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softykooky · 4 years ago

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Sanctuary : One

A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m a new writer and I’m just starting so please go easy on me :) Also, I edited this way too quickly so forgive me if there are any grammar mistakes. Please let me know what you think and if you would like more parts! Request anything you like!

Summary: Seoul's drug ring is sovereign of a small group fo 7 men, who have just gotten their hands on the ambassador's daughter.

Warnings: physical/emotional abuse, guns, violence, kidnapping...

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There was always something so surreal and soft about a cup of black coffee in a cafe that you have never been to, sitting across from a ghost in a booth that you have never sat in. You cradled a cup of lukewarm coffee between the palm of your hands, periodically sighing into the cold air of the room. The barista had given you a few side glances. A normal behavior though, you’ve been sitting here for a good couple hours now. There was nowhere else to go, and the cafe would give you a couple hours to think of a place to sleep for the night before inevitably walking around a park and finding a nice cozy bench. You looked outside the window.

Rain. At least it wasn’t hail. Better to go to bed drenched than in pain.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the barista approaching you, apprehensively and like she was there out of obligation.

“Is there anything you need at all? You want me to freshen up that coffee for you?” Her name tag read Kim.

Yes, there are a lot of things I need. No, you can’t help me with any of them.

“No, that’s alright. I’m so sorry, am I taking too long here?”, you began to pack up your bag full of nothing and made way to move out of the booth.

“No, no, I was just checking up. Take as much time as you need.” She left you alone after, walking away with no intent to wait for your answer. People always do that. You looked outside the window again, and the rain had worsened, now slamming against the glass so intensely you felt it vibrating against the table. It was so loud. Almost loud enough so that you couldn’t hear when gunshots erupted through the door of the cafe.

No. No. Not more of this.

Out of instinct and past reflex, you ducked down under the booth table, making yourself as small as you could. You didn’t dare to let out another breath. The other patrons of the cafe had scattered immediately, some making it out the door in a sonic sprint. Your eyes shot to the barista, who was standing there shaking uncontrollably with a strawberry smoothie nestled in her hands, eyes wide staring at the group of men who had just open fired.

“Ah boys. I was wondering when you would arrive. It’s rude to leave your guests waiting, you know.” The voice came from a man sitting in the corner of the room, still sipping on a cappuccino with his face tucked under a hat.

“Cut the shit, Mino. What happened to our shipment at the port in Gwangju?” His voice was sharp. Seething and filled with an intense hatred that could be heard from the tone alone. You would hate to be Mino right now. You looked around again, and the cafe had already been cleared out. The barista was nowhere in sight. What luck.

“I know what happened.” A different voice from the same group of men.

“You stopped it before it got on the boat. Tipped off Hyun’s crew that our goods were in transit and you, spineless as you are, gave up our protection and loyalty for a couple million that they offered you.” The man’s words seemed to silence the room. You held your breath, only watching the scene unfold before you.

The man named Mino coughed into his cup. He set it down, then idiotically tried to sprint out of the cafe and away from the grasps of a group of heavily armed men. Even you wanted to laugh. They cornered him, backs turned to where your booth was. This was your chance. You can run and they’ll never know you were here. The barista popped into your mind again. You couldn’t leave her alone.

You crawled out of your hiding space under the booth, making your way to the counter and trying to ignore the sound of Mino being beaten to a pulp that made a familiar anxiety bubble in your chest. You had to focus and not blow into a panic attack. Your advance was almost completely soundless, and the mystery men were far too preoccupied to notice you behind them. You peeked through to the counter, finding a shivering barista who still clutched a strawberry milkshake like her life depended on it. Her eyes held your gaze, tears streaming down her cheek. You mouthed for her to follow you as you turned around once again, preparing for the treacherous trek to the door.

“Mino, we could have been such good allies. Is that your price of betrayal? A million and a half?” A punch to the stomach. Uppercut to the jaw. “I would like to think we are more expensive than that, don’t you boys?” You winced, spiritually sending condolences to Mino. Sounds like he messed up real bad.

You held onto the barista’s hands behind you, slowly standing up and walking gingerly out the door with her in tow.

Okay Y/N you’re halfway there. Just a little bit more. Quietly, you’ve done this before.

The men turned around.

Oh fuck.

The only thing you could think of was flinging the barista in front of you and running full speed to the door, now busted in its frame with pieces of shattered glass on the ground. “Shit. Run, Kim! Go!” You yelled in your haste, still pushing her in front of you. If it hadn’t been for the hand that had suddenly encased itself around your upper arm, you would have made it too. You were pulled back into a hard chest, sighing in relief as Kim sprinted out to the other end of the street, not looking back once. Watching her, you wished you could have done the same for your sister. Now you were going to die. But it was okay because you saved someone from the same fate,

“What the fuck is wrong with you? The gunshots didn’t scare you away?” You turned to his face. If this were a normal day, you would’ve been in awe at how handsome this stranger was. Had it not been for his increasingly tight grip on your hand and a gun in the other. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe. You thought you had already escaped this part of your life.

“What? Are you mute?” He squeezed your arm more, eyebrows furrowing as steam seemed to shoot out of his ears. You whimpered in pain, which seemed to soften his demeanor and loosen his grip.

“I-I’m sorry. I couldn’t get out in time.” Tears had involuntarily made their way down your cheeks. He sighed, turning his gaze to the other men in the room who had been tensely watching. Wow. Leave it to you to get yourself tangled in a shootout with the most beautiful criminals you had ever seen in your life.

“Whatever. Mino’s taken care of. Just take her with, she’s already heard everything. No loose ends.” The man in the middle said nonchalantly. Your face paled.

“No. No you can’t. Please, I promise I won’t say a thing. I’ll pretend it never happened.” Now it was your turn to hold onto the man, shaking in his grasp as you pleaded. You couldn’t go back to this violence. He stared at you in disinterest.

“Please, don’t take me.” You had begun to cry more intensely, feeling an impending doom over your head. It never matters what you want. What you need. The world just kept going on. The men exchanged knowing glances, restraining and dragging you to the black SUV that had been parked outside. You didn’t fight then. It was useless. This life will always drag you back.

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When you woke up from a sleep of exhaustion, you were still in the car. Both your hands and legs had been tied with scratchy rope that dug into your bleeding skin. You looked around at the men, who were all occupied with something and chatting with each other as if they hadn’t just shot up a cafe and beaten a man to an inch of his life. You coughed to clear your throat, but were too scared to say anything else. A man with wavy black hair looked your way, almost sneering at your presence.

“Princess is awake.” He spit out the words, making you confused. Were you so terrible even from such a short encounter? You looked down at your hands instead, staying silent. The car drove for god knows how long before it stopped in front of a house that you assumed costs more than your life. Before you could gawk anymore, the same man gripped onto your bruised forearm and dragged you out of the car. You bit your tongue at the pain, cooperating with everything.

They seemed to fling you around like you were a ragdoll. Next thing you knew, you were being shoved down ungracefully on a chair in a white room, staring at your own reflection in the mirror you faced. For making it through a gun ambush, you looked pretty okay. The door opened to a man, a gentle smile on his face.

“Hello Y/N.” You froze, wide eyes coming up to meet his gaze.

“How do you know my name?” Your voice shook as you spoke, fear seeping into every word. He held up an ID card that you had left in your bag.

“What a coincidence, huh? That when we took someone captive it would be the daughter of the Japanese ambassador.” The same anxiety from before bubbled up again, threatening to spill out of you.

“I...I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled humorlessly, taking a seat across from you and tossing a file onto the table with your face plastered on the front.

“Says here you ran away a couple months ago right? I wonder why though...was Daddy not giving you enough weekly allowances? Didn’t get you the latest season of Saint Laurent that you wanted?” He spit the words at you as if they were poison, making you recoil back into your seat. You wouldn’t tell him the reason you ran away, but you wished it was because of something measly like Saint Laurent.

“Ah, silent treatment. Well, Ms. Y/N. I’m sure your father would reward us handsomely for the return of his beloved daughter, don’t you think?” His words made a chill shoot up your spine and tears welled in your eyes.

“No!” You screamed in his face, catching him off guard.

“Please….please don’t do that. Please don’t send me back. I’ll do anything. Anything but that.”

Your desperation seemed to confuse him further as his frown deepened and he looked at you curiously. He seemed to be deep in thought before his expression flattened once again, cold eyes staring back into your teary ones.

