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synposis doubt by samaria

warnings mentions of a toxic ex, overly insecure oc

read me! ahhh hello! i’m back for a brief minute writing out some ideas ive had fermenting for a minute, ik the divider isn’t all the way aligned idk why it won’t fill in the space i tried :/

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He was too difficult when you met him, too shy, he didn’t speak much and that made things even harder. He was reluctant to let you in.

And when he finally did you couldn’t have been happier.

But the more he let you in the more you pulled back, the more you knew him, the sweeter he was, the more afraid you grew.

Afraid to give yourself another chance at love, not again not after him. But he was so insistent, so willing to catch you if you fell. And like the love struck fool you were you dove head first. He was there, he caught you, he was there for you, he loved you, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough for you.

You had too much doubt, too much baggage.

He was there each time you accused him of his eyes wandering, his gaze too fond and friendly for another woman he was there each time, he comforted you hoping that you’d see him differently, trust him.

But it wasn’t enough.

Your self esteem was too fickle, too broken for repair no sweet words of affection could fix what he had broken.

“Baby—“ Yoongi was met with the sound of the door slamming instead of a response. He closed his eyes to calm himself as he turned off the car. He joined you at your front porch where you stood arms crossed staring straight ahead at the door. He watched you, waited for you to get angry that he wasn't making any moves to unlock it.

And it worked.

You huffed uncrossing your arms, “Yoongi-“

“What was that? Talk to me.” His worried eyes searched your face for the woman he knew, the woman he loved, but when you were like this—in your head—he couldn’t find her.

You scoffed, “Talk to you? You seemed more interested in that blonde bitch than me, all night.” You sneered your eyes narrowing, Yoongi shook his head, wetting his lips. He reached for you, but you stepped back not allowing him to touch you, he sighed, dropping his hands.

“Baby, I was not looking at her and certainly not in that way.” Yoongi frowned.

“I understand, Yoongi, I get it, I’m too much,” you pointed at yourself, “she's pretty, convenient, you want that? You can have it.” Yoongi didn’t even know what to say because he wasn’t sure how you two even got here.

It was supposed to be a nice relaxing date night. You both needed the time to enjoy each other's presence; work had taken up both of your free time and he wanted to give you a nice dinner date to make up for the time spent away. However he didn’t plan for the flirty blonde waitress that attended to the two of you. In his defense he wasn’t reciprocating any of the flirting that the waitress was giving him. She wouldn’t acknowledge you and if she did she was so cold and looked at you with contempt, it genuinely bothered him. He tried on several attempts to get her to speak to you with a more favorable polite tone before he requested a different waitress. How did you see it so differently?

Simple.

He asked for a new waitress because he was too overwhelmed with his desire for her, him grabbing your hand across the table when she came over three times? He needed you to ground him so he wouldn’t take her right then and there.

“Y/n, baby, please,” He cupped your face gently, the familiar sight of tears glimmering under your porch light, “baby no,” He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back. “This…you, why do you think I want someone else? Why do you doubt my loyalty to you?” You softly cried into his chest pulling away gripping his suit jacket.

“How could you love someone like me, Yoongi?” He swipes at your tears with his thumbs, but they kept coming, staining the top of your dress. “What is there to love about me? When I’m so…so-“

“So what? Hm?” His brows furrowed, his features twisted as if he was angered, not with you but your thoughts and your contempt for yourself. “You are perfect to me,” He pulled you in closer brushing a stray curl from your forehead, the touch tender making your eyes flutter, “You are everything I want and more, I would never look for anyone else my eyes have never wondered from you. You are my home, my safe space, you are the love of my life, and it pains me that you question that,” he blinked twice shoving down his emotions, but you saw it, the hurt.

Yoongi never said it before, but you needed to know. It pained him when you questioned his love and loyalty for you. He desperately wanted you to trust him to believe him when he speaks his love for you. But somehow you two always end up like this.

Your brows creased cupping his cheek. “Yoongi—“

He grabbed your hands stroking the back of your palms. “Promise me this; from this day moving on, you won’t doubt my love for you anymore, you won’t compare me to him—“ Your lips part denial heavy on your tongue, “I know you do it, Y/n. I don’t… I don’t judge you for it, but I am not him. I am not like him, I love you, I care for you and you only, okay? Promise me.” He gently squeezed your hands, his words freezing in front of you.

