by his cousinâs lack of response, leaned his arm on Jungkookâs shoulder casually, âcongratulations by the way. When I saw your wifeâs face- god did she look young! Youâre so lucky man, I hope my future wife turns out like that.â
Jungkook grimaced as he suddenly felt the desire to wipe off any remnants of Daehyunâs touch from his suit. Daehyun had attended the same university as Taehyung and Jungkook, yet he had evidently obtained none of the class that they had. Everyday he wondered how the two of them could possibly be related. For the sake of Jungkookâs mental wellbeing, sometimes he liked to imagine Daehyun had actually been adopted and his parents had simply decided not to share that piece of information.Â
âI should get going,â Jungkook said stiffly, brushing his cousinâs arm off his shoulder. He fixed his suit as Daehyung smirked at him, likely thinking of Jungkookâs comment as more suggestive than he had actually meant.Â
Jungkook faced Taehyung to give him a curt nod before he turned and began walking up the stairs, not bothering to use the fawn iron bannisters on either side of him. He could hear Taehyung taking his leave through the front door, dragging a complaining Daehyun behind him to Jungkookâs satisfaction. The sound of the front door shutting had never sounded so delightful.Â
A silence ensued as Jungkook walked through the hallway upstairs, continuing until he paused in front of his bedroomâs door. He couldnât hear any noises coming from inside the room, so, with a light knock against the white and fawn wood, his hand wrapped around the handle to turn it and finally push the door open.Â
The windows displayed an almost set sun, coating the atmosphere in a blanket of dimness. Everything about his bedroom had been changed. His once dark brown and white bed had been switched out for a cream and fawn coloured one, with a bouquet of vibrant red roses sitting atop the fancy and plush duvet, while his black leather couches had been replaced by light cloth ones. The ceiling and walls had been painted white, complimenting the new white and fawn patterned marble floor. His old dresser had also disappeared, a cream coloured dresser twice its size sitting in its place instead.Â
Aside from the drastic changes that had been made to his bedroom, no doubt to signify the change that came with marriage, the first thing Jungkook noticed was the maid who was drawing the curtains closed. The room would have fallen into complete darkness if it werenât for the lamps sitting atop the bedside tables which were emanating a warm light around the space.Â
The second thing he noticed was you, who was sitting timidly on the edge of the bed and facing him. Your fingers were playing awkwardly in front of you while your gaze had been fixed on the floor, but at the sound of the door opening, your head raised to look at Jungkook. The sight of your face once again caught him off guard, the lack of makeup revealing a different side of you.Â
You no longer looked young. Without the innocent look that had been created with the blushes and the eyeliners and the lip glosses, Jungkook could see the mature shape of your eyes and the defined look of your features. You looked your age now, a lot more maturity prominent in your appearance.Â
You were pretty. Jungkook could admit that much now that you didnât resemble a teenager. He wondered why you had done your makeup like that in the first place. Heâd been to many weddings before and none of the brides had been made to look so young. Then again, Taehyung had already told him that, on top of looking innocent and naive, you seemed to dress the part as well.Â
âIs something wrong?â Your soft voice asked, eyes blinking innocently up at him.Â
Jungkook shook his head, motioning for the maid to leave the room. She gave you both a low bow before scurrying out the doorway, making sure to close the door behind her.Â
âNo,â he finally answered. For the first time in a long time he wasnât entirely sure what to do. He wasnât sure if you were expecting anything to happen tonight, or if you even wanted anything to happen for now.Â
His gaze lowered as he mulled over his next actions. You had changed out of your wedding dress into a light pink, mesh lace nightgown that came all the way down to your knees with a silk bow stitched into the centre of your chest, as if your clothes were meant to compensate for the lack of makeup dolling up your features. He almost wanted to raise an eyebrow at you, but you seemed much too fragile to be ridiculed.Â
Alternatively, he decided to take an experimental step in your direction, surveying your reaction closely. He watched your fingers close tighter around the duvet on which you sat, your gaze hesitantly darting everywhere but him. That was answer enough for him to know how far you were ready to take it tonight. So instead, he passed the bed, opting instead to drop onto the couch on the far end of the room. While he was facing you, you had to turn your head to keep him in your sights.Â
âWhat would you like to do now?â He asked you, resting an arm over the back of the couch while he crossed an ankle over his knee.Â
Your gaze dropped to your lap, watching your fingers fidget against each other nervously. It was almost as if having to answer a question like that had you stressed, which again made Jungkook wonder how you had survived growing up in a mafia family. How could you have been this weak?
âI-I donât know,â you squeaked, not able to meet his gaze.Â
Jungkook sighed, turning his head to the side to survey the room. Technically, the two of you could just call it a night and go to sleep. You were clearly too shy to even speak a word to him, and Jungkook had never been one to beg others for things. Only time would tell how well the two of you would get to know each other.Â
But then Jungkookâs gaze dropped to the coffee table in front of him, noticing some sort of gift basket placed in its centre. It was obviously a wedding gift, filled with chocolates, scented candles, roses⌠and some wine and champagne. Jungkook has always been more of a whiskey guy, but right now heâd take just about anything.Â
âWhy donât we have a drink?â He suggested, uncrossing his leg so that he could lean forward and grab the top of the expensive-looking bottle of red wine. He prayed you werenât one of those people that didnât drink, your innocent personality couldnât possibly extend all the way to drinking as well.Â
You paused for a moment, taking in the bottle in Jungkookâs hand, before slowly nodding your head, to Jungkookâs relief.Â
He beckoned you over with his free hand, âcome here.â
You hesitated before slowly pushing yourself off the bed and took small steps towards him. Jungkook waited patiently until you were standing right in front of the couch, hands clasped shyly in front of you while your gaze stayed glued to the floor. He held up the bottle of wine and champagne in front of you, hoping you werenât so dumb that you wouldnât understand the question in his actions. Thankfully you studied the two bottles before a shaky hand raised and tapped against the bottle of champagne.Â
He pushed the bottle in your direction, forcing you to take it in your own hands, before standing up from the couch. The unexpected action seemed to scare you, causing you to immediately take a timid step backwards while you hugged the bottle to your chest. Jungkook had to suppress a tired, and maybe even slightly annoyed sigh, as he manoeuvred past you. He was trying to be patient, but this was becoming ridiculous.Â
âYou get that open while I wash up,â he said to you, pointing at the bottle still pressed to your chest, âokay?â
You nodded slowly, allowing him to turn away from you and walk into the joint bathroom. Once the door was closed behind him he let out the sigh he had suppressed earlier. You really were⌠something. He couldnât believe he had been suspicious of you earlier when you could barely even function properly, much less be any sort of threat. It was irritating, Jungkook felt, to have someone so incompetent for a wife. He wondered if he would have to break you out of that shell. You were the wife of a mafia leader now after all, you had to keep up at least some air of confidence in the presence of others so that you didnât make him look weak.Â
Jungkook walked over to the sink and turned it on, splashing some cold water on his face before he began brushing his teeth. You were far from his ideal type, and he doubted this marriage would ever stem into whatever Taehyung and Chaewon had going on. Hell, he was wondering how the two of you could ever even produce an heir. Youâd probably spontaneously combust if he even tried to touch you. And besides, he didnât really want to touch you if he was being honest. You reminded him too much of a weak and helpless child, which was obviously a huge turn off. He may have been a mafia leader, but he wasnât a complete monster.Â
Jungkook placed his toothbrush into the holder after spitting into the sink, drying himself off with one of the towels hanging near him. He was about to start changing into more comfortable clothes, only getting as far as unbuttoning the first few buttons of his black collar shirt, before a crashing sound rang from the bedroom. In less than a second he had pushed out of the bathroom, immediately scanning the bedroom before him as his hand automatically sought out the gun at his side.Â
It took him a moment to realise the lack of intruders in the room, and then another to take in your completely unharmed form. You were standing with your hands covering your mouth, looking down at the ground. Jungkook followed your gaze to find the champagne bottle rolling along the marble floor, still entirely intact. You had clearly dropped the thing accidentally, causing Jungkook to place his gun back in his waistband.
âIâm s-so sorry,â you squeaked, bending down quickly to pick up the bottle. Suppressing a huff, Jungkook walked over to you to take it from your hands.Â
âHere, let me do it,â he said, taking two of the crystal champagne flutes from the gift basket and placing them on the glass coffee table as he sat himself down on the couch, distantly annoyed at the fact that you couldnât even pour a glass of champagne by yourself. Was this seriously what he was going to have to deal with from now on?
He tipped the bottle, filling both glasses to the brim with the bubbling liquid as you hesitantly sat yourself down on the couch to his left. His gaze fell on you as he was about to offer you one of the flutes, but paused when he noticed the look on your face. For the first time since he met you, you looked almost⌠excited. Usually your eyes would be downturned and focused on the floor, but this time they were fixed on the crystal glasses before you as if you were eager to taste the expensive liquid. Jungkook made a note of it, tucking it into the back of his mind for later.Â
âTake one,â he said as he motioned towards one of the glasses, but to his surprise you hesitantly shook your head. Your expression had turned timid once again, any hint of excitement from earlier entirely gone. He narrowed his eyes at you as he wondered if he had just imagined it. It had barely been there anyway.Â
âI donât drink,â you said in your signature soft tone, not able to meet his gaze. Of course you donât, Jungkook thought irritatedly, god forbid the princess touch a glass of champagne. He knew the thought was immature, but there was no way he was the most immature person in the room at the moment.Â
He pushed himself off the couch, very much aware that his patience was starting to wear thin, âwell then I guess we should call it a night.â
But before he could step towards the bed, your hand shot out, clutching the edge of his sleeve with your fingers. He immediately looked down at your still seated form, a question in his eyes. You had to look away for a moment, seemingly collecting your nerves, before you met his gaze once again.Â
âJust because I donât drink doesnât mean you canât,â you said, âI donât want you not to enjoy yourself because of me. Please stay.â
Jungkook noticed the evident guilt in your eyes as your fingers continued to stay enclosed around the edge of his sleeve. When he didnât move, you hesitantly leaned forward to gently pick up one of the glasses and then slowly presented it to him. His gaze shifted to the glass in your hand, pausing for only a moment, before he took it from you. He let himself sink back onto the couch as he studied you.Â
You continued to sit in your spot on the sofa, posture still timid. Your gaze bounced from one part of the floor to the next, while your expression remained shy. But there was something else lurking behind the expression. If Jungkook focused well enough, he could have sworn the edges of your lips were turned slightly upwards. It was so faint that it might have not even been there, but the more he focused, the more prominent it became to him.Â
A naive part of him might have thought it was from being successful in getting him to stay and have the drink, but the more logical part of him had already latched onto an idea, one that refused to be swept to the side any longer.Â
His gaze lowered to your collarbone, a glint from the heart-shaped necklace resting over your soft skin catching his attention. Unlike earlier, he noticed that the metal heart was actually a locket, and that its two sides were slightly open. It couldnât have been ajar by more than a millimetre, but Jungkook still noted it down in his mind.
