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kissforyouu · 1 year

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pairing : jungook x reader

genre : smut , angst

warnings : against the car , in the car , oral sex ( f recieving ) , spanking , jealousy , ft. lil bit of taehyung ;) , toxic relationship , uses of words like "slut" (during sex) , exhibitionism (kinda) , teasing , unprotected sex

a/n : idk what this is but hope u enjoy LOL. and dont ask me why the name of this is woof woof woof idk either umm

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Me and him were always on and off. Jeon Jungkook, I mean. Not the man I was currently on top of right now. That's Kim Taehyung. He was hot, very hot, and the fact that he was Jungkook's best friend made it even hotter. Taehyung knew me and Jungkook were something, whatever we called it. But at this moment, he did not give a single fuck.

His head was thrown back as his hands roamed under the silk material of my black mini dress, all over my ass. My clothed core was pressed against his crotch, grinding slowly. Hands tangled in Taehyung's messy locs, his tongue licks over the spot right under my ear. He nibbles and sucks on the spot gently, taking his time.

I continued moving my hips, begging for some more friction. I wanted something, but not skin to skin contact. Not with Taehyung. I had other plans.

A small moan slips past my lips as I grab Taehyung's wrist before placing it on my right breast. Taehyung's eyes flicker with excitement, his hands immediately squeezing both of my breasts tight. I could tell he was excited, to touch me and to hold me, too bad you weren't going to let him get his way. Didn't think Jungkook's so called best friend would be this unloyal.

I let out a small whine purposely into Taehyung's ear, pretending to be feeling something, as my hand slide into his pocket to pull out his phone. Laying back a bit, I look at Taehyung with puppy eyes, signalling him to unlock his phone. He raises his eyebrow at me, a little confused.

"Wan' to give Jungkook a show..." I tilt my head to the side, giving him my most seductive smile. Taehyung lets out a devilish laugh as he unlocks the phone. Men are so easy.

I place a kiss on his cheek as a thank you, my eyes scanning through his messenger app in search of Jungkook's chat. I find it, the corner of my lip curving into a smirk. I click on the small camera icon at the bottom of the chat, then pressing record.

Looking at the camera with my eyes big and glossy and the prettiest smile on my face, I then look down to Taehyung, who's face was now smothered in my tits. Cracking up my laugh, which I know Jungkook loves, I push Taehyung's face further into my tits. He wasn't even doing anything, why's he so boring.

You pretend to like it, arching my back more, fake moans escaping my mouth as I grind myself onto him. To make my man who'll be seeing this even madder, I make sure to moan Taehyung's name.

"Mmm, Taehyung!" it sounded so fake but that didn't matter. You knew Jungkook would recognise how fake that was anyway. All I wanted to do was to make Jungkook mad. For him to take me home after, then fuck the living shit out of me, then tell me he loves me and make up. And for then, not that I want it, but for this cycle to repeat because one of us just have to fuck up each time. But I didn't care, not one bit, I'd go back to him each and every time. And I know he would too.

Without wasting more time, I click send. It didn't take a second for Jungkook to view the message. Internally, I was giggling at sight of the two blue checkmarks. I almost forgot about the man beneath me.

you : [video]

jkkk🤘🏻: ???

rlly y/n? im omw, he better not be on ur fucking cunt when i get there.

My eyes beam at his reply. He's on his way. Please come quickly and get me away from this man. You let out a groan, way too bored. He was still on my tits, just touching them all over.

About 5 minutes of the same thing — yes, 5. You wonder if he's ever had a woman on his bed before — Jungkook comes crashing in. We were at a party, he knew where we were because you guess Taehyung must've told him where he'd be tonight, definitely not expecting to have me grinding on him. You watch Jungkook's eyes scan the party trying to find us, with your head resting on top of Taehyung's shoulders as he did whatever he did.

Jungkook looked so good. He had his shoulder length hair down, a black wife beater on, his pants hung low rise showing off his calvin klein boxers which I love with a black belt to hold it all together. And to add the cherry on top, he also had a thin silver chain dangling from his neck. Not just any chain, it was the I had gifted him. He was a walking snack, no wonder every woman turned their heads to look at him wherever he went. Too bad, he's mine.

Jungkook's eyes land on mine, then on the man I was on. His eyebrows furrowed, oh he was mad, his tongue poked his cheek as he walked towards us. In no time, he hand was on my arm, pulling me off of Taehyung.

"Really, Taehyung? My girl, out of everyone?" My girl. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I hear him yelling at Taehyung a few more words, but they all sound muffled to me. The only thing I could focus on was "my girl". If only he made it official. We've been boyfriend and girlfriend so many times, breaking up and getting back together. I don't care. I'd still do it. To be with him.

After spitting his last few words out, he turns his head to look at me, eyebrows still furrowed and mad.

"And you. Could've just fucking called me. Had to fuck my best friend to get my attention? Huh?"

He looked so mad, I loved it.

Jungkook's grip on my hand never leaves as he storms down through the crowd with me, leaving Taehyung all alone and frustrated. I grip onto his bicep as we walk down the stairs.

I sigh, breaking the silence.

"I missed you"

"Yeah, fucking right, Y/n. That's why you went and seduced my best friend?"

I sigh, releasing his arm.

"I missed you a lot, Jungkook. I'm sorry about before. I just — I don't know, okay? Sometimes I get so insecure about you with other girls. I don't know how you are, considering how we're always on and off and never stable."

"Oh, yeah? So that makes it okay for you to grind your ass on Taehyung?!" He raises his voice at me. We were literally yelling at eachother in the car park.

"JUNGKOOK! I don't want Taehyung, I want YOU! I don't know why I did that but everything I do is because of you, and FOR YOU because I want you, and-and I don't want you to b-be with some other girl! I'm sorry, okay? Fuck, I got jealous and I stormed out of your house and today I got with Taehyung because I wanted to make you jealous and I wanted you to come pick me and take me home and make love to me and-and then we'd go back to the usual! As always! Like we always do! We always break up and then—"

I was shut up by him crashing his lips onto mine, pushing me against his mercedes. The kiss was rough and hungry, he had both of my arms pinned onto the car. He then pulls out,

"You ramble way too much sometimes, baby"

His thumb skims past my lower lip, eyes shifting from my lips to my eyes. He kisses me again, taking my lower lip between his lips as he gently sucks and bites on them. I melt into his kisses, my body almost sliding down the car but he holds me up with his arms that are holding onto my waist. We make out for about 1 more minute before I pull away, desperately in need of air.

He stares at me with a smirk before I try to catch my breath, his finger twirling one of my curls.

I calm my breathing down, finally, then look at him with a smile. "You good?" He says, teasingly, his knee coming in between my legs. I nod my head, feeling his knee glide up my thigh slowly. I let my clothed pussy sit on his knee, my hands traveling up to my breasts to squeeze them through the material. I nod, my eyes drowsy. Jungkook's knee begins to rub my clit slowly, creating some friction. But not enough.

I begin to grind onto his knee as he lets out a laugh.

"This is what you wanted? Hm?" He lightly slaps my cheek. I nod my head repeatedly. I let out a shaking breath, fastening my pace on his knee.

"Yeah, go on, get yourself off on my knee like the slut you are" his fingers caress my collarbones, slowly gliding them down the small dip of my top to highlight my breasts, his fingers now disappearing in between them. His eyes were filled were lust, tongue poking his cheek, his fingers hook onto the top of my dress before pulling down enough to expose my breasts. I swear I saw his eyes sparkle for a good two seconds. That just made me wetter.

Unknowingly, a moan slip past my lip as I find myself reaching my high. This was so fucking embarrassing in a way, cumming from just grinding on his knee. But it didn't matter, it was him.

"Aah, ah!" I rub my clit over my panties a few several times, finally feeling myself release. It felt like a sticky mess down there. My chest rises up and down as I let out a few breaths out. Shit, I just came. Suddenly, I feel the embarrassment kicking in. My face flushed in red, I try to look away to avoid the gaze of the man whom I just got off of.

"Too embarrassed now? Look at yourself, baby, you're fucking worn out from just my knee" He laughs. It almost feels mocking.

Jungkook's hands glide up my thighs, hooking onto the bottom lace of my dress as he lifts it upto my waist. Right now, my mini dress was just hiked up to my waist from both ends, leaving me almost completely naked.

The smirk in his face never disappears as Jungkook gets down on his knees. His eyes fixed on my wet clothing. Hands now on the waistband of the lace material, he pulls them down upto my knees. My bare pussy all wet and out for him, Jungkook wastes absolutely no time before diving in with a long stripe.

Fuck, finally.

My back arches, hand immediately flying to grip onto his long hair. His tongue licks my bud in a circular motion, then up and down my folds. I feel him place a few kisses all over, making me even wetter. Jungkook releases a breath, then a small hum and he dives back into my pussy. His eyes were closed, displaying his pretty lashes, his mouth skillfully working down there. I moan out his name, thrusting my hips forwards onto his feet. Jungkook groans into my pussy, sending vibrations down me.

"F-fuck...so good! Baby, don't stop" My head was thrown back against his car, tits out, back arched, pussy getting eaten. It was quite the view. Not to mention, we were still at the car park. Anyone could run into us anytime.

Jungkook pulls away for a moment just to spit on my pussy, and before it could dribble down my legs, his tongue catches it as he licks his trail up, back to my clit before he circles my sensitive bud again. He rubs it in the form of an 8, his hand now in between my legs, middle finger rubbing my folds. I feel and hear him hum once again, right before his finger enters me slowly, making me let out a gasp.

I quickly cover my mouth with my hands, lowering my head down to look at the man in between my legs, eating me out and fingering me so good.

I feel his big arms on my thighs, nails digging right into the flesh as they part out my legs even more. Jungkook raises his head up to look at me, letting me get a clear sight of his face fully covered in my slick as his tongue and fingers continue to work on me so good.

His teeth suddenly tug onto my bud, pulling it a bit before releasing it. Shit, he's driving me crazy.

I roll my eyes back, back arching even more. A long whine escapes my mouth as I look down at Jungkook who was now sucking hickeys onto my thighs while his fingers worked on me.

Fuck, I wish I could have him in between my legs like this every single day.

A few seconds later, a gasp leaves my mouth along with a series of whines and moans. Shit, I really was a mess. I was cumming, again, this time all over his mouth and chin. Some even dripped down to the floor and onto his tank top. I stared down at him. I couldn't help but think of how fucking hot he looked like this. Hair messed up, face flushed red and my juices all over him.

"Jungkook, so good..." My chest was rising up and down trying to catch my breath, but I could feel Jungkook's gaze fixed on nothing but my breasts. Next thing, he stands up, his hand digging inside his front pocket to pull out his car key. Impatiently, he unlocks the car.

"Get in the car, baby"

I don't bother replying, already knowing what's happening. A small giggle slips past my lips as I open the car door, stepping inside. I make sure he gets a full view of my ass out in the air and legs spread. In return, I get a spank on my right cheek and a laugh.

I laugh back, making myself comfortable as I just lay there, ass up face down at the back of the car. I didn't need him to tell me twice.

"You know me so well, Y/n." His hand leaves another spank on my right cheek. I hear him get in the car, then close the door. Thankfully, the car was big enough for the both of us to be moving like this.

Jungkook takes in the sight in front of him, his hands palming my cheeks. He then spreads them apart, spitting right in between. He groans as he watches it dribble down my cheeks. His fingers come in contact with my pussy, spreading my juices around so good. I let out small moans, feeling my body relax.

Jungkook's fingers leave a small pat on it before retrieving his fingers back. Right after, I hear the sound of his belt getting removed. The thought of dick inside me itself could make me cum just now. I was so so ready to cum, for the third round.

I turn my head around took at him as he pulls down his pants, then his boxers, and finally releasing his dick out. And god, was he big. He pulls it out then gives it a few pumps. I wiggle my ass, running out of patience.

"Jungkook, I want you inside me now. Please." I emphasise on the 'now'.

"Alright, baby. Anything for you" his lips leave a small kiss on my asscheek. My breathing halts for a second at the feeling of the tip of his dick rubbing against my folds, so teasingly slow.

"Mm, I'll go crazy..." I feel my eyes getting drowsy at the feeling.

"Me too, sweetheart, me too." His other hand glides up my back, caressing it gently. Jungkook pushes in his tip, just a little, making me let out a long whine. He's teasing me!

"Fuck you! Just fuck me! Please!" I almost let out a cry.

Jungkook mocks me once again with a laugh, his tip now a little bit more in. Fuck, why's he doing this. I groan, thinking of taking things into my own matter. My eyes roll back as I bounce back on his dick.

"Shit!" He was now fully inside me, and I couldn't name a better feeling. I grip onto the leather of the seat, slowly gliding myself up and down his dick. Shit, he was so perfect.

"Mmm, so fucking desperate for this dick? That's what you are now?" His palms lay flat on my ass cheeks, supporting me as I bounce backwards on his dick. I nod my head repeatedly as an answer, shouting out small yesses.

My moans and Jungkook's low groans were all we could hear, and the faint sound of his dick going in and out of my heat.

A few more thrusts later, I feel myself getting tired.

"Fuck..." a groan leaves my mouth, my body instantly falling down to the seat. Sex is a whole workout.

"Tired already?" His fingers brush away a few strands of my hair that's sticked to my forehead. I nod, finding myself relaxing to his touch.

Jungkook's smirk grows wider, he flips me onto my back, his body now hovering over me. He looked so majestic, tall and beautiful. My eyes travel from his broad muscular shoulders, down to his arms — big, tattooed and veins popping out —, his sharp v-line, then upwards to his abs glistening with sweat. Eyes traveling lower, I take the image of his dick in, standing tall and proud. Fuck, I think I got wetter.

Unknowingly, my lips part and a small whimper goes out. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, that smug look on his face never leaving.

I know I'm boosting his ego so much right now, for sure.

Jungkook grabs my hand, starting to trail kisses slowly from my fingers to my arm. He kisses my arm, then along my shoulder blade, his other hand pulling my thighs apart. My mouth leaving out a few whimpers, I play with my breasts at the sight of his hand now pumping his dick again. One last tug on my nipple, Jungkook thrusts his dick inside me again, both of us letting out gasps.

He starts to thrust in and out, slowly. I whine loudly, eyes closed and lips apart.

"Baby, fuck— you're so wet!" Jungkook breathes out, fastening his pace. I was so wet that we could hear the sound of it. I bite my lower lip, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. His pace increases more and more, same way my nails dig deep into his shoulders. I know for fact that he'll see nail marks all over his skin next morning. His hips crash into mine repeatedly, balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Fuck, is there anything better than this?

"Jungkook, you're so good, you're making me feel so good~" I moan out, gasping and grunting in the middle. His head bops repeatedly, eyebrows raised, face filled with pleasure.

A few more powerful thrusts later, I feel my high reaching. "Shit, I'm gonna cum" I shout, his thumb on my clit, rubbing fast — adding some extra friction. "Fuck, you're gonna cream my dick nice? Yeah?" He lands a few spanks on my ass, never slowing down his pace. Jungkook's eyes glue onto my tits as they bounce up and down due to his fast pace. I clench around him, his low groans and grunts being his respond as my clenching never stops.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—" a series of curses leave my lips, eyes rolling back I feel myself orgasm all over him. My cum leaks out, making a mess when his hips clash with ass repeatedly. We were so sticky and sweaty. The smell of sex was taking over.

Jungkook arches his neck back, thrusting in a few times more before he pulls out, tip leaking with cum. He jerks himself off onto my stomach, a bit landing on my tits even. His cum spurts out, cum all over my upper body.

He sighs, his chest rising up and down, same as me. I mewl, eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.

"Fuuuuck," Jungkook groans, "that was hot." I laugh a little at his comment, lightly nodding my head.

He smiles at me before reaching his arm out to the front of the car, then grabbing a pack of tissues. Jungkook returns, pulling out a few tissues and then wiping my chest with it. Then down there as well, I relax at the feeling.

He then throws the dirty tissue away, locking eyes with me.

I crawl onto his lap, my arms engulfing his neck. Jungkook hums, wrapping his arms around my waist. My head on his bare chest, I relax to his little caresses. If only we could lay like this forever. There was a small silence between us. I could tell that we both were thinking about what I had said before, right before we started get all over eachother.

"Jungkook." I decide to break the silence.

"Yeah?" He answers immediately.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

I pull away to look at him, his big eyes already looking at me.

"I'm sorry for making you jealous with Taehyung. I shouldn't have done that." I admit.

"And I'm sorry for going out with Aeri before. I should've told you, baby, fuck, but I promise we didn't do anything."

He says, sincerely.

"Okay." I nod.

"Can we—can we please get back together?"

"We never broke up. You just stormed out mad." He says.

I press my lips tightly, feeling guilty.

"Jungkook", I press the side of my cheek onto his chest again.

"Do you still love me?"

He cracks a small laugh, "Baby, what are you asking? I've always loved you."

"I think we have issues." The words leave in a small, almost inaudible voice. I don't want to admit to it.

"We always fight, breakup, then we make eachother jealous, then we make love, then we make up—then it repeats." I murmer.

Jungkook sighs, I could tell he was admitting to what I was saying.

"Give us one more chance, baby. Let's work this out. I promise you this time. I'll be everything you need."

"You're already everything I need." I whisper.

"I love you, Y/n"

"I love you more, Jungkook"

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babypink-cowboy · 4 years

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[Selfish]

Summary: Prince Jeon Jungkook has been preparing to become king for the last 3 years of his life. While Jungkook feels as he has a good head on his shoulder, shows concern for his people, and tries his best to be a fitting substitute for his father, he can’t but feel lonely.

With his father’s condition getting worse, Jungkook will now face his very soon reality of becoming king. Fully prepared to take on the weight of leading the Kingdom of Busan, until he meets his little sister’s new tutor. You were the kind of person that couldn’t help but be thought of all the time. So much so that he begins to lag behind on his royal duties.

What happens when the two of you become closer? only now have you shared a few words and already have such an affect.

Pairing: Prince!Jungkook x Tutor!Reader

Words: 3.1k

“Your Highness, I know this is hard for you to swallow, but with your father’s condition becoming worse, we will need to begin preparing you for the throne.” Beomseok, the royal advisor said to a 19-year-old Jungkook.

Jungkook knew that all of his classes and training was going towards being King of Busan one day, but he didn’t assume it would be so soon. This wasn’t a yes or no kind of ordeal, the only other member of the family who is in line for the throne is Princess Jeon Dae, his little sister of only 10 years old.

Jungkook stood and looked Beomseok in the eye, “I will take on this task, though it is heavy to bare, I will take responsibility and begin taking on the position of being our new king,” Jungkook said, his shoulders back and chin tilted high.

That was 3 years ago, now at the age 22, his father still alive somehow, Jungkook has nearly taken on the full task of being king. He attends the morning meeting, the mid-day meeting, and the evening meeting too. He is in communication with the other parts of the Busan kingdom, making sure the people are content. He makes sure that all trade is going well and is extremely lonely.

Though the prince has most duties under control, it is his wild side that still gets the best of him. He still will ‘accidentally’ release all the horses from the stable, he still bugs the guards until he gets one of them to chuckle. Whenever he can, he still plays with Dae. Whether it be a card game or sword fight or worst of all, a race around the castle (this usually means that many things will be in multiple pieces). He still likes to leave the castle at night when no one else is awake and sneak into the town and bustle around with the people. Drink and laugh until nearly dawn, then Jungkook bids them goodbye and returns to his role of being pseudo king.

“In the outer villages, there has been some complaint of crimes there, which has only gone up since last month,” Noblemen Hoon says. “They say that their police is not taking it seriously and in some villages that the police themselves are the criminals.” He continues, Jungkook listens carefully, trying to figure out a way to solve this issue before it ripples onto other villages.