“I…I love you too, Yoongi.” You looked down stammering, “I-it’s so hard for me, I-I have all these thoughts…I can’t.” You shake your head, more tears flowing, “I can’t, I believe you, but I can’t promise you that I won’t question you, I’m sorry.” Yoongi pulled you back into his arms stroking your hair, muffled “I’m sorrys” and sobs exhaled into his chest filling the night's silence.

“I don’t blame you baby, that-that bastard,” Yoongi exhaled harshly trying to control himself. He didn’t like talking about him. He hates seeing the damage he did to you and how it holds power over your thoughts about yourself and the love Yoongi has for you, but it’s something that’s affected your relationship for years. “It’s his fault, but I swear to you, I will never do anything that that piece of shit did, okay? So promise me you’ll try, try to believe me and see the best in me, look at our situations objectively, believe me when I tell you I love you and only want you because I do.”

“Why do you fight for me so hard? Why?” Yoongi exhaled a soft chuckle.

“Because I love you, Y/n.” You stepped back no more than an inch to meet his eyes, they reflected your own; glossy and full of unshed tears. You searched his face for any deceit, for any traces of him, but found nothing but a man who’s loved and cherished you, the man that’s fought for you all these years even when you didn’t want him too.

Min Yoongi, your patient, caring, loving, boyfriend.

A man worthy of a promise.

You gave him a soft nod, wiping away a stray tear that fell from his eyes, “I promise.”

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synopsis triggered by chase atlantic

warnings this is fiction don’t be stupid and drink and drive, gun, implications of murder, speeding, cheating, mentions of an unknowingly recorded sex tape

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Yoongi’s foot slammed on the pedal as he drove, his grip on the wheel paling his knuckles. His thoughts were loud, contrasting the quiet car. How could you? His eyes drifted from the road down to the liquor bottle adjacent to the glove compartment. He doesn’t question his morals as he reaches for the brown bottle taking his hands off the wheel to pop it open. He chugs it hoping it'll mute his thoughts long enough to reach your place.

The highway stretches for miles as he downs a third bottle, then a fifth. The more alcohol burns his throat the less it becomes about yelling at you or talking it out, but watching life slowly drain from your eyes and him being the cause of it.

Yoongi makes a sharp turn onto your route, the skin of his cheek caught between his teeth ripping as he finds your bestfriends car parked in your driveway.

He’d hoped that blurb of a video Jungkook had sent him was a joke, that couldn’t be his girlfriend getting fucked by the guy he “didn’t have to worry about” no, his girlfriend wouldn’t do that. However looking up at the shadows casted onto your bedroom wall from the window that was indeed the case. Your shadow mixed with his as Jungkook’s as pushed your back down thrusting forward—he looked away. His heart ached. How could you?

More blood poured into his mouth as he bit harder.

Tears clouded his vision as he reached forward, opening the glove compartment.

With blurry eyes his hands wrapped around the cool metal of his gun.

He would never let you hurt him again.

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synopsis outside freestyle by raahiim

warnings stalking, unprotected sex, unintentional (?) voyeurism (they fuck against a car outside), y/n is delusional, jungkook is stressed

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Freedom.

He was free of you. Free from your chaotic bullshit. Jungkook knew before getting into a relationship with you that you loved hard and that you bore some trauma from your previous relationships, but more importantly your relationships went bad because of them, your partners. You were never the problem. You were an angel among a bunch of disguised devils. Jungkook once thought the same, you were too good for him, he didn’t deserve you. But you showed him time and time again that you loved him, that he, for some inexplicable reason was worthy of that love.

But your love wasn’t always amazing. Sometimes it was jealous, bitter, obsessive, insecure. You were still reeling from your last relationship when Jungkook asked you out, but you agreed to let him take you out, allowed him to court you—and then you were together. It was cute at first. Wherever he went you were there, puppy love at its finest, maybe the honeymoon phase. Years later that same love began to feel smothering. Jungkook felt suffocated by your presence. He would try to express that to you lightly, calmly, but you always blew it out of proportion. And finally after years of your obsessive borderline abusive behavior he stood his ground and left you.

A simple text marked the end of four years together.

The love of my life: We’re done. You can keep my clothes and whatever else belongs to me at your place or donate them, burn them. I don't care. Don’t contact me again.