His gaze then ascended to your face, still a perfect picture of innocence. Your eyes were widened to resemble a curious doe, while your lips were pulled into a timid line. The hands resting in your lap fumbled with each other shyly, really completing the look.Â
Finally, his gaze dropped to the drink in his hand. He brought it closer to his face, as if he were about to take a sip, before eyeing the expensive liquid. His gaze fixed on the miniscule bubbles that continued travelled from the bottom of the flute to its surface, causing it to sizzle.
Jungkook slowly leaned forward, keeping his eye on his drink as he brought it away from his lips and instead calmly set it down on the coffee table before him. He then easily pushed himself off of the couch, which caused your brows to jump. There was an apparent question in your expression, one you decided to voice out loud.Â
âIs something wrong with the drink?â You asked, voice still soft as your doe eyes looked up at him through your lashes.Â
Ignoring the question, Jungkook placed a hand on the edge of the coffee table and slowly pushed it forward so that it was farther away from your seated form. The action caused you to blink.Â
âIs everything okay?â You tried again slowly.
But Jungkook then faced you, assessing you for a moment, before he took a few steps in your direction. You had to crane your neck upwards to continue meeting his gaze, his tall form towering over your seated one. This time your brows pulled together, eyes still doe-like, as you continued to question his actions.Â
âJungko-â
Jungkook didnât let you finish. The second you opened your mouth his large hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your neck, slamming your head into the seat of the couch. You squeaked at the sudden violence, immediately clawing at the fingers now enclosed around your throat. But your efforts were nothing in comparison to Jungkookâs iron hold.Â
âJ-Jungkook, youâre h-hurting me!â You let out a choked cry, continuing to put up a weak fight against Jungkook. Tears had already started to coat your eyes and run down your cheeks, but Jungkook ignored them completely. He watched you struggle, fascinated by the way you thrashed around like an animal yet every jab at him was weak and ineffective. There was no sign of the strength he had noticed when you had grabbed onto his bicep earlier, so hard that he was sure it would leave a bruise. It was enough to make him grin.
Jungkook lowered his face so that his lips neared your ear, his body still hovering over your smaller form.Â
âIf you wanted to kill me princess, youâll have to do a better job than that,â he said, voice low. Your eyes widened even further as you continued to struggle against him, making pitiful noises that didnât move him in the slightest.Â
âK-Kill?! What are y-you talking about?!â You continued to choke out as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your hands had moved to his chest, desperately trying to push him away, yet failing miserably in the process. Jungkook tilted his head at your weak plea, eager to hear what other ways youâd beg him to let you go.
 âP-please-â You began, but then cut yourself off abruptly when your tear-filled gaze met his. You must have seen something in his eyes, because he felt your body slacken, no longer desperate to fight him despite his hold on your neck cutting off your lungâs supply of air.Â
Instead you studied him, really studied him. He could see the same calculated look you had used on Taehyung earlier during the wedding. It was as if you were assessing Jungkook, picking out his strengths and weaknesses to figure out how you could use them to your advantage. He watched you weigh options in your head patiently before you finally tilted your head to the side calmly and shot him a look. In response, Jungkook decided to loosen his grip on your throat. He watched you catch your breath for a moment before you spoke.Â
âWell, youâre already smarter than the first one,â you commented, but your voice was entirely different. It was no longer soft and timid, rather it was a lot more deep and confident. He watched your expression change in the same manner. Your once wide and innocent looking eyes narrowed into a more matured look, while your lips straightened into more of a dangerously amused grin than a naive pout.Â
Then he processed your words. The âfirst oneâ had to be your first husband, who Taehyung had explained had been killed on his wedding day. Taehyung had mentioned that a rival gang had been the one to murder him, but the actual one responsible for his death was clear to Jungkook now.Â
âDo you make it a hobby to poison your husbandsâ drinks on their wedding nights?â He asked, hand still wrapped around your throat. He had situated himself between your legs, his own leg pushing one of yours against the back of the couch while his free hand pushed the other down against the seat of the couch. The position ensured you wouldnât be able to kick him, while his body hovering over your own seemed to take care of the rest of you. You were smart enough not to try anything anyway, knowing Jungkookâs strength was incomparable to yours.
You shrugged, panting at the limited oxygen entering your lungs, âgolf just wasnât cutting it for me anymore.â
âGolf? How can a weak and helpless girl like you play such a sport?â Jungkook couldnât help but quip, bordering on mocking you. It only made you grin, clearly no hint of offence in your expression.Â
He studied your nonchalant demeanour curiously. You had tried to kill him, and he should send your head back to your fatherâs doorstep for it. And yet, you couldnât have looked any less composed with his hand around your neck. Either you were a complete idiot, which seemed much less likely now that he was starting to see your real character, or you believed you had the upper hand in this situation.Â
âYouâre quite calm for someone I should have killed,â he noted, meaning for it to be a threat. But once again you didnât seem deterred. In fact, the comment seemed to amuse you even more.Â
âJust because you should have me killed doesnât mean youâll actually have me killed.â
Jungkookâs brow raised, finding an opportunity to prod you further, âand why wonât I have you killed? Your father sent you here to kill me under the pretence of an alliance. I should start a war for this.â
You nodded, âbut you see, my father did send me here to form an alliance. The whole killing you idea was all mine.â
Jungkook scoffed at the lame attempt at a lie, âyou expect me to believe that?â
But you scoffed as well, meeting his gaze just as vehemently. It was an odd sight considering you had spent the entire day trying to make yourself small and avoiding his gaze. Yet here you were now, eyes ablaze like a thrashing fire. Not a spontaneously violent fire either, no Jungkook could very easily handle that. You were more like an electrical fire. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he had to be cautious around you, and that trusting any word that came out of your mouth was dangerous.Â
âProve it then,â he challenged, tightening his hold on your neck for a moment to remind you of your vulnerability.Â
âI donât need to prove anything,â you said, a hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, âjust go ahead and mention to my father that Iâm not a complete airhead thatâs afraid of her own shadow. Heâll laugh in your face and call you a moron.â
The revelation that your father was just as clueless about your true self as everyone else only confirmed his initial thoughts. It also proved he couldnât have trusted you to carry out an assassination attempt, meaning your father really did genuinely want an alliance with the Jeons. That was perfect, because Jungkook had certain plans that relied on this partnership. It was a relief that they hadnât gone to waste.
âIf it wasnât your fatherâs idea, then why did you poison my drink?â He asked with a raised brow.Â
Silence filled the room following his question, one that allowed you both to hear the sounds of the wall clock. He got the feeling that you were contemplating something once again, planning out your next move.
Then you squirmed underneath him, seemingly getting comfortable, but Jungkook knew better than to believe whatever you appeared as. The second your hand went for the gun wedged in his waistband, he grabbed your wrist, pining it against the couch, while the hand that had been around your throat pulled out the matte black weapon. He slowly brought it to your temple with an amused grin.
âIf you wanted it so badly, you could have just asked,â he taunted, bringing the gun down so that its barrel lifted your chin, ânow, I asked a question princess.â
You huffed, your amusement finally falling to give him a half-hearted glare.
âI want a divorce.â
Jungkook couldnât help the laugh that sounded from his lips at your straightforwardness. You just tried to kill him, it didnât take a genius to work out that you werenât a fan of this marriage and wanted out of it.Â
It was an arranged marriage after all, and even though all arranged marriages didnât equal a forced marriage, technically he couldnât be certain that this marriage was of your own choice or not. For all he knew, you had some secret lover waiting for you back home, your marriage with Jungkook coming between the star crossed romance. The thought made his jaw tick. He was far from in love with you, but Jungkook tended to be territorial about what was his. And you were his wife at the moment.Â
You, on the other hand, seemed surprised by his reaction, as if it was the last thing you expected him to do.
âI mean you obviously want one now too, right?â You asked with your brows furrowed.
Jungkook didnât respond, and that only seemed to make you more agitated.
âIâm not the wife that you want. You clearly canât stand me when I have my ditzy front pulled up and you canât trust me when I donât.â
Although the points that you were making were true, there was one important factor you were missing, and that was the alliance between the Jeons and the Lees. Jungkook needed this alliance to, at the very least make himself seem like, he was more powerful than the Parks and the Mins. And with their recent moves -with what he saw at the docks just last night- he needed this alliance now more than ever. So while he normally would have had you executed and then sent your head to your fatherâs doorstep for your little assassination attempt, this time he was going to have to sweep his pride to the side.
