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purpleyoonn · 3 years ago

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Ethereal 2

CHAPTER 2

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: non/con touch, sexual harassment, allusion of death, violence, slight smut, possessive talk, mentions of gore, mental/emotional breakdown,

*Please remember that this is a mafia fan fiction. There will be violence, blood, and other dark themes. If you cannot handle the dark themes, please do not read*

Masterlist // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

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That night you dreamt of a forest. It had started out in your grandmother’s bookstore. You were listening to your grandparents dance to the song that played at their wedding. My Girl by The Temptations was blasting through the small portable speaker you had given them for their anniversary last year.

“Talkin’ bout my girrrllllll, my girl.” Your grandfather sang horribly off key, making your grandmother laugh as you watched on from afar. You were supposed to be cleaning up the shelves, returning the borrowed books into their rightful place.

You carried a handful of books in your arms as you moved through the aisles, placing book after book on the shelves as you passed, the entire store memorized from your summers here. The feeling of heat caught your attention, given Christmas was next week. Your grandparents store didn’t have any sort of air conditioning or central heat, so you were confused.

A loud scream was heard as you dropped the remaining books in your grasp, the books crashing to the floor as you turned and ran towards your grandmother. The entire store had caught fire and you couldn’t see anything, the smoke moving as a filler.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” You screamed hoping one of them would yell back. You continued to move through the flames, trying to get to the spot where you last saw them. But no one was there. You turned in a circle, desperate to catch a glimpse of anyone. Soon the fire was engulfing you, your scream ringing out as you battled the heat engulfing you. You closed your eyes in the hopes that the fire would take you quickly, but that didn’t happen.

Everything was suddenly cold. As if the fire never existed. You opened your eyes to a forest. One you didn’t recognize, having grown up in the forests that surrounded your home. You were frozen in place, confused as to where you were. Walking forward, you began to follow the trail in front of you, hoping to find someone.

A couple minutes pass before you came across the base of the mountain, an even clearer trail laid out. Alarms rang out in your head, but you ignored them, focused on receiving some help.

You make your way to the cave’s entrance, astounded by the lights hanging from overhead. Why would a cave have electricity? You thought. You slowly walked forward, hearing laughter come from further on in the cave.

There were seven men spread out throughout the large room, laughing about something.

“Do you smell that? I think our little dragon is home.” One of the men turned towards you, slightly hidden behind a wall of rock.

“Come out, come out little mate.” They purred, words coming out as a taunt. “You know how much we love to play Hide and Seek.”

You stayed hidden, your breathing becoming erratic as you tried to move back towards the entrance. You made it there only to appear back in the room, the men now standing in front of you.

“Why would you try to run, love? Don’t you love our gifts?” The largest one hummed, bringing his hand to cup your face, his own still hidden by the shadows emitting from the cave. You recognized their voice but could not place where you knew them from.

You were frozen in place again as the men surrounded you, your body becoming hot from their hands on you, pulling at your clothes.

“Don’t you love us, baby? Why would you be a bad mate and try to run from us?” The man behind you spoke, his hand coming around to cup your breasts in his hand, placing open mouthed kisses across the back of your neck as he spoke. A moan escaped your lips, unable to describe the euphoria you were feeling at the touch.

Opening your eyes again, you were on top of a soft blanket, clothes gone as the seven men surrounded you, warming your body with their touch.

“You are so beautiful my love.” You hear as you whimper, a hand pushing your knees open and placing a kiss at your core. All too quickly your lips are pulled apart, fingers spreading you open so another can taste you. A groan escapes you as lips wrap around your clit, sucking you dry of all your nectar.

“You taste so good, my love. But I wonder how you would feel…”

Your alarm wakes you up, jolting you out of your dream and bed. You landed tangled within your sheets on the floor. Your panties were soaked and your heart rate was erratic, still feeling their hands on your body.

This was the third night in a row you had experienced this dream. And every time you noticed something different. The dreams felts so real that you would think it was happening. You had told Chaeyeon what you witnessed the first morning, and she basically told you that you had a sex dream about the boys, and that your body was telling you it wanted to be dicked down by them. You also proceeded to throw a mug at her as she laughed.

Taking her unfortunately good advice, you waited all day at work to talk to them, to apologize for how you had acted at the club. You watched the entrance, hoping they would come in and at least ask for an explanation, but they never showed up. You waited for two days and got your hopes up when you closed for the night and they hadn’t come. It was now day three and you lost hope that you would see them again.

“Don’t stress yourself out. They probably are busy with work or something.” Chaeyeon had tried to tell you, seeing the way you had carried yourself to work that morning.

“Chae, it’s been three days. I messed everything up and now I have to live with the consequences. I’ll admit, I really liked them. I…I really liked them. But it’s probably because I’ve never had anyone interested in me or fight for me before. I’ll get over it.” You say, bringing more books onto the stack already building on your cart.

You had never had a boyfriend before, preferring to spend time with your grandparents or reading than in the company of the boys from your school. Even the ones who showed minor interest turned out to be dares, hoping to win money by asking out the teacher’s pet.

You preferred to read about romance, dream about far off places with knights and dragons. Stories that held happy endings, where the knight marries the princess and they live happily ever after. Stories with endings you knew you would never have.

Before your friend could reply, you were already weaving in and out of aisles, shelving the new stock of books that had been dropped off that morning. You already told yourself that it would be better if you forgot about the boys you had grown feelings for, playing it off as one of the crushes you had experienced before.

Looking at you walk away, Chaeyeon swore that if she ever saw those men again, she would kill them. She felt so guilty, watching you act this way. She was the one who convinced you to go. She was the one who convinced you that they had liked you. And now here you were, avoiding your emotions and reverting to the Y/N who refused to talk when the medics pulled you off the floor in front of your grandparents’ shop and didn’t talk for a month.

You always shut down when you felt too much, becoming silent and going through the motions. You embraced the numbness and used it to your own benefit. If you couldn’t feel, you couldn’t hurt.

And that’s exactly what you did for the next week. You went through the motions, barely even fighting back whenever Seojoon annoyed you or called you old. Didn’t react when a customer came in mad and yelling at you because his book delivery was delayed and couldn’t be fulfilled when he wanted it to. Just shrugged your shoulders when Jiah had accidentally bumped into you, spilling a customer’s coffee all over your jacket, leading to you removing it and your scars uncovered for the rest of the day.

“I can’t handle seeing her like this anymore. If I ever see those boys again, I’m gonna—”

“You are going to do nothing because I’m going to kill them.” Chaeyeon spoke, cutting Seojoon off. The two were leaning against the counter, watching you sweep up the bookstore, getting ready to close for the day.

The longer you were like this, the more people started to notice, usual customer’s coming up to you and asking if you were okay. Your response was always “I’m fine.” A small smile on your face.

-*-*-

“She hasn’t spoken today, Sir. Like yesterday, she just does her job and then goes home with that friend of hers.” Yoojung, one of Jimin’s workers reported again. She was assigned to “do homework” in the café, to keep an eye on you and the store and to report back.

“Thank you Ahn. You may leave.” Jimin sighed, this was not what any of them were expecting to happen. Running his hands through his hair, he stood up from his desk and walked into the meeting room, where the rest of his mates were. He opened the door, walking right into the conversation.

“We can’t do this anymore. She thinks we don’t want her anymore.” Taehyung spoke, slamming his fist down onto the table.

“He’s right. She is spiraling. None of us realized how a human would react to the mate bond being partially formed. And it doesn’t help when someone,” Hoseok spoke, narrowing his eyes to the two maknae’s, “won’t stop messing with her dreams.” Jungkook and Taehyung both have the decency to look at least a little guilty.

“Hoseok, have your cameras caught anything near her shop?” Namjoon asks, turning around from his position at the floor-to-ceiling windows, coming to sit in the chair at the head of the table. Hoseok answered, continuing to tap his fingers impatiently on the table.

“No. Nothing. Which means that something is gonna happen.” Hoseok had the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and his intuition was never wrong.

“When?” Is the only word that is said in response to Hoseok’s comment, Jin becoming anxious at the thought of anything happening to you. By now, all of the boys were ready to drag you to their home and leave you tied to their bed, where no one could ever harm you again.

“Either tonight or tomorrow night. But tonight is the full moon and I wouldn’t doubt it if the moon’s energy was being used to negate our protective sigils.” Yoongi’s grasp around his glass tightened at the thought.

“Yoongi, Taehyung, I want you both with me tonight. I will not take the chance that we leave her defenseless for one more night. I know something is happening that we can’t detect.” Namjoon spoke curtly, leaving no room for discussion.

-*-*-

You had been looking for your phone for the last fifteen minutes, almost completely tearing up the living room and your bedroom in your search.

“Chaeyeonnie! Have you seen my phone? I can’t find it.” You yell for your friend in the kitchen, dinner almost done.

“Not here. The last time I saw it was on the counter at the store.” She yells back, breaking your heart. You didn’t want to return back to the store tonight, ready to just collapse into bed and watch Hotel Del Luna for the tenth time. But you needed your phone to receive the updates on a late shipment.

Getting up off the floor, you make your way into your room, changing back into your clothes from before. Grumbling the entire time, you go to the kitchen to tell Chaeyeon you had to go back to the store to get your phone.

“Just call me as soon as you get your phone, please.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You respond as you pull your shoes on, leaving the apartment. You know she cares, but you felt so crowded by her this past week, her worry for you leaving you overwhelmed.

It took less than five minutes to make it to the entrance of the store, your powerwalk cutting off at least ten minutes. Pulling your keys from your jacket pocket, you unlock the door and make your way to the counter where your phone lies.

“Oh, thank god.” You mutter, bringing your phone to your chest. Your entire life was on this thing. Normally, you wouldn’t be attached to something you could just go to the store and buy again, but this device had the only pictures you had left of your grandparents and parents.

Closing back up, you begin to make your way to the apartment, phone in hand as you call Chaeyeon to tell her you are on your way back.

“Hey Unnie! I’ve got my phone and am on my way back—” You stop as soon as you hear a crash coming from behind you. You go to turn around only to feel arms wrap around you and bring you into the alley you had just walked past. You scream as you drop your phone, your back slammed against the brick wall of the convenience store.

“Now what is a pretty girlie like you doing outside at a time like this?” The man spoke, his breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. You try to move your head away from him but he just grabs your jaw, making you face him.

“Boss, I don’t think you wanna do that.” A voice speaks from behind the man holding onto you. The man brings one hand to rub his thumb along your jaw as he hums.

“And why is that Soomin?” He begins to move your jacket down your shoulder, exposing you to the cold and his calloused hands. Your body shivers in disgust, not wanting him to touch you. Trying to fight back, you are slammed again against the wall, your back surely bruised now.