Jungkook liked to think you were a lone daisy in a sea of dead flowers, but you weren’t. You were the harsh sun killing all things beautiful. You were evil, obsessed. Jungkook was no stranger to you popping up at his job, his home, places he went to. It’s like you knew how to break him, because right now he’s unblocking you, calling you.

“Get off my property, Y/N.” You smile at the sound of his voice, caressing your fingers over the diamond necklace he brought you.

“Hi, Kookie.” You breathed into the nickname elated that your antics made him unblock you. It only took locking yourself inside his work break room, threatening the girl he was talking to and countless nights parked outside his home for this simple olive branch, but it meant a lot. Your efforts paid off after all. “I miss you… why don’t you come out here? We need to talk about us.” You trailed on focusing on his silhouette pacing his living room through his windows.

“There is no us, Y/N. We’ve been broken up for two months.” You rolled your eyes, your grip tightening on your necklace, grounding you. Jungkook wanted space so you gave him that you didn’t “break up”, no. He’s being dramatic.

“Jungkook, do you want me to make a scene?” Your voice dropped an octave and he stopped pacing, frustratedly pulling at his hair. You’d made a few scenes, his neighbors that would once greet you with warm smiles would now glare at your car in his driveway as you honked over and over again playing obscenely loud music late at night all in an effort to get Jungkook to pay attention to you.

“I’ll call the cops.”

“I’ll lie.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Lie about what?” He spit.

“Assault, pregnancy, anything. Kook, you’re not getting rid of me. You know I got that flimsy ass paper, did you really try and get a restraining order against me, baby?” It didn’t work, obviously. If there was one thing Jungkook liked about you it was how established you were, the connections you had everywhere.

In court as well.

“Y/N, please leave me alone,” he begged dropping down onto his couch in defeat.

“Are you done being difficult?” You murmured boredly, “why don’t you open the door, hm?” You change your tone to something softer, cuter. The voice you talked to him in when you first started dating, when things were good.

“Go the fuck away, Y/n!” Jungkook yells, your hand moved on its on; teasingly hovering over the middle of your steering wheel a loving (sadistic) smile playing at your lips when your nails brushed across the faux leather.

“Baby, don’t be like th—“ click. He… he fucking hung up on you. Scoffing you called him again—straight to voicemail. You called again the voice you’d grown accustomed to reaching your ears, “This caller cannot be—“ you hung up flinging your phone into the seat across from you. The first press of your horn he ignored, the second, he left the living room, the third you didn’t let up you held your hand still letting the loud blaring noise ring out into the night. “Come on, Kookie…” A minute had gone by the neighbor’s next door front porch light flickered on then the same happened on the other side of Jungkook’s house. You stopped, sinking into your seat as one his neighbors peeked outside angrily rubbing into her eyes as she looked around to find the culprit. She wobbled back inside her home slamming her door and you went back to it honking again and again.

Jungkook was losing his mind. You wouldn’t go away, you wouldn’t stop honking. It wasn’t like other nights when you’d honk and wait and then honk a few more times in a row and stop, wait for him to react, no, you wouldn’t take your hand off the horn tonight. He unblocked you once again calling you back.

“Hi, baby—“

“Y/n, I swear to God if you don’t leave right now—“

“What?” You said amused, egging him on, “what will you do, huh?” His eye twitched as you chuckled.

“Y/n, don’t make me drag your ass off my property.”

“I’d like to see you try, we haven’t touched in so long—well, except when I visited you at work.” Visit? He almost laughs, you make it sound so casual; as if you were his lover and just stopped by his job. That’s probably what you actually think, that thought alone makes him feel sick.

It happened a little over a month ago, seven days after he texted you that it was over. You showed up at his job and he quietly tried to make you leave, desperately pleaded with you. “Not at my job, Y/n, please, please they just promoted me, Y/n.” He had it—you under control until his coworker, Uri, his overly friendly coworker whom you hated even while with Jungkook came over questioning you. “Didn’t you two break up? Wah, you’re really crazy, Y/n.” You charged at her and Jungkook dragged you into the breakroom. You let him, his touch was so warm, so inviting. Once he set you down on your own two feet you kissed him. Well, you tried to. He shoved you away insisting that you two were over with.