Jungkook placed his free hand next to your head as he pushed himself up, choosing instead to stay standing in front of the sofa. His intense gaze dropped to your still form while his gun hung from his fingers firmly.Â
âNo,â he finally said, causing your brows to jump.Â
You quickly pushed yourself off the couch to stand just as he was, but Jungkook didnât move. With the sofa right behind you, barring you from taking a few steps back, that left you and him standing dangerously close to each other. The bow from your nightgown pressed against his partly unbuttoned black collar shirt, while its edge grazed his dress pants. Jungkook could feel the heat of your breath raise goosebumps from his exposed collarbone.Â
âWhy not? Iâm not the wife that you want.â
He smiled at the bite in your words, finding your frustration amusing, âyouâve got it all wrong. I simply wanted a wife to make the Lees allies, nothing more.â
Like a fire set alight, your eyes flashed in anger, âI wonât change. Iâll still be your idiot wife that will make you look weak.â
It was true that most wives of mafia leaders were strong and confident beings, symbols of their husbandsâ power, and that having a wife like you may be a slightly risky choice. But Jungkook was sure his carefully established reputation could take the hit. Besides, although you might make him look weak, your marriage with him would make him far from actually weak.Â
âYou think divorcing you wonât make me look weak?â Jungkook decided to say, unsure of if he was saying it to play with you more or to make sure you donât believe your threats are inconveniencing him, âyouâve fooled everyone with your ditzy facade. A divorce will make them think I wasnât able to tame a naive girl. You think people will accept me as a leader then?â
You didnât react to the point, giving him the feeling that you might have already known that might pose an issue for him. Perhaps you thought his reputation could take the hit? When Jungkook really thought about it, it probably could have. Heâd worked hard to be both feared and respected for years, a divorce like this, while questionable in the eyes of the people under him, could have been pushed under the rug given time. But the alliance was too important to him.Â
And that was something he needed to make sure you knew.Â
âThat means you will continue to be my wife,â he settled, lowering his gaze so that it met yours with unwavering finality, âso youâll continue to act like it.â
Jungkook felt his voice naturally lower, a hint of a threat evident in his tone, âlisten to me well, Y/N. I donât care if you act like the dumbest woman on Earth or the most sultry. Regardless, what you will act like is my wife. When weâre outside of this bedroom, we will laugh together, we will hug each other, and we will do whatever other damn thing married couples do so that no one doubts this relationship.â
âAnd if I donât?â You bit, the speed of your reply making his jaw tick.Â
âIf you donât, you can stay locked in this bedroom until you learn how to behave. Understood?â
Your rage couldnât have been more prominent, with a fierce glare burning right through him and a pair of fisted hands at your sides. Yet Jungkook ignored it all, instead meeting your gaze coolly as he waited for your confirmation.Â
It took a long moment to come, so long that Jungkook thought it wasnât going to come at all. But eventually he noticed you nod your head. It was barely a movement, your head tipping down slightly before resuming its earlier place, but it was enough for him despite your unwavering glare.Â
He finally took a few steps back, thrusting the barrel of his gun once again into the waistband of his pants. Your angry form, on the other hand, didnât move, opting instead to stand perfectly still despite your calves pressing into the sofa behind you. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen onto his forehead away from his face.
âGood, then weâre done here.â
He finally turned away from you, eyeing the door on his left intently. But before he could move towards it, your words made him pause.
âI just tried to kill you,â you commented before he turned to question its randomness. He found you sitting on the sofa once again, an eerily thoughtful look lurking behind your rage-filled eyes, âhow will you know I wonât do it again?â
Jungkook tilted his head in response.Â
âYou can try all you want, princess,â he said, liking the feeling of that nickname on his tongue more and more. It was almost addicting, âbut you wonât succeed.â
Then his lips curled into a sly smirk, âafter all, what kind of husband would I be if I barred my wife from her hobbies?â
He was able to just barely catch the roll of your eyes before he turned and pushed through the door he had been eyeing earlier, his hands automatically locking it behind him as he casually surveyed his office. The room had been spared from the new gleaming white and fawn furniture which had taken over his bedroom. Instead, it was filled with familiar dark brown.
Refined dark oak wood shelves and cabinets lined the walls except for the wall behind his large desk, which was made up entirely of a bookshelf filled to the brim with various hardcovers. For the sake of matching with the rest of the house, the marble floor had been done a light fawn colour, while another wall was made up of bulletproof glass, its centre having the ability to slide open to reveal a decent sized balcony.Â
Jungkook shrugged off his blazer as he made his way to his desk, laying the piece of cloth over the back of his black leather chair, before he opened the glass cabinet behind it. He didnât need to think much as his fingers expertly curled around an expensive bottle of whiskey and a crystal glass. Before he knew it, he found himself standing outside on his balcony overlooking his estate, one hand holding the crystal glass filled halfway with light brown liquid while the other clutched the iron railing.Â
His gaze bounced around his estate for a peaceful moment as he took a sip from his glass, taking in the expanse of the luscious green field bordering the neatly done driveway despite the darkness of the night. In its centre was an intricately designed white fountain spewing water in four different directions, but all of which emptied systematically into the white basin at its base. The estate itself stretched for metres, the gates enclosing the space barely visible from where he was standing. Jungkookâs thoughts bounced around his head just as quickly as his gaze.Â
What a day it had been. At first, youâd been a complete idiot, one that had irritated him to no extent with your doe eyes and evident shyness.Â
But then you had turned out to be an entirely different species, far from the innocent and ditzy girl heâd labelled you as. You were cunning and feisty and seemingly very much ready for a divorce.Â
Jungkook felt the corners of his lips pull upwards into a grin as he took another sip of his whisky.
You were quite the enigma.
But he was going to enjoy the challenge. Â
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All That Sparkles (KTH)-Fic Announcement
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: Fluff, angst (smut if I write a second part)
Au: Arranged marriage, CEO Taehyung.
Warning:Â mentions of alcohol, curse words (so far).
Rating: 18+
Summary: you are married to Kim Taehyung; the ever charming, dashing, smart and rich CEO of Divine Diamonds. He's sweet, kind and polite, unlike anything you'd ever expect from someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Only problem; you don't feel a connection. Your marriage feels dull. However, the day you bring him home for a family dinner with your parents, things change.
A/N: I have always had this idea running at the back of my mind of CEO taehyung who's sweet and everything that you'd ever imagine him to be. But in reality, there's so much of him, that you'd never imagine to be there đ¤đťđ. I do wish to write more of this. However, whether this will have more parts or not solely depends on the response I get from the first part.
Date of Publishing- early access on my Patreon by the 30th of September. It will then later be posted on my Tumblr!
as a finishing note, I just want to say that the banner is very likely to get changed because I don't like it much hehe đđťđđť
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Guilty Pleasures ŕź jjk, kth (m) | ch. i
â Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love
word count: 3,328
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content
sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events
playing: Unkiss Me
a/n: uhâŚthis one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! đĽ°
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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.
He doesn't blame you for it thoughâyou're his ex-wife.
Recent ex-wife that is.
For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.
That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detailâyou're the only one that fell in love.
Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.
But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.
Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.
After all, you deserve it; you both do.
Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.
"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.
"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.
He doesn't blame you for that either.
As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of allâa cheater.
Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)
"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.
"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."
"He misses you."
"I'm sorry?"
"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."
Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.
Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.
"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."
"Of courâshit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.
"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.
Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"
You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it baâ"
"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"
"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.
Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plagueâthey always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.
"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.
"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."
"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."
You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.
The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.
"Mrs. Jeonâshit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.
"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."
"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.
"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."
The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.
"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"
"Jungkook..."
"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.
"Wait!"
Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.
"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.
Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.
It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.
With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.
You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.
"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."
"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.
"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.
"Did youâ"
"No, they weren't for you."
A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.
Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.
"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.
You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.
"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."
"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.
"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."
"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."
"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"
You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."
"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.
"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.
You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a newâanother lie you tell yourself.
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.
"Hm?"
"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.
"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myselfâoh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.
You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.
"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."
"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.
"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.
Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."
Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.
Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.
"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.
"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."
You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.
Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.
You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.
Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.
a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love đ okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! đ
Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!
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hi guys it's been a minute since i posted it's been hectic i recently got a promotion so that's been taking up my time but here's another list of my favourite yoongi fics honestly reading them was so much fun and made me feel happy so i hope you enjoy them as much as i did. remember to please show lots of love and support to these incredible authors and creators and their blogs, don't forget to give them a follow , leave a heart, reblog or leave a kind message i know they will appreciate hearing from you, these fics contain smut so no minors interact feel free to send and share any fics you are currently into and would like to share with me i would love hearing from you guys
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love lockdown by @personasintro f s a (enemies to lovers zombie apocalypse)
belong by @ahundredtimesover f s a (exes au basketball yoongi summer love au)
in the margins by @bonvoyagenoona f s a (enemies to friends to lovers slow burn)
look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash s a (enemies/coworkers to lovers slow burn)
andante cantabile by @kkulfm-2 f s (regency au unrequited love slow enemies to lovers pianist yoongi)
match made in hell by @ughcore f s a (arranged marriage doctor au rivals to lovers)
only yesterday by @borathae f s a (strangers to lovers)
dating advice by @taleasnewastime f s a (strangers to lovers)
the deal by @untaemedqueen f s a (strangers to lovers gang/cartel au)
matilda by @babystrcandy f s a (brother's best friend unrequited love)
down the hall by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend)
ink nemesis by @scriptaed f a (fake dating au)
unexpected lovers by @jjkeverlast f s a (fake dating artist yoongi)
love is a dog from hell by yourlocalhoney (ao3) f s a (love triangle friends with benefits) ft.Jungkook
petals by @yoonia f (parents au)
pink bird houses by @54daysormore f a (single dad au)
everytime by @deathbyyoongx f s a (fuckboy exes au)
desolate by @angelicyoongie f s a (hybrid au)
one-shot
first-date bait by @jimlingss f (strangers to lovers)
âŹfirst-date bait drabble @/jimlingss s (strangers to lovers)
wallflowers by @bonvoyagenoona s (strangers to lovers)
shirt by @bonvoyagenoona s a (one night stand idol au)
sugar by @zehakoo f s (ceo au strangers to lovers neighbours)
radio sweethearts by @helenazbmrskai s (brother's best friend college au slow burn)
tongue like candy by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend age gap)
auburn skies by @persphonesorchid f s a (brother's best friend)
black and white by @akinnie75 f a (slow burn)
always & forever by @sugakookitty f s (established relationship wedding au)
hard liquor by @chateautae s (boss x employee age gap)
sweetener by @taegularities f s (enemies to lovers fwb au fuckboy)
soft spot by @cultleaderyoongi f (first date)
âŹsweet spot by @/cultleaderyoongi f s (established relationship)
sticks & stones by @xpeachesncream f s a (friends to lovers ex friends with benefits pinning au)
fuck being friends by @strawberrynamjoon f a (friends to lovers college au)
the seventh muse by @wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)
tell me what you want by @/wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)
yoongiâs lullaby by @jiminrings f a (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)
illicit favors by @yoongiofmine f s a (friends to lovers)
snow blanket by @yoonieper f s (friends to lovers)
a wager of lords & love @hisunshiine s (regency au arranged marriage)
an empty home by @7deadlysinsfics s a (arranged marriage) ft. Taehyung
the nanny diaries by @btsgotjams27 f (single mom roommate au)
the good part by @introlxv s (roommate au)
handyman by @borathae s a (rebound au roommate au)
peaches in bed by @/borathae s (domestic au husband au)
don't hold hands by @whatifyoulivelikethat s ( friends with benefits roommate au)
by the time i've figured out what it's worth by @ugh-yoongi f s a (marriage au)
swing life away by @aphrodijin f s a (marriage au)
the little things by @kth1 f s (boyfriend au)
fxck a fxckboy! by @yoongifis s (fuckboy)
cupid's curse by @ressjeon s a (first love au)
dawned in by @aquagustd f s (dilf yoongi)
bad things by @yoonia s a (escort au pining)
close call by @xjoonchildx (mafia au)
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Slow Dancing (M) - Jungkook x reader; Namjoon x reader | ⾠⿠âĄÂ â mini-series; soulmate!au, second chances!au ⢠When fate has some tricks hidden in its sleeve    âŞÂ Chapter ListÂ
28 Days (M) - Taehyung x reader; Jungkook x reader | ⾠⿠⥠⽠mini-series; slice of life!au; unrequited love!au; first love!au ⢠When you let yourself get entangled in your own little lies   âŞÂ chapters: (under construction)
Ravished By Two (M) - Seokjin x reader x Namjoon | ⿠⥠one-shot; werewolves!au; polyamorous!au | 5k words ⢠Mated to your Alphas mean that you have to submit to their every need
Threads (M) - Yoongi x reader; Namjoon x reader | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; slice of life!au; one-sided love!au; arranged relationship!au; 7k words ⢠When life throws you a curve ball, leaving you with dark secrets to bury
The Agile Fox (M) - Yoongi x original character x Jungkook | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; supernatural!au, werewolf!jungkook, werefox!yoongi, werefox!oc | 52k words; part of Shifter Series⢠Sometimes the Fates can play tricks on you
Bed & Boyfriend(s) (M) - Taehyung x reader x Yoongi x Jungkook | ⿠⥠one-shot; pwp; Polyamorous!au; 16k words ⢠A long weekend filled with wanton pleasure with the help of his best friends
Sweet Temptations (M) - Taehyung x reader x Jungkook | ⥠one-shot; brothel!au; male escort!au; 20k words â˘Â Welcome to House Of Lust, where your escorts will be there to provide you with every need
Ever a Never After - Jungkook x female reader; Seokjin x female reader | ⿠⥠adaptation from Enchanted movie; strangers to lovers!au; fairy tale retelling!au, Smut ⢠Stuck between two different realms, two different lives, and a chance to write your own happily ever after, would you take it?