“It’s just the outer villages,” Noblemen Hyan says, “they are smaller than the rest of the kingdom’s villages and poorer, of course crime will be high.”

“Just because those villages are poor does not mean they should suffer from crime, they put food on your plate too, Noblemen Hyan,” Noblemen Ji says across the table.

“Well it seems crime only seems to jump in those villages,” Hyan replies.

“It also seems that you are rich, privileged ass-“

“Gentlemen please,” Jungkook interrupts. He turns to Noblemen Hoon, “We will send someone from the palace along with Noblemen Hyan-“

“Why me-“

Jungkook’s eyes glide over to Hyan’s. “Because you seem to be forgetting what is truly dear to this kingdom,” Jungkook interrupts again. “We are not just men in tailored clothes, we are the knights and protectors of the people. We do not look down upon others, especially those who provide for us.”

Jungkook glances at the clock hanging on the wall, it’s 11. “It seems you have forgotten that, Hyan.” He stands, “This meeting is adjourned.”

Walking out the room, Jungkook immediately goes to search for Dae, knowing that she is somewhere in the library and waiting for him to show up. It seems his feet can’t carry him fast enough to his sister, he climbs down the stairs and nearly trips but catches himself before he falls. The sound of his heeled boots against the marble floor echo through out the halls, he nods at the staff as he passes and eventually makes it to the partially open library doors.

As he makes his move to open the doors to step inside, he hears his sister’s laugh,

“Really? What happened after that?” he hears Dae ask.

And the question is followed by a wonderful voice, one that sticks on the tips of your ears and that makes you lean in.

“Well she fell off the roof, she’s okay, she landed in a pile of hay that was laid out for the cattle.” A giggle tumbles out of their mouth and Jungkook leans in, pushing the door open but not noticing it until he almost meets the floor.

“Jungkook!” Dae exclaims, she rises from her chair and rushes over to help her older brother. “Are you okay?” she asks with a chuckle as she wraps her hands around his arm.

Jungkook blushes and nods, “Of course I am, just a little wound up from this morning’s meeting,” he says with a smile. He glances up at the one with the wonderful voice, “Is this your new tutor, Dae?” he asks.

“Yes, this is Y/N,” Dae excitedly tells her brother. “Y/N, this is my brother, Prince Jungkook,” and pushes him towards you.

You bow, “Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you,” you tell him, slightly blushing.

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, Jungkook is just fine, Y/N.” He can feel his cheeks heat up more as he continues to look at you. Your shoulders are square and your is neck straight, hands small and slender, your hair tucked behind one ear and the sun hitting the back of you, making you glow like the sun itself.

“Well, I must go, Dae, I’ll see you in an hour,” You look at the princess, she sighs but nods anyways.

“I’ll see you soon,” You tell her, “Will I see you again, Your Highness?” you ask, looking at the prince.

Jungkook blinks, a little struck by your forwardness, “I do hope so.”

Jungkook now adjourns morning meetings 5 minutes earlier than usual. He also just about runs to the library every day, not just to see Dae, though she is important, but to also have a few words with you. Yesterday you wore light gray, making it hard to take his eyes off yours, especially when you would laugh at his jokes. Even the bad ones. Somehow your laugh is just as wonderful, if not more, than your voice. And it does stick to his ears, he hears it when he’s alone, writing letters and other important royal duties that he can’t seem to remember when he’s around you; it’s even in his dreams.

“Your Highness,” Noblemen Hoon calls, Jungkook is thrown back into reality.

“I apologize, what is it we are talking about?” he ask, sitting up straight and now listening to what the men are saying.

“We are discussing the Spring Festival and Princess Dae’s birthday celebration,” Hoon tells him, a slight look of confusion ghosting his face.

“Ah, yes, we will be doing what we do every year,” Jungkook explains, but this causes even more confusion.

“Ah, Your Highness, your father said that you were meant to be in charge of it this year, and that you will be planning it as well.” Noblemen Ji says.

Was I? I can’t remember.

“Oh, yes of course, they should be with me,” the now flustered prince says, looking through his papers while simultaneously trying to remember the plans. A knock at the large doors causes everyone to look at them, Advisor Beomseok comes in with a stack of papers and hands them to Jungkook.

“Your Highness, here are the spring festival plans, you seemed to have forgotten them on your desk this morning,” Beomseok says as Jungkook takes the plans out his hands.

“What about Dae’s birthday plans?” he asks, masking his lack of knowledge with confidence.

“The princess hasn’t finished them yet, she says that she and her tutor will go over them and will turn them into you.” Beomseok promises. The advisor bows and leaves the room. It is quiet for a moment as Jungkook tries to gather himself.

“Here are the plans for the Spring Festival.”

The meeting lasted longer than the prince wanted it too. Jungkook knows that you are not in the library anymore, you’re somewhere walking around the castle or sitting in one of the gardens eating your sandwich. Either way, he won’t be able to see you today and this makes his heart a little less full.

Almost every meeting ran over for the last two weeks, planning the festival along with Dae’s birthday has made Jungkook’s life a little more tense. But sometimes he slips out just in time to see you leave the library, toss a joke or two before he feels too guilty about wasting your lunch.

Today is different, today is the first day of the spring festival and is also Dae’s 14th birthday. All meetings today are cancelled, and everyone is meant to go out and enjoy the festivities. At noon Jungkook, Dae and King Mal-chin will greet the people and officially begin the celebration.

Jungkook is dressed in a suit that Dae picked out for him specifically, a light rosy pink with compliments of white. As Jungkook steps out his chambers he is almost taken down by the birthday girl herself.

“Good morning, Kookie!” she tells him as she wraps her arms around his waist.

“Good morning, Birthday girl,” He greets her as he returns her hug.

Dae takes a step back and looks at her older brother, “You look dashing in your suit,” she says cheekily.

Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes “Well, I did have a princess pick it out for me,” he teases as he holds her at arms length. “And apparently, we’re matching?” he asks, cocking one eyebrow.

Dae giggles, “Only until tonight, then I get my gown and you’ll get your uniform, as per usual,” she says, letting go of her older brother’s hands. The two royals walk down the hall, chattering and joking with each other as they make their way to the main hall. Dae speaks excitedly about her birthday, her eyes lighting up at the thought of all her friends being in one place.

Jungkook can’t help but laugh a little, “But Dae,” he says “You only have 2 friends within the kingdom’s village,” he points out. But Dae shakes her head.

“Nuh-uh, Kookie, I have 3 now,” she tells him, her hands behind her back with a small smile on her face.

“Who’s number 3?” Jungkook asks, curious of who this new friend might be.

Dae rolls her eyes at her older brother, how could he not know, “It’s my tutor, dummy,” she tells him, along with a slight glint in her eyes that tells she knows Jungkook doesn’t just see you as his little sister’s tutor.

“Your tutor will be here tonight?” Jungkook asks, a little dumbfounded.

“Yes, but she won’t being staying with us like the others, she’ll return to her own room,” Dae tells her brother sadly.

“Her own room? Doesn’t she live in town?” Jungkook asks and Dae rolls her eyes.

“No, Kookie, the tutors have to live in the castle remember? Just like yours,” Dae says as the two walk into the main hall. All the assistants and Beomseok are there, but Beomseok has a grim look on his face. When the older man realizes the two royals have arrived, his expression perks up.

“Your Highness,” Beomseok says with a bow to both of them, “and happy birthday princess,” he tells Dae with a stage whisper. This makes the young princess laugh, “Also princess, one of the maidens need to see you, something about your gown for tonight?” Beomseok tells her. Dae quickly nods her head and thanks the advisor then rushes off.

“What’s wrong, Beomseok?” Jungkook asks as they are left together.

“Come with me,” the older man says and leads the prince out onto the one of the smaller balconies, ones that will hold friends and staff of the royal family while the family will greet the crowd at the largest one.

Beomseok closes the French doors as Jungkook sits down on one of the chairs left out, Jungkook can tell that whatever it is that Beomseok is about to tell him, that it isn’t good. The advisor turns to the prince, his face meant to look relaxed but Jungkook knows that about the small pinch in between this man’s eyes means something is wrong. Jungkook sighs and wants to push his hands through his hair but doesn’t because one of the maidens did it for him this morning by Dae’s request. “Just tell me.”

Beomseok looks at him, Jungkook knows what the older man is doing. He’s checking off what he’s done right and what he’s yet to understand. There is a lot Jungkook still doesn’t understand, maybe too much. That could be why Beomseok isn’t speaking at all, maybe he’s came to the conclusion that maybe Jungkook isn’t ready to be king.

“Your father will not be attending the greeting today,” Beomseok tells him, “today, you will be giving the opening speech.”

Jungkook stands, paces, stops and lets out a long sigh. “Is he that unwell?” He asks.

“Yes, but the doctors say that it will-“

“Pass.” Jungkook finishes. “He couldn’t have given me more time?” he asks.

“It was very short notice, Your Highness,” Beomseok replies.

“Will he be at the celebration tonight? Or at least wish his daughter a happy birthday?” Jungkook asks, sarcasm weaving into his words.

Your father is unwell, Kook. There is no reason to be mad about this.

“Yes, he fully plans on being here tonight,” Beomseok tells him, growing more distant and rock like as the conversation pushes towards whatever is bottled up in the prince. “It’s time to go, your Highness.”

Jungkook walks back into the hall, an older woman waits for him with one of his crowns, the white gold one, another touch chosen by Dae. He leans down and feels the crown settle onto his head, his hair is retouched and then he and Dae are set. They stand side by side, the younger girl’s eyes are slightly puffy, but not enough for the rest of world to see. Jungkook offers his hand and she gladly takes it. The large French doors open and a rippling of shouts call from below, The two young royals walk out onto the balcony with wide smiles.

Surprisingly, King Mal-chin did show up for his daughter’s birthday celebration. The sickly man is hidden underneath all of his medals and honors and a crown that to Jungkook seems to be slowing falling around his father’s head and will soon hang around him like a necklace. Jungkook can recall when his father’s crown reminded him of a halo, a heroic angel among the people. It seems this illness has taken much more than Jungkook’s father away.

The prince hides in the corner of the ballroom, tucked away from the princesses guests and other women with wandering hands. It wouldn’t be nearly as bad if his sister’s friends were just a little less forward. Jungkook gives them props, he wasn’t that brave at 14, but it is a little unnerving. But with his nose in his glass, his bottom on a small couch, this prince is content on missing out on the action.

“You seem lonely, Your Highness.”

Jungkook looks up to see you, dressed in a egg-shell no-shoulder piece. Again the light hits you in such a way that Jungkook loses his words for a moment.

“I think I am,” He replies when he gathers himself. You laugh lightly, a small jingling of a bell. “Please sit,” he says and stands to offer you the whole seat.

You oblige, crossing your legs and watching the rest of the guests swirl around in their gowns. Jungkook takes this moment to watch you, he hasn’t gotten to in sometime now. Even though it’s been a couple weeks, maybe a little more, your hair has gotten longer. It’s also lightened, maybe because the sun is finally showing up more? He can’t help but notice your shoulders, not particularly attractive part of the human body, but did yours look lovely. Just peaking beyond the fabric, smooth and soft looking. Almost wanting to bite into them-

“Would you like to dance with me?” you ask him. Jungkook is thrown out his thoughts and back into the ball. You’re looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading, how can he say no?

He holds out his hand, “Of course,” you take it and he leads you onto the floor.

Before Jungkook can put his hand on your waist, the whispers begin.

Never has the prince danced with a commoner, or anyone other than his own sister and his late mother. Why does he dance with her? It’s about time he did something other than sit in the corner and ignore us. What kind of leader is he by doing that?

“Your Highness,” you say, Jungkook returns to the ground. He looks at you, your eyes full of worry, “You seem very far away, are you alright?” you ask him.

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, I’m fin-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence. This was the first time someone had asked him if he was alright in a very long time. You’re still looking at him, eye brows knitted in concern. “I’m not sure,” he tells you. “And please, call me Jungkook,” he tells.

You nod, “Okay, Jungkook, what is wrong?”

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but instead twirls you around and curls you back into him. He dips you and can’t help himself but lets his nose brush against your shoulder. Jungkook leans into your ear, “Everything seems to be spiraling out of control and everyone is looking at me to stop it.” You hum in understanding.

“I feel that way sometimes,” you tell him, nose against his neck, “but then I remember that everything passes, so I should hold on for the ride.”

You chuckle quietly, “Or I remember how my best friend at home tried to decorate the barn for Christmas, she was so sure that she could do it, but then the ladder got knocked down by the wind, and soon she’s followed.”

Jungkook pulls away a little to see your face, concern now laced in his face, “Is she okay?” he asks, this makes you chuckle again.

“Yes, she’s fine, she landed in a stack of hay for the cattle,” You tell him with a small smile. You look briefly at your left hand, “She’s married now,” you tell him. “Even has a baby on the way,” you say, sadness slipping into your words.

Somehow you and Jungkook made it out onto the balcony, completely alone. Jungkook lets go of your waist and gently cups his hand on your cheek. He swipes away a tear you did not know that had began to fall. You suddenly feel a warmth in your chest, but also a tightness. You lean your head into Jungkook’s hand, the warmth intensifies. You bring up your small, slender hand and place it on top of his.

“Can I kiss you?”

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darknets | 03 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, mentions of physical abuse )

word count: 14.5k

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A/N; i just want to make it clear, im no expert in criminology so forgive me if there’s inaccuracies, I tried to do my best with research but it’s purely fiction!

summary: You should’ve known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02 / 03

The paper cup was held tightly in his hand. He had dropped a tea bag inside , Chamomile. It usually helped with nerves. He watched the girl through the glass, she didn’t look particularly nervous but she did look distraught. The dark eye bags gave away the limited sleep she must have endured, her oversized hoodie making her look smaller than she really was. The added bad posture wasn’t helping either. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms resting on the table in front of her as she stared down at her hands.

Detective Namjoon sighed, opening the door which immediately caused her to turn her head over to him. He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the cup as he seated himself across from her. His long limbs sat a bit awkwardly on the small chair but he squared his shoulders nonetheless.

“I understand you said she had been acting a little strange for the past few days.” He stated, maintaining a steady gaze on the girl.

“Did she have any mental health issues that you know of? Was she struggling with depression, anxiety or anything of the sort?”

Mina swallowed, bringing her eyebrows together in feigned concernment.

“No, not that I know of.” She explained, letting out another shaky breath. “ It’s just, she was acting really paranoid like, just off, you know?”

Namjoon listened, nodding slowly as another question sat on his tongue.

“Was she scared of someone perhaps? An ex-boyfriend, someone she was romantically involved with?”

“No, I mean the last boyfriend she had was over a year ago and he transferred to another college months ago.” Mina shook her head, then hesitated a bit. “But-“

The detective raised an eyebrow in question, eyes darting around her face as he silently urged her to continue.

“But..?” He added quietly, the girl seemed to be unsure of herself which wasn’t always a good sign. The behavior usually signaled she was holding back, knew a bit more than she was willing to confidently say or was afraid of saying it.

“She had a crush, a guy in our college.” She replied, frowning slightly. “ Jaehyun. I don’t why I brought it up, it’s just a stupid crush.”

Namjoon tilted his head, wondering if the girl really had just brought him up at the sudden topic of her friend’s romantic life or because she suspected him somehow.

It seemed to be an over-analysis on his part but he knew not much was out of the question when it came to missing person cases.

This could be nothing or it could be a lead.

“Did they ever hook up? Form a deeper relationship? Any red flags that you noticed?”

“I don’t think so.” Mina shrugged, looking conflicted as she seemed to try and recall the details. Her eyes were still bloodshot and dried tears stained her cheeks. It made for a pitiful scene, the scene of a girl who looked like she was imagining the worst case scenario regarding her missing best friend.

“I just want you to understand how important it is that you tell me everything.” Namjoon emphasized, leaning forward in the chair, causing it to squeak against the floor.

“You are the last person she contacted, I’m sure you know how pivotal that is.” He brought his hands together, tone light but persuasive. “ You are her closest friend, you may know things she may never have even told her parents.”

Mina bit her lip, her eyes becoming glossy again as tears threatened to spill. It was fortunate she was such an easy crier, her cousin had mentioned time and time again how much of a wonderful actress she was but she hated when Jungkook said that.

It made it seem like there was truly nothing beating inside her, like every action was calculated and void of any real emotion. But it wasn’t like that, she wasn’t like Junglook who never let emotions get in the way of the business. A part of her did ache for her friend, ached with guilt of what she had done to her. Ached even more for the uncertain future that faced her and what Jungkook planned on doing to her.

Her cousin was never the gentle or the understanding type. Jungkook had always been ill-tempered , even when they were children. She remembered how much he loved teasing her, borderline bullying her at times. A particular instance was when she was playing with her dolls, combing their hair and pampering them. Jungkook had come up beside her seemingly just being nosey until he had snatched up the dolls and ran outside with them. Mina remembered chasing him around the small rundown apartment building , yelling at him to give them back but he never did.

The next morning when she went outside, she had found them all tied up on a tree branch, their bodies hanging upside down without their heads.

When she had cried to Jungkook about it, he simply told her to get over it and that she should never get attached to useless things. He was cynical even at such a young age and she wondered if the incident had somehow been foreshadowing of what the future would hold for him. For both of them.

But then she also remembered how much Jungkook taught her how to defend herself, to stand up to anyone who would try to walk over her. He had always defended her, no matter how mean he was most of the time. She didn’t see him that often as kids, maybe if she had, he would have grown to be more sympathetic or not nearly as rough. But Jungkook was in and out of foster homes like she was, they unfortunately were always separated since they weren’t siblings , only cousins. It caused them to only be able to occasionally visit each other until their grandparents had finally taken full custody of them both when they entered high school.

She supposed this life was unavoidable considering their less than fortunate backgrounds, a life filled with deceit, dirty money and betrayal.

“I know,” Mina told the detective, letting the tears fall. “I promise I’ll tell you anything I can, just please find her.”

She sniffed, raising her head and winced instantly. The blow to her head you had inflicted on her when attempting to escape was brutal, she had bled a significant amount but the medical staff insisted she wouldn’t need stitches. The pain still weighed heavy on her head, she had taken aspirin twice already on the long drive back into town but it was as if she hadn’t taken any at all.

Her head was bound to feel awful for at least a couple more days.

She would admit she wasn’t the least bit surprised by the strength you had mustered up to throw her against that wall. She knew you always had a fight in you, you were not weak or easily afraid.

And that’s exactly why she feared for you in Jungkook’s hands.

“You okay?” Namjoon asked, observing her closely.

“Yeah,” Mina assured, adapting a higher pitch tone. “ My head is just killing me, I haven’t slept that good with everything…going on.”

“I understand.” He leaned back, nodding to himself as weighed over his options.

He didn’t want to break it to the girl at the moment but unfortunately, the case was having trouble being a top priority considering the missing person was of age. People tended to leave or travel somewhere without saying a word, that was just a fact. While he himself wasn’t convinced that was the case, as he found it rare for a young college girl to seemingly disappear with a fatally ill father and limited money in her bank account, he knew it could easily be looked over by his team.

They had tracked her card activity and it had not been used once which would usually incline she most likely was not on a simple trip or fleeing.

But it wasn’t enough to completely rule out the possibility , there were cases where people didn’t use their cards in fear of being tracked down by family members. However, her phone was also non-traceable which raised a bit more concern.

“You’ll find her right?” Mina pressed, a practiced and carefully constructed look of pure agony flashing through her features.

“You can’t let her become one of the many missing girls that never get found or worse, it’s always too late and they end up…” The girl’s voice wavered as she took a breath. “ dead.”