You dropped to your knees gingerly touching his thighs and for a second that look—that desire he always had for you no matter how toxic you were passed over his eyes. But then it was gone and he was stepping away. You took off your top, he left the room. So you locked yourself inside. It wasn’t until hours later did Jungkook find out what you had done.

None of his fellow employees could get inside the break room. A line of annoyed and amused workers caught his attention on his way to the bathroom. He was stifling laughter himself as he heard moaning, immediately he assumed two horny employees couldn’t keep it down in the breakroom. At that moment he didn’t understand why his coworkers were eyeing him when he approached the group until he heard his name. “Ah, Jungkook! Yes!” His cheeks flushed. That was you. He knew how you sounded especially when you were being fucked—were you being fucked?

He got inside the room after his boss Namjoon dismissed the crowd and told Jungkook to not so subtly handle his shit. You never stopped moaning loudly, it was embarrassing. And once he was in he saw you naked, legs spread on top of one of the circular tables as you pumped your fingers in and out. The same look, lust, passed over him. It was so surreal what you were doing that it turned him on, the dirtiness of it all was hot. But it disgusted him just as much. Your moans and touchy behavior was revolting and as he redressed you with much difficulty he made sure to let you know that. “You fucking slut-“ He sneered.

“Mmm say it again, I think I almost came.”

“Coming to my job, are you kidding me, Y/n?! This is my work place!” You nodded along touching his chest as he tried to slid on your panties. After picking you up and physically kicking you out you waited at his car—you were a parasite driving the happiness out of him, the life out of him. He hasn’t been able to live down the jokes at his job or the bewilderment from his older coworkers. Namjoon was kind enough to not fire him after he explained his situation in lengthy detail, but he was warned: “If something like this happens again, I’ll be forced to fire you, Mr.Jeon.”

And now here you were trying to embarrass him, again. Different crowd, same shameful crazy ex-girlfiend behavior.

“Don’t make me come outside, Y/n—“ you honked.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Y/n-“ honk. “Let me speak—“ you honked again. Across the street another porch light came to life. He tossed his phone onto his bed muttering curses as he exited the house. You were estatic, beaming even as he stalked towards you a dark look looming in his eyes, but you welcomed it, got out of the car arms wide.

“Hi, baby–“ you choked as he gripped your neck pushing your body back against the car. You couldn’t breathe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! I don’t want anything to do with you!” You could barely croak out a response as his grip got tighter, cutting off your air supply completely.

“Kook-“

“When will you get it, huh? When?!” He was screaming in your face not once letting up on the grasp he has on your neck forcing your nape to dig painfully into the top of your car. “Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?!” Jungkook was seething, yelling at you, yes, but you knew him well.

Jungkook used to box earlier in your relationship. He said it was a way to release anger… but then he had you. He said he prefers taking his anger out on you then going to the boxing center he used to frequent. He would fuck you hard and like the good girlfriend you are (were) you took it. And you’d take it now as well.

Once he finally stopped shouting at you, you stroked his wrist. He pulled away recoiling at your touch, but you yanked his hand forward putting it back onto your neck a sadistic smile decorating your lips as you forced him to hold you like that again, you really were crazy. You were smiling at him even though blemishes of his hand was imprinted on your light brown skin.

“Its okay, you can take it out on me.” The look wasn’t there, the desire wasn’t displayed on his face. The look he was giving you was somewhere between creeped out and pure anger. But only the ladder could get you what you wanted. “I love you, Jungkook, and you love me, why don’t we stop this back and forth, hm?” You widened your eyes in faux innocence blinking up at him. His grip tightened on his own and you dropped your hand.

He’s in your face, repulse tainting his every word as he spoke, “I want nothing to fucking do with you, you’re going to leave me alone, Y/n, or else.”

“Or else what, baby?”

“I’ll fucking kill y—“ you shut him up with a kiss, tightly pressing your lips to his and in an expected turn of events he didn’t push you away. His grip got tighter, but he was kissing you back holding you still by the hold on your neck and aggressively shoving your jeans down with the other. “You disgust me,” he spit out between kisses biting your lower lip, “everything about you disgusts me,” he says again as you moan, rutting into his hand when he cups your heat. You were already wet, no surprise there.

His words heavily contradict his actions as he spun you around pressing his hard length to your panty clad ass. “So fucking nasty,” he twitched as he placed himself between your cheeks thrusting forward. “God, I hate you so much.” Hate that you can’t leave me alone, you think as he continues humping your ass. You moan when he switches the position; this time his bare length thrusting between your thighs rubbing your clit.