“Do you know how many people would kill to be in your privileged position? The money that your family has? Do you know how fortunate you are?” He judged you, tutting as he flipped open the file to read more. You shook your head, staring down at your tied hands and trying to soothe the sharp ache in your chest.

“Yeah….so fortunate.” You laughed, refusing to meet his gaze once again. If your old life had been considered fortunate, you wouldn’t even want to know what was considered unlucky. He stayed silent, only reading up on the details of your life more. 22 years old. Black hair. Brown eyes. Daughter of the Japanese ambassador and distinguished family. Your father is a business tycoon and your mother his arm candy. One sibling; a sister. Allergic to shellfish.

“Well, Ms. Y/N, if you are so desperate to not return to your cushy life with a silver spoon, you’ll stay here until we figure out what we should do with you.” He pulled you up from your seat and signaled you to follow him. The house you were in was almost as grand as your own, hallways spanning for what seemed to be miles. You guessed that the chandelier above you was Swarovski; you had the same one in your dining room. You felt annoyance gnawing at the back of your head. Who was he to judge you when your lifestyles were so aligned.

“You’ll be staying in here.” The man opened a door to a large room with a queen size bed in the middle. It looked like your room back home, and you wanted to throw up. Your expression didn’t go unnoticed as the man rolled his eyes.

“My sincerest apologies if the room is not up to her highnesses’ standards.” He shoved you roughly through the doorway, making you stumble over your own shaky feet. The man turned to leave but was stopped by your meek and quivering voice.

“W-What’s your name?” You muttered, ignoring the fear you could hear in your own words.

“Not that I owe it to you or anything,” he said coldly.

“It’s Namjoon.”

Namjoon. The name suited him. Suited his confident gait and his cold but calculating stare. You wanted to yell in his face. Tell him that you weren’t the spoiled brat princess he had made you out to be. Scream the reason why you ran away. But you couldn’t. After all your father and family have put you through, you knew how important his job was and what a high government figure he was. You couldn’t threaten that position. Your father was still your father once, and not the monster he has become.

You collapsed on the soft bed after washing up as best you could, with no intention of sleeping. Sleeping risks having a nightmare, and your state was already fragile as it was. You turned on the bedside lamp and tucked yourself into the goose-feathered blanket, finally processing everything that had happened today. It seemed to crash like a ton of bricks, and you let out the pain on a poor, ill-fated pillow that had the unfortunate fate of being near.

A knock sounded from the other side of the door and swung open immediately afterwards. You bolted up to a sitting position.

“Could you keep it down? I’m in the room next to you.” His words felt like a slap in the face, and you could feel another bout of tears surfacing but swallowed down to avoid being pummeled by your captor.

“Oh”, you hiccuped, “sorry.”

“What? Do the sheets not have high enough thread count? I’ll get someone on that”. His words were mocking and rude, and try as you did, you couldn’t stop the dry sob that forced its way out of your throat. His lips curled up into a smirk. You hated that they assumed everything about who you were. You hated being taken. You hated whoever this is that told you to be quiet.

“Taehyung! What are you doing in there?” A silver voice cut through the hallway and you halted your hysterical sobbing in anticipation and fear. Another man. One of the ones in the cafe. There had been seven of them, you weren’t sure. He looked at you and softened at your red and blotchy face.

“Did you make her cry, you brat?” He slapped Taehyung across the shoulder, making him roll his eyes.

“I told you to go easy and look at what you did.” He seemed to be lecturing the other man like a parent figure. It would’ve made you giggle had you not been sobbing.

“H-He didn’t make me cry. I was crying before...I was being t-too loud. I’m sorry.” Wiping away the tears that had clouded over helped you see the new man. Of course, dangerously handsome and aura dripping in elegance.

“Yeah, Jin-hyung, I was just trying to hack the cameras in the embassy but I couldn’t do it while it sounded like a funeral next door.” Taehyung huffed, rubbing the spot where he got hit. So this new guy’s name was Jin. You made a mental list in your head. So far you have figured out Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jin.

Jin approached you and gently wiped away the steady stream of tears on your face. You nearly gasped in surprise. Ever since the cafe, everyone has been so rough with you. Come to think of, it’s been so long since anyone has ever touched you with care and no intent to hurt. You flinched at the unfamiliarity, which made Jin frown before moving away.

“Come on Tae, let’s let Y/N get some sleep.” He ushered Taehyung towards the door and closed it gently. You were alone, again. With nothing but your thoughts.

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“Y/N, you’re fucking useless. We had you to make our family look better, and you can’t even serve that simple purpose.” Your father spit the words at you, accompanied with a stinging slap across the cheek. Some days were worse than others. At least he wasn’t hitting your sister.

“God, why the fuck did the universe give me this pathetic excuse of a fucking daughter?” He kicked you in the stomach.

“All I asked was to not go out and let the press see you.”

Punch to the jaw.

“And you can’t even do one fucking thing right.”

Another kick.

He always said the words eerily calm. That’s how you’d know he was angry. He would never yell, just said it simply and without waver as he beat you into the floor and your mother pretended not to hear from the other room.

“I should just get rid of you now. You’d make a good whore.” His fists rained down on you. By the end of it, you laid still and let him finish taking his anger out on you. It was never worth fighting back, anyway. He would just hit you twice as hard.

You woke up with a gasp, hands clutching onto the blanket that was held to your chest and gulping in air desperately. You had started crying in your sleep, leaving a wet stain on the pillow and your body felt sticky from sweat. This was why you avoided sleeping in the first place, but it seems you cried yourself exhausted last night and drifted away. A cough came from the open doorway, as a man peered in with a tray of food. His shocked eyes told you that he had been here before you woke up.

“Food.” He uttered. He walked closer to your bedside table and paused, taking in the scene before him. You were having a nightmare when he came in, and all he knew to do was stare at you until you woke up. He swiftly placed the tray onto the nightstand, and you flinched in response, which confused Jungkook even more. He shook it off, turning to make his way out the door. Before he could leave, though, you yelled out and asked for his name.

“It’s Jungkook.” His eyes avoided your’s.

“Jungkook...thank you for bringing that for me.” His hands froze on the doorknob. He never expected someone like you to have manners at all, much less for the same group of people that kidnapped you off the streets. Jungkook left with no more words exchanged.

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“Hyung...did you notice something weird about Y/N?” Jungkook fiddled with his fork as they all sat around a dining table eating breakfast. He had been feeling off all morning after Y/N, like something was gnawing at the back of his mind.

“Who? The girl we kidnapped?” Taehyung questioned, mouth full of scrambled eggs as he insisted on shoving more in. He looked at Jungkook confusedly.

“Yeah..she’s just jumpy. More than most. And when I went to give her food, she was having a nightmare and pleading for someone to stop.” Jungkook knew the signs. He knew what that looked like. He’s experienced it.

Jin looked up from his newspaper and sipped a cup of black coffee. “Come to think of it, yes actually. She flinched away from me yesterday and I barely moved.” Jin didn’t give it another thought, though, returning to his newspaper crossword puzzle.

“I dunno Kook, it’s probably nothing. Probably dreaming about someone stealing her Birkin.” The group chuckled at Yoongi’s jab lightheartedly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right”, Jungkook pushed down his suspicions. He was probably reading too much into things. Those are miniscule signs and he was in no way a profiler.

Taehyung chugged a glass of orange juice after his mouthful of eggs. “Besides, she just got snatched off the street by a bunch of strangers.” He looked at Jungkook, trying to assuage whatever he’s got his head roped up in.

The group spent the rest of the morning laughing over breakfast and briefing over the duties they were each responsible for. More like a group of old friends rather than business partners of an underground mafia that dominated the entire Seoul drug ring. You really had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, and what being the ambassador’s daughter means for you. Namjoon would have to decide by the end of the day what the course of action is regarding your situation. Giving you back to your father would put them in his favor. They would have an in to high-level government officials. However, keeping you would give them leverage to hold over the ambassador’s head. What Namjoon didn’t know, though, was why you were so insistant on not going back. He was going to make it his goal to find out.