The detective looked away at the sight of her never ending tears, his face pinching in frustration.

“I promise I’ll try my best for that to not be the case.” A look of determination crossed his eyes, his tone stern. “ Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll let you know if there’s any updates or if I need more information.”

Mina gave him a slow nod, shakily taking the cup from the table at last and bringing it to her chapped lips.

Namjoon lifted himself off the chair and made his way out the interrogation room. The door clicked shut behind him as he walked forward and stood in front of the glass, looking through the case file and the new notes he had gathered up.

“Anything?” His colleague asked him, the shorter and significantly grumpier detective came to stand next to him with a questioning glance. His black hair was brushed back, revealing his handsome pale face that held a somber expression.

“Not much Yoongi, the friend basically told me the same thing her parents did. The girl doesn’t suffer from any mental disorders, she had a pretty normal life, decent friends and no seeming reason to flee town.” Namjoon explained.

Yoongi nodded, taking a look through the glass and examining the girl.

“She did mention she was acting pretty off a few days before though, paranoid it seems.” Namjoon adds with a frown.

Yoongi’s gaze slowly leaves the girl to land back on his partner, he seems to process the information before he voices his thoughts.

“You mentioned her father is terminally ill and the family isn’t in the best financial situation, could she have possibly run off to find some money? Shady business?” The detective offered.

“Possibly but why wouldn’t she at least tell her friends? Unless she was doing something very illegal.” Namjoon thought it out, suddenly considering the idea more before another thought crossed his mind.

“There’s another thing, it’s probably nothing but the friend mentioned some crush, a guy named Jaehyun. She seemed a little weird about him.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knitted together at the information and it was clear both detectives were thinking the same thing.

“A crush? Nothing more?”

“The friend denied it but she looked unsure of her answer, like she really didn’t know the full length of the relationship possibly.” Namjoon replied, eyes glued on the file in his hand.

Yoongi’s face didn’t give away much, it never really did. He had a perfected poker face and it was something that always slightly bothered the other detective for it was difficult to truly see what he was feeling or going through his head.

Suddenly, the file folder was ripped out of Namjoon's hands and he sent a glare to his colleague.

“You’re right, it could be nothing or it could be a college hook up gone terribly wrong.”

Namjoon never appreciated how drastically his partner jumped to conclusions, he supposed it was part of any detective's job to consider every possibility , no matter how unlikely it seemed but it seemed like the shorter detective always had an extreme way of working with cases with little evidence to go by.

“Looks like we need to have a talk with this Jaehyun guy.” Yoongi waved the folder in his hand before stalking away, leaving Namjoon completely flabbergasted.

As always.

—

Your skin felt sticky with sweat, you awoke with a loud gasp, inhaling the air sharply as your body sprung up. Expecting to feel the hard cushion beneath you and the familiar brick walls, you were alarmed when you realized there was no hard surface beneath you. You lay in a wide bed, soft with silk sheets and pillows that felt like mountains of clouds.

The room was large. Well, larger than the one you previously had been stuck in. Your eyes traveled to the vanity on the side, bright round bulbs lined up the mirror and all types of makeup, accessories and perfumes sat on it.

If you were being honest, part of you expected to not wake up at all, convinced that Jungkook had ultimately decided to bury a bullet inside your head after the events that took place.

It was all you had dreamed about.

The trigger going off, the image of Do-yeon’s figure just plopping onto the ground with a pool of blood to greet your knees. Whether her eyes would have fallen shut or chillingly remained opened with a soulless stare to swallow you up.

You couldn’t believe you had been willing to do that.

You couldn't believe you had almost done that if the gun had actually been loaded.

It didn’t let you rest. Do-yeon was alive, at least that’s what you thought. There was no reason for you to dwell on what could’ve been but you couldn’t help but feel like you deserved every bad thing happening to you for so willingly being ready to take someone’s life to save yourself.

“Bad dreams?” The voice was unexpected, it brought you out of your half conscious state immediately and you turned your neck to explore the layout of the room.

It was a loft-style bedroom, with a staircase to your right and at the bottom floor was evenly furnished, expensively furnished. It was wide and spacious, decorated with pretty ornaments and a neutral gray color scheme. Somehow, that made your stomach flip, such a seemingly normal room hidden within this type of foul environment was nauseating.

Your captor sat at the bottom on a sofa, legs spread out as he looked up at you.

It was then you also realized that your wrists weren’t being tugged, they didn’t burn or ache and your eyes slowly fell on them as you brought them up to your face.

You weren’t tied up.

“ Surprised?“ Jungkook spoke as he watched you with a lazy smirk.

“You shouldn’t be, ropes serve no purpose other than for punishment.” He added as he stood up with a sigh, sending you another more knowing look. “ Or maybe you like being tied up …in other ways.”

You eye him, ignoring his crude comment and frowning as you take in your surroundings one more time. That’s when it hit you to look down at yourself, your eyes slowly landing on your legs and noticing the ripped tights were no longer on your thighs.

Chin dipping, you let out a hiss at the sight of the new clothing on your body. Gray sweatpants with a matching tank top.

“You undressed me!?” You shout, feeling a shiver run through your body at the thought of him undressing you.

“Relax, I promise I didn’t peek.” His deep voice travels easily to you. You don’t miss the light and taunting tone he used. “Well, maybe a little.”

“You sick bastard, you touched-“

“I didn’t do anything but dress you, calm the hell down.” The sternness of his statement makes you shut your mouth, you nearly have to quite literally bite your tongue in order not to continue lashing out at him. Could you even trust what he told you? You supposed it didn’t even matter anymore, your body didn’t belong to you anymore in a place like this.

“Where am I?” You demand. “ Why am I here?”

“Did you forget already?“ He asks with fake amusement, walking near the staircase and leaning against it. “ You’re my new golden girl, princess.”

Your heart sank at his words, remembering what he had told you after you had pulled the trigger.

“And with that comes your new privileges, starting with your new room.” He looks around, and you notice a long slit on his pierced eyebrow, the dried blood clear.

But that’s only the less severe of his injuries, as your eyes study him more you notice more dried blood on the side of his neck. You squint, seeing an earring missing from his left ear, the cross earring you so very much hated. You couldn’t make out the wound in detail from where you sat but you still found yourself wincing at the sight of it .

That had to hurt, you thought to yourself.

“Don’t you like it?” He turns back to you, his upper lift lifting to reveal his upper teeth in a patronizing smile. “ I think it’s rather fitting for such a spoiled little princess .”

His last words came out in a sneer, a dark glare forming in his gaze that revealed the simmering anger that he had yet to cool down from. He was clearly still upset with your attempted escape, and that brought you a bit of joy, seeing him upset in any way was rewarding to you.

“Why are you doing this? After trying to escape, why give me this luxury?” You spit at him, it was as if the events that occurred the night before had never happened in the first place. No matter how much he threatened you, you wouldn’t become a puppet to him.

“And where is Do-yeon?” You add, your eyes lingering on the nasty cut on his eyebrow and on the reddish tint that covered his face. His hair was out of place too, messily swept to one side.

Jungkook licked his lips, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t tell me you’re concerned for the girl you nearly blew the brains out of?” He taunted with a sinister tone, he sounded amused as if he truly found the situation entertaining.

“Don’t worry, princess. She’s none of your concern. In fact, I bet she would be very thankful for you right now.” He raised both his eyebrows with a practiced look of genuine concern that made his doe eyes seem boyish for a second.

“Because of you, I have no use for her anymore so I handed her off to my buddies.” He explained, voice lowering. “ They must be taking great care of her, they’ve always loved sharing my leftovers.”

Your mouth curls in disgust, your skin crawling at the thought of Do-yeon being stuck with more men like him and being made to do god knows what.

Then Mina’s words entered your mind.

“My cousin may be cruel but there’s others here much worse than him.”

“Although, they are into some rather odd stuff.” Jungkook continued with his torment. “And they hate disobedience, much like me.”

He took a step forward, slowly starting to climb the staircase.

“But unlike me,” He kept his dark eyes on you. “They aren’t as kind to the girls, not very big on the ‘no hitting women’ policy.”

When he made it to the top of the steps, he paused, eyes traveling to your worn out appearance and the way you stiffened immediately.

“And you are?” You threw back at him, finding it hard to believe he was excluded from the terrible acts they did to the girls here.

His eyes narrowed , taking heavy steps towards the bed.

“You tell me. If I was a worse man, you’d be in a body bag right now after that little stunt you pulled.” He bit out, keeping his intense gaze on you. “ Maybe I’d even ship the body bag back to your parents, right on their doorstep.”

The blood drained from your face, hating how much his words struck you. You immediately imagined your parent’s faces, their broken expressions upon seeing your corpse. Your little brother’s face.

“Or,” He thought for a moment, now looking down at your figure. “ You could be a good little broken doll, you know how many sick fucks would pay to see you just limp and unconscious while men did unspeakable things to you?”

You sucked in a breath, somehow despising that scenario even more.

Jungkook watched your reaction, an unreadable look on his face despite the clear sinister words he had uttered out his mouth.

“So yes, I do think I’m rather kind.” He finished, lips twitching when he noticed your frozen stance.

“Why me?” You blurt out and watch his expression change instantly, not seeming to expect the sudden question.

“Why choose me over Do-yeon? Over your golden girl? Huh?” It didn’t make any sense to you, why would he trade you, a complete stranger who he had just kidnapped over a girl who was seemingly his favorite for a while, someone so striking and willing to please him.

Why me? The nausea hadn’t gone away, it only got worse with how much the question ran through your head. You tried to figure out the reason for his sudden interest in you, did he simply take joy in terrorizing you?

Jungkook was silent for a long moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer your question at all but then he placed his hands on the mattress, leaning forward as you sat there, refusing to back up despite the sheer terror that ran through you.

“I always like to break my new toys before handing them off to the others.” He told you. His face was so close that your noses nearly touched.

“Ruin them for others.” He lifted a piece of your hair, tugging it surprisingly hard that you nearly let out a yelp.

You glared at him.

“Make them remember how much they are going to miss me when I let them go,” He hissed. “How much they are going to beg to return to me even when they claimed to hate me so much.”

You were sure you’d rather put a bullet through your own head before ever begging him.

As if he could read your thoughts, he let go of your hair before gripping the side of your face, bringing you closer and you nearly fell right onto him with the sudden pull he gave you.

“We are going to have a fun time together, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond to him, his lips met yours in a harsh kiss. Your face scrunched up instantly and you attempted to pull away from it but Jungkook’s hands gripped the back of your neck, further pushing you onto his mouth . Half his body was on you as your hands attempted to pull his weight off, your hands throwing pathetic punches towards his shoulders.

When he finally let go, you gasped for air immediately but not before you went to lunge at him.

He caught your arms with ease, pushing you back against the mattress and away from him, dodging your attempts to hit him.

“If you can’t even handle a little kiss from me then I do worry how you are meant to manage.” He chuckled, taking long strides back towards the staircase and you practically sneered at him. You pushed hair out of your face, the force of his push had sent you completely flying face-down on the bed.

You wiped your swollen lips with the back of your hand, hating how much he thought he had a right to you.

“Fucking asshole.” You hiss, clenching your jaw as you see him already reach the bottom of the stairs and make his exit out the room.

Your glare is set on him as he opens the metal door, clearly locked with a passcode that you will never know the code of. He lifts his gaze up to you, meeting your eyes as an amused expression still sits on his face.

“Careful, I’m really starting to like that attitude.”

Your face instantly falls and his lips quirk up at the sight, sending you one last look before the sound of the door echoed shut throughout your cage.

—

The hot shower steamed up the glass on the sliding doors, the mist quickly filled the bathroom and suffocated it. Jungkook lifted his head up, letting the water run down his face as he ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stand the stench of iron on his shirt anymore, soaked with his Do-yeon’s blood from pathetic attempts that only sealed her fate further.

Not only that, his shirt had also been stained with the blood of his cousin from the hard hit to her head.

He felt for Mina, he really did but she was incredibly stupid for letting her guard down. If Jungkook had taught her anything, it was that you never turn your back on your enemy, that included the hostage. His cousin knew better, he knew Mina had been trained well enough so he knew that her moment of weakness was due to her close relationship with you.

He had to remind himself to make it clear to her that she couldn’t let that happen again.

He shut off the shower, sliding open the door and stepping out. Wrapping a towel around his waist loosely , he ran his palm across the mirror and took a look at his scratched up face. The cut on his eyebrow was still visible but less so now that the dried blood has washed off. Nonetheless, it looked like it would leave an ugly scar, a long open slit through the eyebrow was already forming.

Do-yeon had been a pain in the ass to get rid of, it’s as if the girl had already known the fate that awaited her with Jimin and Taehyung because she had resisted with every last bit of her strength.

She had twisted in his grip, flailing her arms around like a mad woman and begged him to not do it. In her frantic actions, she had gripped his hair and when he went to remove her hand, her perfectly manicured long nails had dragged along his face, nearly ripping his piercing out completely with the amount of desperation she had fought with. She didn’t stop there though. When he had pulled her off him, she lunged back into him with greater force, ripping the earring off his ear, causing blood to gush out immediately.

But alas, she couldn’t escape it. Jungkook had grown angrier by the minute and practically threw her out the luxurious room that was once her safe space and into the hands of the duo with the worst reputation in the building.

If Jungkook had even half the heart, he would have thought twice about sentencing her to such a cruel fate that would end in non-stop suffering. He knew of their ways, he had not been lying to you when he said that some men here didn’t have any morals left.

Why would they when they were already committing one of the most heinous of acts?

But Jungkook didn’t even have a quarter of a heart when it came to Do-yeon anymore. Whatever little sympathy or care he may have once for her had completely vanished the moment he saw her on that fence, ready to make a run for it. His rules were always simple, don’t bite the hands that feed you.

And he wasn’t the forgiving type.

However, something deeper brewed underneath him. The imagine of you was ingrained in his mind, it had been the moment he saw you though that webcam you had dumbly not covered. Your face was pretty, very pretty but it wasn’t anything out of this world and he knew that. With the type of business he was in, he had seen dozens and dozens of pretty faces over the years, some that could give models a run for their money.

But he thought you would make a good addition, you were cute and had a normal enough appearance. Some viewers liked the less luxurious look, some favored a more subtle appearance that didn’t stand out much for whatever reason. That had been his excuse, that you would be good business and a new fun thing to play with.

It wasn’t completely true though. Jungkook’s liking towards you was stubborn, more stubborn than the average want to just try out another new pretty face. He couldn’t understand what was so different about you because there wasn’t anything different about you.

Yet you had struck a nerve with him, the determination you had and how quickly you had moved into action. Most girls were too afraid to anger anyone here when they first came, too in shock to even react to the circumstances but your fear was no match for your anger. Even a moment ago, he could tell how scared you were but you were too prideful to show it, putting on a brave face in front of him as if he couldn’t see past it.

You reminded him of himself in a way.

Putting up a tough act and steel font to protect yourself.

Except his wasn’t an act or a font. He wanted to show you he could easily break down those steel walls of yours. You were no match for him.

So why did you make him so angry? You infuriated him. Ever since he found you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Nothing seemed to distract him enough, he had a tendency to get obsessed with the chase, the stalking and tracking down of new girls for the business.

But once he caught them and brought them here, he never bothered much with them after that.

Not with you though.

His fascination should have been dying down by now but why did only seem to be growing? He didn’t like the feeling inside him. It was intoxicating, he felt so feverish when he had watched you sleep earlier.

When he was taking off your clothes earlier to change you, he hadn’t been lying to you when he said he hadn’t done anything else. He was tempted to, so tempted but his eyes took you in your face instead. The way small puffs of air left your plump lips. His attention was purely on the way your face scrunched up every so often, as if you were experiencing the worst nightmare. Which you were, he supposed. His fingers had trailed your collarbone, relishing in the softness of your skin. It had reminded him of when he had sneaked into your room all those weeks ago, how he’d taken pictures of your exposed neck. It was his favorite part of your body for some reason, perhaps he simply loved to imagine his fingers around your neck, tightening until you begged him to stop with choked breaths. Once he had finished dressing you, he had called for a medic to check on you just to be sure you didn’t have any further injuries and to confirm that your state of unconscious had only been because of how worn out you had been.

He didn’t like the discomfort and skittishness he felt seeing you so lifeless, it was the first time you had looked so at peace since you had got here . But somehow he preferred you with that fire and hatred in your eyes.

You weren’t supposed to still be inside his head.

You weren’t supposed to be making him feel this way.

He was supposed to shoot you the moment he saw you fall from that fence, getting ready to sprint. He should’ve shot you but he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. This problem would have been easily solved if you were simply just another corpse to get rid of.

A loud knock on his door brought him back to reality, away from his haunting thoughts.

“Come in.” He replied loudly as he slipped out of the bathroom.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” The man announced as stepped inside and took a glance at the younger boy’s naked chest that was covered with ink on nearly every inch. Jin himself was dressed in his usual attire that nearly everyone there wore like a uniform. All black .

“Shut the hell up.” Jungkook grumbled walking past him to grab the clothes off the chair that sat at the corner.

“What’s up with your shit mood, thought you got that little new girl back. “ Jin shut the door with the heel of his boot, the sound echoing throughout the wide and long corridors on the other side.

“I did.” Jungkook clipped. “So I don’t want to hear shit from you about how I nearly risked the entire business for some random girl.”

Jin was quiet as he stood by the door. By the sound of his tone, he didn’t probe the younger boy any further. Jungkook would admit he was quite foul when he wasn’t in a good mood. Which was nearly always.

“I know what I’m doing, I always know what I’m doing.” Jungkook sent a harsh glare towards Jin, making it clear.

The older man sent him a hard look in return, not looking exactly convinced by the words or by his attitude.

“And what about your golden girl? I heard she made quite a scene as well.” Jin asked casually, amusement in his tone as he leaned against the wall behind him. Jungkook knew that Jin really couldn’t care less about Do-yeon but he was aware of how long Jungkook had kept her around and he wasn’t a fan of it at all. He remembered all the subtle and not so subtle warnings Jin had thrown at him, urging him to cut ties before things got ugly.

“Do-yeon’s not my problem anymore and much less my golden girl.” Jungkook scoffed, a humorless smile hinting at his lips as rage filled him.

“She could end up in a ditch after Jimin and Taehyung are done with her for all I care.”

Jin hummed in agreement, seemingly glad to hear the detachment in his voice. Jin had made it clear that he thought the girl would end up being trouble, she had gotten too comfortable over the years, sometimes acting like she was above some of the other guys in charge here. Jin thought it was dangerous, he was starting to think Jungkook had indeed formed an attachment to Do-yeon that was more than just physical.

It was stupid of him to think that, Jungkook thought.

He knew his limits and while Do-yeon was gorgeous, that was all she was to him. She had been good to him, really good for years but there was nothing to get attached to.

She was a girl like any other, nothing more and nothing less.

It was better to keep things distant, professional and strictly business when it came to the girls here. They couldn’t be given any glimmer of hope.

“So is the new girl your golden girl now?” Jin teased, crossing his arms as he watched Jungkook finish dressing. Jin never bothered much with favorites, he wanted to keep himself away from them as possible and whatever temptations he had were quickly shut down by his own logical mind. He never involved himself with the same girl twice, that’s just how he preferred it.

Jungkook was an interesting case, that’s what the others here told him. They said he had an air of almost loyalty to him. Jungkook nearly laughed in their faces when they mentioned that, it sounded ridiculous but he couldn’t deny that he had always picked favorites. From the very beginning he would focus on a particular girl and then drop her when he got sick or bored of her.

“For now.” Jungkook simply replied, buckling his belt.