“Kook, please fuck me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he groans gripping your hips and pulling you back, as if he’s really fucking you. “F-fuck—fuck you.” He doesn’t sound angry nor sincere, just horny. Your shirt comes off next, sort of. His tattooed hand pulls your shirt down and your bra as well without unclasping it properly. He pushes you further into your car, your breasts rest against the cool glass of your windows. “Fucking slut,” he remarks pulling down your wet underwear, the thin material soaked in your arousal.

“K-Kook ple—“

“Fucking shut up!” His hand is back on your neck as he thrusts forward slipping inside you. You can’t think, can’t say you love him, you feel so full, too turned on to think straight. The drag of his thick cock is the only thing you can focus on, every vein imprinting itself into your velvety walls. “Fuck, how’re you so tight? I’ve fucked you so many times and you’re still so damn tight.” He emphasizes each word with each movement of his hips, each thrust sharper than the last each movement causing him to grip your neck tighter and tighter.

“L-love you—fuck!” He lands a hit to your ass efficienctly shutting you up. Everythings hot, minus the glass against your tits, his hand on your neck is burning, his chest against your back is scorching. It’s all so hot.

You’re close, he is too. His thrusts turn sloppy and lose rhythm. The grip on your neck is released when he places both hands on your hips pulling you back and forth on his cock like his own living breathing fuck toy. The sound of skin meeting skin rings out into the night only pushing you further to the edge. Anybody could be watching, listening; any of Jungkook’s neighbors that woke up could see you two, record you.

“I-I”m gonna come,” You tell him, the smack of his balls against your swollen clit has you shaking, your creamy arousal beginning to ring around his cock.

“Hate you,” he grunts as he spills inside you, usually he’d make sure you come first then he would, but you don’t mind the change—that is until he steps away from you, his seed dribbling down onto your thighs. He didn’t let you come… at all. “Leave.” He says coldly, pulling his sweats back on. It’s suddenly cold, the night breeze brushing across your skin raising goosebumps. His warmth is gone, his words sinking in. He used you, but it's fine.. right? You’ll take anything Jungkook gives you, right?

Then why do you feel like crying?

You hastily pull your jeans back on and fix your top, facing him. He just stares at you as if you’re some bother to him, some nuisance like he didn’t just take you a few moments ago against your car. “Jungkook—“ he walks away from you and you frown following him. “Where are you going?”

“To bed,” he says clearly annoyed. Once he reaches his door with you hot on his tail he spins towards you. “Fuck off.” You’re guessing that’s his form of goodnight because then he slams the door in your face.

And suddenly you don’t just feel like crying, you do.

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synopsis she by tyler the creater and frank ocean

warnings stalking, implications of murder, stabbing, blood, breaking and entering, mentions of suicide, mentions of necrophillia, jimin is irrational, everyone sucks, fast-paced plot — unedited/revised

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you were new in jimin's new life. you were the exciting that covered the mundane in his life. the boring, the repetition of everyday didn’t matter. the gym, library, gym, sleep. he hated it all. he was close to ending his life. he hated it every day the same shit, but then you moved in and he saw hope. almost immediately he knew he needed you to be his, you already were, you just didn’t know it yet.

he was so excited to make a move on you, just across the street from him he’d watch you get mail each morning and feed the stray dogs, you were so kind. you had such a kind heart and paired with your beauty—he was in love.

that first day when you came to his house offering baked goods your full cheeks pulling into a smile, he could’ve sworn he loved you the first time he saw you. you were curvy with detailed stretch marks, but he didn’t care. all the more he could love.

and he was going to, love you. in his mind it was time to make a move after carefully watching you from his window. mondays you worked from morning to night which was undoubtedly stupid because the neighborhood was dangerous, that’s probably why you moved in. cheap finacial housing due to the added risk of death from gun violence or rape that was also pretty common, but once you moved into his place he’d never let you be outside by yourself again. he’d protect you and kill any man that even tried touch you. that was true love. but back to the schedule. tuesdays were slower for you from morning to afternoon then you’d come home and stay inside all day. he could always see what you were doing. you weren’t keen on keeping your blinds drawn and when he got curious he traveled along the side of your house to your bedroom window. you had just got out of the shower, you were still wet. water traveled from your hair down.. down.. your body was beautiful even your stomach that protruded he loved it. soon it’d be bigger. he’d fuck so many little kids into you. then you’d truly be his.