“Aww is the little girlie cold? I bet I know a way to warm you up.” He speaks again, bringing his lips to mouth against your neck. His hand makes its way to the bottom of your shirt, slowly dragging it up your abdomen with his hand.

You feel his hand make its way to your bra, following the fabric to where it is clasped on your back. A tear drops from your cheek as you feel him undo the clasp, your arms pushing against him doing nothing.

“Please stop.” You beg, his hand no grasping onto your breast has he pushed your bra up. His mouth was still on your neck, no doubt leaving marks as he ruins your skin. A pinch to your nipple makes you whimper again, trying to push him away from you even harder than before.

“Boss, this is the girl Bangtan put on the No Harm List.” The boy you still couldn’t see spoke again, making the man holding you freeze. He drops you to the ground, pushing himself back against the wall opposite you. He begins to shake his head.

“Soomin are you sure?” A shaky breath could be heard from where you sat, pulling your jacket back up. All of a sudden, you feel another presence in the alley.

“Yeah, Soomin. Are you sure?” A voice speaks from the entrance of the alley, making you turn your head to see Namjoon. On either side of him stood Yoongi and Tae, their faces locked on you as you tried to cover yourself.

A growl left Taehyung’s lips as he caught sight of you, his eyes becoming red. A gasp left your lips at the sight of his eyes.

“Kangmin, do you think it is below you to keep track of the No Harm List, or do you have a death wish?” Yoongi spoke, his voice deadly calm. The three of them move forward, the alley becoming crowded.

Taehyung made his way directly to you, helping you up off the ground. Namjoon stood in front of you, creating a barrier separating you from the two men while Yoongi stood directly in front of the man who touched you, his own eyes becoming red.

“Boss, I.. I didn’t know. I haven’t had the time to look at it yet.” The man who violated you spoke, his voice betraying how scared he was.

“So, you do have a death wish then.” Yoongi said. Not even two seconds pass before a gunshot rang throughout the alley, Namjoon and Taehyung blocking the scene form your view.

Taehyung pulls you into his chest, bringing your head into his neck. He lets out a low rumble as he smells the touch of that man on you, now angry that he wasn’t the one to kill him.

“Really Yoongi, you couldn’t have waited until we got her out of the alley?” Namjoon asks his older mate, now worried about how they are going to explain that to you.

“You know as well as I do that if I let him live, the maknae’s would make a mess. Plus, he touched our girl and I couldn’t let that transgression go.” Namjoon remained silent, agreeing with his mate and turned to face the other in the alley.

Yoongi followed his lead and pushed the man against the wall, like the now dead man did to you, shifting some of his features to get a rise out of the man. Namjoon turned his head to Taehyung, nodding. Taehyung takes that as his cue and picks you up.

You grunt as he moves you into his arms, your arms moving to grasp onto his neck and shirt. You don’t have time to fight against him when you are placed into the backseat of a car, Taehyung sitting down with you in his lap.

“Now…what do we do with you?” Yoongi hummed, moving his face close to Soomin’s shivering form.

-*-*-

You practically leap from his lap, covering yourself with your jacket as you try to create as much distance between you two as possible. Your mind was going too fast for you to comprehend, trying to make sense of what you just saw. People’s eyes don’t just turn red and they certainly don’t grow horns out of their head.

You jolt back even further against the seat of the car when you feel Taehyung’s hand on your knee. He raises his arms, trying to calm you down. This was exactly what they didn’t want to happen. He watches as you bring your hands to your hair, pulling down on your scalp as your breathing becomes shaky.

“Y/N, doll, please.” He pleaded you to calm down and take deep breathes, but that was the last thing on your mind.

“No Taehyung! What was that? What is a No Harm List and why am I on it? Why did your eyes turn red? Why did horns come out of Yoongi’s head?” You cried out, pushing him away from you. He froze, your punches to his chest doing nothing as he tried to figure out a way to explain everything to you. He didn’t want to lie, but he knew he should wait for Namjoon to come.

So, the only solution he could come up with right now was to let you get your frustrations out, even if it was at the expense of his chest. Yes, he may be a dragon, but they can still get hurt. So, he knew he would have some bruising tomorrow. You were surprisingly strong for a human, but you also wore out fast, your punches quickly turning into soft taps as you began to sob. Taehyung’s heart broke at the sound.

Your sobs began to quiet down as the door to the car opened, Namjoon and Yoongi moving to sit in the seats in front of you, moving them so they could face you in the back. Their own hearts broke at the anguish on your face, looking to Tae for answers.

“She saw, Hyungs.” The two older dragons didn’t need to ask for clarification, they already knew what you saw. Yoongi brings his hand to his face, rubbing his forehead as he tried to come up with an explanation.

“Y/N, we are so sorry about this. About everything. This was not how we wanted everything to happen.” Namjoon began, looking you in your eyes, making sure you were listening to him. You were still in Taehyung’s arms, too tired to move away from them, feeling eerily safe in his embrace. You knew you should be mad, angry even, but something was holding you back, confusing you even more.

“Please, just give us a chance to explain—”

“Explain what? That you can grow horns and change your eye color? That for over a week I waited for you to come into the shop, to talk to you and see you again and you just ignored me. I was so sure that you didn’t want to see me again and that I needed to get over my stupid crush. And then suddenly you just show up and save me from being raped, claiming that I am your girl! You can’t just ignore me and then claim me!” You scream, cutting off Namjoon.

“Yes. We will explain everything, just let us take you back to our place and we can explain.” Your eyes widened, thinking you wouldn’t be receiving any kind of explanation, that they would just take you back to your apartment.

Mulling over it, you decide to let them bring you back to their house. You know you deserve an explanation, especially after being almost raped by one of their men, you think? The rest of the car ride was silent, their eyes watching you the entire time. Normally, this would make you uncomfortable, but you actually loved their attention, even wanting more of it.

You shake your head a little bit, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. Ever since you met them, you are feeling and experiencing things that you normally wouldn’t, feeling completely safe and at ease in a stranger’s company. Said strangers who had you infatuated from the start.

It would be another ten minutes before you arrived at a large mansion, big gates separating the property from the outside. Trees surrounded the property, giving the mansion an eerie effect as the large windows reflected the image of the Han River in its wake. You were absolutely amazed at the size and scale of the building, earning yourself a small chuckle from Taehyung, who had noticed your gaze locked on their home. Soon to be your home, he thought, in love with the idea of waking up to you every morning.

Once the car is parked in front of the entrance, a small stout man comes out of the front door and opens the car door wide open for you to exit. You look at Taehyung, still seated next to you, receiving a nod and a hand on your lower back, helping you to exit the car. You wait for the others to exit, Tae’s hand still resting on your lower back where he could feel you relaxing into his touch.

Once you are all out of the car, the small man closes the door back up and escorts you to the foyer.

“Thank you, Choi.” Namjoon says, bow slightly to the older man.

“My pleasure Sir’s and Madam.” The man, Choi, bows to you, then makes his move to a room slightly off the entrance.

“Come, the rest are already waiting for us.” Namjoon spoke softly, replacing Taehyung’s hand as he gently guided you to a hallway to the right of the grand staircase.

“Joon…” You whisper, now hyper aware of his touch on your back, where that man had touched you in the alley. He seemed to know exactly where your thoughts are going, a rumbling making its way out if his chest. His grip gets tighter, Yoongi now wrapping his arm around your waits, pulling you into his side. They both make you forget what you were doing, your dream coming back to your thoughts.

You knew you had recognized the people in your dream. Their voices ones you had been anxious to hear for a week. Their touch something you had been undoubtedly craving in their absence. Their touch makes you remember the way their hands had guided your legs open, the way his tongue had made you feel.

Yoongi smirked at the way you shivered into his hold. He knew you were putting the pieces together in your mind, too smart for your own good. However, he was sure you were thinking about the dreams they had been implanting in your subconscious. Dream walking was an old dragon trick, something their parents had done to them to guide them and remind them of the old magic.

Those dreams…oh man. At first, they weren’t going to do anything physical or intimate in the dreams, but like always, the thought of you had them all carried away. Jungkook and Jimin especially were excited to be able to hold you and have their way. But they never managed to do anything with you, well, besides him.

Yoongi’s smirk grew, remembering the way you tasted on his tongue had him mad, grabbing Jimin to use as his own toy. Jimin’s tongue was one of his favorite ways to get off, the younger knowing exactly how to use it to his advantage, letting the older fuck his cock into his mouth for hours.

You breathed in as Taehyung opened the door in front of you, Namjoon and Yoongi leading you into the room where the rest of the boys were waiting for you to arrive. The second you stepped into the large room; Jin was in front of you.

“Oh my goodness, thank god you are alright!” He placed his hands on your jaw, tilting your head every which way, scanning for any injuries. When his eyes landed on the bruises on your neck, they immediately darkened, a low growl building in his chest at the sight of the fingerprints on your jaw and the small bruises making its way down your neck to your collarbone, still slightly damp with saliva.

Stepping back, he noticed how disheveled you looked, and that your bra was undone, shirt showing the skin of your lower abdomen.

“Kim Namjoon, you did not tell me that some stupid mortal had the audacity to touch our girl, now did you?” The way Jin spoke gave you goosebumps, his eyes solely locked on your own as he spoke to Namjoon.

“I assume he is disposed of. Otherwise, I might have to let the maknae’s out for some…fun.” You could hear the excited chatter of the younger men at the prospect of being able to unleash their anger, but your focus was locked on the man in front of you, his eyes red like Taehyung’s were in the alley.

“Ah yes, I do believe we have a lot to talk about, don’t we, baby girl?” Despite the short time you had known them, your heart fluttered at the pet name. You could feel your panties become wet at the idea of him calling you that in bed, as he rammed his cock into your dripping heat, the dream giving you some not-so-safe thoughts. You watched as Jin’s nostrils flared, as if he could smell your arousal. God, that would be embarrassing. You cleared your throat, realizing how quiet the room became, all eyes on you.

“Umm, can you please explain to me what is going on?” You ask to no one in particular, just wanting answers. Your words seemed to snap everyone out of their stupor. Jin moved to bring you to take a seat on the sofa he was previously sitting on, taking his spot to your right ad Jimin rushed to sit on your left. This left the rest of the boys grumbling under their breath, upset at the fact they weren’t quick enough.

“Y/N, before we explain, know that we had no intention to hurt you. I know it may seem impossible what we are about to tell you, but we would never lie to you.” Namjoon began, waiting for you to nod before he spoke again.

“Our journey began in the mountain range behind this house, deep in the caverns of Bukhansan. Our parents had grown up together, part of the same clan. We had always known of our bond, unable to be separated even as babies. Our bond had only deepened and grown as were grew older.” Namjoon began before Jin continued the story.