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Cinnamon Bliss (M) | âľ âż âĄÂ â mini-series; single father!Jin, cafe owner!reader, unrequited love!au ⢠When you share the journey of finding the path to healing and re-finding love again   âŞÂ Chapter ListÂ
Of Bears And Bonds (M) | ⾠⿠âĄÂ â trilogy/mini-series; supernatural!au, werebear!Jin, witch!reader | part of Shifter Series ⢠When you find your past, present, and future are all linked together with your fated âŞÂ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (end) ⪠bonus: the journey begins
Blurred Lines (M) | ⾠⿠âĄÂ â trilogy/mini-series; teacher!Jin, teacher!reader, biker!Jin â˘Â People do say that the quiet ones always keep the biggest secret âŞÂ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (end)
Mistakes and Retakes (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; christmas rom-com; enemy to lovers!au; Part of the Stranded for Christmas Collab; 18,5k words ⢠When your archenemy becomes your saviour
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Clair De Lune (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; pianist!yoongi, escort!reader; 23k words â˘Â You were ready to leave a part of your life to move on to the next, and he is willing to give you a chance to end it glamorously
Pour Some Sugar On Me (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; baker!au; baker!yoongi; baker!reader; 14k words ⢠When he shows you how baking and taste testing can be delightfully messy
Little Do You Know (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; artist/music producer!yoongi; established relationship!au; 22k words â˘Â With love, comes challenge. But what do you have to do to hold on?Â
Bad Things (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; brothel!au; street fighter!yoongi; sex worker/escort!reader; past lovers!au; 14k words ⢠He always comes to you when he needs you to douse his flame, not knowing that he is keeping yours alight with his touch
Come Undone (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship!au, BDSM; 14k words ⢠When your little surprise to please him backfires and he turns the tide against you instead
Two Steps Behind (or Ahead?) (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; friends with benefit!au, modern royal!au, modern fantasy!au; The Bedroom Hymns: alternate version; 2k words ⢠He refuse to give up showing you what being soulmates really mean
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â đđťđđ˛đżđđđśđťđ˛ đąđđźđšđźđ´đ 01. Intertwine (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; slice of life!au; past lovers!au, office!au; infidelity; 12k words 02. Tidal Waves (M)| ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; slice of life!au; past lovers!au, office!au; infidelity
â đŚđ˝đźđđšđ˛đđ đ đśđťđąđ đđżđśđšđźđ´đ 01. Spotless Minds (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; past lovers!au; new beginning; inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds; 36k words 02. Eternal Sunshine (M) | ⡠⿠⥠one-shot; past lovers!au; new beginning; epilogue for Spotless Minds; 39k words 03. Sunset Glow (coming soon)
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The Stand-In (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot & drabble series; friends to lovers!au, post divorce/failed marriage!au; expecting parents!au; 13k words ⢠He is ready to help with your situation in more ways than one    âŞÂ Fic Index
Once Upon An Us (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; past lovers!au, exes to lovers!au, christmas rom-com; 47k words ⢠When the fairy tale ending that you had been searching for had always been there the entire time
Lust Royale (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; royal guard!namjoon, princess!reader, unrequited love!au; 8k words ⢠When you cannot resist falling into his temptation
The (im)Perfect Ending (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; past relationship!au, infidelity; 43k words ⢠When you are given a second chance to rewrite your own happy ending ⪠bonus: Our Imperfections
Blooming Wallflowers (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; strangers to lovers!au, firefighter!namjoon, older female leader, MILF!au; 20k words ⢠When the one who spends his entire life taming fire ends up becoming the one to light up the fire in you ⪠bonus: Dinner with Mista Joonie (M)
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Strip! (M) | ⾠⿠âĄÂ â trilogy/mini-series; stripper!jimin, bartender!reader; single parent!au; spin-off for Bad For You⢠Sometimes a little bit of fun brings colours to your hard life, but what if he is here to stay?    âŞÂ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 (End)
All Fervent Manner (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; established Relationship!au; 19k words ⢠When you share the same secret, and neither of you could let the other know what you need the most
â đđŽđšđšđśđťđ´ đđżđśđšđźđ´đ 01. Never Falling (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; singer!jimin; non-idol!au; assistant!reader; 21k words 02. Forever Falling (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship!au; singer!Jimin; non-idol!au; 30k words 03. Free Falling (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship!au; singer!Jimin; non-idol!au; 22k words
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White Lies (M) | ⾠⿠⥠â mini-series; childhood friends to lovers!au, first love!au, painter!taehyung ⢠When his secrets came in your way to bare threats in the future you were building together   âŞÂ Chapter List
The Half-Lycan (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot & drabble series; supernatural!au; werewolf!taehyung, human!reader; 42k words; part of Shifter Series ⢠The long journey of how the fated mates finally found each other   âŞÂ drabbles: Fever // Rapture
The Forsaken (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; supernatural!au; siren!taehyung; mystery; horror; 22k words ⢠When his seducing voice lures you into falling in his embrace
The Dark Room (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; sex club!au; gentlemen club!au; 19k words; Side Story for In Motion â˘Â Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life
A Christmas Fix (M) | ⾠⿠⥠two-shot; Secret Baby!au, Second Chance!au, Strangers to Lovers!au; 55k words; Part of the Jingle All the Way collaboration ⢠The one-night stand that changed the course of your fate, along with your stepsister's âŞÂ chapters: 01 | 02 (final)
Risque Business (M) | ⥠one-shot; Boss!reader; Employee!Taehyung; Situationship!au; older female reader; 7k words ⢠You knew he was trouble, and you still fell into his charms
The Forsaken II: Tears of the Sea (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; supernatural!au; siren!taehyung; smut; mystery; horror; 6k words ⢠He comes to you at night, serenading his lonely tune filled with hope
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Bad For You (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; stripper!jungkook; bachelorette!au; infidelity; 11k words ⢠His whole presence emits sin and danger   âŞÂ Fic Index âŞÂ drabbles: â˘Â #1 // #2
Undressed (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; stripper!jungkook; bachelorette!au, infidelity; 20k words; Epilogue for Bad For You ⢠He was the epitome of sin, yet he pulled you in that you just had to come back for more
Pay By Play (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; cam boy!au; Voyeurism; part of the Made With Love Project; 3k words ⢠It is your first try to do something like this and he is making it all worth it
We Are All Dreamers [M] | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; soulmate!au; 16k words ⢠When he tries to rebel against the soulmate system
Boyfriend Jungkook drabble #01 | âżmini drabble; boyfriend!Jungkook ⢠When he wants a taste of your ice cream
Slow & Steady [M] | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; painter!jungkook; 7k words ⢠Can you resist temptation?
Show Me Something [M] | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; road trip!au, friends to enemies to lovers!au; first love!au; 51k words ⢠When the extra passenger opens the pathway to your broken past
A Touch Of Fate (M) | ⾠⿠⥠one-shot; enemies to lovers!au; soulmate!au; 9k words; Epilogue for We Are All Dreamers ⢠When he shows you just how good you are together
Under The Blankets (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship!au, pwp smut, tattooed!Jungkook x tattooed!reader; 6k words ⢠When neither of you can resist temptation
Mirrors: what becomes of us (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; friends with benefits to lovers!au, pwp smut; 8,5k words ⢠Is it worth it to fall for someone who has never revealed the true content of his heart?
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Chance Encounter (M) | ⾠⿠⥠â series; college!au; teacherâs aid!au ⢠What a simple DM mishap could lead to happen   âŞÂ Chapter List
Maps (M) | ⾠⿠⥠â mini-series; friends to lovers!au ⢠Naps, Christian Yu, your bed â would you ask for anything more?   âŞÂ Chapters:  01 | 02 | 03 (final)
Take Care Of You (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; pwp smut; established relationship; 2k words ⢠Helping your boyfriend to relax after long nights of working
Unravel (M) | ⿠⥠drabble; pwp smut; established relationship ⢠He loves how easy it is to have you unravelling under his touch
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Sweet Spot (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship; 6k words ⢠When his jealousy makes him more daring than he is used to
Press Play (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship; 3k words ⢠When he has an odd request for you to fulfil
What You Wanted (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; established relationship; 10k words ⢠When he makes sure that your first time would be an amazing experience to share
Overdrive (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; musician/artist!B.I, manager!reader, smut; 13k words ⢠When your carnal favours lead to something else
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â đđđđ (đ¤đ°đ¨đ§ đĄđ˛đŽđ¤) â Howlinâ (M) | ⾠⥠one-shot; werewolf!au; fated mates!au; 6k words ⢠When your responsibility to the Pack life comes between your Fated
â đŹđ˘đŚđ¨đ§ đđ¨đŚđ˘đ§đ˘đ â Simon Says (M) | ⿠⥠one-shot; pwp smut; established relationship; 4k words ⢠Simon wants to play
â đŠđđŤđ¤ đđĄđđ§đ˛đđ¨đĽ â A Night With You | âżÂ âĄÂ (implied) mini drabble; boyfriend!Chanyeol ⢠A glimpse of the nights you spend with him
â Š Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed.