the second time he watched you from the window you touched yourself, your moans were faint through the window, but they were all he needed to come untouched, your body slumped against the bed as did his against the grass outside, that was when he truly noticed the hold you had on him. he needed to do something.

saturday, your free day you were off and typically went to the gym on this day every two weeks. you weren’t serious about it he could tell. jimin managed to get past your shitty security after you left and overheard you on the phone complaining about how much you hate the gym when you came back. then the conversation turned to your new neighborhood. “its good here, shelbs, everyone here is so attractive and nice, and oh my God my one neighbor i think his name is jimmie or something like that, he was mowing his grass yesterday and he has this tattoo oh god, i wanna fuck him so bad.” you laughed about something your friend said before you began undressing putting her on speaker. “you know i rarely ever see him though, its like he stays inside all day, which i don’t mind more time to fuck.” jimin would’ve never guessed you were so provocative and horny, but he knew you were talking about him. his tattoo, his buffness, you wanted him. it was mutual.

thank god.

sunday rolled around and that’s when jimin was confident enough to ask you out. he spent most of yesterday in your bathroom cabinet and then in your bedroom watching you sleep.

so it had to be sunday, he wore his best outfit—a dark blue fitted shirt and dress pants. it was around four and now you were probably laying in bed watching tv, but you weren’t paying attention to the tv you were on your phone.

he checked your house through his window first before he unlocked his door slowly pulling it open when he did he slammed it shut again. junho was at your door with flowers behind his back he knocked two times and you opened the door. you smiled upon seeing him and then wider when you saw the flowers. you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down hugging him.. maybe it was just a kind gesture. jimin thought you’re new to the neighborhood. there's nothing wrong with being friendly—that is until you began kissing him walking backwards into the house as he grabbed your ass. jimin's eyes became cloudy as he looked at junho’s arm littered with tattoos just like jimin's.

you weren’t talking about him, he never had a chance. you wanted junho.

“FUCK!” he threw the vase of flowers he bought you at the wall, crystal snow falling as a result. he went to his room grabbing the envelope of your photos. he tore each one slowly, enjoying watching your sleeping body being torn into two. he’d burn them later on tonight.

jimin sat there for hours surrounded by shredded pictures of your sleeping body. finally he stood. since when did you like junho.. was it always that obvious? was jimin oblivious to your attraction to him? did it matter? you fucking cunt! you led him on. you knew exactly what you were doing coming to his house in those tight ass jean shorts and that tank top. you knew! you did, you had too.

and for that betrayal he’d kill you and junho.

it was only fair.

he slowly crept into your house. he pushed open your bedroom door. there you were the cover barely hid your naked body, your body was perfect, he should’ve been the one to fuck you. walking over to you he trailed the dull blade across your bare thigh you shivered. fuck. you’d look so good pregnant. carefully, he lifted the cover and his eyes widened there on your stomach was a large gash junho’s arm across your body holding a bloodied knife.

he dropped his knife stumbling backwards. what the fuck, what the fuck. he heard laughing from the floor and saw junho climb over your motionless body knife in hand. he crouched in front of him as jimin whimpered tears spilling, “you know jimin the easiest way to get to a woman is through her heart not watching her through her window, and then once you’re in you kill her.” junho clicked his tongue, “no stalking, no planning, pure violent bliss.” he smiled, “i call it romantic homicide, and she was the easiest to get to.” jimin stared at the white bedsheets as they soaked up your blood. “she was so good too, her body, her moans, God, you should’ve seen her face when i stabbed her. i never came so hard.” junho stood, turning towards you. “tell you what ill let you fuck her too,” junho waved him up with the red knife, but jimin was still his ears burning hot, “what are you not into that kind of thing? its fun after a while, the girls can't tell you to stop it's better, i swear.”

jimin covered his ears rocking this wasn’t real this couldn’t be. “you’re such a little bitch, this is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” junho scoffed rounding the bed for his boxers. “her pussy wasn’t that good anyway man calm down.” junho faced him again, catching jimin's attempt to subtly grab his knife. junho approached him again, slamming his foot down onto his hand, crushing his knuckles. “don't do that.” jimin pushed at his ankle grabbing the knife with his left and junho swung kicking him in the head.