“When I turned 18, I was finally able to hear my dragon, his words explaining to me the bond between the seven of us. We lived together, moving into our own cave and getting lost in each other’s touch as we explored our bond. But after Jungkook turned 18 and met his own dragon, we soon realized there was still something missing in our bond.” You began to grow confused, taking in the idea of dragons existing, but also realizing that it makes sense.

All of the small things they did, the little growls and signs of possessiveness they showed whenever you spoke to another male. The horns coming to mind as Yoongi spoke where Jin left off at.

“The night Jungkook turned 18, our dragons came together and told us we had another mate, another heart entwined in our bond. We searched for that person for years, knowing we would find them as soon as their smell attracted us. Dragon’s usually find their mates by scent, each person having their own unique scent that pertains to them, an indicator of sorts. We had moved to a new place every couple years, searching. But after a while, we lost hope. We settled in Seoul and built an empire.” Hoseok spoke next, drawing your attention to the fireplace behind Jungkook.

“We built Bangtan up from the floor, procuring restaurants and clubs for business, as a front for our more…illegal activities. For over a hundred years we have been in control of Seoul, the police under our payroll as well as the government officials. We hadn’t shown our face in the public for years, using the dark of night to pay visits, until Namjoon met you at your store. From then on, we knew we had to keep an eye on you, make sure nothing happened to you.” You turned your head to your left as Jimin spoke.

“Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung placed protective sigils around your store, Hobi hyung kept an eye on the street cameras. We waited weeks to finally ask you on a date, knowing that human courting rituals were nothing like our own. If you had been a dragon, you would have already been naked in our clan’s hoard as we took you one by one.” He was cut off by a slap to the head from Jin, glaring at his hyung before muttering an apology and starting where he left off.

“We wanted you to feel comfortable, so we invited your friend, Chaeyeon, as well. And through her, we knew you were already feeling the effects of the bond, surprising us all. After seeing you that night, we had made plans to talk to you and explain everything, but we got carried away.” Jimin motioned to Taehyung and himself, making you remember what events drove you out of the club that night.

“When the bond between two mate is activated, partially or fully, fate begins to play its games as the bond leads you to them. That night, our bond became partially activated, my dragon driving me to complete it. I am sorry that I let my dragon take control of the situation. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.” Taehyung pauses, taking a breath in before continuing, watching your expressions as he did.

“When you left the club, we all came back here to figure out or next course of action. We decided to add your name to our No Harm List, ensuring that our members would keep an eye out for you and keep you safe. Obviously, some people are incompetent and don’t keep themselves updated.” Taehyung spoke, referring to the man who touched you and how he had to be told by his henchman that he was about to rape the only person that the Kim’s cared about besides themselves. You looked to Jungkook, seeing as he was the only person who hasn’t spoken yet.

“We wanted to give you space, not wanting to push your or force you into forgiving us. We didn’t want the bond to cloud your own feelings and judgements. While the bond itself does not force feelings, it enhances the ones you already have. So, we thought giving you time would help you to be able to work through your feelings without influence, obviously we were mistaken. We are sorry about that. But make no mistake, we want you. We want you so much.” Jungkook finished, his last words spoken with so much fervor, you had to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

Taking a second to take everything in, you moved to look back at Namjoon, his posture and aura reminding you of someone with authority, his eyes piercing your soul.

“So let me get this straight. You all are dragons, run some sort of mafia business, and I am your last soulmate?” You ask, trailing off at the end once you catch the men looking at you, nodding at your words. You sat back against the sofa, taking in their nods.

“The way that I’m feeling, I… Is it real?” Your words coming out shaky.

“How are you feeling?” Jin asks, twisting his body to face you.

“I’m not sure,” You begin to blush. “I feel…safe whenever I’m with you. Gosh, that night at the club I wanted to jump your bones!” You exclaim, before slapping your hands over your mouth, not believing you just said that. A smirk crosses their faces as they watch you, your face red and thighs clenched together.

“Oh, you wanted to jump our bones, hmm?” Jimin whispered, his arm resting on Jin’s thigh as he leaned over you. “I think we can arrange something.”

“Jimin.” Yoongi spoke, wanting to finish the conversation and know you understand everything before he lets the younger ones take their time ravishing you. Jimin pulls back, resting his back against the arm of the sofa, watching you squirm under his hooded eyes.

“I’ve been trying for weeks to forget about you, thinking you had gotten tired of me after the club and decided to pursue someone else. But the entire time, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I blamed it on the fact that you were the first men to show any interest in me. I thought you were a simple crush I could get over eventually. Slowly, you became all I thought about and I hated it. Only to find out you are my soulmates and that the bond only enhances feelings that are already there.” You wave your hands around, emphasizing your words as you spoke. Taking in a deep breath, you speak again.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one feeling this way. Please tell me that I’m not crazy for feeling so deeply about you all so early.” You are about in tears at this point, overwhelmed with emotions and wanting to prove to yourself that you aren’t crazy. I hated showing any part of myself to the world. I learned early on, watching how your mother struggled with herself and people taking advantage of her kindness, that being vulnerable would get you nowhere.

Jin pulled you into his arms, his hand coming up to pet you hair, something your mother did to you whenever you got overwhelmed as a small child. He rocked you side to side, his voice soft as he spoke.

“No, baby. You aren’t crazy at all. We had no clue how you would react; dragon bonds are not common with humans so there isn’t much record we could go off of to have an idea of how your body would react.”

“As a human, we knew your end of the bond would be dulled in comparison to ours. Dragon’s feel everything with our souls. We feel so deeply that we may come off as obsessed or impulsive. Everything that you feel, we feel it tenfold.” If your bond to them is dulled, you don’t even want to know how they are feeling right now. But a question still made you a little wary.

“I have one more question…why do I feel so calm about this? I should be freaking out right now. I mean, dragons shouldn’t exist. They are a myth or were a myth. So why do I feel so safe when I should be running for the hills?” You look to Namjoon again, hoping he may have an answer to your question.

“You feel calm because the bond is enhancing your feeling of safety. Your soul knows we would never do anything to harm you and that we are telling you the truth. Your soul is helping to bring you comfort.” You nod at his explanation, his words making sense to your tired and exhausted brain, even though you have absolutely no clue how your soul would know these things. You open your mouth to ask another question, but you are soon cut off by Jin.

“No more questions for tonight. You may feel calm and relaxed with us but I can’t ignore that while you weren’t under our radar, you were almost raped.” His statement makes you feel the echoes of the man from the alley, his hands on your breast, mouth on your neck. You shiver at the feeling, bringing your hand to your neck only to remove it at the sticky feeling.

Suddenly you are completely overwhelmed with emotion, as if your body waited until it felt safe to react to the alley. Tears in your eyes, making a path down your cheek, you stand up, trying to wipe away his touch from your neck. Hands held onto you as you began to scratch at your skin, the feeling of his lips on your neck still all too real.

“Shhhh…shhhhh. Taehyung, go get the shower started, Hoseok, get her a pair of clothes. Jimin’s would probably be good for now until we can get her clothes.” You feel someone pick you up, probably Jin by the sound of it, still giving orders as he moved. Quieting his voice, you knew he was speaking too you, trying to calm you down.

“No one is going to touch you while you are with us. We will do everything in our power to keep you safe. We will lock you up here if we must. For now, let’s get you showered, dressed, and in bed.” You calm down enough listening to him, being in his arms, for you to notice you are entering a bathroom, the shower on and clothes on the counter waiting for you. Jin puts you down, your feet touching the cold tile floor. He moves to feel the water temperature, nodding to himself before making his way to the door.

“Okay baby, the towels are under the cabinet, shampoo and conditioner and whatever else you might want are in the shower. I’ll be outside the door if you need me, okay?” He opens the door, about to leave when you move to grab onto his suit sleeve.

“Please. Please don’t leave me.” You plead, not wanting to be alone right now. His face softened at your tone; he could tell you were truly scared. After all the time he spent watching you, he had never seen you so vulnerable. Oh, that man is lucky I didn’t kill him…I would have dragged it out, he thought. Jin closed the door beside him, moving to your shaky form.

“May I?” He spoke, gesturing to your clothes. You just nodded, unsure if you would be able to utter a response. You were also acutely aware of the fact you were shaking, body and mind now reacting to the events of the past week. Jin’s heart broke again at the sight of you, so unsure of everything.

He knew under different circumstances that he would have ravished your naked body at first sight, bringing you into his den and joining your souls together, but for tonight, the thought didn’t even cross his mind. He just needed to make sure you were okay. If that meant staying by your side and helping you shower, then he would do just that.

Jin helped you out of your clothes before throwing them outside, reassuring you that Jungkook would burn them, before helping you into the shower. He went to close the door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom but was stopped at your hand on his sleeve. Your eyes pleading with him to stay with you. The things you do to him. He brought his hands up, reassuring you again that he would not leave your side.

Your eyes were locked with his own the entire time, Jin began removing his clothes as quick as he could, the bond burning as his dragon sensed your stressed state. His dragon had no problem threatening him, trying to get him to hurry up and take care of his mates needs. And what you needed right now, was comfort.

You needed to know that someone was willing to care for you, and about you, when you needed them. He knew that you had no more family left, and that you believed that when it came down to it, no one would save you. And he was more than determined to prove you wrong.

Finally unclothed, you watched as he moved, stepping under the hot water and closing the shower door behind him, keeping eye contact with you the entire time; another reassurance that he would be there with you.

Jin was soft, the only word you could think to describe him. His eyes never once held any other tone to them other than love. He held you as you cried, keeping you upright when you just wanted to collapse against his chest. He massaged the coconut scented shampoo and conditioner into your hair, the exact ones you used at home.

His skin was soft, your arms holding onto his own as he washed your body, his eyes seeking approval every time he came to close to your breasts. His focus being to clean your body of another man’s touch, to cleanse you of everything but him and the rest of his mates, a purely selfish concern. But it wasn’t, he told himself. He wanted to make sure you felt comfortable in your skin.

His touch was soft as he used his hand to massage lotion into your skin when you had finally exited the shower. He took extra care when handling your burns, noting that you didn’t flinch away from his touch, unlike at the club with Taehyung. He hoped you realized that they wouldn’t hurt you, that they loved you for who you were, and not what you looked like on the outside.

His touch brought safety; reassurance that you weren’t alone.

-*-*-

Jin closed the door quietly behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form.

He was just able to get you to sleep, holding you until you passed out from pure exhaustion. You didn’t want to sleep, too afraid of your dreams. You had been dreaming of your grandparents’ death for a while, even before they started dream walking into your subconscious. While their dream walking had put an end to it, you had no clue, thus still afraid. He couldn’t get you to tell him about your dreams, but he already knew.