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BTS Fic Recs â Tumblr (ii)
These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.
~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (i)~ ~Recs (iii)~
Almost all are complete works, those with â+â after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.
Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly
If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk!
F2L = friends to lovers ; E2L = enemies to lovers ; FE2L = frenemies to lovers ; R2L = rivals to lovers ; BFB = best friend's brother ; BBF = brother's best friend etc
OT7/Multi
â Crescent Bound series by @parkhabits | Werewolf AU | 32k+
â Tainted Souls series by @mininky | ?2l Vampire au, Canon Idol-verse | ?k
Kim Namjoon
â He Loves Me series by @bratzkoo | Sugar Daddy AU | 11k +epilogue to come
Kim Seokjin
â How to Fake A Boyfriend series by @bts-reveries | F2L Fake Dating AU, Youtuber AU, SMAU | ?k
â the taming of the bridezilla by @cinnaminsvga | F2L Fake Dating AU | 7k
â Arrogant by @dreamyjoons | FWB2L Uni AU | 7k
Min Yoongi
â bloom by @aquagustd | BBF AU | 15k
â want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster | S2F2L Mall AU, Rapper AU | 18k
â Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv | FWB2L Pianist AU | 6k
â what's poppin' by @joonberriess | Sugar Daddy AU, Canon Idol-verse | 2k
â angel by @joonberriess | Established Relationship, Canon Idol-verse | 7k
â honey bunny by @lonelyhobi | Established Relationship AU | 6k
â boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L B&B AU | 24k
â subscribed by @aquagustd | S2L Uni AU, Camboy AU | 15k
â eargasm + eargasm, pt 2 by @lavishedinjimin | S2L Phone Sex AU, kind of Uni AU | 24k
â first love series by @clouditae | F2L Uni AU, Tattoo Artist AU | ?k
â skin deep series by @aquaminwrites | S2F2L Tattoo Artist AU | 47k
â ink petals by @yminie | S2F2L Florist AU, Tattoo Artist AU | 11k
â love is for the birds, baby by @mininky | (F)E2L Tattoo Artist AU, Author AU | 13k
â Arranged series by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong | ?2L Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU | 111k
â punch drunk by @joonbird | R2L Boxer AU, Rival's Sister AU | 33k
â Sweet like Candy series by @lysjeon | E2L SMAU | ?k
â loser baby series by @dejayoonw | R2L SMAU, Witch AU, Uni AU, kind of Hogwarts AU | ?k
â heaven's winter by @jksangelic | Supernatural AU, Angel AU, Historical AU | 19k
â under the sun by @mirahuyooo | Greek Mythology AU, Greek Gods AU, Historical AU | 25k
Jung Hoseok
â baseline by @jiminrings | R2L Teacher AU | 3k
â Hot & Bothered by @sahmfanficbts | Gardener AU | 3k
â the art of war by @wwilloww | F2E2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Royal AU | 5k
Park Jimin
â kiss the girl by @sketchguk | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 5k
â the happiest place on earth by @dovechim | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 24k
â florezco by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L Roommate AU | 24k
â Midnight Munchies by @yoongihime | Deliveryboy AU, Uni AU | 2k
Kim Taehyung
â good girls go bad series by @jkstompers | S2F2L Uni AU | 46k
â paper cranes by @aquaminwrites | F2L AU | 18k
â rubies and roses by @min-youngis | S2?2L Fake Dating AU, Chaebol AU | 40k
Jeon Jungkook
â Part-Time Lover by @sketchguk | Fake Marriage AU, Agent AU, Journalist AU, Spy x Family AU | 31k
â the art of series by @venusianguk | S2F2FWB2L Grocery Store AU, Single Parent AU | 95k+
â Heartbreak Trials by @dreamyjoons | R2L Roommate AU | 14k
â Stress Relief by @strawbkoo | F2L Roommate AU, Uni AU | 5k
â ego series by @suga-kookiemonster | F2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 97k
â Confident series by @h0neypjm | FWB2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 23k
â what money can buy by @jeonstudios | Sugar Baby AU | 18k
â rich people shit by @nochueso | S2L Uni AU, Chaebol AU, Sugar Daddy AU but you're the same age? idk | 11k
â Diamond in the Rough series by @kimvtae | S2F2L Chaebol AU | 25k
â glitter & disquiet series by @joheunsaram | Youtuber AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 36k + drabble
â oxytocin by @chemicalpink | FE2L Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 6k
â the lottery offering by @skswriting | S2L Werewolf AU, kind of Arranged Marriage AU | 22k
â to tame a god series by @jeonstudios | S2L Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU | 50k
â This Mortal Coil by @jinfizz | BFF2L Werewolf AU | 40k
â Temptation series by @aiimaginesbts | Werewolf AU | 25k
â Law of Nature by @ausblack | F2L Hybrid AU | ?k
â deal by @jeonstudios | S2L Demon AU | 20k
â calling you cool by @kithtaehyung | S2L Rock Band AU | 12k
â his by @thvhoe | R2L BBF AU, Band AU | 6k
â most undesirable by @kinktae | S2L Regency/Bridgerton AU | 5k
â bad delivery by @jeonstudios | Deliveryboy AU | 5k
â Accelerate series by @dreamscript | S2L Racer AU | 8k
Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)
â @eoieopda's masterlist
â @gimmethatagustd's masterlists (mxr) (mxm)
â @helenazbmrskai's masterlist
â @jeonstudios's masterlist
â @jjungkookislife's masterlist
â @jkstompers's masterlist
â @lovesickjoon's masterlist
â @sketchguk's masterlist
happy reading!
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cry me a river | the habits
â summary: you are a weapon and weapons do not weep
â pairing: bts x reader
â genre: angst, mafia!au
â word count: 6.4k
â warnings: physical abuse, violence, mentally unstable mindset
â PART 25 / previous post / masterpost
One.
Two.
Three.
The seconds will pass. The minutes will fly. The hours will go.
Youâre alright.
Endure it. Endure it.
It will pass.
Everything will pass just as everything has always passed.
In time, father will raise his hand to indicate them to stop. A stop signal. He may leave the room out of boredom but he will return just as he always does in order to demand them to leave you alone. He will never be satisfied but there is always a limit to everything and father sometimes gets too bored to keep seeing it, to keep hearing it, so heâs always there to stop it.
Eventually.
Eventually.
You just have to endure it for now until the signal comes, untilâ
âWhat are you doing?!â
You didnât realize it and perhaps thatâs because you blacked out, your mind keeping you from feeling it all completely, trying to protect you, but youâre sitting on the ground when a call demands out an answer in a loud, commanding voice, and a rushing of a pair of feet running over to push Karl off you.
Asher punches Karl right in the face, throwing him off you, before demanding the guards he has with him to hold the man back.
âShe provoked me!â Karl argues like a child in a kidâs play.
Heâs never been abruptly stopped before. Always angry, never satisfied.
Nothing is ever enough when it comes to the two of them.Â
Karl landing hurt through his fists and weapons and anything he can get a hand on. Your father landing hurt through his commands, watching and watching and watching.
And you, their victim, who has to stay down and accept it all until there is a small amount of satisfaction that calls at them to stop.
You always wait on that call, no matter how much endurance it takes.
âThat doesnât make it right to lay your hand on a woman!â Asher retorts with anger laced in his tone, and this anger, despite how different it is from that of Karlâs, still shakes you violently though you keep as still as ever, paralyzed.
Paralyzed.
Even when the anger does not fall on you, even when he does not turn to you but towards the companion who stands behind you, who had stood still this whole time. âAnd what are you doing? Your boss was getting hit and you just stood there?â
Yeonjun, with a snap on cue, kneels over to your side and looks down at you with widened eyes and a frozen expression. He doesnât touch you right away, cautious, but you see what those eyes mean, you know exactly what that expression is telling you.
That he, too, had reverted back to the past.
When your father still lived, when he had to stand by and watch everything without moving a muscle.
He reverted back just as you had.
Two little kids, who're still affected by the traumas of the past.
Two little kids.
You take Yeonjunâs hand, giving him the permission to touch you, so he helps you back onto your feet and the two of you remain in silence as you walk off with his help, not daring to look Karl in the eyes, not caring to reply to Asher.
But you feel yourself trembling with the presence of a pair of eyes boring right into your back. Not from Asher or Karl or the two guards but from someone else.
The ghost of him.
Of that man.
That man named father.
.
.
.
âY/N?â Thereâs concern in Jungkookâs voice when you walk into the room and you guess thatâs probably because of the state youâre in, but right now you canât entertain him so you simply hold a hand up, asking him to stay back, and Jungkook, though worried, leaves the room on your behalf.
When youâre left alone with Yeonjun, you let your legs give in to sit on the floor rather than finding a chair or taking a seat on the bed.
The floor is comfortable. Itâs always been more comfortable.
The boy takes your heels off, along with your jacket, and despite the sting of the pain that aches over your body, the only thing on your mind is the fact that you let it happen so easily, that you allowed yourself to walk back into that state of being an obedient and perfect little doll.
You reverted back to the damages just when you thought after fatherâs death, you wouldnât let anyone walk over you anymore.
But it isnât easy.
It isnât easy.
And it will never be easy.
Father still lives in your head rent free and thereâs nothing you can do about it. No matter how much time has passed, nothing will change. Itâs already been a little over a year since his death but heâs still here, still thriving, mocking you, taunting you, controlling everything that you are.
Youâre shaking, trembling, not just out of fear but out of anger. Angry at yourself. For being so weak, for reverting back, for thinking things could get better.
And with Yeonjun the only one here with you at the moment, you lean into his touch and let yourself into his arms to allow the sort of warmth only your Reapers can provide you.
Yeonjunâs heartbeat wonât be the same as Mingyuâs, itâs probably even beating rapidly right now, so you donât let your ear rest against his chest and instead wrap your arms over his neck and climb into his lap to lay your cheek against his shoulder.