“Doesn’t sound too promising, maybe you should hand her over to Hoseok.” Jin suggested.

That made Jungkook look up sharply, frowning instantly.

“What?”

“Yeah, he mentioned he found her really cute when he snatched her back up for you.” Jin let out a chuckle, obviously taking the piss out of the whole situation.

Jungkook didn’t find it funny though, his lips were set in a straight line as his jaw tensed.

“Tell Hoseok to keep his fucking dick in his pants, at least while he’s with my cousin.” Jungkook spit out, his already sour mood worsening with the very thought of not only that douchebag blatantly cheating on his cousin but him getting anywhere near you sent him over the edge.

He tried to keep the flame at bay but it only worsened the more he tried to suppress his unwelcoming emotions.

“Since when have you cared about monogamy that much? You had no problem sharing Do-yeon from time to time.”

That was different, Jungkook wanted to snap but the words were so foreign even to him.

The thought of any other men here even touching you sent a distasteful image to his head, maybe it was selfishness but Jungkook knew the moment you would act up with someone else here, they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you. You were not theirs to touch and much less hurt, it enraged him to even think about it.

“Since now.” His words were final. “I don’t give a shit, I’m not sharing.”

Jin knew to back off when he said that, clearly realizing he hit a sensitive spot with both the new girl and Mina. He never knew Jungkook to be that territorial with the women in his life but he supposed he shouldn’t be that shocked, he always had a strong personality that didn’t allow him to take a lot of things lightly.

“Speaking of Mina, are you sure we can trust her not to crack with the authorities?” Jin swiftly changed the subject to more serious matters. He had been worried ever since Mina went back in town, knowing the police were likely questioning right now.

“Mina may be clumsy and an idiot half the time,”Jungkook reasoned with a heavy sigh. “ But she’s loyal, she would never betray me.”

Jin knew he was right, nobody would have allowed her into this business if they suspected she would rat them out at the first chance she got. She had always been on top of everything, despite her clear distaste for it.

Still, he knew how much detectives loved to play mind games in order to corner the suspects.

“How long do you think until she’s in the clear?”

“Couple weeks maybe,” Jungkook shrugged, seeming to calculate the exact time in his head. “She needs to stay in town for a while to not raise any suspicion. It won’t be that long before they consider it a cold case, Y/n is not a minor or a child so they won’t prioritize it as much.”

“Or even better, consider Jaehyun the number one suspect and murderer.” He added with a raised brow, proud smirk forming on his lips and Jin knitted his eyebrows as his gaze narrowed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jungkook had moved in front of his mirror, hissing as he further examined the wound on his ear.

“What a little bitch..” He mumbled as the memory of Do-yeon’s nails surfaced again.

“You better not have done some stupid shit, I’m serious.” Jin warned behind him, his tone lowering. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Relax, it’s just some fabricated messages. Light work for me.” He replied with a smirk, unable to hide the cynical pleasure he took in the situation.

Jin eyed him with clear uncertainty, his face hardening. If he knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he always took things too far. He knew the younger boy like the back of his hand, had an impulsive nature that didn’t blend well with his malicious tendencies.

“What will they find on that classmate’s computer?” Jin asked lowly.

Jungkook’s eyes met his through the mirror but he wasn’t the least bit put off by Jin’s intimidation. Nobody here frightened him.

“I’m just not a fan of history majors.” Jungkook told him instead with an innocent look that made his doe eyes gleam. That made Jin nearly let out a low chuckle of utter disbelief before he shook his head and opened the door, sending him one last warning look.

“Whatever, just make sure your cousin doesn’t fuck this up.”

—

“Excuse me.”

The muffled voice went unnoticed by you, along with the sound of a key card sliding.

You had been going insane stuck inside this room, the said ‘luxuries’ were no comfort at all. Sure, they may serve as a temporary relief from the awful ropes they had tied you with on your arrival here but it didn’t erase the reality. It was nothing but that, a distraction.

A gilded cage.

In a way, you had almost preferred that Jungkook had kept you in the old room, at least no memories that constantly shoved your utter betrayal in your face were in there. Even if there wasn’t anything particularly unique about the bedroom, nothing that indicated Do-yeon had lived here for years. You could just imagine her here, sitting where you now sat.

You had searched for any small thing that was hers, an accessory, a hairbrush, makeup even. But there was nothing. Everything looked brand new, untouched. All the makeup was unopened, the hair brushes had not one piece of hair on them and the accessories were all still packaged in small boxes.

You wondered if the smell of the sheets were the only thing left of her but even those smelled freshly washed with the strong scent of detergent coating them.

It disturbed you how easily he managed to get rid of her and not leave a single trace behind in what used to be her room. In a strange way, it almost made you feel like a home wrecker of some sort.

You couldn’t help but think that was bound to happen to you too.

When would Jungkook get rid of you and toss you out? When will he erase every trace of you in this room for the next girl who met the same path? Was it all just a vicious cycle? The thought made you fist up the comforter underneath you, unable to hold down the displeasure.

You needed to figure out where Do-yeon was now.

“Hello? I’m sorry to disturb you but they told me to come get you.” You finally glanced down to the bottom floor, your eyes landing on who the feminine voice belonged to.

A girl stood here, she didn’t look much younger than you but she definitely looked more meek. She was short, a look of pure uncertainty had taken over face as she peeked into the room.

“I-I’m meant to take you to the cafeteria for lunch.”

That made you reluctantly stand from the bed but you couldn’t help the confusion you felt with every one of her words. You eyed her with uneasiness as you slowly made your way down the steps.

“Who are you?” You ask and for the first time today, your mind wanders to Mina. Where was she? A dark thought passed through you, one that wondered if you had injured her severely to the point of head trauma.

Another even more sinister thought came flooding in after that, one that asked you why you would even care. Mina was the reason you were here, if anything , you wished she was dead. Death was little to pay for what she had done to you.

That cynical part of your mind concerned you, it was far too easy for you to access it and wish death upon those who wronged you but you couldn’t help it. You were always the type to hold grudges and this was one you would take to your grave.

“Uh…” The girl stalled as she seemed to debate answering the question. “ Jiyeon.”

As you neared the door, you took a better look at her scared figure. She wore simple clothes, similar to ones Jungkook had dressed you in. A gray tank top but she wore matching shorts instead of sweat pants.

“Did Jungkook send you?”

“No,” She replied, unable to keep your gaze. “Jin did.”

Who was Jin?

“Who’s that?”

“Um, he’s the person in charge of us.” She licks her lips. “Well, one of them.”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing ahead of her towards the empty corridors.

“Cafeteria? Is that where all the girls eat?” You ask shakily, your mind instantly going towards Do-yeon.

Was she there? If she was, you needed to talk to her.

Jiyeon simply nods, a look of impatience flashing her eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.” You nod and she hesitantly steps aside, no longer blocking the exit and you waste no time to get out of the room.

It quickly comes to your attention that you’re not sure how you are meant to navigate this factory, everything looks too similar. The long illuminated corridors resembled the exact ones Mina had taken you through but it couldn’t be the same one. At least, that’s what you thought.

You imagine it must’ve been on purpose or simply the way the factory was originally built. It didn’t provide any unique starting point or a way to memorize certain doors or hallways. It was intended to be confusing, it was meant to install doubt at every corner and leave you wondering what actually sat behind each door.

The girl walked in hurried yet unsteady steps. She kept glancing back at you every other second, afraid she’d somehow lose sight of you when it was merely impossible for you to go anywhere without her knowledge. You felt yourself quickly feeling sorry for the girl, she was just like you. One more captive.

You wondered if maybe you would look just as scared as her one day. That instead of building more resistance, you’d get every ounce of bravery sucked out of you and eventually cower completely and give up.

“How long have you been here for?” The question naturally flies out your mouth as you stare down at your socked feet padding against the floors.

The girl is quiet, looking over her shoulder at you then her eyes drift to the upper corners of the walls.

“I’m not sure,” She says, shrugging. “Months.”

She didn’t know?

Of course she didn’t, they probably didn’t keep them up to date on anything here. They were left completely in the dark about everything and they’d soon start to forget how many days or weeks had passed.

“How….how’d they find you?”

There was a long pause before she answered.

“I don’t know …I just came across a job offering online. It was for some private company.” Jiyeon slowed her steps a bit. “He was nice, really nice.”

You swallowed, feeling your stomach flip.

“Who was?”

“The guy.” Her voice wavered, a new emotion taking over. “ The one who stuck me inside a van as soon as our ‘interview’ was over .”

Your head felt tight with the twisted thoughts that swirled inside , each one so sinister and dreadful. You were in fact not special, your case couldn’t be unique. These girls had been preyed on by men just like Jungkook, maybe not exactly the same way but that’s what made it more alarming. They had different methods of catching the victims, some probably more subtle and discreet than others.

Before you could question her further, you both came down to what looked like a dead-end that reminded too much of the path you and Do-yeon had faced in your failed escape. However, Jiyeon stopped before you reached that dead-end and turned to a pair of large doors to your right, with surprising windows that let your peer inside.

Your eyes took in all the girls inside, most sitting on what looked to be cafeteria style tables and some walking around the wide space. The doors were pulled open by the girl in front of you and you hurried inside , your gaze determined to land on Do-yeon. The room had no windows as expected, no way of bystander even catching a glimpse of the hell inside here.

What first caught your attention was someone staring at you . You looked to the side, seeing a guy with a lean figure standing with his arms lazily crossed over his chest who had seemed to have been watching over the girls before he had taken interest in your arrival. His hair was a bleached blonde, falling gracefully along his face that was made up of both sharp and soft features.

His slit-eyed gaze in particular was a bit overwhelming but his overall expression was welcoming, kind even.

He sent a wide smile your way, eyes crinkling at the corners as he motioned for you to come over.

“That’s Jimin.” Jiyeon whispered to you before you both walked in sync towards him.

“This our new girl?” He asked, in a voice of silk. Jiyeon gave him a single curt nod, immediately stiffening.

“Yes, I was told to bring her to eat here.” She says as her eyes are glued to the floor and you raise an eyebrow in question.

She looked petrified.

The guy, Jimin, studied her for a moment. He didn’t look the least bit upset or angry which is why you were a little put off by how the girl looked like she was ready to vomit all over herself. Color drained from her face, coming and going as you saw the tips of her fingers twitch with nerves.

“Right,” Jimin says, eyes landing on you for a mere second and then he taps Jiyeon’s chin with two fingers. “Keycard, please?”

She quickly reaches behind her, pulling out the card from the waistband of her shorts and hands it over to him. He takes it swiftly, the card disappearing somewhere inside his back pocket before you could catch a good glimpse of it.

“Thank you,” He emphasizes with a brighter smile and you can’t deny he was handsome. You wonder if that’s also meant to mean something, were the men here specifically young and attractive to lure girls in? You didn’t doubt it one bit.

“What a doll, as always.” His tone is light and friendly as he points behind him. “Why don’t you go grab a bite? Before the food gets cold.”

Jiyeon didn’t linger for even a second, her legs worked faster than her brain because she was out of his sight before he had even finished his last sentence. He seemed to notice it too, his eyes trailing behind her and at the way she scurried off. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

You instantly felt compelled to follow her so you quickly began making your way towards the direction she went but Jimin’s voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I didn’t say you could go.”

Halting, you turn to glance at him over your shoulder. His tone had been sharp but his expression held no sign of it.

He gave a grin instead.

“I’m just messing with you, relax.” He sounded so sickeningly sweet. “You new ones are always so jumpy.”

You eyed him with obvious suspicion, turning to look ahead of you at all the dozens of girls who sat on the worn out cafeteria tables. They all held similar expressions, some more unnerved than others and some even looking slightly bored. It was clear who were the ones that had been here a while, they looked defeated and lifeless. Your eyes caught sight of Jiyeon again, a tray of food in her hands as she cautiously walked to an open spot at a table. Her eyes alert and wide, like she was always expecting something to jump at her.

“She’s not new.” You pointed out.

You didn’t know if Jimin had heard you until he walked up beside you which made you almost flinch away. His eyes followed yours.

“She’s always been like that.” He told you in an informative tone. “You should’ve seen her when I was interviewing her. Shaking in her seat.”

You took in his words, remembering what Jiyeon had just told you. An interview.

This was the guy who took her.

“To be fair, she wouldn’t have gotten the job anyway. Even if it was real.” He teased as he leaned closer to you.

“It’s really a shame but the ones I choose aren’t the brightest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a hot ball of anger in the pit of your stomach. His sweet tone didn’t match the words he’d say at all, it was infuriating to say the least.

“ I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just pointing out the obvious.” He leaned back, sighing. “If some of these girls were smarter they wouldn’t fall for such sketchy internet scams.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to not feel guilty for kidnapping innocent girls?”

You should have held your tongue, you had already been warned before by Mina and Jungkook. You knew better and your instincts told you to keep quiet but yet your mouth seemed to move on its own. To your surprise though, Jimin didn’t look angry or put off by what you said.

He sent you a tight-lipped smile.

“No,” He hums. “I never said I felt guilty.”

That made you fall silent, you couldn’t help but feel a little shocked at the way no emotion crossed his eyes. Just a vacant stare.

“Of course, why would I expect anything more from sick bastards like you.” You say.

His smile didn’t falter but his eyes squinted a bit as they roamed you.

“I can see you haven’t been properly trained yet.” You kept your hard stare on him. “ Funny, I’d imagined you’d be after what you pulled.”

Jimin’s hands moved behind his back, taking a step closer. The scent of rosewood hit your nostrils.

“I wonder if our Jungkook has gone soft?” He whispered.

Hardly, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was anything but soft, he was absolutely insane and cruel. Has this guy lost his mind? Was he simply joking with you? Or worse, was what Jungkook had told you in fact true?

You didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think that Jungkook was your best option here because it couldn’t be true. Not after the way he treated you. Not after making you do that to Do-yeon and tossing her to the side like damaged goods.

“Jimin.” The call of his name made him slowly turn his head, his attention ripped away from you and towards another guy behind you both.

The man looked slightly older but his face was youthful, and of course, he was also stunning. It was starting to get insulting at this point. His dark hair was at a similar length as Jungkook’s but his features were vastly different. They were much more softer and subtle, a look of elegance almost. He was lean and tall, significantly taller than the guy in front of you right now.

He gave Jimin a warning look, tilting his head to motion him to follow him.

Jimin turned back to you, seeming to take you in again before another one of those chilling bright smiles returned to his face.

“It was nice meeting you, doll.” He said in a tone that dripped of false sincerity. “ I’m sure you’ll be much more pleasant next time I see you.”

You didn’t want to know what he meant by that but you felt the air return to you when he turned to leave at last, walking towards the other man waiting for him. They disappeared behind a corner, leading who knows where and you were left alone to contemplate your horrible nightmare yet again.

Something about that guy was so off. You almost laughed at your conclusion, there was something obviously off with every man here. They were human traffickers for god’s sake.

The quiet chattering that filled the room made you turn your attention back to what you came here to find. The girls seemed to actually be allowed to converse amongst themselves to your surprise. For some reason, you imagined that even that was also prohibited.

When you made your way towards the countless tables, some girls stared but most kept their head down or angled to whoever they were talking to. You should have made your way to get some food but despite your growling stomach, all you could focus on was finding the girl you had thrown under the bus in the worst possible way.

For a second, the thought of her not being here crosses your mind and that sets you into a quiet panic. If she wasn’t here that must have meant she was somewhere you couldn’t access her easily. This seemed like the only place you could get a solid chance of talking to her and finding out if she was okay. You didn’t know when else you’d be able to get a hold of her. Or if you ever would cross paths again knowing how Jungkook seemed beyond upset with you earlier for even mentioning her name.

“Sorry,” You mumble when you nearly bump into a random girl in your attempt to hurriedly push through the crowded area.

She didn’t acknowledge you as she went about her way. Your eyes non-intentionally followed her and your heart nearly stopped completely when you noticed her sit a comfortable distance away from a familiar face.

Do-yeon’s head hung low in a cowering position. Her dark hair covered most of her face except for the front view that you caught a clear glimpse of. Her arms rested on the table, a tray of food untouched in front of her. Her fists were clenched as she seemed to stare blankly downwards.

You wasted no time in rushing over to her and taking a seat s. right across from her. Thankfully nobody seemed to be within ear-shot. Not that it mattered, every girl here had likely been through worse already.

“Do-yeon.” You say in a gasped whisper.

She looks up with a flinch, her expression morphing into one of clear fear. You force yourself to hold in another gasp as you eye the purple bruise forming on the right side of her upper cheek. It has hues of green on the outer sides and it looked horribly swollen. It caused her eye to appear significantly heavy-lidded and droopy.

But other than that, her entire demeanor looked vastly different from what you had previously seen of her. It resembled the exact way she had appeared that moment Jungkook had caught both of you on the fence.

She looked utterly defeated.

“What happened to you? Who did that?”

Do-yeon seemed to take a second to process you were in front of her, her eyes scanned you as she knitted her eyebrows together.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” She whispered to you, taking a quick glance around. “Does Jungkook know you’re here?”

You felt a pinch of annoyance at her glossing over your question but you were also left confused.

“Isn’t this where all the girls eat?” You ask and let out a sigh. “Forget that, tell me what happened to you.”

She shook her head. “The golden girl doesn’t eat at the cafeteria, you’re not supposed to be here-“

“Do-yeon.” You snap at her. “ I don’t give a shit, what happened to you?”

A frown took over her lips as she swallowed. She blinked rapidly, evidently trying to withhold tears.

“What do you think?” She asked with a sneer that took you by surprise.

You felt your heartbeat pick up again, it no longer felt frozen in your chest but this time it felt like it was slowly shattering apart with every beat.

“He threw me to the side after taking him for granted.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes burned into yours. “No, throwing me to the side would have been a blessing.”

“He threw me to a pair of wolves that are worse than him.”

“They hit you.” You confirm as bile threatens to raise up your throat, staring at the bruise.

Some part of you hoped that Jungkook had been lying just to scare you, that it was a tactic he used on every girl here in order to get them to submit.

“They do worse than that.” Do-yeon states as her jaw tightens.

“I’m so sorry.” Your throat closes up as the guilt practically starts eating you alive. “This all my fault, I -I can try to convince Jungkook to take you back, I promise I’ll -“

“No.” She cuts you off a firm grip on your wrist.

“Jungkook isn’t going to take me back. He isn’t the forgiving type.” She tells with a definitive tone. “I knew that before I took the risk.”

The hope inside your chest deflates further as your mind scrambles to find any sort of solution.

“No, no there has to be something I can-“

“What fantasy are you still living in?” Do-yeon presses with an incredulous look taking over her broken eyes. “Do you not see where you’re at right now? Has it not hit you yet?”

You shut your mouth, lips set in a straight line as it takes everything in you not to reply back to her with a snide remark. It takes a moment for you to realize it, for the fire inside you to dim as you really take in what she’s saying.

She was right, you had not accepted it. You didn’t consider yourself one of these girls yet, you didn’t want to see yourself in them. Accepting this was a form of submission to you, a sign that you needed to adapt. That’s the last thing you wanted to do. For whatever reason, you refused to see yourself as one of them, you had deluded yourself into thinking that maybe it would be different for you and that it would be temporary.

That you still had a chance of making it out.

How stupid could you be? You were no different , the reality of it pierced through you in the most excruciating way. There is nothing that would make you lead a different path than any of the girls here.

“Do you know how rare it is for girls to escape these situations? Huh?” Her words plead to knock some sense into your stubborn head.

“Has anyone ever escaped here?” You throw back at her, your lips trembling.

Do-yeon gives you a long stare, and you swear you see a flash of pity in it.