He sighed, wishing he was able to do more for you. He made his way to the living space, where they had brought you originally. His mates were already on the couches, aside from Jungkook who was making sure the man, Soomin, was doing as he was told. They could not have an incident like this ever happen again. If it did, he would give Jungkook and Hoseok full autonomy to do what they wished.

“Is she okay?” Jimin asked, peering up at him from his place in front of Yoongi, his mouth making a popping sound as he pulled away from his mate’s cock. He needed a reason to not to rush to your side, inevitably overwhelming you, and Yoongi needed some type of release, his body urging him to go and decimate Kangmin’s entire group. It was a win-win situation, Jimin got a distraction and Yoongi got his release. Well, until Jin walked in. Jimin kept his hand around Yoongi, slowly bringing him to his release while he listened to the others talk.

“She is fine for now. She finally passed out. She wouldn’t let me leave her sight, literally. She had to have a hand on me at all times.” The others take this information in, even Yoongi. Jin’s words making him even more upset than before, he brings his hand to Jimin’s head and moves his head back down onto his cock. He needed more, and Jimin’s hands were not cutting it.

Everyone ignored the gagging noises coming from Jimin, knowing how Yoongi was and slightly turned on by the sounds. They continued talking even when Yoongi finally came down the younger’s throat, a moan making its way out of Yoongi.

“Now that you are done, and not wanting to finish off Kangmin’s group” Namjoon looked pointedly to Yoongi, making sure he knew how disappointed Namjoon was at the thought. “We need to talk about Y/N.” The others nodded in agreement, Yoongi walking to the group as he fixed himself back into his pants, kissing Jimin as he got up off the floor.

“I already stopped by her apartment and grabbed necessities for her. Chaeyeon was not happy, but after I told her we saved her, she was more lenient. She made me swear to not hurt Y/N again or she would string me by my intestines like a pinata.” Yoongi and Hoseok laughed at that, Hoseok slapping his knee as he gasped for air.

“Oh my god! I’m so stealing that!”

“I have to admit, if Chaeyeon wasn’t a friend of Y/N’s, I would definitely recruit her to train under me. She can be scary when she wants to be.” Yoongi spoke, entirely enthused with the idea of the small brunette scaring men twice her size into submission.

“Anyways, I told her that we would keep Y/N with us for a couple of days, maybe more if Y/N wished to stay.” They all nodded at Namjoon’s words, hoping that you wouldn’t ever want to leave.

“Well, if everything goes to plan, our little dragon won’t ever leave.” Taehyung spoke up from his spot in the recliner, papers in hand.

“Well, if everything goes according to my plan, she won’t ever want to leave our bed.” Jimin stated, thinking of all the ways he could keep you there. Ropes, he would definitely need ropes.

“For now, her body is going to be adjusting to the bond, now that she is going to be in our home, surrounded by us. She will start to feel the full effects of the bond, still dull though as she is not of our kind. We just need to be prepared for anything. And that doesn’t mean using her body against her.” Namjoon stated, eyeing the maknaes, knowing they would try anything they could to get her into their den.

“Her body will begin to react to ours even more. Based off my research, her body will soon be begging her to complete the bond. But we must remember, we go at her pace. Take things as slow as she needs, we wait for her to initiate or vocalize her needs.” Namjoon made sure to look everyone in the eye, needing the confirmation that they heard and understood him.

Once he received their confirmation, everyone was dismissed. He, Yoongi and Jin made their way to you, the older dragons needing to talk but Hoseok, unfortunately needing to deal with an alarm that rung from his computer software, made his way to his office.

You were still sleeping when they sat around you, a soft small on your face, your body reacting to their presence. Namjoon moved to sit next to you, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of partially dried hair behind your ear. Your body reacted faster than he thought, moving to follow his touch, bringing yourself closer to him.

“She is already reacting to our touch. I thought it would be a couple more days before her body would begin to react like this.” Namjoon spoke, looking up at Jin and Yoongi.

“It would almost make sense, seeing as we are a mated group, not pair like most dragons.” Jin questioned, bringing up all of the other mated pairs he had seen before.

“Jin’s right. Because of our mated group, her body is reacting to the bond that ties her soul to seven others. I think because of this, the bond is going to work quicker, the soul and bond wanting to be complete.” Jin and Namjoon nodded at Yoongi’s words, now understanding the new situation at hand. If your body was reacting this quickly to the bond, it would only be a matter of a couple of days before your body will began to search for them, bond needed to be completed.

If they don’t complete the bond soon, your soul will take it as rejection, your body heating up from the inside out. The pain completely unforgiving as your soul reacts to the rejected bond. The others seem to be thinking the same thing, nods shared throughout the room, a plan in hand as the leave you to sleep.

-*-*-

The sunlight coming through the blinds makes you groan, turning over to get away from the relenting light. You just wanted to go back to sleep, finish the dream you were having. You push your head into your pillow, hoping the warmth would dull you into a light sleep. A laugh shocks you out of your sleep induced daze.

“Baby, if you wanted to cuddle, all you had to do was ask.” A voice spoke from above you, a light chuckle following. You push yourself away from the warm voice, now almost on the edge of the large bed.

Jimin sat there, hands locked behind his head as he lounged on the pillows, a smirk on his lips as he saw you wearing his clothes. Different circumstance, he thought, wishing you were wearing his clothes after a different turn of events.

He thought you looked adorable though, glad he won the game to be able to be there when you woke up. Your hair a curly mess, falling asleep without drying it completely, and your face slightly swollen, a result of the good sleep you had. His smirk quickly turned into a smile, glad that he would be able to wake up to this sight everyday soon.

“Um, what are you doing here?” You questioned, still in somewhat of a daze.

“This is my house, love. I can be anywhere I’d like.” Ahh, that makes sense. You remember falling asleep in Jin’s arms, holding you to his chest.

“How are you feeling? I know this isn’t exactly a normal situation.” Jimin questioned, the look in your eyes giving away your thoughts. He got up, moving to the dresser in the center of the wall to get you some of Jin’s clothes to wear. They would be big on you, but it gave him something to do whilst he waited for you to gather your thoughts.

You watched as Jimin moved throughout the room, gathering items into his arms as he went from place to place. You were coming to terms with everything, from the dragons to being mates. But you still were unsure if things were moving too fast. It still seemed impossible that you could feel so at peace with them in such a short time.

How could you fall in love with them so quickly when you barely knew them? You questioned yourself. You didn’t even really know what love is. Yes, you had seen it before, with your parents and grandparents, but you had never felt it on a romantic level.

“Here baby, get dressed in these and then we can go downstairs to the kitchen. You didn’t eat anything yesterday and you need to eat something.” Jimin handed you the clothes he was looking for, making sure they would somewhat stay on your frame, before walking out the door, not giving you a chance to say anything. You figured it would be smart to listen to the man, so you followed his orders, before opening the door. He was leaning against the wall opposite the door.

“Good girl.” He spoke, causing you to shiver a little bit. You had hoped he didn’t catch that, but you were proven wrong when he smirked again. What is with this man and smirking? He held his hand out to you, your own reaching out before you could even think. His actions didn’t falter, his fingers quickly entangling themselves with yours and leading you down the stairs into their kitchen.

You loved baking and were used to your grandparents’ small kitchenette. But this…this was something you would see inside a catalogue. The room could have honestly been the size of your and Chaeyeon’s apartment. Walking in, your come face to face with a large cabinet, the window-like door’s showing you the abundance of alcohol the boys owned. To your left, two industrial size ovens sat side by side.

There was so much counter space that you were sure you could bake for a large party and still have at least two counters still empty. The fridge…you had no words to describe it. The doors were sleek, black and had a touch screen that showed a visual list of what was inside. A single touch, proven by Jimin, showed that once you double tapped on the screen, the list was cleared and the fridge soon looked like a normal one. A full wet bar sat across from the fridge and ovens, eight bar chairs situated evenly in front of the counter.

Sat in the middle of the entire kitchen was a large marble topped island. You couldn’t even control your expression at the sight. This was literally your dream kitchen. You had always wanted a big family, having no siblings and very few friends or cousins to play with. You had far off dreams of being a stay-at-home mom, one of the mom’s that helped with school bake sales and took their kids to soccer games. But after the fire, that dream became less of a reality and more of what it really was: a dream.

You sat at the island where Jimin told you to, the dragon secretly glad that you listened so well, while he made you breakfast. Well, more lunch really, as you woke up at 11:30. You were amazed at how well Jimin seemed to move around the kitchen, like he was in it a lot. And to be quite honest, you found it attractive as hell how well he looked when cooking.

You soon found yourself entranced with his behind as he leaned into his hip. His ass, you determined, was a gift from the gods. You placed your head into your palm, resting on it as you respectfully glanced (read: stared without blinking) at his marshmallow of an ass. You were so lost in a daze that you didn’t realize Jimin had turned around, plate in hand.

“Baby girl, if you wanted to see my ass, all you had to do was ask. I’ll even let you take a picture.” Your face was now almost as red as the strawberries on your plate, completely embarrassed that he had caught you staring. He sat the plate down in front of you, the pancakes and fruit making your stomach growl at you, embarrassing you even further.

Jimin was not having it though, either not caring that you were humiliated or not even realizing it. He moved to bring another chair next to you and sat down. His knees making their way in between yours as he scooted even closer to you. He grabbed your fork from your hand and picked up some of the pancake, bringing it to your lips.

“Open up baby.” He spoke, his voice low as you listened, eating the piece off the fork. He feeds you every bit of food this way, taking some bites of his own in between. However, the whole time, he doesn’t take his eyes off you, making sure you swallow everything. He needed to know he was able to provide for you; he needed you to know he was a good mate that could provide you with what you needed.

And you seemed to understand that quickly, watching him take the time to wipe your mouth of any syrup or fruit juice. He always wiped your hands off, even though he is the one who fed you. It was kind of nice having someone take care of you, even if you didn’t need it.

The both of you were on the couch watching some show Jimin had put on when the other’s got back. You had wondered where they had gone and had asked Jimin only for him to tell you that he didn’t know, but not to worry about it. However, someone else walked in behind them that you weren’t expecting.

“Y/N-ie!! Oh my god, you’re okay! I was so worried!” Arms wrapped themselves tightly around you, the impact almost causing you to fall back into the couch if it weren’t for Jungkook keeping you steady, his own hand placed on your lower back.

“Okay, Chae-unnie, you’re choking me.” You manage to get out in between her mutterings.

“Oops! I’m sorry” She finally pulls back from you, tilting you every which way making sure you were okay and that the boys weren’t lying to her.

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but how did you know where the boys were?” You asked her, Jimin already telling you that Namjoon had spoken to her last night and told her what had happened.