the world spun as he fell against your closet door, “maybe it’ll be easier this way i can just blame the murder on you.” junho’s words were faint as jimin faded in and out of consciousness. the world went dark. he was surrounded by a never ending abyss somewhere in the distance a white light appeared you were in the center walking closer to him in flashes you were right in front of him you cupped his cheek, you leaned forward and you whispered, “save me.” his eyes opened junho’s back was to him as he redressed rambling about how he was going to pin your murder on jimin, he was so stupid turning his back to him.

jimin grabbed the knife and stood swinging his hand he stabbed him in the neck retracting the blade blood sprayed from the deep cut as he collapsed spraying your sheets and the walls. jimin got on your bed shaking your motionless body. “you told me to save you, get up,” he shook you harder, “please, y/n, please get up.” he sobbed. “please,” he repeated, through tears he saw your fingers twitch, “yes, yes stay with me!” he grabbed your phone unlocking the device he smeared blood over the screen as he called the police, “i need an ambulance at ******** my girlfriend is dying.” he hung up softly rocking you in his arms.

“i-im dying..” you whispered your breathing labored he shook his head as a tear landed on your cheek.

“no, you’re not, you're alive and well, you’re okay.”

“i always knew..” jimin stilled, “i knew you were in my house and outside my window.” jimin shook his head.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“—on my cameras,” you continued, “i never saw anyone at your house.. i know you’re lonely, but you should’ve just approached me,” you said sadly as the world began to fade, “i would’ve dated you, i would’ve pretended i didn’t know because you’re cute, but you never did.” you coughed blood onto your chest. “thank you for killing that fucker.”

“why didn’t you call the cops?” he asked as you held his hand.

“i understand that loneliness and needing something to hold onto.” jimin's head spun you knew this whole time.

“i would have killed you tonight.” you reached up stroking his cheek with your bloodied hand.

“but you didn’t.” you smiled. “goodbye, jimin.” you said as the world went black. he screamed as you passed out shaking you vigorously to no avail.

you were truly gone.

that is until you got to the hospital and they started pumping you of the blood you’d lost.

and when you awoke he was there by his side waiting for you. “hi, y/n,” he smiled.

“hi, jimin.” you smiled back reaching for his hand. “i love you.” his eyes widened.

“i love you too.”

he didn’t know you were obsessed with him too, killing every girl that attempted to steal his attention from you and when you thought he’d never actually try with you, you tried to be with junho and he tried to kill you.

this was the universe telling you that you two were meant to be.

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synosis always forever by cults

warnings there is a small twist! you should not read this if you are sensitive to certain things like suicide! i will not say which triggers, as to avoid spoilers but please read with caution

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“A love like this is hard to come by and I’m glad that in my lifetime I was able to experience it with you.”

“Taehyung—my boyfriend turned fiance—is the love of my life. Since day one he’s shown up for me emotionally, physically, etc. he’s been nothing but perfect since our first date. He knows all of my insecurities and loves everything I hate about myself. He's forced open the little cracks in my heart and filled them with love and compassion. He's my rock, as cheesy as that sounds. He's my person. And I’m his.

I didn’t learn this until later on, but before we met he was planning on committing suicide. Taehyung was kind by nature, life was not the same towards him, but then “he met me” as he put it. The shy girl who had kept her head down buried in the books. The girl who he caught eyeing him more than once. The girl who faintly blushed whenever he spoke to me…

He told me that he began to love me before he truly knew who I was and that once he did, he loved me even more. He called me magnetic, said everything about me attracted him—and then it happened! He asked me out. I of course said yes! That first date, that first kiss after gave me the confirmation that he was the one. Maybe he didn’t feel that way then, but I already knew.

Then there was another date, and a third and then meeting each other's families. Our respective families loved us together. The real solidifier— for me at least—was sleeping together. Six months into our more than amazing relationship and we hadn’t done anything physical. Taehyung hadn’t pressured me into anything and for that I was grateful. Though at times I was foolishly worried he wasn’t sexually attracted to me, but then we’d make out and I could feel just how turned on he was and all my worries would melt away. I wasn’t as experienced as he was. I was so nervous and in my head that I always cut it short, right before things got too intense.