“If they did, we never knew about it.” She replies. “They’d never let us know if they managed to make it out.”

So, she didn’t know for sure that nobody had escaped. You hated how that little pathetic knowledge made you glimmer with hope again.

It was so rare and it most likely was never going to be you who escaped.

“Your best chance is to stay on Jungkook’s good side. You need to stay with him as long as you can.” Do-yeon's grip tightened even more on your wrist, her nails digging into your skin.

“And what? Become his little pet until he realizes he’s bored-“

“Yes.” She says louder. “Jungkook must see something he likes in you if he was so willing to get rid of me without a second thought.”

“Use it to your advantage, make sure he never trades you for another and much less…pass you to the other men here.” She whispers the last part, sending you a distasteful look that served as enough warning to you.

“As much as I hate him, I’d give anything to go back to him right now.” You hate the crack in her voice when she says it.

“Why are you helping me when I’m the one who did this to you?” You ask, shaking your head as you try to get her to release her grip on you.

“Because I’m not a fucking bitch? You’re not the one who put me here, you’re just another victim like the rest of us.” Do-yeon looks as if she was ready to slap you and you don’t blame her, you’re beginning to get defensive because you don’t like what she’s implying.

Because what she’s implying is you needing to do exactly what Mina had told you from the start, to listen and accommodate.

“What about you!” You hiss at her, lowering your face to hers.

You pointed towards her face and saw her wince.

“What about me?” She takes another breath. “There’s nothing you can do about me, worry about yourself.”

No.

“I’ll worry about getting us the hell out of here.”

Do-yeon lips form a sad smile.

“You need to get real, at the end we are all going to look out for ourselves only.” She tells you as she finally lets go of your wrist. “I thought you’d know that very well already.”

You knew she was referring to what had happened the last time you were together. The very thing you had avoided bringing up and that was still killing you inside. How you didn’t hesitate to put that gun up her head in order to save yourself.

“I-I panicked.” You stammer, eyes widening. “I didn’t want to do that, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Do-yeon shook her head, eyes glossy. “ You did what anyone else would, you did what I couldn’t. That’s how you survive here.”

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from letting out a sob, your face twisting .

“I really hope your tough girl approach to everything isn’t an act.” She tells with a serious look taking over her pretty features.

“And if it is, you better not let Jungkook find out.”

This threw you off, if Do-yeon had been begging you to please Jungkook and stay on his good side, why wouldn’t she want your toughness to be an act? What did she mean by that? You thought for a second if she meant it in a deeper sense. That maybe she wasn’t referring to physical defiance against him but emotional defiance.

Perhaps what she meant was that you couldn’t let him break who you were and realize you were as easily disposable as she had been.

You felt horrible for even thinking that but was it not the truth? Do-yeon herself was implying that you couldn’t let what happened to her, happen to you.

“I will help you, I promise-“

You paused when your eyes landed on a familiar figure a few away. Your stomach dropped when you realized Jungkook was here, his back was facing you but you could easily identify him. The numerous tattoos on both his arms were recognizable anywhere and even more so with the sleeveless tank top he seemed to be wearing now. His head turned, his sharp side profile further confirming it was him.

He was talking to someone but you couldn’t quite make out who was in front of him. You avoided straightening your posture to try and look over the multiple heads that were in your way of getting a clear view in fear of catching his attention.

“Why bother making promises you can’t keep.” Do-yeon’s voice forced your attention back to her but your eyes kept nervously traveling back to his figure.

She seemed to notice your distracted gaze because she turned around to follow your eye-line.

“Shit,” She said below her breath. “You can’t let him see you with me.”

“What? Why?”

“Are you stupid? Jungkook is a paranoid bastard, he will assume you’re plotting something with me and you’re not exactly on his best side right now.” She tells you and turns to hide herself behind her hair again.

“Get away from here. It won’t end well for either of us if we’re seen together.”

You decide to take her advice due to the sheer panic in her voice and the fact that you truly didn’t know what Jungkook would do to her if he did see you both together. Pulling yourself away from the bench, you walk towards the further back of the room where more girls sat watching their lunch. You don’t exactly know what your plan is but you try to look as casual as possible as you follow a group of girls who seem to be going in the direction of the top shelves that hold some unappetizing food to them.

Trying your best to hide yourself behind them, you copied their actions and picked up a plastic tray from the stack of them in front of you. You reach over to grab a banana from the small pile of fruit and your first mistake is to take another sneaky glance towards Jungkook.

At first, he only seems to be scanning the area with a jaded look on his face but before you could avert your gaze away from him, his eyes trap you in place. He does double take and you flinch your head down quickly but you knew it was too late.

He saw you.

“Fuck,” You curse, trying to busy yourself piling on different foods on your tray as you hope and pray he simply thinks he saw wrong.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous, it wasn’t like you had walked here yourself but everything about him made you squirm. You weren’t sure how he’d react to anything or what little thing could set him off and take it out on you.

Sure enough, you soon felt a hand on your shoulder that practically hauled your entire body around.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You look up at him, his eyes narrowed down at you but you could tell there was confusion behind his question as well.

“A girl brought me here.” You say as you attempt to get out of his grip but he only responds by grabbing your arm instead, pulling you away from the cafeteria top shelf and leaving your tray abandoned.

“What girl?” He demands, his dark eyebrows pinching together and you notice he must've showered not long ago due to the damp hair and spotless skin. There was no dried blood in sight anymore, his neck was clean of it. The cross earring was indeed no longer on his ear, a small wound was in its place. You really hadn’t imagined the severity of his injuries, his earlobe remained awfully swollen.

“I don’t know.” You snap in a defensive tone as you tug against him.

“You don’t know?” Jungkook tilts his head, looking behind him at the countless girls who sat ahead. “Point to her then.”

You stare at him, that fire inside you returning .

“She said her name was Jiyeon.” You spit out.

He turns back to look at you, an unreadable expression taking over his face and then he sighs.

“Was that so hard, princess?” He leans forward, pinching your cheek like one would do to a child as a form of endearment.

You slap his hand away and scowl at him.

“Why can’t I be here? Isn’t it the cafeteria where every girl eats?”

“You’re not just any girl,” He simply states. “ Do I have to keep reminding you of your place?”

“Then why did they drag me here?”

“I have the same question.” A hard look takes over his eyes as he looks ahead, eyebrows still knitted together.

You soon realize his grip on your arm isn’t releasing and he only pulls you into his hard chest him as he begins to walk towards the same entrance doors you came through.

“My food.” You protest as you glance behind you.

He ignores you, positioning you right in front of him and sends you a glare that sends your legs moving as if they are under a spell. You were really getting sick of him manhandling you like you were made of rags instead of flesh and bone.

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me, I didn’t take myself here.”

“I didn’t say I was mad at you, princess.” He says and you can feel him playing with a piece of your hair as he walks too closely behind you.

“And I didn’t realize it bothered you if I was.”

“It doesn’t .” You bite out, feeling your cheeks heat up with anger and a hint of embarrassment.

He chuckles behind you and you feel his hot breath hit the back of your neck.

“ I still don’t get why I can’t just eat here.” You say as you glance back at him.

He eyes you, tilting his head as a smirk teases the corners of his mouth.

“Feeling lonely?” He mocks. “ I’m afraid I don’t like the idea of you making friends with the girls here. Call me dramatic but I don’t quite trust you enough yet.”

Yet.

You wanted to turn around and claw his eyes out so badly.

“So what? I’m going to be stuck in a damn room all day?”

You nearly bump into one of the girl’s walking past you and you feel Jungkook’s fingers tug the back of your shirt to stop the impact. He ‘tsks’ with disapproval of your clumsy nature.

“You mean like a hostage?” He tells with a flat tone and lets out a silent laugh when you whip your head back, sending him a murderous look.

You absolutely loathe him. Every bit of you was shaking with anger but you had to remember what Do-yeon had said to you.

“ You just got here and are already making so many complaints, you really are a princess aren’t you?”

Ignoring him, you pick up your pace and reach out to open the two wide doors but of course, they are sealed shut and no amount of force flings them open.

Every damn corner was a cage.

Jungkook slips in front of you with a knowing look, as if he found your attempt both amusing and plain stupid . He blocks your view as he punches in whatever code on the handle and you’re left to stare down at his leather boots.

The annoying beeps fill your ears as you lift up your head slightly to take one last look behind you towards where Do-yeon was seated. She wasn’t alone this time, the guy you had finished talking to just minutes ago was standing over her, a tight grip on her shoulder as he seemed to be whispering something down to her.

You frown as Jungkook drags you out the door and towards the blinding bright empty corridors again.

—

Once you’re back inside your personalized cell, you can’t help but feel shocked when you see the plate of hot food sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It looks far more appealing than what you had seen back in the cafeteria and you almost feel bad for getting to enjoy another luxury that the rest of the girls who shared your fate didn’t.

But it wasn’t your fault, you had to keep telling yourself that.

With that, you practically run towards the couch and grab the plate of food, sitting it on your lap as you bring a spoonful of it towards your mouth.

“You surely don’t waste time.” Jungkook comments as the metal door shrieks shut behind him.

You want him to leave and let you suffer in your misery alone.

“I’m sure your little adventure in the woods left you weak and starved.”

You don’t look up as you chew the food, gripping the spoon tighter.

“Fuck off.”

He doesn’t respond right away but you hear his footsteps near the seat right across from you.

“Maybe I just won’t feed you tomorrow then.” He tells you with a sigh. “Or the next day after that.”

You swallow the food, hurriedly finishing up the rest on the plate before he has the dark thought of ripping it out your hands. You didn’t doubt for one second that he’d let you starve for the rest of the week for the little comment you made.

“Is that how you treat a golden girl?”

When you look towards him, rubbing a finger over his lips and you eye his bare arms on display. The designs of his tattoos stood out, some were colored while others were just black but they sat nicely on his muscles arms. It made you think about how his entire appearance seemed like a facade. Underneath his tough exterior filled with tattoos and piercings , it was just a young guy that didn’t look older than 25.

Was he really not as bad as the others or was he just convincing himself of that to make himself feel morally above them?

You remembered what Mina had said to you, how their life circumstances made them take such a horrid path but you didn’t feel any sympathy. You couldn’t feel a thing for them after what they had put you and dozens of other girls through.

“When she misbehaves, I’m not above much of anything.” He replies after some uncomfortable silence.

“Not even hitting?” You set the plate down on the table.

Jungkook’s eyes darken and you know you have said the wrong thing.

“I don’t hit women.” He makes it clear to you for the second time today through gritted teeth. “But there’s far worse things than physical pain so don’t get smart with me .”

His threat is loud and clear, jaw clenching as he raises an eyebrow in challenge and you sink back into the couch, not feeling like pissing him off even more than you already had.

“I need you ready in an hour, you have a cam show to perform.”

You feel like someone has punched you in the gut.

For whatever reason, your mind had completely forgotten the very reason you were here. You stiffened instantly as your familiar fight or flight instincts kicked in and flashbacks of that horrible sex room crossed your mind. The naked women, the masked men and the nauseating scenes made you recoil.

That was going to be you.

The first day had just been a trial, a glimpse of what was to come and what you had to ease yourself into. They were going to make you an official cam girl, you were meant to do god knows what for men in front of those cameras and the worst part was you didn’t even know how many there would be. You didn’t know how anything worked, what they would demand you to do and who you were going to have to pleasure.

“No,” You whisper, shaking your head from side to side.

“No, I can’t.” You tell Jungkook, your eyes widening in terror. “You can’t make me do that.”

He stared at you, eyes tracing over your face.

“But I can.” He states coldly. “What made you think you’re exempt from what every other girl here is brought to do?”

You grip the cushion beneath you as you feel your entire body start to shake.

“Please,” You swallow your pride and it kills you more than you’re willing to admit. “Don't do this, please.”

You needed to do better than that, you thought to yourself. You needed to survive here like Do-yeon had said.

Play into his game. Into his wants.

Lifting yourself off the sofa, you get to your knees and crawl over to where Jungkook sat. He looks mildly surprised by your action, his eyebrows lifting up as you grip the fabric of his jeans. You’re completely at his mercy as you continue to beg, your tears quickly stain his clothes as you lay your head on his lap.

“Please, please.” You plead him, clenching your teeth so hard that you’re surprised your jaw is still intact. “ I’ll behave , just don’t make me do that.”

“I won’t talk back I swear, I’ll be fucking mute if you want.” A sob leaves your lips, even in this state you can’t help the anger that managed to seep into your words. You’re so angry, so angry you didn’t get to escape.

If you hadn’t gotten in that damn van, you probably wouldn’t have had to ever see this psychopath again.

You feel his hand on your head, his fingers tangled through your hair and then you feel a sudden harsh yank. He forces your head up and you let out a whimper at the harshness of his grip, your skull stinging.

You meet his gaze through your blurry vision that is filled with tears.

“I can’t believe it,” His eyes are empty but his lips twitch into a smirk as he angles your head up higher.

“Even in this state, I can see how much you’re seething.” You let out a shaky breath at his words, he was reading right through you.

“It’s killing you to beg me isn’t it, princess?” He cooes at you as he further twists your hair.

You yelp again.

“Lucky for you, I’ve grown weak at the sight of you on your knees for me.”

You were tempted to spit at him.

He seems to read your thoughts because he gives you a wicked grin.

“Fine,” He drawls, “ I won’t make you perform for others.”

The pressure on your chest lifts slightly as you eagerly await his next words.

“Don’t look so overjoyed, everything comes with a cost here.” He’s quick to ruin your hopes. The pressure returns, crushing your chest completely.

“You won’t have to see that horrible room again but only if you perform for me only.” He says slowly, his eyes dancing around behind you. “Right in this room, you’ll get to be my own personal little doll for thousands of others online to see.”

“And I want you willing. So very willing to do everything they request us to do.”

“Request?” You gulp, feeling your knees wobble even while being planted onto the ground.

He nods. “Yes, our audience loves a good show and it’s our job to fulfill them.”

The grip you have on his jeans loosens, you lick your dry lips as his face comes closer, his hair tickling your cheek.

“Do we have a deal, my little princess?”

You remove your hands from him as your body is frozen in place. The pessimistic side of you is convinced that this is what he wanted all along. You can’t help but think he planned this, that he wanted you to be his own little pet and that he’d mask himself as some sort of hero for saving you from having to perform in front of countless other men and women in the most humiliating and degrading ways possible.

Little did he know that it wasn’t much less degrading to give yourself to him.

In fact, you didn’t know if it made a difference at all. What he implied sounded like he was letting you choose between two equally horrible situations, with one being marketed slightly better.

But then Do-yeon’s face enters your mind as a cruel reminder of how foolish you were being. The bruise lifting off her skin was a clear sign of what probably awaited you if landed in worse hands than Jungkook.

“Yes.” You mumble, the word is robotic and it doesn’t even sound like it left your mouth.

You wished it didn’t.

The painful hold on your hair loosened and he finally let go, coming to wipe away the tears on your cheeks with his thumb. You could feel the cold metal of his rings against your skin.

“Good girl.”

—-

The autumn leaves bustled against the tree branches, the gloomy weather certainly set the scene for the tragic events that had occurred. The campus wasn’t large by any means but it surely did seem like it due to it being the only university located in this small town. It wasn’t hard to imagine any young girl getting kidnapped here, especially when the sun went down. The woods that surrounded the building would always raise concerns for locals, it was an easy place to hide a body but Yoongi concluded it may also serve as a distraction.

Of course that was the place authorities had searched first but it was hard to send a search party throughout the entire wooded area. It would take them a while, even with the rescue dogs.

If they there was even anything to come across.

The detective couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl wasn’t buried underneath those grounds. However, there was a lake nearby too so perhaps she was simply underwater instead.

He hated the way his profession had desensitized him completely. Casually wondering about the different ways a girl was likely already dismembered while putting up a hopeful face with her parents never sat right with him. His colleague had parted ways to collect some of the girl’s belongings that could hold some information , her laptop and a poorly working electronic watch apparently.

Her parents had insisted they looked through anything to find something even when he had mentioned there would unlikely be any traces on those.

Yoongi pulled himself off the tree bark he had been standing against when he saw the face he was looking for, he had already spoken to the administration office about the case so he’d only hope not to scare off the boy. The face in the picture that was paper clipped on the files looked identical to the one about to walk right past him.

“Jaehyun?” He spoke as the boy with a heavy looking backup neared him.

The boy immediately took off his earphones and sent him a confused look. He slowed his steps when Yoongi pulled out his badge, swiftly bringing it up in front of him.

“Detective Min Yoongi,” He introduced himself with a weak smile. “ I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions regarding one of your classmates, Y/n.”

Jaehyun’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as he slowly nodded.

“Oh shit, yeah I heard about her going missing.” He replied as they both walked off to the side, letting other groups of students continue to walk past them.

“Do you know anything about what happened?” The boy asked with hesitation. “ I mean, I don’t know if you’re allowed to say anything. Sorry.”

News traveled fast in a small town so it was no surprise he had already found out. Yoongi assumed most of her classmates were already gossiping about what could’ve occurred and raising their concerns on social media.

“Well actually, I wanted to know if you had seen her before she disappeared. Maybe anything regarding her behavior here at school, anything that may have raised concern?” The detective explained casually, he knew he couldn’t pressure the boy to say anything. He wasn’t a suspect and he only hoped he could get a little ounce of information that could lead to something.

Regardless if he personally suspected him or not, he couldn’t show it.

Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, frowning slightly.

“Honestly no, I wasn’t that close to her. I just used to see her at parties and in class.” He replies with a shrug. “ I never noticed anything weird but then again I probably wasn’t paying much attention.”

There was an undeniable trace of guilt in his tone. The boy appeared to be sincere and while Yoongi had been around long enough to know he should doubt every display of emotion, no matter how genuine it seemed, he couldn’t help but believe him in that moment.

“You guys never had an intimate relationship?” Yoongi asked, partly expecting the boy to shut him down completely since he wasn’t exactly required to answer such a personal question. Especially with no lawyer present. It was a risky shot.

Jaehyun looked slightly taken aback, raising his eyebrows as an awkward laugh left him.

“I mean, no.” He explained, shaking his head. “ She was cute and all but we never hooked up.”

“Right.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly accepting his answer.

It was the answer he was expecting after all. The friend Mina had stated she hadn’t been aware of any intimate relationship. Just a crush. The detective couldn’t help but feel a little defeated with another possibility being so quickly shut down.

“Uh, well thank you for your time.” He said with a sigh, his eyes drifting ahead. “Do you happen to know anyone else she was particularly close with?”

Jaehyun bit his lip, deep in thought.

“I mainly saw her around with Mina.”

The detective looked back at him, his stare blank despite the the thoughts burning inside his head.

“Oh! I would also see her hang out with this other girl sometimes.” He blurted, knitting his eyebrows. “ But I honestly don’t remember her name, she also attends school here though.”

The boy gave a sheepish smile and Yoongi waved him off.

“It’s fine, I can figure it out. Is it okay if I give you my card? Just in case you remember anything that might help us?”

“Sure thing,” Jaehyun nods as the detective hands him over the card.

The boy glanced down at it before giving one last apologetic look and turning to leave . “ I’ll contact you if anything comes up.”

Yoongi watches the boy walk away, his figure slowly disappearing into the distance and he’s soon left alone to dwell on his million theories again. His fingers go to take out a cigarette from his back pocket as he makes his way through the campus grounds and towards the parking lot. His phone vibrates just as he’s in the middle of lightning his cigarette and he hastily shoves the lighter away.

Namjoon’s name flashes on his screen and he presses it against his ear as he takes a blow.

“Hey, listen the classmate didn’t tell me much that will help us but-“

“We need to bring Jeong Jaehyun in for questioning and we need a search warrant for him ASAP .” His partner’s voice rang through his ear.