“She didn’t.” Yoongi spoke, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“She found us in the middle of a job, nearly letting the Kang’s get away from us again.” Your eyes widened at Taehyung’s words.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad, stop being so dramatic. You still got them, didn’t you?” Chaeyeon spoke again, her eyebrow raised in Yoongi and Hoseok’s direction.

“What?! What do you mean?” You turn to Jungkook, who is still behind you. “Does she know about your…business?” You whisper to him.

“Yeah babe, she knows. She figured it out.” He whispers back, shaking his head at your silent question. Okay, so she knows about their mafia business, but not dragons, you thought.

“It’s not like you guys really tried to keep it quiet. You know, for big bad mafia leaders, you sure aren’t as secretive or unnoticeable as you guys might think you are. I’ve known since the club, I just didn’t have any proof. I mean, who has some guy in a suit and sunglasses bring their prospective girlfriend and her friend to the VIP booth of a club?” Chaeyeon does have a point. Who does that?

The boys groan at her sentence, wondering what they did in the past to end up with her as your best friend. You just laugh at her words, not surprised at her attitude towards them. She continues a tangent about how stupid the boys are, not covering their tracks or work up with anything; how she figured out everything so quickly.

“I’m surprised no one else has figured it out to be honest.” You had never seen the boys so uncomfortable. You were highly amused at Chaeyeon tearing them down, knowing that they had probably never been told off by anyone before, and knowing that it was Chaeyeon doing it, made everything better.

“Okay, we get it, we are stupid and don’t cover our tracks. Anything else?” Yoongi asked sarcastically towards your friend, not actually expecting an answer. But Chaeyeon obviously ignored the insinuation.

“Yeah actually, when do you plan on properly asking out my friend? Because after everything you’ve done, I expect it to be a grand proposal.” Eyes widening at your friend, you slapped her arm in shock.

“What the heck?”

“Don’t worry, Chaeyeon-ssi. We’ve already got everything planned.” This remark makes you blush, your face becoming a strawberry once again.

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Chapter 1

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, eventual smut, war

Word count: 8.000 ~

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: discussion of war and tactics, pinning, mentions of a minor character death, some swearing, mentions of violence, demon references, mentions of medical therms and places as morgue, hospice, diabetes, etc., mild angst?, a bit of non-con(just a hint nothing major) – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s notes: Hello to everyone who reads that! Thank you for being here! ❤️ It’s my first time posting something for others to read even though I’m writing for a few years now. I would like to hear your opinion on what’s here 😊

I would like to say a special thank you to @you-are-my-joy for being an amazing author and inspiring me to write something and finally post it. Also for taking an initial look at my writing and reassuring me. Thanks once more for being kind to your readers and spoiling us with your story ❤️

Here it goes!

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It was late evening in Doordale. A small ugly creature was standing in front of the door made of massive oak. He finally decided to knock.

"Master… Sir. Excuse me…" he knocked three consecutive times.

From inside came a low grunt and woman's laughter. A second later the door opened. A broad-shouldered tall man stood in front of the creature.

"Lucrious… I warned you. Today I'm-" he looked inside the room and then turned his head back to the small demon. "I'm busy if it's not obvious enough."

Lucrious bowed deeply.

"Excuse me Master. I have a message for You from the High Council." The demon eyed his Master. He was naked safe for a towel that hung low on his hips. His hair was raven black and pushed back revealing the forehead. The colour contrasted with the man's golden skin. His toned body towered over the servant’s.

The Master seemed annoyed.

"So is that so important that you have to cut short my evening activities?"

"Yes Sir. The High Council, they sent me to inform you that Your legions are failing at the defence on the North border. They want You to return to the front with reinforcements."

The good playful mood of the higher demon dropped immediately. Those three sentences changed his demeanor completely. Displeasure crept up the demon's face.

"Those imbeciles…" he gritted his teeth. "No. Forget it. Thank you for informing me" he turned his back on the messenger. "Still… I'm not planning on returning to the front. I'm busy" he repeated. "Tell Yoongi to do whatever is necessary. I will come to the meeting tomorrow with those high idiots."

The demon fixed his towel and stepped back inside the room slamming the door behind him.

Lucrious bowed once again and continued to stand there for a couple of seconds facing the closed door.

What he heard next was the creaking sound of a bed then the giggles of a woman followed by a loud slap and a low male laughter.

Lucrious was the personal messenger of Agars. His master had many names. This was one of them. Another thing was that the higher demons could change their bodies and appearance. This body was new. The last time he delivered a message to him was 8 days ago and he was different then.

Lucrious stepped out of the huge mansion and headed back to the central parts of the city back to the Lodge of the High Council.

"Time to do some work" he whispered to himself and walked further.

Reddish mist was covering the cobblestone streets of Doordale when in the human world was summer or autumn. Weird creatures were walking the streets holding strange objects.

Lucrious merged with the crowd and headed towards his destination.

…

Lancashire, England

23th October

The air was humid and heavy.

The window of the red Toyota Corolla rolled down and a ginger head poked out of it.

“It’s definitely going to rain, you know.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I see the clouds too” a snappy remark came from the driver’s seat.

“Y/N why are you like this lately? I know that things have been hectic with choosing the courses for the new school year but…”

“Look Monica” Y/N sighed “it’s nothing personal. It’s just the night shifts and the upcoming lectures are giving me such a headache that I can’t even sleep. Can you please drop it?”

“You’re overworking yourself. I can help you at the hospital. We have the same timetable, don't forget that.” Monica gave Y/N a look full of concern.

“Yeah and I also took another three shifts at the morgue.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to get my mind off of everything, you know that…”

“Oh, Y/N…”

“Save it. We’re here.”

…

The day started slowly. Both girls dropped by the student’s affairs office to sign up for the courses they have chosen. After everything was set they headed for the lecture hall.

“Hey! Y/N!” they heard a yell.

Before she even managed to turn around she felt a body slamming into her back and she was being lifted up off the ground.

“What the hell?!” the young woman yelled and then spotted Monica laughing and folding in two. The girl turned around and saw one of her other friends - Lucas. Behind him Felix was smiling silently.

“That’s not a proper way to greet us Pie girl” Lucas kept holding her in the air.

“You better let me down before I greet you in a different manner…” Y/N warned him.

“Oooh! Someone is feisty today!” the blond boy exclaimed from the back.

…

The lectures went on and on up until late afternoon.

The last one was Endocrinology with professor Liam Carter. During his class he usually demanded all eyes on the board or on the subject they were looking at. He never tolerated disturbance during his lectures. Everyone liked him and no one dared disrespect him or his subject because he was famous for giving “weird punishments”.

Everyone knew that one time from three years ago. Basically it went like this: a student of his had been talking the whole time during the class and later had fallen asleep. Carter had waited until the end of the class to slam his book on the table in front of him and yell the name of the student in the microphone. The speakers had started to give off that annoying screeching sound and the guy woke up.

The professor then proceeded to inform him that he was going to take up on some night shifts at the university hospice for a week and if he failed to do that he was going to scrub the morgue clean for another two weeks.

Completely calm during the whole ordeal later he left the lecture hall wishing a good day to everyone else.

After that no one dared to even look away for a second and even though he was deemed scary by all the students they liked him a lot, even the guy who got that punishment. He was really good at his work in the university and in his medical practice in the hospital. His patients were always happy and brought him gifts such as expensive liquors and other things like that.

During the whole class Y/N was looking at him like he was a Divine entity. Carter explained everything so well and clearly that everyone got the things right.

“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N raised her hand.

“Yes, miss L/N?”

“So basically there is no way to know why a person got Diabetes Type 1? It can be because of high levels of stress, the aftermath of a strong viral infection or family history?”

“Exactly. Of course you have to ask the patient if someone in their family has the disease or if there were some underlying factors that can be the cause but yes - there is almost no way of knowing what exactly triggered the body to start producing beta-antibodies and the pancreas to fail.”

“I see.”

She continued to take notes up until the end of the lecture. When the class ended the students started filing out of the hall but Y/N stayed behind and went up to the professor.

He looked dashing - white overcoat, below it was a navy blue button-up shirt and he was sporting grey pants with black pointed boots. His black hair was parted slightly to the side and hung above his cat eyes.

“Excuse me…” Y/N started awkwardly.

“Yes?” he looked up and gave her a small smile.

“Uhm… I-I… I just wanted to ask if it’s going to be possible…” she averted her eyes feeling unsure. “No I’m sorry, forget it.” She started gathering her bag and scarf but before she turned to go the professor stopped her.

“Tell me. I’m here to listen and help.”

“Ahh… It’s just… I don’t know if it won’t be too much. I don’t want you to think poorly of me, Sir” Y/N started chewing the inside of her cheek.

“It’s okay. I promise to forget it if it’s something… indecent.” Carter said jokingly to ease her nerves and smiled reassuringly.

“Okay, here goes nothing. So… I want to pursue a career in endocrinology or genetics but I’m still not sure. I was going to ask if it would be possible for You to take me with You to the hospital on some shifts…” Y/N closed her eyes. There I said. More like spit it out but still…

An answer didn’t come for a few seconds and she opened her eyes to look at him. Mister Carter was deep in thought. Y/N had never seen a face more gorgeous than his. The expressions were so precise like he was commanding every single facial muscle in what position to stay. To her he looked god-like.

“So… Wednesday?” she heard him saying.

“Sorry? Excuse me Sir. I spaced out… I was… uhm thinking about my schedule.”

Carter frowned.

“Does Wednesday work for you?”

The student felt like she was floating.

“Really?!”

“Yes” the professor gave her one of his gummy smiles.

“Thank You! Thank You so much Sir!” Y/N was on the verge to start jumping from excitement. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that he would agree to that. It was not a common practice to do that. At least not until the final year.

“Just don’t mention it. It’s not something we’re allowed to do until you finish your studies. It will be our little secret for now Y/N.”

With that she smiled and nodded then started walking to the exit.

…

Doordale was quiet. The streets were empty. The houses were dark and no sound could be heard. This was a normal night for the creatures roaming the core of the earth.

Far away from the central parts in the suburbs a huge mansion was standing near the forest. It had a dark and menacing look to it just like its' inhabitants. Light was steaming through one of the countless windows. Two men stood there in that spacious dimly-lit room painted in dark red with walls covered in trophies from top to bottom. One of them had placed his hands on the table in the middle of the room, his muscles straining from the tension in his whole body. The other one had gone lax in a soft armchair in front of the fireplace. They conversed quietly.

“Yoongi let me remind you that I give the orders” Jin said calmly. Agars was his demon name. All of his subordinates were using it but Yoongi preferred his human name for reasons unknown.