Yeonjun brings his hand over to rub down your back but heâs a little awkward and unsure because heâs never really had to do this; comforting you. Itâs always been Mingyu, and if Mingyu wasnât there, itâd be Yuna, and if Yuna couldnât do it, itâd be Dasom, or someone else.
Anyone else.
Heâs only a kid after all, just eighteen years old, the youngest of your Reapers, but because no one else is here, he does his best to pick up the role thatâs been given unto him.
Yet you feel him tremble slightly himself and you guess that in some way, he must be afraid as well.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers to you. âI didnâtâŚIâŚâ
You know what heâs trying to say, that he failed you, that he couldnât protect you. But can you really blame him? Because just as youâve been trained to endure through the pains and take everything thatâs given unto you, Yeonjun, the Reapers, were trained to stand by and watch.
Habits are scary.
Frightening.
And because you donât know how to console him and he doesnât know how to console you, the two of you remain in silence simply holding onto one another.
Just two little kids having to rely on each other.
Just two little kids.
And after a little while, when things have settled a little more, when he starts shaking a little less, Yeonjun gathers himself and forces himself out of the state heâs in.
He stands up and you watch him leave for a second, not too long, because he rushes, and returns with materials in hand to begin tending to you. It remains as quiet as ever between the two of you, but you see the way his brows furrow in concentration and he stops himself from staying in the mindset of a teenager.
Of a child.
He becomes an adult, a reliable adult. For you. Applying whatâs needed on the bruises that have swelled up, wrapping your arm with bandages, and when you frown with disgust at the sight of the white wrapping on you, wanting it off, complaining, he doesnât fall into your trap and stands his ground just as heâs seen Mingyu do plenty of times.
Yeonjun gets frightened of you at times but he always listens to your every command and does all that you ask him within a heartbeat, but today he grows a pair of wings and knocks you lightly on the head with his knuckles when you try to push him away, when you get stubborn with him.
âDo you want to die?â You glare at him but he doesnât give in.
âYou can kill me after I treat you,â he says and continues his ministrations.
âI hate it,â you tell him. âI donât like it, thisâŚthis white.â You try to scratch at yourself but he grabs your hand before you can and your face scrunches up with anguish. âGet it off me.âÂ
You tug the pearls on your neck and it scatters onto the floor but you donât care and move on to the white dress, yet Yeonjun stops you once more.
âYouâll hurt yourself.â
âIâm not weak.â
âI never said you were.â And because he knows the signs, because heâs seen it plenty of times in you, he grabs the sleeve, rips it, then the hem of the dress, and tears that as well without doing too much. âSee? Look. Imperfect.â You hate perfect things and seeing that, the tears of the dress, alleviate a bit of your drumming heartbeat, so Yeonjun grabs a pair of scissors to start cutting off bits of your dress.
All your life youâve been told to be perfect, that everything you do must be under the command of your father. He made you into his perfect little doll, his perfect little weapon, prepared you for the battlefield, prepared you for war.
For the war that he brought, for the war that was his.
Or rather, he was the war itself.
You are a weapon, and weapons do not weep. Weapons are used and weapons do not run off on their own. Weapons are perfect, they fire at the command of their owner, theyâre silent when told, and left to waste if they do not do their job.
Youâve never wanted to be left to waste, youâve never wanted to be dropped back into an empty room, the White Room, and never picked up again.
âI look broken,â you utter a whisper as if shocked at the image of yourself when you look down at the mess of your dress and the white bandages on your body. Your brows are knitted, teeth grinding on each other, fingers dug into the skin of your palm, eyes red but as always, they refuse to cry.
Because weapons do not weep.
And Yeonjun, for a second, almost panics, thinking he did something wrong, but in Mingyuâs wise words, âJust because it looks like I know what Iâm doing when it comes to boss does not mean that is the truth. It is far from the truth. There are times when it feels like Iâve messed up, times when Iâm about to panic because she responds differently from what I imagined, but you cannot ever show her that you do not know what youâre doing. Ever. Just pretend when youâre in that position, and if youâre good at pretending, she wonât know a thing,â Yeonjun quickly pulls himself back up.
âYou donât look broken,â he puts the scissors down and takes your two trembling fists. âYou look imperfect.â
You look imperfect.
Imperfect.
It does the trick.
He sees the way the crease between your brows starts to soften, how your clenched jaw loosens, the way you let him help your fingers unravel from the strength they held digging into yourself, and how your shoulders fall a bit from being so hunched up.
âI look imperfect?â You ask him, eyes wide and puppy-like, darting right to him and though they shake slightly, they look towards him for an answer, for reassurance, to detect any lie, to seek for the truth. But also pleading, also begging for him to say just that.
Even if the lie must disguise itself as the truth.
âYou do,â so Yeonjun lies skillfully. âYou look imperfect, boss.â
Thereâs a breath of relief, quiet and subtle, and it comes in a whisper just barely there. Yeonjun keeps you close and presses a palm to your chest, just where your heartbeat strums.
âNow count,â he tells you. âMingyu says counting is good, right? Count until he gets here.â
âIs he coming?â You ask when he takes both your hands to take over where his palm once lay.
âYes,â he lies again. He hasnât made the call yet. âSoon.â
âYou have to stay here.â
âI will.â
âNo one can come in.â
âI know.â
âDonât talk to him, donât let Karl anywhere near me.â
âI wouldnât dare.â
âIâm tired.â
âAlright, come here.â He pulls you in carefully into his lap, in his arms, and you let yourself be warmed and comforted in his arms once more, this time with your back pressed to his chest.
âI donât want to sleep,â you tell him. âThe nightmaresâŚtheyâll come. Heâll come. Heâll visit. And heâll try to make me perfect all over again.â
He. Your father.
âI donât want to be perfect.â It isnât a command, itâs a plea. A desperate cry for help.
âThen donât sleep. But count the heartbeats, yeah? Count.â The soft lure of his voice, gentle, encouraging.
With hands still pressed against your chest, you let your ear tune out everything else in order to hear the beat of your heart so that you can start counting them.
One. Two. ThreeâŚ
Itâs fast and you know that you canât completely count every individual one of them but you try your best to simply concentrate on only that while your eyes stare out at the window a few feet away. The sun shines brightly from the opened curtains and thereâs a small little bird perched on the closest tree.
It jumps onto a branch and rests there with its head moving about in different directions.
There are pretty white clouds up above and one of the bigger ones shapes like a castle and you imagine fairies up there, hiding.
Thereâs another cloud that looks like a cat and another one shaped like a ghost.
The wind blows and your eyes turn back to the bird that flies off.
Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-fiveâŚ
Itâs slowing down, just slightly.
.
.
.
âI heard what happened this afternoon.â
Kiwi keeps you distracted as he nibbles with your finger. You canât recall when heâs decided to hang around you rather than his own master whenever youâre around but at least it gives you a reason to not look someone in the eyes.
âWould you like to tell me what happened from your perspective?â
Thirty-something years old. You canât even remember just how old you are but lately, it hasnât mattered in the slightest because you feel much younger than what you actually are. Like youâre twenty-something. Even a teen. It doesnât feel like youâve aged much.
Your birthday hasnât been celebrated since your time at the Bangtan manor but it doesnât really matter. Nothing really matters.
Because you feel like a kid back under the control of your father, having to do what youâre told, obeying his every command like someone who canât do anything on her own.
Under scrutiny.
âWhat did Karl tell you?â You pop a question of your own, eyes still unfocused, mind still trying to pretend youâre fine, that youâre okay in a room full of strangers.
Thereâs only one stranger but a stranger nonetheless.
âHe said you provoked him.â
âThatâs right.â You donât deny it and instead nod, expression blank so that Alexander cannot tell whatâs going on inside your head. And maybe he does, maybe all of this faking is futile because heâs so wise, but you donât care. You keep still, you keep vague, and you remain cold.
âIs that soâŚ?â He trails off, perhaps thinking, and you can feel his eyes never leaving you. âAnd what was it that you did to have provoked him?â
âI told him something he didnât like.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âThat I killed his best friend.â
âAnd did you?â
âI did.â
âAnd who was that?â
âMy father.â
He pauses, perhaps because he hadnât expected that answer but youâre sure heâs thinking back on the moment when you first mentioned your father to him. The âstoryâ you gave him was that your father passed away and was a good friend of Karlâs, though you never mentioned anything else about it.Â
And now hereâs the answer; you killed him yourself.
âIs that why you let Karl do what he did?â He asks you. âBecause you thought you deserved the punishment for what you did? Some people may not regret their actions but theyâll let the person most affected do something against them. Was that how it was?â
No.
No, not at all.
You didnât let Karl hurt you because you knew heâd be hurt by what you did. You didnât let him hurt you because you thought he at least deserved to lash his anger out on you. Or that you felt bad. Or that you wanted some sort of punishment. Or that you were repenting.
You let Karl hurt you because youâd always let him hurt you, just as youâd always let everyone hurt you.
Because that was how it always was.
A habit.
Being the weaker one, being the one who would chant the words endure, endure because that was what was instilled in you from the moment Mister Butler died. You cannot get out of your habits that easily, you do not just get stronger because you vow to yourself you will.
You donât just get stronger and you certainly donât just decide âI wonât let anyone step over me anymoreâ and succeed on the first try.
Or the second try.
Or the third.
Even the tenth or hundredth time.
You let Karl hurt you because you were used to it and your body, remembering how it always was before your father died, returned to those habits.
The habits of staying still, the habits of enduring all that came at you.
âYes.â But you lie because what else is there to say? You lie because there is nothing else to say. Because you donât want to tell the truth. Because the truth means explaining and explaining means opening up and opening up means trusting and trusting never ends well.
You lie because you have to.
âThat is all there is to it.â You put Kiwi down onto the floor and stand up straight, making sure to look in the old manâs direction with your hands held together in a formal stance. âKarlâs story is the whole truth. I deserved what he did, for killing his best friend, for killing my father.â
His brows are furrowed and you sense doubt in his eyes but because he has no proof and because youâre not willing to share anything else with him, he canât push you too hard about the matter. âWhether that is the truth or not, do you really think a man much older and bigger has the right to hurt a woman younger and smaller in stature? Noââ he fixes his sentence, âdo you think a man is in his right to hurt a woman?â
âA man is capable of hurting anything that he wishes to hurt. He is in the power to do so.â
âYou are strong, Y/N.â He stands to meet your eyes, serious, calm, and collected, but thereâs a little twitch in his brows to indicate that he feels a bit frustrated by the situation. âYou are capable of dodging his attacks. Even if a man were much bigger and stronger than you, you have the brains to outsmart them. You donât look like someone who will easily let someone else step all over you.â
No. You are exactly just that. You are still the little girl you thought had changed. Youâre still weak.