Yoongi froze, the smoke leaving his full lips.

“What?” He turns, looking behind him towards the direction the boy had left in.

“That classmate the friend mentioned , I found some messages on the girl’s laptop that say they planned to meet up the day she went missing. The times add up too .” Namjoon speaks with urgency, clear shuffling in the background and the sound of a car engine soon blared through.

Yoongi ends the call abruptly, swinging open his car door and all he could think about as he drove out the campus driveway was how his intuition never did seem to fail him.

The boy had just blatantly lied to his face.

“Shit.”

—

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His Regret, Her Misery

Pairings: husband!yandere!jungkook! × f!reader

Synopsis: Is it possible to show affection towards a child who is the sole reason you can't leave your husband?

Genre: nightmare

Warnings: manipulation, forced sexual harassment, kidnapping, shooting, emotional

•••

This was wrong in every way and you knew it. Even though your heart swelled with pride like a mother holding their child for the very first time after birthing them, your mind told you otherwise. The child you held in your arms looked nothing like you.

His nose was straight, yours was slightly upturned. His eyes were sleek and yours were bambi looking. His mouth was wide and had a happy grin to as if he was forever-smiling while yours were down turned and pouty.

"I am not your mother," you whispered as you laid the baby back in his cot.

•••

Soft lips grazed your neck as you moaned lowly. A thumb swiped your lower lip and gently tugged the said lip, motioning you to widen the gap between your teeth. Despite being reluctant to do so, you obliged. Opening the gap between your teeth you let the thumb push in to your warm caverns.

"Suck."

Even though you were disgusted at the command, you followed it. Swirling your tongue around the thumb, you arched your back onto the robust chest of the man behind you.

Your husband.

As you pushed yourself against your husband, he let out a low groan. You had hit a spot.

"Oh no," you grimaced in your thoughts. This is not what you wanted.

"Baby, don't you think you're testing my limits...huh?" a breathless voice murmured against the shell of your ear.

You didn't reply. Instead, you held on to the hand that was around your waist. He took that as a yes. The thumb that was once in your mouth was now travelling down your smooth skin alongside the rest of his prying fingers.

In a matter of seconds, the contents on your kitchen table were thrown down. You heard the new flower vase, and the bottle of jam along with the cutleries fall on to the floor. You turned your head around to look at the mess made on the floor.

This was the... You weren't even sure how many times your husband had destroyed things in order to get what he wanted. After all, he had you wrapped around his pinky after...

"Baby?"

Your unanswering state made him turn your head towards him. A finger under your chin and a forceful tug made you stare right into his soulless eyes.

"Jungkook...the jam..." you trailed off.

He ignored your whining as he delved into your lips. Slightly biting them and tasting the blood that seeped through the small bite he created. Removing his lips from yours, he hungrily trailed them through the valley of your breasts. Your sheer nightie was pulled down so he could have access to your now hard nipples. Sucking onto one of your mounds he fondled with the other. Your hands raked through his dark brown locks as he pleasured you to the utmost.

Though you hated him, you could never resist the pleasure you got from what he did. It was as if he knew how to tug at every little string in your heart and play you like a marionette.

His marionette.

His hand that ran down the centre of your spinal cord, in a matter of seconds wrapped around your waist. Both Jungkook's hands gripped onto your waist. You were sure it would leave little splotches of purple on your skin, that would go from a violent purple to an ugly colour of yellowish green.

As he slipped his thumb into your panties and started rubbing the pad of his thumb over your clit, you clutched onto his muscular arms. You eyes rolled and your toes curled at the build up of your orgasm. It was an euphoric feeling. Jungkook noticed your thighs shake slightly as he rubbed your clit furiously. A chuckle fell out of his lips as he watched you spiralling into an ocean of pleasure.

A cry broke out, shattering your orgasm.

You eyes opened: wide bambi-like eyes stared into the room the cry came from. You were frozen for a moment. The rubbing on your clit had slowed down because you were gripping onto Jungkook's wrist.

"S-s-stop," you pleaded as you tried to remove yourself away from him.

Jungkook groaned as he straightened himself. His hand never left your panties. Tears welled your eyes because the grip on your thighs hurt.

"You can't go now," he challenged you.

No. You should go now. It was your duty to look after him and it was a shame if you were to put your sexual desires before a child who needed you very much.

"Let. Me. Go," you uttered with gritted teeth.

Jungkook now held your waist even tighter. His stare burnt itself onto your face. A chill ran down your spine from the uneasy feeling that was beginning to stir in your guts.

Pulling up your nightie, you covered your breasts. With all your might you pushed away Jungkook. The grip on your waist loosened and the space that prisoned you was no longer there. You wobbled a bit as you got off the table. You had not gotten to finish your orgasm and it was itching the hell out of you. You wanted to ignore the cries of the baby in the next room and let Jungkook finger you until you finally reached your euphoria.

But right now, that was not possible.

As you bunched up your hair and walked over to the fridge you heard Jungkook scoff. You didn't dare look back or roll your eyes at him as it would cause an entirely different situation.

Bending down, you grabbed a milk bottle that was premade. Leaving it on the counter to warm, you rushed over to the room that the cries echoed from.

By the time you were back with Jungsoon, cradling him in your arms, Jungkook was gone out of the apartment. You were tempted to leave through the same door he left whenever he pleased, but the locks on the door screamed 'Do not leave'.

You let out a heavy sigh as you brought the rubbery material of the bottle to Jungsoon's mouth. He let the blunt tip slip into his mouth and sucked onto it feverishly. You rubbed his back soothingly as you looked at his now grown hair.

Jungsoon started back into your glassy eyes. You were on the brink of crying. Leaving the one and a half year old baby on the small sofa, you sat next to him. Holding up the bottle for him, you slightly turned away from the baby and his your face between your other arm and the sofa.

Tears swept past your reddened cheeks as you clasped your mouth shut in order to not voice out your cries. You silently cried thinking about every frustration you encountered ever since getting stuck into a life with Jungkook.

Long, sleepless nights of repetitive sex that only left him satisfied and you, overstimulated and too exhausted to even stay awake. Getting up early in the morning or in the middle of the night to feed an upset Jungsoon. And even dealing with the shit Jungkook threw at your way every time he felt like down.

Why were you even here in the first place?

•••

4 years later

"Jungkook this is not right," you let out your opinion.

The said man stopped in his tracks. He stood still as if in a deep thought. Beads of water ran down his bare torso and melted into the cotton of his sweatpants. You got up from the bed and walked over to him. Taking off the towel that was around his neck, you lightly grabbed his arm and made him sit on the bed. Standing between his legs you wiped his wet hair. Jungkook let out a small groan, expressing his tiredness. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your stomach.

"What's not right?" he asked you in a lazy voice.

You stopped rubbing his hair and got out of his grip. Sitting next to him on the bed, you looked over at him.

"Jungsoon."

With a confused look he inquired, "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing is wrong with him. I just..."

"Tell me, baby."

"You shouldn't have taken him away from the hospital that night."

"What are you talking about?"

Aah. You knew what he was playing at now. The 'I don't know what's going on' game. You shook your head in dismay.

"Jungkook I am not playing around..." you started.

Furious at what you had just said, he got off the bed and pulled on a t-shirt.

"I told you once and I am not telling you twice. Darling, I love you very much. However, you shouldn't be bringing up conversations that don't matter."

Raged by his dismissal, you too got up. Following him to the living room you stood behind him and remarked, "Jungsoon is not our son. Don’t you think his real parents are actually worrying about him to this day-"

A hand swept across the front of your face and grabbed your jaw. Tightening the grip around your jaw, Jungkook spat, "You're not his mother? How come? We both are his parents."

Drops of salty water cascaded down your face as you shook your head in disagreement. You were not his mother.

"I am not. Jungkook please. We are not his parents."

You held onto his muscular arms as you steadied yourself. But in a moments time everything was going to topple over and you were just not aware of it.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Petrified, you looked over to the voice that asked you the question. Your husband looked at the child who watched his parents with a grotesque face. This was the first time in years you heavily regretted bringing up the topic of Jungsoon.

"Why would you say that you are not my mommy?" asked the boy as a fresh layer of tears dripped down his chubby cheeks.

By now, Jungkook had let go of you. He was staring at the child with eyes that showed remorse.

"He was never our child," thought Jungkook to himself as he remembered how he had stolen a baby from the private hospital you had worked for back then.

"Jungsoon...Mommy was just blabbering some nonsense with your father..." you tried figuring out some sort of an excuse in order to get the boy to stop crying.

You brought the weeping boy closer to you and embraced him. You brushed his silky hair in a soothing manner. Every time the boy sniffed in and started crying again your heart squeezed in pain. This is not what you had expected when Jungkook had first brought the child in...

Bang

You felt yourself fall first as your legs gave away. You felt the blood sweep through you. The red liquid splattered all over you. At the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook standing in a statue like position. A dark coloured weapon in his hand.

He had done the deed. He had finally understood his grave mistake but that only meant that one of you were to be buried in your grave.

Or maybe someone else...

"Jungsoon?" you whispered as your face paled.

"Jungsoon? Baby why are you falling asleep? Jungsoon mommy is talking to you...why are falling asleep?"

Only when brought your hand to the side of his torso did you realize that it was neither you nor Jungkook that had been shot but rather your son.

Your beloved son.

You held the forever-sleeping boy in your arms. And just like that his forever-smiling face ceased in front of a woman whom he called mother and a father whom he trusted, but had lied to him his whole life.

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A/N: don’t ask me why i killed him. lol. this was my first ff and i’m not sure whether it reached your expectations, so do point out anything that’s missing or out of line~

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ggukslov · 5 months

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Masterlist ୨୧

Hey cuties, this blog is dedicated to my love, my cutie patootie, sweet baby, Jungkook <3

A/N- English isn't my first language so if you see any spelling/grammatical mistakes, please ignore them :)

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JEON JUNGKOOK <333

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~ 2k+ | Boyfriend jungkook | ~

one shot, smut 18+, jealous/possessive jk, fluff, nicknames, aftercare, dom jk

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Wifes Orders ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

PAIRING: Mafia boss Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: 1940’s Au, Mafia AU, peaky blinders inspired,

A/N: Hope this is okay for you sweetie, it’s a little on the shorter side im sorry

Sitting across from Jungkook you smiled at him, he was dressed in a black suit while you wore a white gown, celebrating your marriage with friends and family surrounding you both. Your mother smiled at you even though she disapproved of the marriage happening between you both she was going to be the one to come between you and Jungkook.

"I still don't know how you do it, you have it wrapped around your little finger." Your best friend giggled as she handed you some more wine. That was true. Jungkook was wrapped so tightly around your finger you could get him to do almost anything that you wanted.

"Aren't you scared of him?" The question made you weren't to burst into laughter, the only people that feared Jungkook were those who had something to fear about him. He was a hard-working Mafia man who took what he wanted when he wanted it, not caring about anyone who got in his way but when it came to you he was different. Soft, kind and caring. There wasn't a single bone in your body that he could ever think of harming.

"Never." You whispered as you watched Jungkook speaking with his right-hand man, something about protection at the wedding that was the only thing you knew.

"How?" Your friend asked again as she looked at you and over at Jungkook,

"I have him wrapped around my finger remember," You laughed softly shaking your head at her. The fact that Jungkook was always submitting to you filled you with happiness, he may have been the mean and scary Mafia boss but to you, he was the sofa man you knew and loved you could still remembering finding out what he was. When you began dating you had no idea who he was and what he did, only that he was interested in you and you were interested in him.

People laughing and staring at you as you walked down the street was nothing new to you, you were dating someone who was of high social status around the town you lived in. It wasn't anything new to have lingering eyes on you as you walked down the streets, two men behind you at all times. Part of Jungkook's rules of you going out on your own, at first you believed it was because people couldn't be trusted but as time grew on you knew there was something else going on. Something you had no idea about but everyone else seemed to know, leaving you in the dark.

"Yoongi." You mumbled as you stood outside the betting shop that Jungkook owned, one of many that he owned. It seemed as though he owned almost everything in the town that you resided in. From the bars to betting shops to horses, it was almost everything. Anyone who knew anything about Jungkook knew he wasn't just some rich kid from the city but that he was one of the leading Mafia families in the whole of Seoul but you had no idea. You didn't know when you met who or what he was, you only knew that he was into you and you were into him.

"Yes?" Yoongi questioned as he stood beside you, looking up at the shop as you debated going inside. It was one of the rules that Jungkook had for you, you weren't to go into any of his establishments unless he asked for you. Normally you would have agreed and gone along with his rules but not today, not after what you had heard when you were sitting in one of the local salons. News was out that Jungkook had bought a new line of illegal weapons and was stashing them in his basement of the betting shop.

"Do you think you could open the door?" He said nothing as you stared up at him, waiting for him to move or even say something to indicate what he was going to do.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, you weren't asked-"

"No. I made my presence known. Unlock the door." Your tone was stern as you stared at him, no one messed with you and not just because of Jungkook but because of you. You didn't take shit from people who were willing to assert their gender over you to try and act better than everyone around them.

Without another word Yoongi unlocked the doors allowing you inside, as you began walking through the men all looked up. Shocked that a woman was in the shop at all, their mouths dropping as they watched you walk towards the basement door without a care in the world, none of them realising who you were at first.

"You're not allowed in here woman," A voice boomed out as a boy around 18 stood up from behind one of the desks, the room fell into complete silence. None of the money being counted as they all waited for something to happen whether it be you or the brave boy that spoke.

"Do you know who she is?!" Someone hissed at him pulling him to sit back down as you smirked at Yoongi, it wasn't every day you met someone that didn't know about you dating Jungkook. The pair of you had been together for four months, it appeared as though everyone knew you were a couple.

"Why can't I hear money being counted, boys?" Jungkook's voice reigned out as he came out of an office holding up a newspaper, his facial expression softening once he laid eyes on you at the bottom of the store.

"Y/n. What a pleasure," You smiled as he began making his way over to you, not noticing or not caring about the stares he was getting from the male workers as he joined your side. As he reached you he did nothing but smile, turning to look at his men who shot their heads down and began working in an instant.

"I want to see your basement." You whispered as you ran your hands up and down his tie as you licked your lips, if the rumours were true you wanted to see it for yourself.

"Why? We can just as easily talk in my office." He tried to charm you into something else but you weren't going to allow it, not when you knew something was going on so you did your best to sweet-talk him. Turning on your best sad eyes and playing with his tie,

"But I want to go to the basement...Alone," You whispered into his ear before biting down on his lobe, making him shiver as he fumbled around for his keys.

"So it's true," You mumbled as you ran your fingers over the box of guns that were hidden under floorboards in the basement of the betting shop. Jungkook watched you anxiously as the thoughts came creeping in of you leaving him because of this, it was the last thing he ever wanted which was why he'd done his best to hide everything from you.

"I never wanted you to find out." He admitted as you got up from the floor, putting the boards back in their original places before walking towards him.

"Why?" You straightened his tie that he had been nervously playing with and he swallowed a lump in his throat,

"You could never love a monster like me." The mere thought of him believing that he was a monster astonished you and you grabbed his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

"I'm pissed you didn't tell me but you're not a monster...You take what you please." You ran your fingers over his skin and smirked to yourself as he relaxes against your touch.

"I know you would never hurt me." You whispered to him leaving a soft and short kiss on his lips as you looked back into his eyes.

"You're a different person around me...Don't think I haven't noticed how you are with others compared to me." You spoke softly as you continued to run your fingers over his skin, soothing him as he smiled weakly.

"I love you Jungkook...Nothing about this lifestyle will change my mind."

Jungkook could feel your eyes burning into the back of his head so he turned around to face you,

"We said no business at the wedding." You reminded him as you noticed Yoongi and Seokjin trying to deal drugs to some of the wedding guests, he nodded his head clapping his hands together loudly startling the men.

"Not on my wedding days boys, wife's orders." He smirked at him as he wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head as you walked away. Ready to spend the first day of the rest of your lives together.

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ldysmfrst · 3 months

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American Mate (10) - A Date in the Right Direction

In honor of Kim Seokjin's return from the military, my Jin-centric Chapter 10 is live for those with a Patreon Membership. This chapter is out sooner than I was expecting, but I wanted to make sure to honor the eldest member.

I hope you enjoy it, my dearest readers.

This chapter is a total of 11,976 words long. Read below for a little taste! 💜💜💜

The next morning is a complete departure from your usual routine. You had meticulously set your alarm for 7:30 am, anticipating a quick shower would suffice before your medical appointment. But fate had other plans in store for you.

Shuffling, giggling, and the hushed “Quiet Kookie” woke you. Wait… is that water running? What time… what?

Stretching as you blink your eyes, you end up face to face with Jungkook, “Ah! Jungkook! What are you doing?”

“Good morning, my sweets,” the bunny smiled brightly with his big eyes. No care in the world that he just spooked you await.

Still hearing movement, you take a look around. Jungkook is kneeling on the bed but not inside your fort. Yoongi has popped his head out of your bathroom, and Seokjin stands at the entry door with a tray.

“Good morning, Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi. What time is it?’ rubbing your eyes and stretching again. Man, that was the deepest sleep you have gotten in a long time.

Each Alpha wants to coo at your cute little stretches, which are maddeningly hidden by Taehyung’s blanket.

Seokjin is the first to snap out of watching you, “It’s almost 7 am, dear. I have a light breakfast, and Yoongi is drawing a bath for you. We want to make sure you're comfortable and ready for your day.

Looking at Seokjin with a bit of a question furrowing your brow. Yoongi retreats into the bathroom now that he sees you are not upset at the intrusion

“Sweets, we heard your doctor’s appointment was this morning. I hate doctor’s appointments, and we thought it might be uncomfortable for you, too.” Jungkook says while he giggles at your expression.

“Thank you, Alphas. I was going to try a shower today, but a bath sounds good,” you say. A smile blooms on your face at the knowledge of the Alphas trying to make your day good.

“Princess, the bath is ready. I used the Cassia and Cherry scented bath bomb for you today. I set a towel to the side for you like last time. When you are done, please call for any of us to help dry your hair, okay?” asks Yoongi as he heads toward the door.

“Sure thing, Yoongi. Thank you again.” With another smile, Yoongi looks pointedly at the youngest packmate before leaving to get ready, presumably.

“Jin, is breakfast something that will get cold, or can I eat it after the bath?” you ask. Meanwhile, you note that Jungkook has scooted closer to you but still not close enough to touch you or your fort.

“It’s a simple breakfast: just some fruits and a bagel with cream cheese,” his eyes widened. He looked at the tray and then back at you. “You do like fruit, bagels, and cream cheese, right?”

Giggling, you kick out of the blankets and start scooting toward him. “Who doesn’t like those? They would be crazy not to like those!”

You look at the array of foods on the tray, “Thank you, Jin. It looks good. Oh, you got mangos, my favorite!”

You happily take a large bite of the slice and close your eyes to enjoy the burst of flavor. Seokjin watches you eat intensely, and Jungkook approaches your side.

Opening your eyes, you look back at the bunny, asking, “Can you have mangos?” At his nodding, you offer him to take the rest of the mango in your hand.

Leaning forward, Jungkook eats the mango from your hand. His lips barely touch your fingertips, temporarily short-circuiting you.

You immediately drop your hand and look back at Seokjin, only to notice he is watching Jungkook eat. You feel like you are getting too warm over witnessing something that should be between mates only.

“Umm... I am gonna go take that bath now,” you say softly.

Bolting into the walk-in closet, you look for something comfortable and yours to wear today. You pull out a pair of leggings, a sports bra, a crisscross tank, and a non-thousand-dollar sweater.