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tiaragqueen · 6 years ago

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Dubious Honor

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeon Jeongguk x Princess! Reader

✂ Word Count: 2k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Possessiveness, mentions of death

✂ The story is fictional and for amusement only. I don't believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

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“I’m growing madder by the day. It doesn’t matter, anyway. Over dramatic and insane, but you look at me so differently. Oh, me specifically.” - Problematic [Get Scared]

To be engaged with a stranger or an acquaintance was common in the royal family. It might sound restricting because that meant you would be married to someone you barely knew, but the life of royalty had always been predestined since birth. Clearly, it wasn’t all wealth and elegant garments like most people thought. They had an image; a reputation to uphold. One blemish was all it took for everything to go downhill, and for them to lose their honors.

Jungkook was the second and the last son of the Jeon siblings. However, just because he wouldn't be the next king, doesn’t mean he had more freedom than his brother. He was still a prince after all - had an area that he needed to look after as his responsibility - and a prince needed his partner as well. Jung Hyun, his brother, was already betrothed with a princess from the Gwangju Kingdom. Thus, with Jungkook's 19th birthday drawing near, his parents decided to drop a bombshell on him.

“Darling,” Queen Jeon spoke up once her younger son had seated in front of them.

The butler had approached him after his meeting with the officials, asking for his assistance in the great hall as requested by the king. Jungkook was confused but obeyed nonetheless in case it was important.

“Your father and I have discussed regarding your future partner. We know that you’ve received a lot of marriage proposals from other kingdoms. Thus, we elected Princess [Name] from the Daegu Kingdom as your consort.”

She paused, taking in Jungkook's silence before her husband continued. “We shall visit them tomorrow after breakfast.”

Jungkook remained quiet. He supposed he should be angry that they had decided such an important thing without his knowledge – for God's sake, they wanted him to marry a woman he had never met! – but Jungkook felt... content. Content because that meant he shouldn’t have to undergo the laborious process of wooing and courting. That, and because Jungkook was too shy with the opposite sex. So with this engagement, he just needed to proceed without having to worry about who he would marry later.

“This engagement will strengthen our relationship with the Daegu Kingdom. I hope you understand, Jungkook.” Queen Jeon said softly, fearing that her son might lash out to them. Not that he would, though. Jungkook had always been an obedient child, and a tad naïve too.

He nodded dutifully, much to their satisfaction. “Of course, I understand.” he murmured.

“I’m glad, son.” King Jeon reached out to pat him on the shoulder, smiling proudly for Jungkook's compliance despite the guilt that gnawed on his chest.

Every parent wants their child to be happy, and this arranged marriage was less than ideal. Yet how he could object, when he had been ordered to marry Queen Jeon either? Sure, they had eventually 'grown' to love each other - to make the best of it because they didn't need to trouble their families - but to marry someone that you loved would better.

“But I should forewarn you that Princess [Name] can be a little... aloof. So I hope you don’t take her attitude too personally.” King Jeon said, his expression turning a bit serious.

Jungkook shook his head. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

‘A little’ was an understatement. You were as distant as your oldest brother, Yoongi, if not more. Taehyung, the middle child, was friendlier and slightly eccentric. Although he did retain a somewhat aloof aura like the other two. Jungkook noted it was a trait that ran in the family, despite the fact that their parents had made the efforts to be more welcoming.

Even though Jungkook had been informed by King Jeon regarding your demeanor, he couldn’t help the sadness that prickled his chest by your lack of enthusiasm over their arrival. Other than a curtsy, you didn't bother to start a conversation with him. Jungkook might be shy, but he still wanted you to be comfortable around him. How would he know about your true feelings concerning this betrothal if you refused to talk?

The answer came very soon – fortunately for him and unfortunately to you – when your mother asked you to bring him to the garden for a ‘chat’. You complied without a second thought, leading him to a huge backyard. Flowers and plants of various sizes, types, and colors bloomed magnificently under the warm sunlight. Dare he said it was bigger than his own garden back at home.

“You have a gorgeous place,” he murmured as an icebreaker. His chest squeezed painfully when he picked up the sound of your quiet scoff.

“I don’t like you,” you said bluntly, face emotionless and lips stretched into a thin line.

Jungkook's eyes looked like they were about to pop off from their sockets; the abruptness of your response completely threw him off guard.

“The only reason why I agree with this engagement is that I don’t want to have unnecessary problems with your kingdom. Because, obviously, a peaceful relation is more important than a loveless marriage. I don’t even know you.”

You sneered, oblivious to the tears that stung his eyes when you said those acrid words. Did you really hate him that much even though you claimed that you didn’t know him? Wasn’t it a bit unfair though? You hadn’t given him a chance to show more of his personality yet. How could you suddenly decide that you despised him?

“Why...?” he whispered, afraid that if he raised his voice any higher he would accidentally break down. He wasn’t a weak man, but even he wasn’t insensitive to pain. Just because men are often taught to be tough, doesn’t mean they don’t possess feelings. Just like women aren't always sensitive and a crybaby.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you huffed as if his question wasn’t worth answering. “I don’t like you. I’ve said it a few minutes ago if you bothered to listen.”

Jungkook scowled. “You're so judgmental.” He didn’t intend to be sassy, especially at first meeting, because his parents had told him over and over again to make a good impression before they arrived. Yet, your senseless hate was starting to irk him.

“Aren’t we all?” you retorted offhandedly. Jungkook noticed your gaze drifted towards a man in the distance, crouching near the roses. It was discreet; others might dismiss it as you staring off the distance.

But Jungkook wasn't a fool.

The man looked about in his mid-twenty; with big physique, natural black hair, and handsome profile. Maybe too handsome for a mere worker. He wore a plain top with brown overalls and dirty dark boots. He carefully cut the flowers, brows furrowed and pink lips pouted. Sweats dripped from his forehead, and Jungkook observed the way your eyes watching them disappear under his shirt intensely.

Jungkook pushed his tongue against the hollow of his cheek. It didn’t take a genius to know that you liked him – that gardener. Both sexually and romantically. Your body language practically screamed longing and attraction; lingering yet wistful glances, one foot pointed towards that man's direction, body shifted slightly to him, head turned away a little, brows furrowed, and lips lowered. However, you refrained from approaching him due to Jungkook's presence, as it could indicate disrespect to the current partner.

At least you knew how to be polite, despite your bluntness and captiousness.

Still, that just wouldn’t do.

Growing up as he did, Jungkook was used to people paying full attention to what he said. And now, here you were, ignoring him and instead of indulging yourself in watching some lowly worker.

He needed you to focus on him, and him only.

If you said that everyone was judgmental, then surely you wouldn’t mind if he was being judgmental to that scum?

“I see now...” Jungkook nodded to himself, ignoring your curious and confused glance. He raised his head and stared straight into your eyes.

How pretty, he thought. If only you’d look at him the same way you looked at that man. After all, Jungkook was your betrothed. Not that man. Jungkook deserved better treatment than this. And if he couldn’t get it with a gentle approach, then he just had to use the hard way.

Jungkook didn’t want to do this, but boundaries need to be drawn. He was a prince; he wasn’t born to be treated like trash, especially by his own fiancée. The one person who should revere him the way he revered her.

“It is pleasant to talk with you, Your Highness. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to tend to some important matters.” He bowed and headed inside before you had a chance to reply.

Of course, just because that bastard was the object of your affection, doesn’t mean you were free from punishment either. But Jungkook was a lenient man; willing to overlook an error as long as you learned your mistake and promise not to repeat it.

The next month, he visited the Daegu Kingdom again. This time, he came without his parents' assistance. You appeared in the threshold of the castle, having been informed that he'd like to see you in person, with a stoic face. Yet, one could see the deep sadness and grief in the crevices of your hollow eyes. And although Jungkook felt a bit guilty to see your state, he knew that it was the right choice to make.

Nobody messed with Jungkook and stole what was his.

“Your Highness,” he bowed respectfully and deeply because even if you were rude to him before, you were still a princess. And you deserved your honor.

Jungkook was optimistic that you would open up to him very soon. How could you not? All a grieving person needs is reassurance and consolation, and Jungkook was more than happy to share them with you. Thus, a closer bond would eventually be formed.

It was such a simple plan, yet it still required great thinking and accuracy. Everything needed to proceed according to his bidding; to ensure that there would be no evidence left. Jin’s body shouldn’t be found in any way, be it a strand of hair or even a lint. He had to disappear. Literally and figuratively.

Jungkook frowned, assuming the front of a concerned prince. “Your Highness, you seem a little pale. Is everything alright?”