He never protested or showed any negative feelings towards my refusal as previous partners of mine had done. He would just kiss my forehead and say “I’ll be right back” and then disappear into the bathroom for some minutes. And finally when I did give myself to him fully, it wasn’t his skills in the bedroom or how many times he made me finish that made me know he was the one. It was the care. The way he watched me to make sure I was okay with everything he did, the verbal coaxing of reassurance and consent out of me. How desired and loved he made me feel. To this day I refuse to say we “fucked” as cheesy as it is we made love. Taehyung loved me and I loved him.

We moved in together shortly after, recreating that night all over our newly owned shared space.

Twenty months later those feelings hadn’t changed. Taehyung even proposed!

The wedding was everything.

All of it encapsulated by one word; perfect.

And then finally after months of trying I got pregnant! The love of my life and I were starting new, scary, yet exciting chapters together and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Cliche after cliche.” The paper screeched as you tore it apart. “It sounds too cheesy, doesn’t it? Hm, Taehyungie? Our love story sounds too perfect, fake even.” You looked over at him there on the bed, his doe eyes wide and wet. You’d just given him a tattoo, he was so unwilling to participate in you marking him with your name that you accidentally slashed his skin a few times.

He was already shaken prior to you standing, but now he's full on thrashing as you walk closer to the bed. You hold back a chuckle as you notice him struggling against the restraints you placed on him, stroking his tear stained cheeks, you smile. “You’re so cute, baby…” Your thumb dips lower to the smooth expanse of skin stretching across his collarbone over your inked name. “You need to help me come up with a good story so I can let you leave the house, Taehyungie,” You pout at him reaching up to caress his hair. “I was thinking we could try a different tone, you know spice it up? Try something a little edgier? Hm? How’s that sound?” You lean closer to him, which only further terrifies him.

“I thought about us meeting at a bar…getting incredibly drunk and getting tattoos of each others names, but then I thought that’s too cliche,” You wave your hand in the air dismissing the idea, “that story’s been done before…people would ask why didn’t we just get them removed and go our separate ways…” You notice the bristle of hope within his eyes at the mere mention of having your name removed. “That's why I decided I’m going to brand you instead.” He whimpers helplessly against your makeshift gag causing you to kiss his wet cheeks. “I know baby, I know, but it makes us so much more interesting. Tattoos aren’t forever, but if I do this…” He rapidly shakes his head making himself one with the wall as you hold the glowing metal near his hip. “We’ll be connected always and forever.”

[fentyjjk]

synopsis numb to the feeling by chase atlantic

warnings dacryphilia, college drabble, jungkook is lowkey toxic, y/n’s a pretty crier, mentions of sex

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There’s something wrong with him.

There is no way in hell, you standing there in just your underwear as you attempt to get him to date you—or wait, was it driving you home? lt doesn’t matter, the point is you're barely clothed and your makeup is running as tears spill from your waterline. Your lips have the slightest pout, Jesus Christ. You’ve never looked so hot to him. All the girls that have been with the infamous Jeon Jungkook can attest to how good the sex is and how hard it was to let that go. Its like he picked your brain for everything you liked, he’d study how you reacted to certain stimuli and mastered the technique in minutes. It was everything but heavenly, in fact it was sinful how fucking good it was.

And now he was letting you go, right after ruining you for all other men. Usually when girls beg and cry for him to give them a chance he’s bored and oddly enough having sex with you, he was bored during that. Your body was nothing special. You barely had anything going for you. Your ass and your tits were okay, not too big, but not small either. You had a little stomach, and the sex was average at best. Your attempt to ride him was decent, and your head game was good, but again nothing special. But this display of desperation, the teary eyes, the pouty lips.

Fuck.

He leans against the headboard examining you closely, it's so cute the way you clutch your shirt to your chest as if he hadn’t just seen every inch of your body bare.

The thought crosses his mind as your black tears stain your white shirt, he should fuck you again.

His cock stiffened as he beckons you forward with the ruse to comfort you. His arms wide, his smile as predatory as it is fake.

You don’t refuse his lips on yours or the subtle way he pushes your clothes away from your chest.

Or when he lays you down again.

You do refuse with teary eyes once again when he tells you to kick rocks and then he takes you to bed again and again. Something about your eyes and your face when you cry. He’ll never feel like this again. He’s numb to all the other girls that try to get him to give them a chance, but you, you’re special.