âSo Iâll ask you again, Y/N; why did you let Karl hurt you?â
You hate feeling caged in and right now, despite the fact that only Alexander stands in this room, you feel eyes from all over. And maybe thatâs just you being paranoid, maybe youâre just making it all up in your head, but you hate every bit of it.Â
Every bit of this.
âI gave you my answer, take it with a grain of salt. Do not pretend to be on my side.â And with that, you turn your back to him and walk off without another word.
Alexander doesnât chase after you but you feel his eyes.
Itâs ironic the way youâre supposed to be the one trying to gain his favor and yet this happens; you pushing him away and putting up your walls. And Asher makes sure to remind you of that.
âIsnât the whole point of you being here to gain his favor?â
He stops you in the middle of the hall when youâre heading back to the guest room.
âWhy?â He asks, genuinely curious, maybe even with a bit of genuine concern in that tone.
âMaybe Iâm tired,â you say in a quiet voice.
âOf?â
âOf trying to be likable.â
He hums, considering the answer with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the wall. âAnd that young bodyguard of yours,â he brings up Yeonjun, âhe may be a kid but donât you think he deserves punishment for failing you?â
âNo.â You reply easily and Asher raises a brow.
âYou wonât punish him?â
âI donât blame him.â
He watches you as if you were a strange being, like you werenât making sense, though thereâs a bit of unease that marks his features, some sort of disturbance that troubles his thoughts and you realize that youâve said too much so you start walking again.
âMy people arenât allowed to act unless I tell them to.â
But Asher doesnât want to leave it with just that. âYou wanted my uncle to hurt you?â
âNobody wants to get hurt willingly, Asher.â
âThen what is it?â
Youâre talking too much.
âIt is none of your concern, thatâs what it is.â With that, you pick up your steps and walk into the room before he can push you any further.
Jungkook is in there when you walk in, and although being left in a room with just him should trigger some sort of response, surprisingly you donât tremble that easily and perhaps thatâs due to the fact that somehow, in some way, your body just knows that Jungkook doesnât pose any threat to you. Perhaps because somehow, in some way, youâve learned to put some trust in him in just the slightest way through the times heâs spent acting as your guard.
Itâs been a little over a month.
Mingyu came here prior to your meeting with Alexander and surprisingly you didnât need him as much as you thought you did. You think thatâs because Yeonjun managed to calm you down well, despite his perpetual fear in the beginning. He picked himself up in time, after all, and was there for you by mirroring what Mingyu would have done.
Maybe in some ways, your right hand man has trained all the Reapers in how to respond to you when he isnât around.
He took Yeonjun away for something, though right now you arenât too concerned about it.
â..Kook.â
You feel tired, you feel drained, and thatâs why youâve managed to only call Jungkook by a shortened name.
Heâs responsive at the first call, despite how quiet your voice is, and when he sees that youâve given him permission to come in close contact with you, he doesnât hesitate to walk over to you.
âDo you need something?â
Itâs odd the way you feel some sort of relief heâs as responsive as he used to be all those years ago. Maybe because a part of Jungkook will always remain the way that he always was, maybe thatâs why youâve learned to associate him with a figure that you can put a bit of trust in.
âWhen are they coming?â
âThey?â He tilts his head and when you reach a hand out towards him, he takes it in order to help you because you feel your legs are weak in the knees.
âNamjoon. Them.â He takes you to the bed so that you can lie down.
âIn a month or so,â he replies. âYou said as much time as you need to gain Alexanderâs favor but the latest would be in a month.â
Youâre already winning so whatâs the point in waiting?Â
Itâs been a month, over a month.
You just want to go home already.
âCan you call him?â
Jungkook looks for his phone. âWhat for?â
âTell him to come earlier,â you say, body turned over towards him, cheek against the pillow, eyes drowsy. âIn a week. I donâtâŚKarl hasâŚI want him dead.â
For a second his thumb hovers over his phone to look back over at you and there he finds, the little girl heâs seen holding her walls up so high not even a plane can cross over, beginning to crumble in just the slightest way.
You look exhausted.
The makeup does not hide the bags under your eyes, it doesnât hide the exhaustion, how drained you are over all of this. And maybe a part of that is due to your insisting to stay awake when you needed sleep but a big part of it is the mission itself.
Every mission is a little different from the other, but Jungkook has come to know that every one of them involves someone who has sucked all that sweet girl energy out of you. Theyâve all done you wrong and it canât be easy. It canât be easy having to face all of them one by one, trying to deal with it all, trying to rid of them, and ultimately as a result, hurting yourself in the process.
âKook?â Your eyes went closed for a second but upon his silence, you open them up again in order to look up at him, and due to your exhaustion, he finds the pretty girl he once loved all those years ago with the smallest voice as if calling out for him in a sense of help.
âI-Iâll call.â Heâs flustered, slightly, but hits the call button with his thumb and walks towards the bathroom. âStay awake, alright? I wonât be away for too long.â
He closes the door behind him to start looking around for something just as Namjoon picks up on the other end.
âJungkook?â
âY/N wanted me to tell you to come earlier.â
âEarlier?â Itâs surprising on his end because just the night before, you told him to stick to the original plan. âDid something happen?â Of course something mustâve happened for you to change your mind so quickly.
In some ways youâre just as stubborn as he is, so he knows you arenât someone who will change your mind that easily.
âThis afternoon, uhâŚâ Jungkook hesitates, not sure if itâs okay to relay him the news but something tells him you probably expect Jungkook to not stay silent about it to the boys. They share everything with each other after all, and if you really cared, you wouldnât have let him anywhere near you after what happened. âKarl, you know, after touching her when she felt uncomfortable?â He did mention the incident a few weeks ago to Namjoon already. âWell, Y/N took up his invitation to tea in order to catch up and stuff and I assume she pissed him off.â
Somehow, Namjoon expected that. After all, you hinted at doing something reckless during your call with him.Â
âIâm not sure what happened exactly because I wasnât there but Karl hit her.â
âWhat?â Thereâs some shuffling on the other end. âWhat do you mean hit her?â
âNot just once. She has bruises as a result.â
âBruises?â
âI should get back to her, she might fall asleep but Iâll catch up with you later.â He doesnât wait for Namjoonâs reply before cutting the call off and returning to your side out of worry that leaving you alone for too long wonât be good, and the fact that you might have actually fallen asleep on him.
Surprisingly youâre still awake, though your eyes are as droopy as they were when he left you.
âCan you turn over on your back?â Is the first thing he asks of you and you obey, turning over. The bed dips a little when he takes a seat beside you and thatâs when you feel he begins to take your lashes off.
âYou know thereâs a lot of processes that go into taking off makeup, right?â You tell him when he takes the other one off.
âI know, bub, Iâve done it before.â
Right.
Heâs helped you before.
âSo just stay still, yeah? You donât have to do anything.â
You listen to the lure of his voice, as soft as the way he used to speak to you all those years ago, and let your eyes close as he begins to swipe the makeup wipe over your face. Itâs gentle the way he does it, almost as gentle as Dasom, and although heâs a little clumsy and isnât as fast as she is, he does his best during it all.
When the makeup wipe is done, you feel your hair pushed back and a band coming over to keep it out of the way, then some sort of cloth on your chest and tied behind your neck.
Warm water walks over your face. Bits of it, not too much, not too little, so that you donât get too wet anywhere else, and then the feel of soapy foam begins to rub in circles all over your face. The massage feels nice and you almost feel your consciousness slipping away but you keep awake to the touch of Jungkookâs hands.
About a minute later, he soaks a washcloth into water and starts to wipe the cleanser off you so that you donât have to sit up and wash it off with water yourself.
It takes a moment but eventually, he gets it done, and then you feel a wet cotton pad swipe over next.
Something about all of this, the steps he memorized either for you from the past or the fact that he now does it himself regularly, feels rather domestic and justâŚsoft.
And in your sleepy and tired state, you feel anything but uncomfortable, lured in with the feeling of basking on top of clouds with your head bathing under the warm sun with light little pitter patters of rain sprinkling over you.
You donât know why you enjoy this so much despite how different it feels from when Dasom does it for you, but knowing that your trust is beginning to leak outside of Reapers somehow brings a sort of comfort you never thought youâd feel.
Itâs a little frightening because trusting is always scary, especially for people that had once broken it, but for some reason, it justâŚfeels right.
Somehow.
And maybe thatâs because you know they were never at fault in the first place, that they were just forced into making an unwanted decision.Â
Jung Hoseok would probably be in the same position as they were were he to realize the truth all those years ago. If he hadnât gotten hurt on that mission. If he hadnât been forced to lay on the infirmary bed in order to recover. If he hadnât stood away from the six of them.
Even still, as youâve said it plenty of times before, just because someone doesnât mean them doesnât mean it wouldnât hurt.
In the safe space that they provided you, you were kicked out of your own comfort and forced to return to the hell you thought you had escaped.
âWhy do you not cry?â His voice keeps you awake and when you look up at him through your lashes, eyes feeling quite dreary and heavy, he finds himself pausing in his ministrations as he stares down at you whoâs looking up directly at him.
âWhy do you ask that?â You return a question, voice just as soft.
Jungkookâs eyes trail down your face. âKarlâŚheâŚâ he didnât see what happened but the aftermath of it is right before his eyes. âAnd Leehyun andâŚ..â He presses his lips together. âYou have..so much to cry for.â
â...Do I now?â
âIs there nothing left?â He asks, a hand brushing back small strands of hair that tries to block your eyes.
You donât nod because youâre too tired to move so you nod through a blink. âItâs all dried up.â
From the water that he used to clean your face, a drop falls from your lash and trails down your cheek, mirroring what a teardrop looks like, and then you say, âButâŚif I knew how to cryâŚâŚdo you think you deserve to see them?â
He doesnât reply but you have your answer.
He doesnât feel worthy.
This Jungkook and the Jungkook you once knew long ago are the same in the way they always feel unworthy of something. No matter how many times you can assure him, he will always think there is something he can do better, that he is undeserving, that he can never be enough.
But unlike idiots who simply say âI donât deserve youâ and go about their days after breaking your heart, Jungkook says it and steps up to do what he can to try and prove to himself that he can be someone deserving.