You nodded, unable to look at him in the eye like you used to. Jungkook mentally scoffed at your stubbornness. It was obvious that you weren’t in your best condition, as you appeared that you would rather be on the bed than here. But Jungkook understood the importance of appearing healthy even if you weren’t.

For the sake of other people. It was always like that. Unchanging.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” you mumbled. Jungkook detected the slightest crack in your voice and resisted the simper that twitched his lips.

“I’ve heard about what happened to your gardener...” he trailed off, discerning your tensing shoulders. Great reaction, just as he expected. “It was truly an unfortunate accident.”

You looked down. “I know...” Was all you said before drops of tears trickled down from your reddened nose.

“Oh, Your Highness.” Jungkook gently pulled you into his embrace and noted with great satisfaction your lack of resistance. Instead, you accepted it as if it was the last hug you would receive from a living human being. “I’m sorry. It must be hard to lose such an important person.”

You merely sobbed against his chest, unaware of the emphasis he purposefully put on the edge of the sentence. Not that you needed to know, anyway. Jin was already gone. Once and for all.

“He left...” you hiccupped, your tears staining his crimson vest but he didn’t care. “He left... just like that. He didn’t even say goodbye...”

“Shush,” Jungkook stroked your hair affectionately. He knew it was rather inappropriate to exhibit an intimate action like this, especially when there were a lot of guards nearby. Then again, since when did Jungkook ever care? You were finally in his arms, and he’d be damned if he let such an opportunity to pass by. “It's all right. You don’t need to say anything. Just let it all out; I promise I won’t judge you.”

It was true; you really didn’t need to say anything. Because Jungkook knew. Because he was the real mastermind behind Jin’s accident.

Because he was the manipulator. The cause of it all.

Not that you needed to know, anyway.

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Could I request reactions of when (mc and rfa+v dating) mc find out she has an terminal illness and ask them to break up without tell them,she wants them to hate her so they do not grieve too much,so when they know mc already died, angst if you cant its ok ilike your imagination♡0♡

RFA + V with a Mc who finds out that she will die soon and makes them hate her to not make them suffer for her

Huhhhh why do you need to make me cry this much! I hope you like my angst, really…please tell me because I personally think that this is one of my best Hc and for the first time I’m really really really proud of myself! Have fun and don’t cry!

Ps. I watched the Kdrama ,,Uncontrollably Fond’’ where the main lead (Kim Woo Bin) is ill, like Mc in this request and tries to find his old love just to see how much she changed but still loves her. And so the female lead (Suzy) and him go through a lot of hardships since she doesn’t know about his illness at first. I really liked the Drama, it was filled with emotions and secrets! And then after the Drama I found out that Kim Woo Bin was really sick after the Drama, luckily he overcame the illness, I’m soo happy! I first knew him from ,,the Heirs’’ and I didn’t really like him ( Lee MinHo forever haha) but now, ahh I like him! Are there any Kim Woo Bin fans? Now, enough talking, go and read the Headcanon for real!

ATTENTION! This headcanon can trigger! Don’t read if you can’t handle the mention of: Self harm, death, illness, suicide

Jumin

,,You must have seen wrong, Doctor.“ you snapped as the doctor told you about the illness you had.

You were so young, barely 30 and now he told you that you were going to die?

,,How long?“ you asked him.

It wasn’t a long time anymore, you knew.

The doctor told you to please go to the hospital to get treatment.

Without any help, you would live about three months.

You however took your purse and glared at him.

,,If you dare to tell my husband, I will sue you and destroy you.“ you snapped with a trembling voice.

It wasn’t like you to be like that. Perhaps the fear deep in your heart made you tell him these things.

You walked out of the room and walked to the parking lot.

With a click you turned on the radio and began to sob loudly.

What should you tell him now?

Should you even tell him?

And then, you made up your mind.

Once at home you had time for one hour.

You decided to make a video for Jumin.

In there you told him the reason for your lie.

,,I‘m home!“ Jumin called as he opened the door.

You smiled at him and hugged him.

Our last hug….you thought.

As you kissed him, you thought about your last kiss and when you smiled at him, you thought about the last time you could see his beautiful eyes shining at the view of you.

You knew you were selfish but you thought it was for his best.

For the next months the two of you went on trips and every time you went away, you met a former friend.

You tried to make him jealous and angry.

You didn’t only make up relationships, but you also tried to discuss with him about everything.

Deep in your heart it was painful for you too.

But for him you wanted to be in pain even in your afterlife.

The third month finally arrived. Jumin still tried to hold into you but he wasn’t as happy as before anymore.

,,You’re a big cold hearted ass, Jumin Han! Everything I cared about was your money! You know what? I want to have a divorce. Finally get rid of you!“ you yelled and rushed out.

Jumin Han stayed behind and finally cried after a long long time.

He didn’t know that you were in pain, ill and worried about him.

He didn’t know that you hated yourself, that you didn’t mean it, that you didn’t want it.

He didn’t know that you tried to protect him.

Three months later Jumin tried to call you for the last sentence for the divorce.

His anger against you was making him grow colder than he was in the past.

,,Yes?“ a man responded your phone with a trembling voice.

Jumin‘s jealously grew once again.

,,Who are you, Sir? I wanted to talk to Mc.“ he said.

,,I‘m-no, we need to meet up. I guess you’re her ex-husband, right? I have something for you.“ the man mumbled and told Jumin a place and time.

Not long after the two of them met, Jumin Han was a totally different man.

To get to know your cousin and to get to know the news that you died crushed his heart.

The video he gave him, scared him.

Even more did the sight of your crying face.

,,Hello Jumin. If you’re now watching this video it must mean that I‘m dead….haha. How weird to say this. Today I got told that I‘m ill. Deadly ill. I decided to protect your heart and make you hate me. I hope I didn’t fail and that today, you won’t love me as you loved me in the past….I hope that today you’re not in pain without me by your side…Just know that I love you, loved you and will love you forever. Please forgive me. I did everything for you…believe me….“

Jumin Han couldn’t bear it anymore.

He watched the video about three times until he finally decided to sue the doctor.

Afterwards he spend all his money and strength in donations for ill people who were diagnosed with a deadly illness.

And of course he spend his money on wine, a lot of wine.

Three bottles a day in front of the television with your last video, a picture of you and your good smelling pajamas.

Without you this man was broken.

,,Mc….rather than spending these days in hate I would have loved it to spend good days with you….why did you make this decision…?“ he often asked you while he was crying his eyes out.

Zen

,,Ahhhhh so exciting!“ you giggled to yourself as you patted your flat belly.

Since days you were feeling dizzy and had to vomit.

You were sure of it, you were pregnant.

You still didn’t know that you were wrong.

You didn’t know that soon you would be confronted with awful news.

The shock almost made you throw up.

This time however you weren’t happy at your body’s reaction.

You were scared, angry and helpless.

,,But…are you sure that I will die?“ you asked your doctor as tears slowly slipped down your cheeks.

,,Yes, I‘m sorry to tell you about your illness. We can however decelerate this. We need to send you to the-“

,,Sorry. But, will it help me? I will still die. I would rather die now than make my loved ones live with me in pain. Please don’t tell it anybody. My family can’t know about it.“ you begged.

Without an explanation you left the room and walked back home.

The happiness you had earlier disappeared.

Everything but this, you begged and quickly your legs gave up as you began to cry.

,,No no no no no no no no no please please please please please no!“ you begged.

And now? You knew you couldn’t destroy the love of your life, if Zen would know about this he would be as dead as you….

That’s when you got the idea to just break up with him.

You entered your shared home and waited for Zen.

You deeply hoped that your plan would work out and that today would be the last day of your life together with Zen.

Because you just couldn’t bear to lie at him.

,,Hi princess, how was your day?“

,,Hi Zenny~ I saw such a beautiful young man~ why don’t you cut your hair? They are ruined. I think we should change job. We would be such good teachers for example ~!“

,,Mc, are you kidding me?“ he asked you and you noticed that his mood was getting bad.

,,I just wanted to change you~ but I guess I failed. Just let’s break up…I didn’t imagine my life like this.“ you told him with an evil smile.

Zen stayed open mouthed and looked at you.

What did you mean?

But he couldn’t react quickly enough, you already stamped out and left the apartment.

Since then the two of you didn’t speak anymore.

Instead you posted disgusting emojis below his posts to make him hate you even more.