Jin on the other hand liked to use the Human names of all the other demons. He was doing it so he can make fun of them.

The demons had long rituals for choosing their “birth” demon names. Ancient runestones were used for it and the procedure was always the same. In the beginning the energy was flowing through the body of the demon and then enveloping the stones and making them spin like crazy until they connected with the being. Then they were doing a formation - some of them were dropping out, some were staying afloat. The stones rearranged themselves until a stable energy flow was formed spelling the name of the demon.

It was a complicated and long process.

For Agars or Jin this was not the way. He chose his own name when he was created. When the broad-shouldered demon was asked about it he always liked to say: "I don't need your petty rituals. I will create a new name and give meaning to it."

That was his way. He did the things his way and never strayed from his principles. Jin didn't follow the Laws of the Lodge of the High Council.

Yoongi continued.

"But you were wrong. Why don't you want to admit it? The intruder was not in the twentieth legion. It's in some other…" he was cut short.

"So what? We cleaned up" the other demon said nonchalantly and laughed. "The academy is full of pawns ready to fight."

Yoongi looked at him and his cat eyes became small slits. He didn't like that. He didn't like the fact that they had to kill hundreds of their men because of a hunch his Master had. He also didn't fancy the idea that their men were seen as sheer raw power ready to be replaced at any time.

"You're wrong…" the cat-eyed demon whispered.

The Master turned around to face him. His beautiful features became grimm. The corners of his lips turned upside down.

"What was that?" his menacing voice rang out cold as ice. He hated being talked to like that by anyone, especially his closest man.

"I told you that my suspicion is that the spy was in the thirteenth legion. They were the closest to the frontline."

"How is it possible for a single guy to infiltrate and corrupt a whole legion?!" the taller demon shouted and knocked over his glass from the nearby table.

The glass shattered into small pieces that landed in various places in the room. Yoongi didn't even flinch. Not even when a shard from the glass cut his face. His Master stood up and slowly crossed the room. They were now standing face to face and looking coldly at each other.

"The therianthropes are cunning. They are very smart. They can shift and disguise themselves perfectly. We cannot define them even by their scent once they change appearance Jin. Don't you get it? We're at a loss here…"

Jin squinted his eyes and snorted. His face became a mocking mask.

"You know Yoongi, my dearest friend… soon after we deal with that matter we will be able to infiltrate their capital. Once we do that the only thing that's going to happen will be genocide." He looked like he was deeply in thought. Then Jin spread his arms wide and smiled. His smile was prettier than everything but it held a drop of evilness in it. "We. Will. Wipe. Them. Out." The taller demon enunciated each word slowly and they were dripping with venom.

Yoongi just nodded his head. He was not emotional. He didn't care for the outbursts of his Master. He was the perfect tool for Jin. The cat-eyed demon was good at following orders. He was very smart and collected. He was the brain of each operation and every time something went wrong he was there fixing it.

Jin on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was expressive, easily agitated and very little was needed to rail him up.

He had an outstanding position in the Demon Society of Doordale. The tall demon was the infamous Agars who owned 31 legions and he managed to corrupt the humans in all ways possible. One example - he knew every language known to the human world. When he was doing his demon job he was putting firstly the bad rude and disrespectful words in the person's mind. Jin was making the people use those words on a daily basis, too often to be even close to acceptable.

His motto was "Think big, look at the bigger picture." The small misdeeds, the rude and raw behaviour - they all led to the Underworld, to Doordale. Those at first glance small and overlooked demon deeds led to huge groups of people getting corrupted. That's what Jin strived for.

Jin then turned towards the fireplace again and looked into the flames. They illuminated his face and made the shadows dance over his plump lips and high cheekbones. The glint in his eyes became dangerous.

"Yoongi" he whispered "I want her. I need her here. We need to have her…"

"I'm doing whatever I can Jin" came a soft response.

The taller demon turned to him. He balled his fists and in a flash he was standing a few inches from the face of the cat-eyed demon. Jin raised his hand and grabbed Yoongi's face. It all happened too fast but the shorter one again didn't even flinch.

Urgency and anger were laced in the next few words the Master uttered.

"Clearly it's not enough! Bring her here! To ME!" he roared.

Yoongi gripped his wrist and squeezed hard, removing the hand from his face.

"Even if I bring her tomorrow we still need to train her. I've met her. She doesn't even suspect that she has that power." His voice was quiet but stern. "Don't you dare fuck up the plans we have just because you can't keep still. Master."

With that he shoved back the tall demon and stepped away from him. Jin looked infuriated. From his fingers up towards his elbows blackness was starting to creep up. His nails started to elongate. His jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth.

"Good night, Jin" Yoongi said and bowed. Then he turned around and left the room.

…

The next few days passed in a daze. Y/N joined professor Carter in the hospital twice and was feeling on cloud nine.

Her visits were spent with her standing in the far corner of his office, taking notes while he was talking and examining the patients. She followed his every move and gesture. Y/N was ready to fall to her knees and worship the ground beneath his feet. It was so wrong of her to feel that way but she couldn't stop it. In her eyes he was perfect. She was so thankful that Carter decided to grant her wish.

…

"So what do you plan to do for Halloween, Y/N?" Liam asked her on their way out of the hospital. He had offered to drive her home and when she had tried to politely refuse he had insisted on it.

"Ah… I don't know Sir. I will be tired from the shift at the hospital the previous night. I don't know if I will be doing anything…"

"Come on! You should live a bit" he smiled at her. "Even I will go out. There is this underground place not far from the campus" he became quiet for a while. "I'm thinking of going there for one or two hours. Unwind…"

"You?" Y/N laughed then looked at him and frowned "Excuse me. I didn't mean it in that way…" her face became heated and she could hear her pulse in her ears.

"Why? Do you think I'm old?" Carter teased. They reached the car and he opened the door for Y/N. "I'm only 34. I'm not that old don't you think?"

"No Sir. No… excuse my rushed words. I didn't mean to offend You!" She tried desperately to backtrack. Her face was flushed and the girl fidgeted with her fingers. Liam found her to be so cute and felt the need to tease her more.

"If you want you can always join in on the fun with your friends. See for yourselves that I'm not as stuck up as you think I am" he leaned towards her and winked.

Y/N almost choked on her breath. She was at a loss for words. The only thing she managed to do was stare into his deep brown eyes.

"I-I… I will check with my people…" she whispered back.

Liam laughed, scrunching his nose a bit.

"Come on. I'm just teasing. Get in the car."

…

30th October

Lancashire, England

"I don't know! He just asked me like it was no big deal!" Y/N squeaked in the phone. She was rubbing her temple nervously.

"So what? You said ...that he said he was teasing.” Monica laughed on the other side. “Also I don’t think that he will risk his career in that kind of way. Be smart. Don’t put yourself in this position, don't risk your studies and career later.”

Even though she was laughing there was a hint of concern in her voice. Y/N laughed too.

“What do you think? That if I meet him at the bar I’m gonna jump him? I can’t even speak properly to him. I’m definitely staying on the safe side…” she was slowly sipping her gin and then clicked her tongue. “Don’t be ridiculous Monica.”

“I’m not. I’m just trying to be the voice of your long forgotten consciousness. I hope nothing bad will happen.”

“It won’t…”

The liquid swerved in the glass. Y/N was feeling a bit lightheaded.

“Lucas said he wanted to talk to you…” Monica trailed off.

“What about?”

Silence.

“Monica?”

“I-I… I think you should talk to him as soon as possible.”

…

Everything was set. Y/N and the other three reserved a table at the place Carter told her about. They were going to see for themselves what it was all about. Y/N personally was going just to check if Carter was serious about being there.

Felix had dressed up as a chick in all yellow - a fluffy sweater and skinny jeans with Converse sneakers. He had put on a plastic pink beak and his blond hair was smooth and shined in the street lights. Lucas had put on a long black cloak and was wearing all black beneath it. His concept was Death. Some type of it at least.

Monica and Y/N had decided to match and the result was a mannequin nurse and a zombie patient.

Y/N was the nurse and as such she decided to use one of her old white overcoats and on top of it she put a white lace corset. The overcoat was far too short to be worn without pants but that was not the case now. Y/N used the occasion to wear white garters with thigh-high stockings and black heels. On her face she wore a transparent full-face mask and her hair was done in a ponytail.

Monica had stolen a hospital gown on her last shift. She had ripped some holes in it and smeared some brown and red paint on it to resemble dirt and blood. The ginger girl had made her face to look hollow and sunken with dark circles under her eyes using makeup.

Halloween was the perfect time for the four future doctors to look ridiculous and not care about it. The university demanded the white overcoats to be worn with presentable clothes such as button-up shirts and trousers for the men and for the women too. Some of the female students sometimes wore skirts but it was far too uncomfortable so they were sticking to the pants option. There were also those people who wore matching sets of hospital work clothes. It all depended on the preference.

“Y/N!” Lucas called her from the back. They were walking in two groups - Monica and Y/N in the front and Lucas and Felix were talking in the back.

“Yes?” she turned around.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Uhm… sure” Y/N stopped walking and waited for him to catch up while Felix went up to Monica and both continued to walk forward and laugh at something.

Their step was a bit too slow.

“What is it? You know I hate silence” she started. “Monica told me you wanted to talk…”

“She did?” Lucas looked surprised and anxious at the same time. "D-did she say something else? Because if she did I cat expl-"

"No. No she didn't I assure you. So…" Y/N looked at him with confused eyes. She couldn't understand what the whole thing was about. "Can you tell me what's up? Is something wrong?"

"Well… I would have done that in another way but here goes nothing."

Lucas looked at her confidently and smiled. He stopped walking and so did Y/N.

"Would you go out on a date with me? I know we got lectures and you are busy with your shifts in the hospital and everything but I would really like to take you somewhere nice. I like you…" Y/N stood there dumbfounded. He confessed his feelings and held her gaze the whole time. She could see his eyes sparkle with excitement.

"You… want to go out with me?" confusion was laced in her voice.

"Yes! We've known each other for what… ten years now since highschool. I know we had some misunderstandings we had fought over some stupid things but my feelings for you never wavered."

"I thought you liked Jisoo from the dental?" Y/N still couldn't wrap her head around it. "And what about your girlfriends during those years?"

"I couldn't find the courage to tell you how I felt and I hoped that if I go out with someone else I will get over it" he couldn't stop talking blabbering on and on but the stars in his eyes became brighter. "You were always so cool and always on top. I felt like I was not good enough for you Y/N" Lucas reached for her hand and held it. It was warm around hers. "I decided that if I manage to get into this university with you I will ask you out because then…"

"Okay. Okay Lucas. I will go on a date with you" Y/N smiled tenderly. She had had some boyfriends over the years. People had confessed their feelings for her but this felt different.