He always did all that he could and when there came a point when he looked as if he could finally come to terms with being at peace with his love for you, it was ripped away from him all too soon and now heâs back to square one, trying to prove himself.
Even if it isnât in the form of love.
Jungkook will always care.
But even still,
âI still hate you.â
It comes out soft, it comes out quiet, and a little timid and a little brave, but you hadnât meant for it to come out.
If you were wide awake, if you werenât in such a vulnerable state, you would have never spoken those words to him. But because your consciousness is on the verge of slipping away, you speak them out loud for him to hear.
âI know.â And he replies in the same voice, the same softness, quiet, and timid, and brave.
He doesnât leave your side even after those exchanges uttered unto each other and you fall asleep next to his presence, next to his comfort, next to his warmth.
.
.
.
Jungkook wasnât there when Taehyung said he witnessed you sleepwalking but he said that it wasnât the sort of sleepwalking youâd see in a normal person. He said you looked like a ghost more than anything, and that at times, youâd just stand still in the middle of the room and not move an inch.
No, not a ghost. A corpse.
And now here he is, after endless refusal to sleep and finally allowing your eyes to stay closed, he witnesses what Taehyung had meant.
A corpse standing still in the middle of the room, blanket over her shoulders, eyes staring up at the dim sky outside the window, blank and without any hint of life in them.
He watches you from a distance, a furrow in his brows, with his tongue bitten back and his fists clenched by his side.
Subtle anger lies in his heart, brewing, not at you but towards the world that has made you into the sort of person you are today. Or maybe it had always been this way, maybe you had always been hurting and he just never noticed, maybe it was always like this all along and maybe, perhaps, they made it worse when they left you all alone to fend for your own self.
Feeding you to the wolves.
Heâs angry not just at the world but at himself and Jungkook knows that if the truth were to ever leave your lips about what actually happened to you, about all the things that youâve gone through, he knows that this hatred he feels right now is only but a small fraction waiting to build up before it all breaks into the tiniest little pieces.
Shattering in the way he had broken you.
Shattered.
The world can only do so much but he encouraged it by standing by, by letting it all fall down onto you, by letting himself be convinced that youâd be fine, that everything would be alright.
But nothing turned out alright.
In the days and months and years that followed your absence, they returned to how things were, returned to loving one another, accepting one another, forgiving one another. But in those days and months and years, he can only imagine what sort of events you had to face.
While they had each other, while they always had each other to lean on, did you have anyone by your side?
The Reapers may be one thing, supporting you and giving you their utmost loyalty, but did they ever hold power over the things that happened to you in the way Namjoon could have handled it? In the way he would have handled it?
âY/N?â You donât answer him when he calls out to you but he expected that so he walks on over to where youâre standing.
Youâre as still as ever, and he approaches with a careful, watchful gaze, hesitant when he reaches a finger over to you.Â
A small touch to the blanket, just over your shoulder, and when you donât freak out or move away from him, he puts two fingers.Â
Then another.
Then another.
And when you donât react to his hand, he proceeds to place a hand on your head and press it towards his chest.
You donât resist.
âCome on, letâs head back to bed, yeah?â And understanding that youâre okay with him even in this lifeless state of yours, because he knows your body is capable of telling the people you trust and donât trust apart, he puts his other hand under your knees and picks you up to carry you over back to the bed.
You comply well with him despite your unresponsive self, and when he tucks you back in with the blanket pulled over your chest, he looks back to see your eyes staring straight toward him. Empty yet lonely.
Vacant.
Not at him but through him, and his heart aches a little at the sight.
âYouâre alright now,â Jungkook whispers. âYouâre alright.â
If Hoseok had been here, would he have been able to do a better job looking after you?
Jungkook wishes he could have been better.
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two is better; ch 2
pairing: f!reader x jungkook, f!reader x taehyung
rating: explicit đ
genre: arranged marriage au, drama, angst, smut, romance, jungkook is bad at feelings (yes, thatâs a genre)
summary: neither of you really wanted to be married to one another, but one maybe wanted it just a smidge more than the other. unable to know where you stand since you donât actually know one another, jungkook takes it upon himself to at least try to make your marriage a bit moreâŚenjoyable for you.
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ch 1 |Â
~*~*~
You shift uncomfortably in your dress, fiddling with your necklace for the upteenth time that evening. Youâre standing off to the side of the Jeonâs business party. They claimed it was a casual gathering where youâd be able to get to know your betrothed better, but the heels youâre wearing and the million business associates that have Jungkookâs undivided attention beg to differ.
You smooth down the skirt of your dress and smile politely at one of the many men surrounding you, slowly making your way toward one of the servers moving about the room. The curious looks youâve been receiving all night have finally unsettled your nerves, your mouth suddenly feeling uncomfortably dry.
âNot running off, are you?â
The charming tone of your fiancĂŠâs (could you call him that?) voice catches you off guard and you spin to face him, one of his hands coming to your elbow to steady you. Heâs wearing a neatly pressed suit, no doubt worth more than you make in a week waitressing, his hair smoothed back, and a gold watch shining on his thin wrist.
He offers you a small smile, nodding hello to some of the men passing by. They, in turn, give you an appreciative onceover, gaze lingering on your cleavage and legs. Youâve never felt more objectified in your life than in this room.
Seeing your discomfort, Jungkook drops his hand to hold yours and squeezes your fingers. He takes a step closer, lowering his voice. âPlease ignore our colleagues. Itâs been a while since theyâve seen anyone as young as one of their daughters at one of these things.â
If heâs trying to make you feel better...he fails. You force a smile and glance away, eyes sweeping the room for a waiter so you can grab a glass of water.
âPlease tell me youâre not mapping an escape route,â Jungkook mutters, eyeing you with what appears to be genuine concern.
You sigh, feeling yourself relax a little when he starts to thumb circles over the back of your hand. âItâs still earlyâŚâ You joke, smile small. âIâm just looking for a glass of water.â
âIs that all?â he questions, holding his glass in the air. A man holding a platter is by his side in an instant, eager for direction. âGet my fiance a glass of sparkling water, please. And a refill of white wine for me.â
He hands the man his empty glass, never moving his eyes off you, taking your other hand in his. He pulls you closer with a grin. âAll you had to do was ask.â
You sigh, a little uncomfortable with the forced affection. âYouâve been busy.â
He frowns, threading his fingers through yours. âIâm sorry. I know youâve been left on your own a lot tonight.âÂ
He grabs your water when the waiter returns and hands it to you before taking his wine. He tugs lightly on your other hand, nodding toward a door across the room.Â
âLetâs remedy that, shall we?â
You frown. âWonât your father be angry you left the party?â
Jungkook snorts into his wine, rolling his eyes. âHe wonât even notice.â
You follow closely after him, holding his hand tighter as he weaves through the crowd. âHow can you be so sure?â
He turns to you suddenly, making you gasp and jostle your glass of water. He smirks and ducks his head down to your ear, breath warm against your skin. âI promise you, I wouldnât steal you away if I thought heâd give a damn. Besides, heâs too busy fucking the help upstairs to notice.â
You feel like the breath gets punched from your gut. Heâs â with all these people here? You feel your mouth go dry for a whole new reason as Jungkook continues to lead you toward the door. The way his father treats women...it bothers you. The objectification alone is something youâre used to as a waitress, but the belief they can have whatever they want whenever they want it?
Ugh.
Jungkook pushes through the double doors, out onto a balcony and gently closes the doors behind them. Itâs cool outside, but itâs quieter out here, separated from the boisterous chatter and light music playing in the parlor. And away from the prying eyes of filthy businessmen.
You step toward the railing, Jungkook releasing your hand as you do, and lean against it. You gaze out at the city, the dark blue sky spattered with the twinkling lights of Seoul in the distance.
Jungkook steps up beside you, shoulder brushing yours, and stares out at the silhouettes of the trees. âCould I ask you something?â
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the jagged profile of his face, the shadows that fall over his cheeks. âYes?â
He stares forward for a moment, eyebrows dipping and lips pressing into a firm line. Eventually, he turns his head to you. âWhen my father said youâd have to quit your waitress jobâŚâ
Your heart sinks and you duck your head, a little ashamed at your outburst the other night. Not that youâre any more okay with quitting your job, you just wish...well, you wish a lot of things.
He turns to you, finger tucking beneath your chin and lifting your head to face him. âPlease look at me.â
You reluctantly meet his gaze.
His eyes search yours, then flit over your face, and back again. âWhy did it upset you?â
You snort before you can stop yourself, surprising both of you. You move your chin from his finger and glance back out at the horizon, grip tightening around your water. âYou mean, why did your father swooping in and telling me what to do with my life upset me?â
âSurely, you knewââ
You spin on him.
âI knew what? That you wouldnât let me keep my job? The one thing that keeps me sane? Or that Iâd be forced to marry a man I donât even know? To move away from my home, from my father, and work for a company I know nothing about?â
Heâs quiet, watching the anger release from your shoulders. âI know this is hard for you...â
You laugh humorlessly, returning to the railing. âI doubt it.â
âBelieve what you want,â he comments lightly, carefully returning to his place beside you, shoulder pressed to yours. âBut this isnât easy for me either.â
You hadnât even thought about what he might feel, but...
âThe other night, with your foot pressed against me, I would have thought this was very easy for you.â
Heâs quiet for a moment.
âWe have a lot to learn about each other, Ms. Shin,â he replies, the use of your maiden name catching your attention. He turns toward the door and touches your shoulder. âI make what I want known, but never take more than whatâs willing to be given.âÂ
His fingers drift to the necklace around your neck, fiddling with the metal draped between your collarbone.Â
âI know the agreement is that youâre meant to be mine, but I will not take you unless you want to be taken. Make your choice and rest assured that whatever you want will be given to you. If this life...after youâve tested the waters...does not meet your standards, I will make sure that you get what you want.â
He lets the necklace fall against your chest and steps away, sipping his wine on his way back through the doors.
You stare after him, at a loss for words and not knowing what to feel. Did he really mean what he said? Would he provide whatever you wanted? Release you from this hell if it doesnât work out? Does he really have that kind of power over his father?
You somehow doubt it, but you canât deny that youâre a little curious to know what heâd do if you did decide to leave.
Even after the party winds down and comes to an end, you canât say you really know your soon to be husband any better than you had before, but you can say one thingâŚyou trust him. At least a little more than you had before.
~*~*~
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