,,Mc…why didn’t you tell him…?“ your sister asked you with tears in her eyes.

,,Do you really want to die without the man you love?“ she asked you as she held your hand.

Finally your time came.

You were thin, you couldn’t even move a muscle anymore.

,,Take…..the letter….in my purse….if Zen would get to know the truth….give him the letter…..“ you tried to tell her.

She nodded and asked you to please stay awake as she took the letter.

But you couldn’t stand it anymore.

Your thoughts were filled with Zen and your eyes searched for him.

In the last seconds of your life you stayed alone.

All your wrongdoings came back to your mind and as you breathed your last breath, you said his name ,,Zen“.

Three years passed, Zen tried to check several times your social media accounts but it was no use, as is if you had disappeared.

Your family also behaved odd that’s how he came to know that you died.

He was shocked as he read your sisters post and so the next day he met her.

,,To be honest I did this on purpose, Hyun. She didn’t want you to know but…..well. Here, a letter from her. I should give it you if you would come to know about her death.“ you sister mumbled while crying. She got up, hugged him, apologized a last time and went away, leaving the young white haired man on his own.

As Zen read the letter, a lot of things came to make sense.

Zen read the letter a lot of times until he decided to follow you.

His dream was to let you know how stupid your decision was and how much he still loved you.

And so Zen died only four years later after your death day, thinking about you

,,I want you to live, who are you kidding, Mc….I want to live with you…“

Yoosung

,,RIKA RIKA RIKA RIKA! I‘m fucking annoyed! You only talk about Rika and LOLOL, Yoosung! Grow up, IDIOT! I will just go to the man who approached me yesterday. I‘m fucking finished!“ you yelled at the blond man who was tearing up.

He didn’t even have the strength to ran after you, to stop you or beg you for forgiveness.

As soon as you packed your things and left the house, you began to cry.

The cold rain pounded on you as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

The coldness outside was almost warm, compared to the loneliness in your heart which made you shiver.

You were indeed a bad woman, you lied and crushed him without blinking, you thought.

,,Illness…to hell!“ you snapped and got up and like a strong woman you entered the hospital to get hospitalized.

,,Oh, Mrs Kim! Who are you writing again?“ the Nurse asked you as she handled you over the pictures you asked her to print.

,,My husband!“ you said with a big smile as you looked at the pictures.

Hair and chest were missing but you were sure, that everything would get better soon.

,,Oh, he‘s in the abroad?“ she asked you.

When you however told her that he didn’t know, her face froze.

It didn’t take long and your situation got even worser.

At some point the nurse begged you to call Yoosung but you never lost hope.

Until one morning you died, alone in the white hospital room.

,,Who’s that?!“ Yoosung snapped as he threw his head phones on the floor.

How long has it been after you left him?

After he lost your whereabouts?

When he opened the door his hopes of seeing you got crushed.

The nurse who was caring for you, was at his door and handled him the letters ,,She fought until her last breath. She was a wonderful woman who mistook one decision. I‘m sorry for your loss.“ she told him and left.

Yoosung read the letters and looked at all the pictures you sent him.

His tears didn’t stop and soaked your last letters.

,,Dear Yoosung, you’re reading this letters while I‘m probably in front of you! We did it, Yoosung! We finally fought, I‘m healthy and alive, Rika‘s faith spared us.

I deeply hope that you will forgive me, Yoosung because I really did my best in order to spare you from these hard moments. I love you.“

Yoosung didn‘t know what to do, the young man cursed you and everyone.

He began to toss all kind of objects around him.

Because this lost was a hard one, a loss which would leave his heart empty forever.

Jaehee

You watched your beautiful girlfriend as she served a guest with a big smile.

You loved her just so much, you wanted to protect her with all your strength.

That’s why you had to do what you planned in your little head.

,,Jaehee.“ you called her after everyone left.

,,Yes?“ she responded and turned her head to you, her beautiful long hair danced as she looked at you.

Her beauty made it even harder for you to break up.

,,I….I decided to move out. This shop…it’s a big burden for me. I hate it here.“ you told her.

,,I would like to break up with you.“ you said.

She didn’t even have time to respond as you began to throw away the cake you prepared for the next day.

,,I HATE IT HERE!“ you screamed and began to sob.

You didn’t want to do it like that, but the fear of your soon death scared you.

Even more the thought about the fact that you will die while she would hate you.

You left the shop sobbing and left Jaehee behind.

You didn’t hear from her for a long long time.

She never called you and so did you.

The only one who knew the real issue was Jumin who was also by your side while you faced the hardship.

Well, to be honest deep in your heart you wanted him to carry your secret as a payback for Jaehee‘s hardships but in the end it turned out that you just wanted someone by your side.

,,How is she…?“ you mumbled after he let you slip a bit of water.

,,Together with Yoosung she‘s working again for me. She cut her hair and closed the shop.“ Jumin said without showing any feelings.

,,So my act will be in vain?“ you asked him.

,,Sometimes it’s just better to say something personally. People think they can protect each other like that, but that’s not true. In the end they just get hurt deeply.“

,,You speak as if you’re not human, Mr Han.“ you teased him and had to cough.

,,Mc, I said several times that I would pay for the hospital fees why didn’t you get hospitalized?“ he asked you.

,,You did more than I actually wanted you to do….“ you told him.

The next day Jumin came, he found two letters on your table. Unfortunately you fell asleep forever after writing them.

A lonely sleep.

,,Dear Jumin.

Thank you for everything you did. Please give this letter to Jaehee. I want to see her a last time. And in order to make her come I wrote the letter. I decided to write you a letter too because it seemed more prettier. And besides I was so sleepy and wanted you to let her know right away. Would you do me this last please? If I‘m asleep, please wake me up~“ the letter said.

Jumin Han shed a tear. You couldn’t see it or hear his sobbing sounds, but he cried for you.

,,Mc had a reason.“ he told Jaehee when he came back.

,,Mr Han I appreciate it that you want us to make up but-“

,,This wasn‘t my intention, Assistant Kang. I wanted her to rest in peace and you…to live without any regrets. Please read the letter and go to give her your goodbyes.“ Jumin told her.

Jaehee softly opened the letter and read every word.

Tears slipped down her face as she read your begs.

To please come to visit her, let you see her beautiful eyes, smell her long hair and listen to her beautiful voice as she talked about the shop.

For several days Jaehee couldn’t get a hold of her life.

As she looked at the shop from the outside, she noticed that everything seemed lonely, cold and dark but when Jaehee remembered your letter, her life began to bloom once again.

,,Please go on with your dream. Our dream, I will always support you.“ your last sentence said.

Saeyoung

,,I’m off!’’ you said and left through the door to go to the hospital.

Since a few days you were feeling odd, you had headaches and felt sick, you also lost a lot of hair and your vision kept getting bad.

You decided to go to the medical.

Saeyoung knew but had no time to go with you.

But your soon to be husband promised you that he would check your condition through the doctors files.

Although you often begged him to stop hacking.

Well, you could never be sure and that’s why today you had two assignments.

Saeyoung although knew only about one, the fake one.

You first went to the fake appointment, you needed new birth control pills, that’s why everything went by pretty quickly, the next one was the real appointment.

Saeyoung didn’t know about this one, and it was good so.

Because the awful truth you came to know would stay your secret forever.

You looked at your tests as you realized that you were really dying.

,,What did you say, doctor? I….I won’t live more than four months…?’’ you asked him again as tears filled your brown eyes.

The doctor nodded.

,,No, Sir, you must have done a mistake, there’s….it’s impossible!’’ you began to sob and cried.

,,No, I’m sorry to tell you that the test is right. But if you like, I could make another appointment for you with another doctor.’’ he told you.

,,No, no…thank you…’’ you mumbled.

Deep in your mind you already knew that you were dying, deep in your heart you could already feel the sadness and loneliness.

Your pale body would soon lay into the tight coffin, darkness would surround you below the ground, coldness will accompany you forever.

You were at the end of your nerves, you were scared.

What would you tell him, the man of your life?

After all he went through, you couldn’t tell him that you would join V.

Your hands began to tremble as you thought about Saeran who still was in a critical situation, Saeyoung wouldn’t be able to survive this on his own, he wouldn’t!

,,But fuck…he’s such a genius!’’ you sobbed harder as you began to chew on your nails.

,,This is all because I kept eating unhealthy things, because I judged Rika, V is giving me his payback for everything what happened in the RFA!’’ you cried.