When you leave the closet, you notice that the tray has been left at the end of the bed, and the two remaining Alphas have left the room.

Softly, you bang your head on the door frame and mumble, “Good job, y/n. Way to keep professionalism.”

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Chapter 21

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 21 Torture

YN had turned to her right and saw it coming before Chan had had the chance to turn around fully.

Chan remembered seeing the car skip the light in haste and carry on.

It hurt her brother later, when he would think about it; how she had in that split second decided for the two of them how their lives would turn out. That instinctively she would protect him to the end.

That in that moment she would glimpse across the road at Jungkook; committing his face to memory one last time before focusing back at her brother.

Her beautiful, talented, sweet younger brother.

And then with every last fibre of her body she smiled to him sadly, "I'm sorry," she told him proudly as she shoved him hard out the way with all her might.

YN remembered a very forceful impact and then she was airborne. Isn't the comparison people make when they get hit with something to "getting hit by a car"? It was like being blindsided on a football field by somebody much, much stronger than her. Witnesses would confirm afterwards that she flew ten feet in the air before landing with an almighty thud.

She remembered thinking, oh God. She'd landed awkwardly, hands down, and she genuinely thought she was going to be able to get up and walk away.

YN somehow got up on her right foot, then took a step with her left leg and fell back down. It almost felt like her left leg wasn't attached to her body. It was totally numb. Later they said it was due to having bone sticking out of your leg; which she never saw or felt. She was more embarrassed than in horrible pain, and more dazed than understanding what had happened. Living off adrenaline alone she managed to crawl a few paces.

Jungkook watched in horror as YN pushed someone out the way, and fly through the air immediately on impact. He watched her friend managed to dodge the car somehow and then run towards her.

YN lay on the ground crying, inching herself toward them. Jungkook felt hot pain in his chest, it burned his lungs to breathe but he had to get to her, reaching out to her.

Jungkook ran towards them, Chan was sobbing as he saw her blood mix into the asphalt below her.

"YNAHHH!" he screamed.

Chan shoved him out the way hard. "Don't you dare come near us," he snarled before screaming for someone to call an ambulance. By now Pddog, Na-Ri and Tokki who had stepped out for coffee were already sprinting across the road to them on recognising her.

Tokki shook as he called for an ambulance and Pdogg trying to stop Na-Ri from going hysterical and call Bang himself.

"YNah," Chan sobbed.

"I'm o-okay," she gritted her teeth hard.

"You have to fight YN, s-stay awake, p-please," he shuddered his big hand coming up to her face to cup it, lightly smacking it to keep her awake.

"You are the best thing that happened to us," she gulped, "I'm not s-sorry," she gulped again, tasting blood, "I'd do it again tomorrow," she told him as he held her on his bloody knees.

YN was already dozing off, fighting to stay awake as she shakily grabbed his hand, even trying to soothe her hysterical brother, her fingers reached for his.

YN heard voices clearly as though they were there with her, sure that her brain was playing tricks on her when she thought she heard Tokki somewhere, and Na-Ri call her name. Her eyes were closed but the high pitched sound in her ears was teeth shattering.

"The ambulance is c-coming," Chan reassured her, he tried to keep her attention, but saw that her whole right side was soaked in crimson but her neck was now sporting bright purple veins.

"Kookk?" she was sure she had said the word, but her mouth wasn't moving, nor omitting any sounds. YN looked up at him, slightly delirious as he stood sobbing.

"I'm here," he sniffed inching closer as he reached out and held a scratched hand.

"This isn't real," her dry lips told herself. "This isn't real," she felt out in front of herself and saw nothing. "It's not real," she slurred slightly. Now she felt every nerve ending was raw and exposed.

Jungkook had tears streaming down his face, "baby please. I'll be with you. You aren't going to die," he saw her nose and ear start to bleed and his bottom lip trembled. Was she dying?

"You can't leave me. Not now," he ordered.

"I love you," he told her, "I'm gonna be with you. You have to live. I need you to live. I can't live without you YN. You're my life," he reached out to hold her hand, but it was too late.

"I'm fine, just a couple of scratches," she chanted again as she felt Chan cradle her closely and cry, screaming out for someone to help them. Her skin felt like it was burning, the sensation moving though all her limbs.

"Ynnie," Chan stopped sobbing, swallowing hard, as he patted her cheeks again, "come on, wake up, you haven't scolded me for my fashion sense or my new hair," he begged her again.

YN coughed again, "Tell me you will be ok?" Tears blurred her vision as she tried to look around her one final time.

Body now going into shock, YN shuddered one final time as Bang and more staff came racing over to them. Her father, his trousers ripped from scraping the ground as he managed to get to her, sirens could be heard in the far distance.

"Ya Ya! Don't you dare sleep," he shouted loudly shaking his daughter as Chan continued to do the same..

"You-you came," they watched as her eyes dimmed, rolling back as Nar-Ri screamed loudly, Jungkook begging her to stay awake.

"YNah!!" Bang shook her violently.

Is this what death felt like?

"Where am I?" she looked up confused at them all, the last thing she said before her body shook violently and her eyes closed.

Everything burned, until it didn't.

A hand reached out to Jungkook and tried to get him to stand up, "Jungkook-ah, we need to get up."

"But—"

"We need to move out the way," Namjoon spoke softly and clearly, as he pulled Jungkook forcibly to his feet, they eventually moved away from the scene, from the blood and gave the ambulance space to work.

"Nooo," he shook his head, begging for Namjoon to let him go as he tried to get to the stretcher.

Namjoon and Jin looked back, there was no mistaking how bad her injuries were. Yoongi shook as he watched the paramedics surround her with medical wrap to keep her wounds together, placing an oxygen mask over her unrecognisable face.

Bang muttered to himself as he cleaned the dry blood off her face, unable to believe the extend of damage that had been subjected upon her.

"We have to let them work, we need to get out the way," Namjoon told them all again. "She's strong, she's holding on. It's going to be ok."

He closed his eyes, watching the scenes unfold like a film, unsure if she would make it to the hospital.

Chan was watching Jungkook intently, he didn't care if Jungkook was distraught, standing broken across the street. He didn't give a shit. Not when it was his sister lying there close to death now.

"You bastard," he shoved him hard out of nowhere.

"We were supposed to meet for coffee. We were going to go on a date," he lowered his head, trying to block it all out.

"You ruined her fucking life, you and your fucking BTS," Chan was doing everything to provoke him.

"That not the only thing that matters to me! It's not the only thing, she matters to me!" Jungkook spat back.

"She was fine without you!" Chan shouted back, his cap flying off in the breeze.

"I love her! She loves me too! Who the fuck even are you?!" Jungkook was out of Namjoon's grip and now moving towards him, readying himself to fight, "why are you here? Who the fuck are you?!! Take the fucking mask off!"

"What did you just say?" Chan snarled moving closer.

"You heard me," Jungkook stood straighter, stalking towards him. "She was with me. I care about her. She's never even mentioned you. Take your fucking mask off and tell me who the fuck you are."

"Stay the fuck away," Chan pushed a finger deep into Jungkook's shoulder, doing his best to restrain himself for YN's sake.

"Hey!" Bang shouted louder than either man, both of them stopping from taking this any further. "She is hurt, and the last thing I need is to listen to you two being assholes."

Nothing else came out of the two of them, as both men moved away from each other, daring not to make eye contact.

"Let's go," Bang called out as he headed back.

Jungkook automatically began to move towards the stretcher, to ride to the hospital; Bang was their CEO him going was natural, and Jungkook loved her, he assumed he would be going too - but Tokki grabbed hold of him to halt him.

"Not you," he tried to explain.

Jungkook looked confused, his eyes landed on the stretcher she lay on, the way she was positioned he was no longer able to see her face, but he glimpsed her feet as Chan went to speak to Pdogg about something and he moved away.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister."

Jungkook staggered back. This guy was her brother? But how? His head was beginning to throb.

Her feet.

Eight perfect toes, two precious thumbs. Barefoot and covered with cuts and gashes. Jungkook, ashamed, looked away as soon as he saw Chan saw him, they made eye contact before he turned his back away, climbing into the ambulance, cautiously pushing the hair out of her face, his palm over her down turned hand trying to talk her back to life.

Jungkook stood clueless, unsure what to do or think, barely able to make out the conversation.

"YNnie, it's gonna be ok. You're going to make it. Eomma is coming. Just hold on sis. Just hold on."

@craftymoonchaos

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aredheadedmess · 3 years

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Pied Piper || JJK [6]

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an investigative journalist for the Daily Bullet, usually doesn’t see much out of the ordinary; A missing person’s case gone cold, an old case reopened and solved with updated technology, the thrilling excitement when another puzzle of one of the biggest serial killers is cracked. But when an old file resurfaces, she brings back a past that should have been burned with the file a long time ago.

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, talks of a disappearance/missing person(s), minor/slightly major injuries, falling from heights, broken glass, spiderwebs, allusion to death, food (mostly meat and eggs), please let me know if I missed anything!

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mystery/Thriller, Paranormal, Strangers to Friends

Chapter Rating: Pg-13

A/N: 😶I have no excuses... I apologize for not having update this is such a while. School is kicking my butt this semester and i've had to put a lot more focus on my classes. BUT i was able to find time each week to finish this chapter! I've been meaning to get this out WAY sooner than it is, but i did what i could. Either way, I'm back! I'm hoping that the rest of the semester goes a little smoother so I can get another chapter out in a more reasonable time! So please stick with me!

I hope you enjoy this chapter though!! 😊

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

3 September, 20XX

You can smell the heavenly aroma of a home cooked breakfast before even ever waking up. It drifts through your dreamworld, reaching your nose, and easing you awake—something that you haven’t had happen since before you started college years ago. It wasn’t often that Jungkook made breakfast. In fact, this would be only the second time he would offer you something other than the bread on the counter and the fruit in the fridge. So before he has a chance to knock on your door or eat all the food himself, you are dressed and stepping out of your room.

You peek your head around the corner, curious to see him in his natural habitat. Since staying here, Jungkook has been on edge with you—which you completely understand. A stranger waltzing into your home trying to solve the cases that were deemed unsolvable, and especially ones that you are personally affected by, isn’t going to make you open up the moment you introduce yourselves. So you try to keep quiet.

Standing in front of the stove, Jungkook flips an egg in the pan. It sizzles the moment it reconnects with the hot metal. It’s hard to tell from the angle you’re at, but the look on his face as he moves around the kitchen seems serene. A stark contrast to the hardened glare he always has around you. He moves to face your direction as he takes the egg from the pan and moves it to the plate sitting on the counter beside him. As quickly and quietly as possible, you push yourself away from the entryway, hoping that Jungkook didn’t notice your presence.

“Staring at me won’t make me like you.”

Damn it.

You carefully step out from your hiding place, an innocent look painted onto your face. Maybe if you appear less hostile yourself, Jungkook might do the same. Though, he doesn’t make an effort to acknowledge you when you walk into the kitchen. Are you disappointed? No. But you wish that he’d make the effort to help you in your investigation, more than the vague answers he’s already given you. If that means you’ll do whatever it takes to show him that you are not the bad guy, that you can be trusted, so be it.

You make a beeline straight for the plate of eggs. Jungkook must not have anticipated your movement as the moment his hands grab onto the plate, you manage to knock your own against it, almost causing the eggs to fly off the plate and onto his shirt. Though, with reflexes faster than the shutter on the film camera, Jungkook is able to pull the plate back to save them from slipping off. His eyes instantly meet yours.

“Sorry,” you mutter, smiling sheepishly at him.

Jungkook scoffs, presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, and swiftly moves to sit in his chair at the dining table. You shuffle over yourself, gingerly pulling out your own chair and sitting down.

For a few minutes, the two of you eat in utter silence. The utensils scraping against the ceramic dishes are the only telltale that either of you are even breathing to begin with. You know your shy glances across the table to the man who despises you isn’t making the tension in the air dissipate any less than it has been over the past week.

Finally, you quietly ask what has been on your mind since the night prior.

“You weren’t ever going to tell me weren’t you?”

Jungkook freezes mid bite. His eyes bore straight through you. Does he even know what I’m talking about? Slowly, he finishes the food in his mouth, his gaze never leaving your face.

“Is that surprising?” He speaks low and slow. He definitely knows, you note. “I don’t have any reason to trust you, let alone tell you that my own friend disappeared because of whatever the hell is happening here.”

The sudden noise of his metal fork connecting with the ceramic as he stabs the egg on his plate, starles you. You're sure he has the strength to break through the plate if he wanted to. You sit up straighter, trying to match his intensity.

“I don’t blame you, but don’t you realize that this could be valuable information? I might be able to figure this out and give you the closure you need.”

Jungkook sets his hands against the table, pushing his chair out enough for him to stand. He leans against the tabletop and brings his face closer.

“I don’t need closure. What I need is for you to leave this town.”

Standing yourself, you mirror his stance. If his idea is to run you out of town by making you feel inferior, he won’t be successful. You’ll give back more than what he’s giving you if that’s what it will take for you to stay and finish your job.

“I will when I’m satisfied.”

“Do I really want to do this?”

Staring up at the fractured facade of the main school building, your shoulders become heavy. No. Your answer is no. Why on earth would someone in their right mind come to a crumbling building willing, to try to find the pieces you need to complete the thousand piece puzzle that this investigation is becoming? Right, because maybe you aren’t in your right mind—were you ever even in the first place?

“Please be kind to me,” you whisper as you step up to the building.

There is only one entrance, Jungkook reluctantly told you before you left, a second floor window on the east side of the school. It’s the only accessible one that was left unboarded thanks to some of the rebellious teenagers that visit the building every once in a while. To get inside, you have to pull over the stack of crates behind the nearest bush. It takes a moment for it to budge from the weeds growing through the holes of the bottom crate, but you manage to drag it haphazardly against the building. With how high the second floor windows are, you’re not surprised to see how steep the makeshift stairs are. One wrong step could send you crashing against the ground. Sure, you more than likely wouldn’t break any bones, but falling against the rocky ground will leave you with a few good scrapes and bruises.

Carefully placing your foot against the first crate, you wobbly push yourself off the ground. The weight of your bulky backpack pulls you back slightly and you have to claw at the next crate up to keep yourself from falling back on your equipment. Slowly, you make it to the top—not without your shoes slipping off the crates a few times on the way—taking a breath before stealthily avoiding the broken glass still in the window pane. Once your feet touch the floor, you let out a sigh. You don’t appreciate standing on solid ground enough.

You pull out your phone. Though nothing else works on it—you’ve tried so many different tricks to get your internet to work, but nothing seems to happen—at least you have enough battery to use your flashlight. There is light coming through the window, but it’s not enough to light the entire area as the sun is shining on the opposite side of the building. Slowly, you scan the room.

“This place is just as bad as the library.”

Crumpled and torn paper, overturned desks, broken bookshelves, and various art supplies are scattered across the floor of the small classroom you find yourself in. You’re not surprised to see that many of the papers, as well as the walls of the rundown school, are covered in crude drawings and spray paint. Do teens have nothing else to do?

You carefully make your way out into the hallway. A chill runs down your spine the moment you step out of the classroom. Though it’s mid-day and probably the clearest sunny day you’ve seen since coming into town, the boarded up windows of the second floor keep most of the sunlight out. There are a few gaps between the boards in the windows on either end of the hallway that give you slivers of light, lighting enough of the path to the staircase that you could probably do without your flashlight. Though, you don’t dare take any risks, keeping your own light shining just ahead of your feet.

You need to get what you’re looking for and get out. Despite having been in abandoned buildings before, there’s something about the school that doesn’t sit right with you. Maybe it’s the fact that all of the children had disappeared from the courtyard, or maybe it’s the idea that anyone could follow you in and sneak up behind you and-

I need to be quick.

Making your way down the stairs, you find yourself in front of an even larger corridor. Memories of your own education begin to come back to your mind as you walk down the hallway, searching for the main office area. Times of embarrassment—like the day you tripped up the stairs in front of a large group of people, one of which was your high school crush—and excitement fills your brain.

“Finally,” you whisper.

The window wall of the office welcomes you. You quickly step inside, dismissing the fact that the door has been pulled off its hinges and most of the glass is shattered. What’s not to expect in a building as damaged as this? You walk behind the front counter—somewhere you did not enjoy going to when you were younger, as that usually was during a trip to the principal's office. A smaller hallway towards the back of the office holds the principal and vice principal’s offices. You can only assume that what you’re looking for is tucked away into one of the rooms.

“If I were a filing cabinet full of student files,” you wonder, “where would I be?”

Stepping through the threshold of the vice president’s office, you weave your way through the doorway as you avoid all of the spiderwebs clustered around the frame. Your eyes quickly spot a couple of cabinets laying on their sides peeking out from behind the desk. A couple of the drawers have popped open—probably after being knocked over—and the files inside threaten to spill out. Leaning in close to see the contents of the open drawers, you smile victoriously.

Inside the cabinet is exactly what you are looking for. Files of students ranging from when the school first opened to when it last held a class lay almost untouched. You take out the crumpled sticky note you shoved in your pocket before leaving the bed and breakfast earlier. Your messy handwriting is hard to decipher even under the light of your phone’s flashlight, but you manage to make out the names of the missing children just enough to move your focus to the filing cabinet.

You thumb through the files. They shouldn’t be that hard to find, right? You’re quickly proven wrong as the files aren’t in alphabetical order like you assumed they would have been. Rather, the students in the same graduating class are situated together. Which, you realize, isn’t very many per class, but when the school has been open since the 1940s, there’s still a lot to go through.

One by one, you sort through the files. To your surprise, it doesn’t take as long to find each student—save for the fight you had opening a couple of the cabinet drawers—and you are out of the office in the blink of an eye. You tuck the handful of files into your backpack, careful not to let the loose papers slip out and land amongst the plethora of paperwork on the floor.

“Shit.”

If it’s a prank, you don’t find it even an ounce funny. In the time you were able to get in and now out of the school, someone has moved the stack of crates back to it’s spot behind the bushes. A chill runs down your spine at the thought of someone watching and waiting for you to explore the building, even if it was a rebellious teenager. You peer out of the window, glancing down at the height of the second story window. If you can’t find another way out of the school, you’re going to have to brave falling to the ground.

You carefully push away from the window, glancing back towards the rest of the building. Is it worth your time trying to find an easier exit? As far as you’re concerned, and from what Jungkook told you, there is no other way out, especially on the ground floor. Though, if you know how teenagers work, you're sure that there is somewhere else that they can sneak through. So you make your way back down the stairs. You scour the building, cautiously poking your head through every open space you can find, yet none of them take you where you want to go.

It’s almost sundown by the time you make it back up to the second story window. Despite your efforts, you can’t find another exit. Your nerves eat at you at the thought of having to jump down from the height. One wrong move and you can kiss yourself goodbye. You peek over the window’s edge. There’s a group of mangled bushes off to the side, and your heart races. If you can manage to swing over and land in the bushes, you will be better off than hitting the dirt patches below you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly slide your backpack off your back. You hang it over the edge and swing it, tossing it a little farther than you thought you would. It lands amongst the branches, cracking a few as gravity pulls it further into the shrubbery. Now for me. Picking up a piece of paper from the floor, you brush away as much of the broken glass shards as you can, keeping you from hurting yourself too much in the process—not that falling from a second story window will do any less damage. Once the loose pieces are pushed to the floor, you throw a leg over the ledge, then the other, twist your body enough that you can hold on without worrying about slipping as you try to get situated, and carefully lower your body down to hang from the ledge.