It was her best friend of many years and she had never seen him as nothing more than that. Yes - he was good looking and yes - he was always sweet and caring towards her, but Y/N never imagined that it could be because of romantic feelings.

The reason she decided to give him a chance was because she wanted to figure out if she herself had something lying deep inside of her ready to spring out.

Lucas was that type of person who was overly confident with his closest friends but a bit introverted when it came to other people. He worked the hardest if he couldn't do something and was the heart of the party after a couple of drinks. Y/N found him to be amazing.

"So!" Felix shouted from the front "Did she say yes?!"

Monica slapped him on the shoulder. Sometimes he could be a real dork.

"Yes!" Y/N shouted back and she and Lucas jogged to catch up to their friends.

"Really?!" Monica flashed them a smile and clasped her hands together.

"Good for you man! Then drinks are on you tonight!" The blond boy laughed and started walking again.

"What?!" Lucas went after him and got him in a head-lock.

The walk to the bar was filled with laughter and stupid jokes were thrown around.

When the group entered it was already packed. People were on the dancefloor, at the bar, and there was no place at the tables.

"Where are we going to sit?" Monica shouted in Y/N's ear. "I thought we had a reservation!"

"I don't know! I will go ask at the bar. You look around while I get back!"

Some time later Y/N came back with a sour face.

"Apparently they keep the reservation until ten. After that you're off. We have to sit somewhere else" she explained.

In the end they ended up sitting by the bar. Felix and Lucas came with a tray of sixteen shots and placed them before the girls. It looked like the night was going to be eventful. The biggest probability was that Lucas was going to carry the blond boy on his back to their shared apartment. Felix was never good with alcohol but had the good will to drink first until he got shitfaced.

“To all of you who take care of me when I get drunk and get me home safe to sleep in my own soft bed!” he raised his voice over the music.

“And to Y/N who said yes to my proposal for a date! Thank you Pie girl!” Lucas gave her a wide smile.

The glasses clinked. Y/N slammed hers first on the bar.

“Always first to finish and never leave the best for the rest!” Monica winked at her.

“Double entendre?” Y/N raised an eyebrow and laughed.

The Pie girl thing went years back when the group first met at highschool. Y/N's grandmother Clara had a habit of always packing some homemade pie for her.

Everyone made fun of her but she was a child that didn't really care about others' opinion just like it was now.

Lucas was the first one to approach her and apologize for his classmates' behaviour. The next thing he did was to ask for a bite.

From that day on her lunch box contained not one but two pieces of her grandmother's pie - one for Y/N and one for Lucas.

Throughout the years that name stayed and later when they met Monica and Felix they started calling her the same from time to time.

The burden of Y/N's grandmother passing away a few months back was still weighing on her. She was her closest friend and family member. Her parents divorced when she turned nine and they went their separate ways leaving her in the care of the girl's mother. She didn't hold any grudges against them though. In her opinion if a relationship was not working it was better for the two people to separate and not cause the others around them to feel uncomfortable or worried. From time to time her parents were calling Y/N on the phone to check on her and ask if she needed anything. She was grateful for that.

Her father went to London back then and her mom to California in the States.

That was her life.

She didn't mind it though. She was always on her own except for her grandmother but after she passed Y/N was left alone. The only people who were always with her, helping and staying by her side were those three.

The house she was living now was the one her grandmother left for the girl in her will.

…

Later Carter was still nowhere in sight.

“I think he’s full of shit” Lucas said while holding Y/N close on the dance floor. “He was pulling your leg when he said that he would be here. Don’t you see how dry and lame he is?”

Y/N frowned. One thing she didn’t like about the black-haired man was the way he always talked about Liam. She couldn’t understand why. What a foolish girl. It was in her face and still couldn’t see the jealousy in Lucas’ eyes.

“Don’t be like that. He gives us the best and teaches us well. It’s just his character which shouldn’t be definitive for his medical skills” she defended. The question here was why was she doing it. Y/N didn’t need to find excuses for him but still she did.

Lucas pulled her flush to his body and smirked.

"What was that? Did I strike a nerve?" He laughed and leaned towards Y/N's face. The alcohol was starting to mess with his head and his behaviour was slowly changing.

"Stop it Lucas" the words of warning were cold and distant. "What's wrong with you? You've never been like that."

Cold sweat rolled down her neck. The way he was tightening his grip around her, the sweaty bodies of people dancing and bumping into hers, the stale smell of the drinks - everything made her feel suffocated. Y/N tried to wiggle out of his grip and move away but only agitated Lucas more.

"What's wrong Pie girl? Where d'ya wanna go?" His words became one mumbled mess. "You said you wanna go with me on a date. Did you change your mind?" he slammed his body into hers.

"Let me go!" Y/N looked around hoping to find Felix or Monica. They were nowhere in sight.

The next thing happened so fast she didn't even see it coming.

Lucas was torn away from her and stumbled backwards. A small circle of people started to form around them.

“What the-“ the man shouted and looked around. His unfocused gaze fell on another man. “Wow! Look who it is. If it isn’t professor Liam Carter!” he barked. Lucas then took a few steps in the other man’s direction and gave him a menacing look.

“I suggest you keep it down boy and stay away from me” the man said and turned around to go. In the process grabbing Y/N by the arm yanking her away from the scene.

At the same time another hand came out and grabbed her other one pulling her in the opposite direction. In his drunken state Lucas was behaving like a man insane. The earlier talk and Y/N’s agreement to go out with him was fuelling his confidence.

Liam turned around and his expression was not calm anymore but it looked more like an oncoming storm.

“I suggest you let go of her before-“

“STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!” a high-pitched scream rang over the music. “What am I?! A rag doll?” Y/N yanked her hands away and started walking away. Felix came out of nowhere and ran after her following the young woman outside.

“Y/N! Wait! What happened?”

The air was cold and pricked at her skin. She felt like her whole head was on fire.

“What happened was that your friend thinks he owns me now!” Y/N turned around and shouted at the blond guy’s face. “I have never seen him like this! He looked completely out of his mind. I felt like the words he was saying were coming out of someone else’s mouth!”

She went on and on while Felix came closer and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I will talk to him. I know he will feel terrible about it tomorrow.”

His attempt to comfort her was in vain. The girl became even more agitated.

“So what if he does?! If Lucas is like this now before anything even happened imagine what it will be if we’re actually together! I can’t do that!” She threw her hands in the air. “I can’t do that Felix!”

"Come on Y/N. Let's get you home" they quietly started walking away but then a voice came from behind.

"Hey! Y/N wait!"

The two of them turned around only to see Cater running to catch up.

"Sir. Please. Not now."

Felix' deep voice rang out. This was a charming and unique feature of his. His voice was normal a bit on the lower side but not much. He had this habit of changing it intentionally or not. Sometimes it was high and squeaky like one of a boy and sometimes it became deeper than the Mariana trench. The thing Y/N liked the most about him was his voice.

One time she even asked him to record a "good morning" message for her and that was made into an alarm tone for her phone.

Now Felix was speaking in that low tone but it was unintentional. It sounded more like a warning than anything else.

"Let me take you home Y/N" the professor continued, completely ignoring the boy standing there.

"No… no we can walk there" it was a useless argument. Liam had already set his mind on driving her home and making sure she was completely safe and far away from the guy. Carter had special work to do.

It took some time and a lot of persuading but in the end Y/N agreed to be taken home by the professor. Felix insisted on coming along but on the way there Liam dropped him by the apartment.

After he left the silence in the car became awkward and unbearable for her.

“Why did you do it sir?” She asked him after they stopped at a red light.

“I was going to do it for anyone else. You’re not special Y/N” that voice was something the young woman hasn’t heard before. It was cold and full of suppressed anger. His words were an oblivious lie. “You’re fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?” she whipped her head towards him and gritted her teeth.

“He’s a problematic one. How can you not see it?” the grip around the steering wheel tightened.

After that Y/N decided to leave it there. She had no energy to argue with him. In her eyes the man sitting next to her was completely wrong. Lucas was her friend for years now and they knew each other really well. They were as close as a brother and sister would be.

Still a thing she was missing was that if this thing happened now before anything else has happened a lot more was coming. More arguments would rise, he was going to find the smallest things to be wrong and more problems would surface. In some kind of way Carter was right about what he said. Y/N couldn’t see it from where she was standing and it was going to cost her a lot.

The car stopped in front of her house.

The moment she reached for the handle the man snapped the locks.

“What is the meaning of this?” she hissed.

The moment Y/N turned to face the cat-eyed man she was greeted with something that was completely unexpected. His hand shot up and grabbed her jaw and he was leaning over the seats. Their faces were a few inches away.

The grip on her was so strong it was starting to hurt.

“Lesh-me-go” the woman slurred. Her words were a mess because of the way her face was contorted.

“You give me a headache you stupid girl” Liam growled. "Today is the day that I get rid of this stupid camouflage. This façade." Y/N's eyes widened with fear. She couldn't understand what was happening and what changed his demeanor so fast.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He licked her cheek and inhaled deeply. Tears pricked at her eyes and the woman desperately tried to free herself from the iron grip he had on her.

"Why are you crying Y/N?" His voice was mocking. "I thought you liked me. Liked Liam Carter. Your lovely professor in endocrinology." The laughter that came out of the man's mouth was scarier than anything. A shiver ran down her spine. "I see how you look at him. I smell you every time he gets near you…" another inhale. "Well… not now because now fear runs through your blood but before that…"

"Professor Carter… Please let me go!" Y/N whimpered. "I won't tell anyone about this! I-"

"I'm not professor Carter!" he hissed. His eyes landed on her bare thigh. The man reached out again and grabbed it. The skin of his arm began to change and Y/N watched in horror. It became white then turned transparent and started to shine in the street lights. It looked like a diamond's surface. It continued to change, creeping up under his rolled up sleeves.

The creature's hair changed from the dark brown colour to a blueish minty one and the pupils of his eyes elongated.

"I'm not your stupid professor!" He shouted and dug his nails into her skin. With that she whined once more tears streaming down her face like waterfall.

"Please… please."

"I'm Yoongi. Or Lynx as that's my demon name" he sounded nonchalant as he introduced himself.

"Please let me go" her broken voice came out as a whisper. Y/N tried to calm herself but it didn't work. The fear was overwhelming and she couldn't do anything to stop it from overtaking her. Her eyes closed on their own and she slumped back in the seat of the car, her leg still throbbing from the pain caused by the demon's strong grip.

At that moment when Yoongi saw her defeated posture and looked down at her legs seeing the purple bruises that were starting to appear he managed to ground himself. He slowly realised that it was not his Master who could mess up their plan - it was him. It was his mistake.

"I-I'm… I'm sorry."