That day you came home late, Saeyoung was pretty happy to see you but you felt sick at his smile.

He was so happy and your happiness would vanish soon.

,,Crap!’’ you snapped to yourself and slapped your cheek at your ill minded thoughts.

Saeyoung deserved happiness…why were you like that?!

After that moment you noticed that you needed to break up immediately.

,,Mc….why are you packing your stuff?’’ Saeyoung asked you.

,,Saeyoung, you were right, you will hurt me…you are dangerous….you…you are so…difficult to live with! I…I feel like dying with you! I…can’t I’m sorry…this is all to much…please become happy without me and look after Saeran but please let me go, let me live happily!’’ you begged and slapped yourself in your thoughts.

Why did you say that? Why would you hurt him like that? You knew that Saeyoung would get hurt by that, you knew perfectly that he would be unhappy but still, your thoughts kept hunting you.

He could be happy, you not, so why not hurting him?

,,SHUT THE FUCK UP I HATE IT!’’ you screamed and threw everything on the ground.

,,I HATE YOU!’’ you yelled even loader.

,,YOU….YOU! IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU!’’ you panicked and began to cry harder, cold tears dripped on the floor while a few came to touch your lips.

The salt taste of your tears made you notice your words.

You wanted to apologize, beg him for forgiveness and help but all you said was a simply ,,I hate you.’’

With that you left him behind, Saeyoung saw his nightmare in front of him.

He tried to chase you but you glared at him.

,,I won’t give up….’’ he mumbled as he saw you leave.

He didn’t give up on his brother either and now he was together with him again so why should he let you suffer alone?

He knew that something was wrong and that’s why he decided to leave you for a bit.

But perhaps he left you alone for too long.

Because five months later everything about you disappeared.

Nothing was left and the fear that someone could have harmed you let him tremble even in his dreams.

But he never expected to find out about your death.

It was as if he was trapped in a never ending nightmare when he read your doctors files.

Every file said ,,deceased’’.

Was this true?

Saeyoung visited every grave yard and asked everyone about you but he didn’t find you either.

,,Maybe she…she found someone who could hack too?’’ Yoosung mumbled as the RFA were on their way to visit Jihyun’s grave.

Saeran went with them but abruptly stopped his steps as he saw a face he didn’t see for a long time - yours.

,,S….Saeyoung….’’ he mumbled.

,,Huh…?’’ Saeyoung whispered as he followed his brothers eyes to your grave, next to the blue haired man’s one.

,,Huh…?’’ he croaked.

,,No….’’ he mumbled and fell on his knees.

,,NO MC! MC! MC! I’M SORRY FOR MY JOKES, DON’T….DON’T BE LIKE THAT!’’ the red haired man screamed, making everyone notice your grave.

,,NO NO NO NO NO NO!’’ he sobbed harder as his hands touched the cold ground, digging into the dirt to save you from down there.

,,No no no no she’s afraid SHE’S AFRAID OF DARK PLACES!’’ he screamed louder and tried to burrow up your grave.

Only Zen, Jumin and his brother were strong enough to hold him back.

Saeyoung could only read the sentence on your grave before his mind went blank, before he lost his head.

,,The space dust of me will whisper ,,I love you’’ into the infinity of the universe’’

None dared to say it but everyone knew that he would follow you, but none knew that he would follow you so soon….

Jihyun

,,I love you….’’ he whispered as he stroked your hair.

You kissed his cheek and closed your eyes.

Until now you never knew that you were such a good actor, you never knew that you could deceive people so good.

But right now you were doing it.

The truth was that you were ill, you wouldn’t be able to live as long as you thought and wished for.

You would have to leave your boyfriend soon.

You could hear your boyfriend mumble in his dreams while you observed him.

You wanted to break up with him, to let him hate you.

But you already knew that he couldn’t hate you, he even loved Rika so deeply….

While you were watching your handsome boyfriend you were thinking about a way to make him hate you and with thoughts about this problem you fell asleep.

The next morning Jihyun got woken up by a loud thud and screams.

When he went to check on you were throwing around his paintings and pictures.

The man you loved didn’t dare to move an inch as he saw you destroying everything.

,,YOU!’’ you screamed when you saw him, faking anger was pretty hard for you, you loved him after all.

But right now your thoughts were filled with your deadly illness.

,,YOU DREAMED ABOUT HER, RIKA! YOU DREAMED ABOUT HER AND CALLED HER IN YOUR DREAMS! I HATE IT!’’ you screamed.

Jihyun was perplexed, he was sure that he didn’t dream about Rika.

,,Mc, please, don’t destroy them…you will hurt yourself…let us talk…’’ he begged you.

He didn’t knew how to react to you, you never behaved like this.

,,Don’t dare, I WON’T!’’ you screamed.

,,If I become like her, will you love me then?’’ you asked him with a scary voice as you approached him and scratched his arm with a fragment of the broken frame.

Jihyun immediately flinched and went a few steps back, his eyes were filled with surprise, he didn’t knew what to do.

,,Ah….what a pity….your mother died for you, huh? Such a vain…now I get why your father is like that.’’ you snapped at him, hitting his feelings really deep.

You hated yourself for your words as you saw his wet eyes.

When would he finally find happiness?

When would he meet a healthy woman filled with love and happiness? Was this man cursed?

But before you could care more you left the room, trying to get away from him.

To leave him alone with his thoughts about your ugly actions.

You seemed to have done a good job because a few days later everyone from the RFA tried to contact you except for Jihyun.

But unfortunately they were way too late.

You crushed your phone and kissed with red lipstick the letter for Jihyun before you took a few sleeping pills too much.

Your eyes slowly closed as you thought about the man you were leaving.

You wouldn’t allow the illness to destroy you, in his mind you wanted to stay the beautiful girlfriend although you already lost this status for a long time.

,,What?’’ Jihyun sobbed as he heard the news of your death.

,,Yes, I’m sorry.’’ Jumin mumbled and looked at his best friend’s hand who had a big scar left.

He hated you for your act but also was grateful that you left him without any more scars.

Although the tall, black haired man didn’t know that you already left a scar on his friend’s heart.

And so the young man was surprised to see Jihyun dead in the bathtub.

,,Live for me, huh?’’ Jumin mumbled as he read your letter of good bye for Jihyun.

The young man slipped at his glass and gulped the red fluid as he observed the place on his right.

So, the two women he liked the most hurt him once again and even took his best friend from him, huh?

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soonyorita · 6 years ago

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Wrath - Shownu | Son Hyunwoo

Something’s weird. Like really weird. It feels like your bed is moving in your sleep, but you don’t remember having a bed that moves? For some odd reason, the mattress feels much more softer now and the smooth texture of what feels like silk bedding- wait, since when did you own anything silk?

Okay, this is strange.

You tried opening your eyes but it’s tightly shut, and no matter how hard you try to open them, it feels like it’s glued. Panic starts to settle within your stomach as you move your hand around, trying to feel as much as you can. If this is just a dream, then it’s the realest you’ve ever had but for the love of God, this is already creeping you out and you just want this to end.

“Human,” You hear a honeyed voice say. “Can you quit worrying? And please, stop mentioning your God here. You’re in hell, gods here are much more different than the usual.”

You turned your head so quickly that you almost gave yourself whiplash to the direction of the voice. There in the corner of the room, is a tall and slender looking man, his arms crossed and a smirk grazing on his face. He looks at you with amusement, taking in your scared and panicked expression from head to toe.

“Welcome to hell, Y/N. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a human visit here in our hell realm. I’m your designated guide and I’ll make sure you’ll have a lot of fun down here in hell.” The smile in the man’s face is downright creeping you out, but you just couldn’t ignore the fact that he is one hell of an attractive man. The man gives off a satisfied smile, before standing up in his seat and offering his slender arms to help you stand. He’s tall, you noted as you took in his appearance. He could be a celebrity if he were in earth, your mind supplies thoughtfully.

“How..how did i get here?” You asked, fingers fiddling the end of your shirt. “Am I dead?”

The man laughs, “no, you’re not. Your physical body is sleeping soundly somewhere while your spirit is here. You will remember all this once you wake up, so no worries Y/N, you’re still alive. Just think of this as an out of body experience.”

You nod, still unsure of what is going on, “so you’re saying we’re in hell? Where exactly are we?”

“Glad you asked.”

He opens a big door to your left and you grimace as it made a rusty sound. Your guide gestures for you to follow him outside and what you saw made you even more speechless. If the room you were in is dark enough already, then the corridor you’re standing at right now is much more darker. Torches line up the walls as the only source of light but for some reason, it makes the atmosphere much more creepier.

“Do I really hear screams of pain and chains being dragged around right now…and oh, why does this particular spot feels hotter than the others?” You scooted closer to your guide as you passed by a strangely looking wall at the corner of the corridor.

“Yes, you heard that right Y/N. We just passed by the punishment rooms and that one room at the end is the ignus locus or fire room if you translate it directly, it’s where souls take a bath.”

“Take a bath? In fire? What the hell!”

The man shrugs. The two of you kept silent as you dared not to ask any more questions, scared of acquiring more information that’ll just end up horrifying the living hell out of you. As the two of you kept on walking, you heard more and more screams and the smell of rusty metal fills the air around you - or is that the smell of blood?

“Here we are, ready Y/N?” Your guide smiles widely at you, his eyes forming two crescent moons. For a moment, you forget that you’re in actual hell because holy shit - his smile is of an angel. Shaking your head off of the weird thoughts, you looked up to him and nodded, albeit unsure.

The largest door you’ve ever seen since you came there stood in front of you, in a shade of black that you could have sworn is darker than Satan’s soul itself. It’s horrifyingly breathtaking in it’s own way, with intricate designs of skull adorning it all over and with actual fire at the edges of the door. You stare at it in awe, eyes never leaving the sight in front of you.

“We’re at the first stop,” The man snaps his fingers and the huge door opens slowly. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Ira, otherwise known as the Kingdom of Wrath.”

The atmosphere in the room is suffocating, the only source of light inside are the torches lined up in the walls and a huge, brooding chandelier on top of what looks like a throne at the very center. The smell of rustic metal still lingers in the air and the sound of more pained screams, loud growls and chains becomes more evident now that you’re in this room. Everything about this room makes you feel overwhelmed and you tried to take hold of your guide’s arm as you fell to your knees, your breathing labored and vision blurry.

“My deep apologies,” A deep and smoky voice say and despite your condition, there’s a still sense of want inside you to look at the source of the voice. “I forgot that the aura in this room is too overwhelming for a human like you.”

You hear a snap and in an instant, you felt your condition getting better. Your guide snickers as he helped you stand up and you looked up to see a new person sitting in the throne in front of you.

“Meet the famed Prince Hyunwoo, Prince of wrath and vengeance. He rules the whole kingdom and is in charge of the souls who committed murder or any crime made out of anger. He’s the oldest out of all the Princes and probably the most known here in hell.”

You took in Prince Hyunwoo’s appearance; he’s definitely the definition of tall, dark and handsome. A long, dark, black robe is draped over his shoulders and a lopsided crown is placed on top of his head. He has sharp features and a well built physique, like he’d spent hours in the gym. He’s smokingly hot, too. You couldn’t help but feel intimidated as he locked eyes with you that you had to look away after a few seconds.

He gives you a faint smile, and it makes you feel relaxed for a bit. “I believe you are Y/N? Welcome to my kingdom, it’s a pleasure for you to be my guest. I hope you had a good sleep in my bed.”

“That was your bed?!” You exclaimed, but quickly covered your mouth in fear of the Prince punishing you in any way. “I mean, that was your bed, your Highness?”

“No need for formalities, Y/N. Just call me Hyunwoo and I’m not going to punish you, you’re my guest and I make my guests feel at home in my kingdom.” The tone of his voice stirs something inside you, for a moment you felt dazed and you swear you saw a glint of red in the Prince’s eyes. “Will you excuse us?”

“Oh you’re starting now?” You turned around to look at your guide and you can see the slight hesitation in his eyes. You gave a him a small smile and mouthed a ‘I’m going to be okay’ and a thumbs up. It must have reassured him as he nodded and headed for the huge door.

“Prince Hyun-” You were cut off when all of a sudden, the Prince is standing so close in front of you, close enough that you can take in his addicting smell. He lifts your chin up with his index finger and now that you two are much closer, it makes you feel intoxicated and dizzy in a good way.

“Y/N..” His voice trails off. A small smirk is grazing his features, “do you know why you’re here?”

Hyunwoo used his free hand to lock you in place, holding the back of your waist gently. As if on cue, a dark red aura surrounds him and his eyes turned from brown to red, making it impossible for you to turn your eyes away from him.

You felt hot, very hot, and you struggle to stand up again on your own. You held on to Hyunwoo’s arm for support, “what - what…is happening?”

“Is it working?” The prince inquires as he sits on his throne, leaving you to stand up on your own. He’s looking at you amusingly, “my spell is definitely working.”

Hyunwoo taps his lap and motions for you to come closer, “I believe this is where you should sit?”

Your feet moved to their own accord, and soon, you found yourself sitting on Hyunwoo’s lap. He interlocks his hand with yours and gave you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, making it possible for you to forget that he’s in fact, the Prince of Wrath.

“Will you be my princess, Y/N?”

It took a moment for you to process what he just said, “w-what?” Your eyes met his and from that moment, it felt like he was luring you in and you felt dazed and hypnotized with just his stare.

“You’ll get the best treatment out of all the princesses here in hell if you’d become mine. My wealth, possessions, this kingdom, will all be yours Y/N. You’d be most known and most powerful of all, just say yes, and you’d be the Princess of Wrath and Vengeance.”

“Time’s over!”

You suddenly fell to the floor, making you wince from the pain. Looking up, you find your guide with crossed arms looking at Prince Hyunwoo through a heated gaze. “Did you use your hypnotic spell again, Hyunwoo?”

The prince shrugged, “I probably did. Shouldn’t we extend the time to five minutes instead of three? Y/N and were kinda in a middle of something, you know.”

“Rules said three minutes is all you ever have to convince a human, I can’t do anything about that.”

“Uh..” You started, looking between Hyunwoo and your guide. “I’m still here, care to explain what happened? I felt like I just woke up from sleep.”

“You were under a spell. I’d explain it to you but we have to get going now to visit another kingdom,” Your guide helps you stand up again. As you locked eyes with Prince Hyunwoo, he gives you a small smile and a wave.

“If you ever think about saying yes, I’ll be here waiting for you.” There’s a dark glint in his eyes that became all too familiar with you. “For now, I gotta welcome the new souls with chains. See you, Y/N.”

You watched Prince Hyunwoo as he’s leaving the throne room, and you almost had a heart attack seeing the huge and monstrous creatures who followed him as soon as he left. They look like gargoyles, but with bigger wings, and much more hideous than the ones you see on pictures on Earth.

“They’re the beluae iram or wrath monsters, kind of like the bodyguards of the Prince.”

“I’m gonna have to die soon if I keep on experiencing and seeing unusual things like these.”

Your guide puts his arm around you, “you’d definitely take that back once we get to the next kingdom.”

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mycandylavynder · 6 years ago

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Christmas Date

Castiel - Nathaniel - Rayan - Priya

Hyun

You are furiously punching away at the keys on your laptop when your phone buzzes aggressively on the desk. You check the glowing screen to see you have a text message from Hyun.

"Hi Candy. Can you meet me at the Cozy Bear in an hour... if you have the time."

You are ready to reply when you receive another message. "And if you want to come. I know it is Christmas..."

You smile. "Of course. I'm just finishing up some work and I don't have to be anywhere until 3. As long as I don't have to work, it sounds good to me." You feel a little bad for being so forward, but you really don't want to work today.

"Oh...no. I got the shift covered. We close at noon.

"Well, I get to close in an hour since it is Christmas. So will I see you then?"

"Cool. See you then. :)" You say, wondering what Hyun might be up to.

You push out a few more sentences before closing out your schoolwork and switching to Youtube videos. You kill some time on the internet, waiting for noon to inch a little closer on the clock. At 11:45, you pack up your belongings and trudge out the library in your pink boots, black winter duty leggings, and fluffy oversized pale pink hoodie.

It's a little nippy outside, but not too cold to keep people indoors as you pass a few couples and families on your short walk to the Cafe. As you tug on the door, a man pushes through with a carryout tray of hot drinks and a paper bag tucked between his teeth. He flashes an apologetic look before disappearing down the street.