His whispers filled the car. "I'm so sorry." He cupped her face with his big hands with slim long fingers. "I'm sorry love. My kitty. I'm sorry. Don't cry."

His personality made a 180 degrees flip.

"What's wrong with you?! You monster!" Y/N shouted in his face once she regained her composure. Yoongi's behaviour could make her go insane. He retreated into his seat wide-eyed.

She reached for the handle and pulled hard. The lock undid itself and she jumped out of the car tears streaming down her face. The cat-eyed demon went after her.

"Please! Wait! Let me explain! I need to tell you-"

"Tell me what?!" Her shriek cut through the night air.

"Let me! Let me explain!" The moment she reached the front door she scrambled for her keys. Those hands of hers were never that useless.

"Y/N!" Strong hands grabbed the woman's arms. "Don't be like this! Let me explain!"

The desperation in Yoongi's voice was thick. He didn't know what to do. He went too far. Took it too far. "I need you! You're special! You are the Spark, the thing that's going to save Doordale and your world" he said urgently. Maybe that way she was going to listen. Maybe she was going to get intrigued.

"What are you talking about you-" Y/N hissed, turning around.

"Let me in I will explain everything you want me to" he pleaded. Then the unthinkable happened - a tiny spark of interest, a small hint of curiosity ran through that face of hers.

"I'm going to give you and your bull five minutes."

…

The talk was way longer than the five minutes she decided to give Yoongi.

He started by explaining what is he, where he comes from, what he does.

"Show me your demon form then" Y/N demanded and laid back in the soft sofa.

Yoongi looked reluctant. He was not sure if he should do that but just for the sake of gaining her trust he decided to finally do it after giving it some thought.

The demon stood up and her gaze followed his every move.

His skin started to shift like it did in the car. Slowly the diamond-like flesh enveloped his whole body and his dark hair turned into a minty blue colour from the roots down. Another subtle thing Y/N noticed was how the demon's eyes began to resemble those of a cat. The pupils elongated once more.

The air became dense and the room felt stuffy.

"That's me," he murmured finally. Before the woman stood a creature made of glass dressed in human clothes.

"Oh my-" Y/N was staring at him and couldn't believe her eyes. A few minutes ago she thought he was pulling her leg and now the student became a believer. "So you were actually telling the truth" it was an exasperated whisper.

"Are you afraid of me?" His voice was rough and caused a chill to run down her spine once more.

"Not really. I'm just wondering how much more there is out there."

"Well…" Yoongi was at a loss for words. Usually people would scream, run, shout at him or faint from the shock but she didn't. Instead the girl's face was just pure curiosity, eyes wide inspecting his features. The demon didn't dare move. He was waiting for some kind of reaction which didn't come. "Won't you say something?"

"Can I touch you?" she finally asked. "I mean nothing sexual. I want to feel that skin of yours" the curiosity in her voice couldn't be hidden. Her eyes never stopped roaming the demon's body.

"Uh… sure." He felt awkward.

Yoongi continued to stand straight, never moving an inch. Y/N stood up from the sofa and neared him. With an outstretched arm her fingers ran over the diamond-like surface. When he didn't move away the woman took another step closer and reached with the other hand.

The demon looked like a fine art statue. He wasn't even breathing. The tension was as thick as butter but only Yoongi could feel it. She on the other hand was completely oblivious to anything around her at that moment. She was fascinated.

"You're so pretty. It looks perfect. Like a diamond. I have never seen a diamond before… only on the displays in the shops…" she was speaking like she was in trance. "Do you feel my touch? Do you feel pain?" Y/N looked up wide-eyed. "Can you bleed?"

Yoongi laughed. It was a warm, lovely sound. He was feeling weird. He was a demon. Those emotions were long forgotten and he couldn't understand what was happening but still went with it.

"Yes, yes and… not in that sense. My human form can bleed obviously but this" he gestured at himself "doesn't bleed. It just breaks like glass, gets cut but nothing comes out."

"I see."

Y/N's look never wavered from his face while the demon was speaking. They stood like this for a couple of moments - with her hands placed on his forearms while sharing a deep look.

"You're something else." Yoongi broke the silence squinting his eyes. "Still the thing I said earlier stays. You have to come with me" there was a hint of remorse in those words.

"Where?" The student moved back and her voice became cold.

"To Doordale. I have to get you there."

"But you never explained why or what I'm going to do there. What is going to happen to my studies? My friends? I have to fix the things with Lucas" the demon could hear the desperation in her tone. The need to break free from this was strong.

Then he snapped.

"Lucas? You're going on about this ass. Don't be ridiculous Y/N" Yoongi flopped on the armchair and huffed.

"And once more thing - what about Mr. Carter? If you're Yoongi the demon, what about our professor? What happened to him?"

"He is safe and sound as part of my consciousness" he lifted a finger to point at his head.

"What?! So you mean you completely took over him?" Y/N shouted and balled her firsts.

"Aah! No! Don't be ridiculous. When I let him, he can emerge and we can be co-conscious." The demon waved a hand and crossed his legs. He looked annoyed. "Why do you care so much about those petty mortals though?"

"Because that's my life!" the high-pitched scream tore the air between them. "Oh my God… so my feelings, the way he readily agreed to take me to the hospital…" the student buried her face in her hands. "Nothing was real! It was all you! You ruined everything!"

"Wow! Slow down there. Do you actually think that this guy will risk his career and standing just because of you? You're merely one of the students who sway after his pretty ass" Yoongi laughed. He felt coming back to his normal self and his demon ways. That was more like it. "Ah… and I thought we were having such a nice conversation a few moments ago" a mocking pouty expression took over his beautiful features.

Y/N was devastated. She felt her world falling apart. At that moment the only wish she had was to forget about all that and return to her normal life.

"Y/N. We need to go now" and on that note the cat-eyed demon stood up and transformed back into his human form. "We have only a few hours left until the end of the night. I will explain everything on the way there."

"But…"

"No. There is no way out of it. At least not one that I know of. Once we get there I will tell you more. Now I can't let my Master wait any longer because he will order my head on a platter…"

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→ on my mind 02 — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 25.6k

genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut + mild angst

warnings: slow build / oral sex (f & m receiving) / multiple smut scenes / over-stimulation / breeding kink / creampies / mentions of infertility / pregnancy is a central part of the story line / pregnancy sex / jeongguk just wants to be a good dad / i am so sorry if the editing is not up to par i tried my best / mild possessiveness / mentions of misogyny and an asshole manager

soundtracks: (they long to be) close to you, carpenters + to you, yoona & lee sang soon + someone’s shining, wisue + who knew, chloe x halle, + but i’m trying to tell you how much i love you, saevom + pretend, lee aram + when the wind blows, yoona + meet me in amsterdam, rini + she, jannabi

special thanks to: @gukkheaven for seeing the baby version of this fic <3 / @a-life-thats-next-to-normal for sharing some much needed baby info with me!

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dedicated to the lovely @himboksj happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

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→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 02

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 4.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3

soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker

part one

Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.

“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him.

“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth.

“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”

“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”

Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”

“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”

Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”

“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”

The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible.

“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”

“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night.

“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”

“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now.

Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”

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Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night.

nutcase [11:48pm]

u up?

He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him.

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Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh.

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

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→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

pretty boy au playlist 💞

1. after-school activities

2. i thought you meant me

3. beer-pong and jealousy (a)

4. she was waiting (a)

5. excuses to yearn

6. locker-room lover (m)

7. my love (m)

8. be good for me (m)

9. obsessions of the good kind (m)

10. new horizons (m)

11. what you do to me (semi-m)

12. familiar friends, new fears (a)

13. bite the hand that feeds the heart (a)

14. honeymoon fades (a)

15. one heart broke; four hands bloody (a)

16. fuel to the fire (a) (m)

17. out of line (a)

18. old friends, new foes (a)

19. kintsugi (a) (f)

go through the jock!jk tag to see the full universe! (asks/thoughts from the author)

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Warning - Crying; Negative feelings (Implied); Confused parents (at first);

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⌠Make Me Forget⌡- boyfriend; drabble; 400

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Moodboard

Warning - Self-loathing; Sadness

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⌠A Star In Your Sky ⌡- Dad!Jungkook; drabble; 1.7k

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Moodboard

Warning - Angst ONLY; Sadness; Pain; Major Character Death;

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⌠Wave of Want⌡- AU; Billionaire CEO;

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Moodboard

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction. I do not believe any member of BTS would carry out acts pertaining to WOW (mainly Seokjin as he is a central figure).

Warning - 21+!Only; Violence; Vulgarity; Cheating; Force; Teensy bit of non consent; Smut;

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⌠Hold Me In The Silence⌡- Best friend drabble; Aftermath; 1.2k

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Moodboard

Warning - Suicide; Depression; Anxiety; Pain; Major Character Death; (implied) Violence; Angst ONLY;

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⌠Liquid Honey⌡- boyfriend; oneshot; 1.7k

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Moodboard

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction. I do not believe any member of BTS would carry out acts pertaining to Liquid Honey (mainly Jimin as he is a central figure).

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Bondage; Fingering; Edging; Dirty Talk;

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⌠Fall Pronto⌡- best friend's brother; oneshot; 3.6k

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Moodboard

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction. I do not believe any member of BTS would carry out acts pertaining to Fall Pronto (mainly Hoseok as he is a central figure).

Part 1 || Part 2

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut;

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⌠Drowning Too Deep⌡- namjoon x hoseok x reader; established boyfriend(s) au; poly au; 19.9k

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Moodboard

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction. I do not believe any member of BTS would carry out acts pertaining to DTD (mainly Namjoon and Hoseok as they are a central figures).

Part 1 || Part 2 || 2.1 || 2.2 || Part 3

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Poly;

COMING SOON ⌠Twice the Attention⌡- bonus chapter; standalone;

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Moodboard

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction. I do not believe any member of BTS or Got7 would carry out acts pertaining to TTA (mainly Namjoon, Hoseok and Jackson as they are central figures).

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Nerve - Masterlist

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Moodboards

A/N - All pictures used in the making of my Moodboards and Fics were found on Pinterest or Tumblr. They do not belong to me.

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Drabbles

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whatyougetisme · 3 years ago

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Those Evil Ways

Chapter 1

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, eventual smut, war

Word count: 8.000 ~

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: discussion of war and tactics, pinning, mentions of a minor character death, some swearing, mentions of violence, demon references, mentions of medical therms and places as morgue, hospice, diabetes, etc., mild angst?, a bit of non-con(just a hint nothing major) -- if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Author's notes: Hello to everyone who reads that! Thank you for being here! ❤️ It's my first time posting something for others to read even though I'm writing for a few years now. I would like to hear your opinion on what's here 😊