As you enter the cafe, the familiar syrupy mixture of specialty coffee and freshly baked pastries fiddles your nostrils. Your eyes dance around the room, captivated by the new decor placed around the room. Green tinsel drapes the walls with little red bows pinning the tinsel where it curves up. A large pine wreath with pine cones and burgundy poinsettias hangs on the far wall. And a small Christmas tree dressed with large red ornaments is twinkling in the corner. You smile at the festive decor and let your eyes finally fall on the black haired boy on a Cozy Bear hat looking at something on the counter.

"Oh hey Candy... you're a little early." Hyun says as he lifts his dark eyes from the counter. His fair face is a little flush.

"Yeah, that isn't a problem... is it?" You say a little worried you intruded on something important.

"Oh no, not at all. I'm glad you're here." He smiles softly before adding, "Why don't you settle into a seat while I finish closing. It shouldn't take me long."

You nod and pick a seat in the corner. You pull out your phone and lazily scroll through Tumblr while Hyun locks the doors. He goes over to the cash register to count out the tills and take inventory. When he starts to pick up chairs, you stand up to join him. "You don't have to Candy." He immediately protests.

"I know, but I want to." You say with a smile. You playfully nudge his shoulder, "Besides I'm curious to see what you called me in for."

He blushes and grins to himself before quickly changing the subject. "So... you are headed home for Christmas today?"

"Yup. My train leaves at 2:30."

"That's cool. I'm sure your parents will be happy to see you again."

"Yeah, especially when it isn't because of a medical emergency."

Hyun smiles. "Yeah, definitely."

"So you aren't going home today?"

"No, not today. I took some time off for New Year to go up to visit them then."

"Oh, that'll be fun. I can imagine your family misses you like crazy."

"Yes, they do. My sisters never stop calling me."

You laugh. "Yeah, that sounds like my parents as of lately. They are constantly calling or texting me to ‘check in’.”

“Ah you can’t blame them though. They are just worried about you.”

“Yeah, I know.” You say with a small sigh.

“I was really worried about you too when I heard you had fainted. And not to mention that shady guy that attacked you and Nina, he hasn't given you any problems since you filed your report has he?” He asks firmly as he picks up the last chair.

You smile to yourself. Hyun is very attractive when he gets serious and stern. "Nope, not at all."

"Good. And Nathaniel?"

"Besides just being a regular pain, no. Not at all. In fact, I haven't seen him in a while to be honest."

"Even better. You have enough on your plate to worry about anyway..."

You look at the intense furrow of his black brows and concern riddling his eyes. Hyun really is impressively kind. He handled your confession and Nina's confidence so carefully and supportively, it was such a relief to know you had and still have someone in your corner. You really lucked out having someone so protective and caring around. Maybe this is what Rosa and Alexy see in him too, some one much more than a nice guy.

“So...uh, I was going to make some hot chocolate for the road. Would you like some?”

“Sure, but why for the road? I thought you wanted to hang out here?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He grins before disappearing behind the counter. Your heart warms in your chest as you watch his thick black eyebrows pinch together as he concentrates on pouring the chocolate into your cup. He presses the lids down on both cups and takes off his hat and apron. “I’m just going to grab my things and set the alarm. Why don’t you grab our drinks and wait by the door.”

You nod, catching a better view of the blue-grey sweater hugging his body perfectly. You try not to overthink things as he returns wearing his brown bomber jacket. He smiles and holds the door open for you to step outside. You follow his lead and watch anxiously as he locks the door again. He turns around to face the road and stands there a moment.

You stare at him very confused as you begin to hear the sound of clopping feet trotting around the corner. Your mouth drops as a brown coated horse with white feet halts in front of you both. You look over the horse, carriage, and the little old man driving it in disbelief. “I-is this for us?” You manage to say.

“Uh, it sure is. Is this...okay?” Hyun asks, nervously running his fingers through his silky black hair.

You nod, speechless and eager to climb in. Hyun smiles charmingly and grabs your waist to hoist you into the seat. You feel a little childish at the gesture, but appreciate it nevertheless since the hot chocolates are still in your hand. Hyun slips some cash out of his wallet and hands it to the old man. “Thank you, Mr. Du Monte. I owe you big time for coming out on Christmas.” You hear him mumble to the driver before climbing into the seat beside you.

The driver gives a solid shake to the reigns and the horse pulls everyone forward. “So a horse ride, huh?” You say as you hand him his hot chocolate.

He chuckles. “Yeah...it’s a bit over the top, isn’t it?”

“Maybe. But luckily for you, I love this kind of thing.”

His smile is beaming and radiate with relief as he says, “Good, because this was not the easiest date idea to pull together.”

“Oh… so this is a date?” You tease, flashing a playful grin and wiggling your eyebrows.

His fair skin turns as red as Chani’s True Blood juice and you can’t stop yourself from laughing. You tenderly pat his firm shoulder and smile warmly at him. You catch his shining dark eyes before saying soberly, “Thank you. This is really thoughtful.”

He gives you a half smile and you decide to ask him some lighter questions. “So, what were some of your other ideas?”

“Well...this might sound lame, but I thought maybe decorating a gingerbread house? My little sisters used to enjoy making them together every year and we’d fight over who made the best one. I thought it could be fun.”

“That isn’t lame. That’s actually a very cute idea.”

“Really? My little sisters shot it down when I ran it past them.”

You lift your eyebrows at him. “Your little sisters helped you pick out your date?”

He chuckles nervously, “Yes, I told you they never stop calling, so I figured I’d ask them what you might like.”

You stare at him a moment, taking in the curve of his lips and the gleam in his eyes. You take a sip of your drink to bite back a smile.

“What? What is it?” He says as he catches your expression.

“Nothing. I just think your sisters sound very cute. It would be cool to meet them someday.” You say shrugging casually. But you also think he is very cute. It is seriously refreshing to spend time with someone that is willing to give you the princess treatment.

“Yeah? I know they’d go crazy if they ever got to meet you.” He laughs.

You smile and let a comfortable silence settle between you both as the clopping feet of the horse lulls in the air. He takes a sip of his drink and stares out at the shops that pass by. You do the same, occasionally nudging him to look at one of the dramatically decorated storefronts. After a little while, you feel his arm against yours and feel your heart race. He moves his arm and mutters sorry.

You have suspected Hyun of being interested in you for quite some time from how bashful he is whenever he is around you. But you still weren’t positive he liked you. No matter how obvious he can seem, he is still packed with surprises. You never would have guessed he would have surprised you with such a grand gesture. Maybe it is time to give him a small gesture back. Something that might let him know you are on the same page. After all, you have been on the same page for a while...

You inch your fingers beside his, gently brushing your pinky against his while you keep your eyes on the passing road. Out the corner of your eye you see him glance over before taking your hand into his. You grin, feeling the chemistry tingling up your arm from the touch of his smooth hands.

You close your eyes and let your head fall back into the cushioned seat, a satisfied grin mounted on your face.

He smirks and asks, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes.” You purr.

“Good. I am too.” He says, relaxing into his seat.

You fill up your ride complaining about Clemence and discussing life, family, and friends. You never let go of his hand, squeezing it gently everytime you laugh or he says something sweet. Although the carriage ride lasts an hour, time feels unjustly shorter when the carriage pulls to a stop in front of the campus gates.

Your face is beet red as you see a few students pass by. Hyun steps down from the coach to assist you. He thanks the driver and you find his hand again as he quietly walks you back to your dorm.

When you arrive at your door, you both linger, unsure of what to say. "So...," You both begin, laughing awkwardly at your timing.

"So... I had a great time Hyun. You definitely made this a memorable Christmas." You say radiantly.

He smiles, "Good. I just thought something like this would help keep your mind off things."

"It definitely did."

You both linger near the door a few more seconds before you finally add, "Well, I better get packed and ready to leave. My bus leaves in 30 minutes."

"Right. Well...I'll see you later then."

"Yeah," you say, eyeing him as he reluctantly steps away.

You grab his wrist and quietly say, "Wait."

Pulling him closer, you plant a soft kiss on his warm lips. Your heart melts into your stomach with each electric second your lips are against his.

You pull away gently, giving him a mischievous grin before you leave him stunned and alone in the hallway. You are so relieved, allowing a dorky grin to slather across your face.

"Merry Christmas, Hyun." You whisper with your back against the door. Hopefully, you both can finally turn the page in the New Year...

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