Your heart is pounding against your chest the longer you hang there. You have to act quick before your fingers lose their grip and you’re sent tumbling to the ground without warning. With what strength you can muster, you try to swing yourself a little as you aim for the bushes. One last swing, and you push yourself away from the wall and towards the shrubbery. Your heart seems to stop. For the split second you feel yourself floating in the air, you regret your actions. What if you don’t land where you wanted to? What if there is something in the bushes that hurts you more than you are expecting? What if-

Your back hits something hard. Your limbs follow, and you can begin to feel the way the branches scrape your skin. The pain doesn’t register in your brain until you relax into the bush. You know, without even having to look, that you’re beaten up pretty badly.

The heat coming from your skin the longer you lay there becomes too unbearable. You have to force yourself to roll out of the bush and onto your feet. Your arms sting the more you move them, but you push through it. Landing wobbly on the ground, you hiss. The cool summer breeze that travels past you makes your wounds hurt more than they were before. Carefully, as to not strain the injuries further, you reach for your backpack. It feels a lot heavier than you remember, but perhaps it’s because you can’t take much weight onto your body. You are sure that you won’t be able to move a limb tomorrow.

“There has to be something.”

You groan. As you shift in your seat, the bandages wrapped around you seem to pull tighter against your skin. Sure, having the pressure is a welcomed feeling, but your unconscious movements lit your body on fire once again.

The moment you arrived back at the bed and breakfast, Jungkook was quick to call you an idiot for doing what you did. Though, that didn’t stop him from helping you take care of your injuries—even if he did it all the while cursing at you underneath his breath.

The student files spread across the surface of the living room coffee table. You were much too sore to move from the couch after being bandaged up, so you decided to look at the files in the open. Jungkook was eager to step into the kitchen when you began pulling out the folders and the first name he saw was too familiar to him. For the hour that you’ve sat, studying each file, comparing one to another, there is nothing that tells you why the children went missing. You had hoped that there would be a common thing amongst the victims—a similar birthday or upbringing; maybe a certain personality trait; anything—but you come up empty.

“Nothing makes sense,” you whine, slowly laying against the back of the couch.

A knock on the doorframe shakes you from your confusion.

“Dinner is ready.”

Your eyes drift to Jungkook’s figure leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. For a moment, you swear you catch a glimpse of sympathy and concern as he stares at your injured form, but it’s gone the moment you try to search for it further. He pushes away from the wall, turning back towards the kitchen without another word, leaving you to get up by yourself. You struggle, trying to push your body off the couch. It takes you a couple minutes before you can waddle into the kitchen.

The moment you step into the room the smell of meat becomes intense. You could faintly smell it as you sat in the next room over, but you didn’t pay much mind to it, hyperfocused on trying to find a relation between the children. Set in the center of the table for a change, several meat dishes lay on the tabletop. Your mouth waters at the sight of the food. So as quickly as possible, despite the state you’re in, you join Jungkook in dishing up your dinner.

The two of you eat in silence, enjoying the delicious food too much to even think about anything else. But slowly, your mind drifts back to the files still spread on the coffee table. Much like the conversation you had this morning, you break the silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

His eyes glance up to meet yours before flickering back down. He continues to cut at the meat on his plate, responding before shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, glaring at the plate.

“No.”

You dismiss his answer. There is no other way you can get through him besides poking at him with your questions. Soon enough he’ll break like a dam under pressure, right?

“Did you know about any of the other kids before his disappearance?”

“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”

“Just answer the question.”

Your food goes untouched as you wait patiently for Jungkook to say something. You’re sure he can feel your stare the longer it takes for him to acknowledge your determined self. As you open your mouth again to annoy him to the point of spilling whatever information he has, he sighs. He glances up at you unfazed by your glare.

“Yeah. Most of it was rumors, but the teachers briefed over them in our history lessons.” He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter. “So when… that… happened, they tried to pin the blame on me, saying that I tried to ‘copy’ the past.”

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook scoffs, rolling his eyes before shoving the knife in his hand against his food once again.

“If you’re so damn curious, why don’t you read the police report?”

Someone pounds frantically against the front door. It echoes into the rest of the house, a startling difference to the quiet, although tense, conversation between you and Jungkook. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Are you expecting anyone?”

He glances in the direction of the door. He mutters something under his breath, standing up from the table, and cautiously walks out of the kitchen.

“Stay here,” he warns before disappearing from sight.

You can hear the frustrated sigh he lets out before you hear the click of the lock. The door swings open with a light squeak. Another voice calls out into the air, this time much higher pitched than the man you are staying with.

“Where’s that reporter?”

“Hey! You can’t just-”

As you push yourself from the table, a plump woman appears in the doorway to the kitchen. She turns to look in the room, her eyes widening the moment she spots your figure. She rushes over to you and grabs a hold of your shoulders. You hiss at the contact, but the woman doesn’t seem to notice as she begins rapidly speaking to you.

“You have to help me. My daughter’s gone.”

“Look, Martha,” Jungkook interrupts. The woman, Martha, turns to look at him as he continues. “Go back home. She’s probably just hiding somewhere.”

Martha’s shoulders fall at his words.

“No! She’s really gone!” she exclaims.

She lets go of you, turning her whole body towards Jungkook. You can see the way her hands shake as she reaches out to take his hands in hers. The two of them bicker back and forth for a moment, ignoring your presence.

“Ma’am, are you sure?” you manage to get out between their exchanges.

The moment she meets your eyes again, she’s at your feet. Martha nods frantically, tugging at your arms as you try to lift her from her kneeling position. You wince at her actions, the injuries on your arms still too fresh.

“I heard it.”

With a hum of confusion, your focus switches from the pain in your body to the tears trailing down her cheek.

“Heard it?”

“The Piper’s music.”

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Are you going to Stay?

(Fuckboy! Jungkook x Reader) (Idol au) (Soulmate Au)

Summary: It’s been a year since he last saw you, and every day he misses you more. It was only a matter of time until he turned up at your door asking for another chance.

Tags: angst with a happy ending, best friends to lovers, Themes of unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual tension, emotional intimacy, physical intimacy, brief sexual scenes, Jungkook really loves the reader's thighs, Touch starved Jungkook, Mentions of hookups, talks of love languages, alcohol mention, Jungkook is intoxicated for most of this.

W/c: 6.4k

Song rec: Jk- Still with you

A/N: there is a lot of time jumps in this where Jungkook is thinking through his memories while drunk, so if it sounds confusing that's the point. this is really near and dear to my heart- I wrote the bulk of this in one hour after listening to jungkook’s song still with you. it is directly inspired by that song. A lot of the dialogue in this story is based on things that have been said to me or I’ve said to others- so yeah- hope you like this self-indulgent story!

“Of course I’ll never turn you away- but…do me a favor Jungkook, and don’t come back until you’ve decided what you want from me.”

One year. It’s been a little more than one year since he’s seen you and still- the last words you said to him haunt him as he walks through the rainy streets of Seoul. His fellow strangers on the sidewalk giving him a few weird looks for not having an umbrella.

He pulls up his facemask a little more, the bucket hat soaked through to his hair. The cold rain feels good against the back of his neck- the contact startling. Maybe Jungkook’s just too touch starved to make the right choices right now. Maybe its because he only wants someone to touch him if it’s you.

It didn’t always use to be that way. before he’d met you; he’d regularly needed a more sexual outlet for all his frustration, excess energy, and stress. It was healthy right? To need that? To want a connection without any strings in his line of work.

Jungkook is a truthful person, and he stays that way by only ever lying to himself.

When it rains in Seoul- it’s one of the few times that it ever feels quiet. The air pinning down the smoke and the smog, leaving space for the longing to clog up his lungs and spill out red on his tongue. Memories of you, the way you’d felt in his arms, your smile- your everything. So many months without you and Jungkook can’t help but miss you a little more with every moment that passes.

Some nights he gets restless like this and can’t help but walk and walk and hope his feet didn’t lead him to your door. Sure- at least half of the year that he hadn’t seen you had been because of the tour and the comeback schedule. But the last few months were his fault. He hadn’t had the courage to text you or pop up at your door. His stubbornness mixed with guilt, or something else entirely- a different sort of longing for someone you missed having, but had never really had in the first place.

Jungkook is great at lying to himself. That hasn’t changed in the last year.

Back then Jungkook had been too much of a coward to tell you how he felt. And so he was left out here- standing in the rain wallowing and wondering what could have been.

You’d been best friends this time last year.

You’d been his one secret hideaway from his idol life, someone to drink with and sneak onto roofs and watch the stars with. A piece of the youth that he’d never had, but more than that too- something entirely new. How many times had you said, “it’s never too late to be a kid.” and never judged him for turning up at your door and needing a hug.

Your entire relationship was some sort of reclamation for him, a better future found than the one he faced now. Going out sometimes, always worried about being spotted, never really having fun. Always looking for something better when he knew he wouldn’t find it. When he knew all he really wanted was to go back in time before he fucked it up with you.

You were his emergency contact; his someone to turn too on a bad day, or when he got too drunk at a club and couldn’t call management because he didn’t want to get in trouble. His drunken self that always wanted to see you- to drink in your laugh like a shot that made his knees weak. Your care, so freely given better than any party or hook up.

The countless times you’d taken him home to your apartment and given him a pair of soft pajamas and dealt with his drunken happy babbling about everything- always asking him about the places he’s seen and what one been his favorite. sometimes fooling him with shots of water just so that he’d get some liquid in him. his relentless pressuring for you to take a sip too- just to know the sweet truth- that your lips had touched the same spot his had.

Jungkook is a fool when he’s in love. He tells himself he would have let your friendship go on forever if it meant never losing you.

“What do you mean you don’t like New York!?” you’d asked, looking down at him with his head in your lap. Jungkook trying to resist turning over to nuzzle his head into your thighs- you’d always had such pretty thighs- the kind that look like they’d keep the memory of his fingers like memory foam if he squeezed hard enough. He wants to sleep on them. And he’s dangerously close to waking drunken poetic about them- marshmallows or clouds or just- fluffy.

He’s whiney when he answers but you don’t look bothered you only look endeared, helplessly swallowed by a wave of affection. “The buildings are too tall there and the city isn’t colorful enough- I love how Seoul just goes on and on and on, I could walk it forever if I wasn’t worried about being followed.”

He still loved how the neon lights looked in the puddles of the rain, the color bleeding everywhere with nowhere to go. The way he sees it now crossing a street in front of a makeup shop, the neon lights blinking red even though it’s closed.

But in every pink and red he can’t help but see your lips- your favorite shade of lipstick that you’d been wearing when you’d given him a key to your apartment. you were strange like him- there were some things you never liked wearing out of the house and that shade was one of them. No matter how many times he told you it looked nice, you'd always rub it off with a makeup wipe before you left.

He remembers looking down at your house key, and the little keychain with a fluffy black ball attached at the end of it, heart-shaped. “I thought you didn’t like me popping around like a stray puppy?”

You laughed at that “you’re more like a stray pure-breed from the west minster dog show that I’ve kidnapped- but you should take it anyway- I know you like to get away sometimes- and it beats having to wait for me to come home right?”

He’s got the keychain and key in his pocket now- he rarely ever takes it out of his bag. And he fiddles with it in his pocket- the softness no less soothing then it was at the beginning. He rarely ever leaves the house without it- he tells himself it’s his good luck charm but he knows it’s because he wants to fools himself. Jungkook can’t be himself unless he has a piece of you.

Maybe that's what soulmates are. People that you voluntarily give a piece of you, to keep it safe.

He’s so lost in his memories that Jungkook almost tips his shoulder into someone passing by- narrowly avoiding getting thrown into the street as a result. Is it the several shots he’s downed that make him clumsy? Or the way that thoughts of you fill his head and leave no room for things as simple as the pull of gravity. Is it the memory of you that makes him shake- or the fact that he’s had too much caffeine and hasn’t slept in days?

Someone sitting in a cafe looks up and does a double-take, but he’s already moved on by the time they’ve lifted up their phone. The best they get is a picture of his back disappearing around the corner. He wonders if they’re going to type on some message board tonight “I think I saw an idol walking around in the rain, I wonder what could be on his mind?”

He remembers your words the day after your first kiss.“Do you ever wonder if we’re soulmates that met in a different lifetime? Or that we met a lifetime too soon?”

He’d tilted his head to the side, not understanding what you meant. You’d told him you were too drunk to remember the kiss the night before. But the way you’re looking at him now it almost seems like you do- but just didn’t want to tell him. How could you be worried you’d been too forward when he was the one who had initiated it?

“Never mind Kookie- I’m so tired I’m getting philosophical, we should go home before it gets any later.”

Jungkook’s soul is certainly searching for something now, the world spins for a moment, and he loses track of where he is- the same way he’d lose track of you all those months ago. Those few miss begotten kisses like a wrong turn made on a highway- because he hadn’t been ready for something sensual, something soft and lingering like you’d been wanting.

The night that you’d gotten a little too close, your lips wet and hot and sticky with sweet drinks against each other. You crashing onto your bed with a giggle, so trashed. Jungkook helping you take your pants off because you could barely see straight, and it wasn’t sexual at all- when he paused to kiss the leading line of your knee. At least not the way that he’s used to. This is loving.

He’d kissed you up to your underwear. You squeal in surprise when he bits into your thigh a little bit. Teeth sinking into the skin he always wanted to touch and grab. Unable to stop his hands from grabbing fistfuls of your skin, so sweet and soft. You giggle when he does, his fingers hitting a sensitive spot and making your leg jerk out and almost kick him- too ticklish. “God I’ve been waiting so long to do this”

He’d uttered and whatever words you’d been about to say die in your throat. Suddenly a little less eager then you’ve been before. “Can we go slow?”

“Of course baby” Jungkook nods, and you don’t end up going any further that night, or at least any further than some heavy petting and making out. “God it’s almost 4am- we should sleep” both of your lips chapped red. and Jungkook feels like he can’t function without his lips pressed to your skin, nips at your neck, and your throat as you trail your hands up and down the back of his neck. All over. He feels and smells you all over and it’s driving him crazy.

Eventually, you wind down. Jungkook stretched out on top of you, his hips in-between your legs with only a few layers of thin fabric separating you. His ear pressed to your heart to listen to it. His body jelly finally sated to be so close to you. Your words are shy and scared in the darkness. His arousal burns low- and it’s not the most important thing- not in the slightest.

“When I wake up, are you going to still be here Jungkook?” you had to ask- because he’s told you all of his tells before. You know his m.o. even if you’ve never seen it in person. you know that he never stays the night after hookups. had looked over one too many text messages of girls calling him an asshole, begging you to tell him how to respond.

“I’ll stay,” he says, and at that moment- he swears he never felt a hit of the icky fear of being not enough. Curled up with you he’s not afraid of your relationship falling apart, you hating him, or you not wanting this. Every reason why he’d never stayed the night after hooking up before, invalid because he’s with you- someone he loves. this wasn’t just another hookup; he loves you.

“Promise you won't?”

“I promise.”

And then in the morning, when he’d woken up with a pounding head and found you curled up next to him. Horror filling him but of course- you’d been drunk too. You have a few hickeys on your neck and he checks himself in the bathroom mirror afraid for a moment before he sees that luckily- his skin is unscathed. The fear- the worry, everything crashing down on him as he watches you asleep in your bed, relaxed and peaceful.

Jungkook isn’t a relationship person- he’s never been in one that didn’t end in his heart being broken. He can’t be- his love with you wasn’t supposed to start this way- not after another drunken night. Like so many, he’s had before in the past that have ended poorly.

He doesn’t know where to go from here besides leaving. He’d even told you once “I don't think I could ever start a relationship after just- hooking up. like how do show someone the most vulnerable parts of you and then expect them to love you.”

He leaves, starts the schedule for the day feeling terrible, the others asking why he looks so upset, why he’s snappy. After practice, he checks his phone. Finding only a single text from you; ‘you promised me Jungkook’ and nothing else. And he hates it- hates everything- because he wants to love you- he really does. But maybe a part of him doesn’t know how to love safely without ruining himself in the process.

Maybe that’s all that it was, love. The whole thing falling apart if you aren’t willing to love a person in the way that they want to be loved. Or maybe it’s less premeditated than that. He thinks about love languages, about how you’re supposed to give and receive love.

Though you’d already had the right kind of intimacy. You’d need a little more time then he’d been willing to give you. You’d told him that the next time you’d seen him. And you’d spent a few weeks pretending nothing was wrong when everything felt awkward suddenly. And by the time you were ready to adjust- Jungkook had convinced himself that you didn’t mean anything to him.

The time that you said you’d been going out to meet with one of your male coworkers and wouldn’t be able to hang out that night. Jealousy stinging Jungkook’s heart like a beestings- and for the first time in months he’d gone out looking for a hookup.

The hickeys you’d seen low on his hips the next day when he’d stretches up and you’d barked out “what the fuck is that” scalding and angry. Jungkook shrugging it off like it didn’t mean anything. The words he’d said haunt him in the hours of the night when he can’t sleep and only the hum of the air conditioner can hear the words he wishes he had said. If only to save you the disappointment of thinking he was a different person than he is.

“You went out with that guy last night- so why can’t I have a little fun?”

“He’s my coworker Jungkook you can’t honestly think- oh- I get it- you were jealous.”

Jungkook spluttering, rebuking your claim with a roll of his eyes, “there isn’t anything to get jealous over. We’re not trying to be in a relationship anymore.”

“That’s not what you said last-”

“Well I changed my mind” but he hadn’t not really- he would never change his mind about you he was only being stubborn.

“What do you mean you changed your mind Jungkook- you were the one who wanted this.”

“But I didn’t expect you’d be so clingy, and we can’t always be together and I just- I have needs and you can’t fill all of them” you flinch back, and Jungkook instantly wishes he hadn’t said the words. Because they were a lie- a lie meant to hurt. If anything he was the clingy one. He just- he couldn’t let it go.

“So you fucked up a perfectly good friendship because you were just lonely? I’m not one of your hookups- we’re supposed to be friends Kookie.”

His heart dropping, “you mean we’re not that anymore?”

“I never wanted anything with you if it meant jeopardizing that” and then him- unable to stop himself from asking you. “Are we still friends?”

“of course Mookie, I think I just need some time to think…you should go Jungkook.”

The first conversation you’d ever had about it is what he remembers too. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” your snort enough of an answer as you take a swig of the bottle of Soju. His hand splayed on the towel that you’d lied down so that the roof tar didn’t stain your clothes. “of course not.”

“Even when I’m…” this makes him uncomfortable even to talk about.

“The problem you started with? People who hook up and pretend that there aren’t any feelings involved but in reality, the denying of feelings tells you enough about how they feel. You wouldn’t have to stop yourself from getting closer to people if they didn’t matter to you- and if you weren’t afraid.”

Your shoulder had been so close- he’d been able to lean his head there. He remembers how good it had felt when you’d combed your fingers through his hair. (if he likes your thighs then you like his hair). So much better than any hook up he might have had tonight. In truth- he’d been halfway to some girl's apartment when he’d called it off- and decided to go to your place instead.

Sure- you might not give him the exact kind of physical closeness that he was craving, but he loves the head pets, the way you’ll play with his hands. Like his hands are an extension of yourself, the motion so automatic like you barely realized you were doing it.

He always left your place feeling more like himself. With everyone else, it felt like he had to fight to get himself understood, had to dilute or distill his words so that they’d get it, but somehow you were always on the same page. “I wouldn’t be too worried Kookie, you’ll grow out of it eventually.”

“You sure?” he’s so relaxed- he almost feels like he’s going to fall asleep against your shoulder. He shifts a little restless, turning so he can press his body against the line of your legs. Curling into your warmth.

“Yeah, I grew out of it too.” with anyone else- that sentence would feel patronizing. But with you- it was just comforting.

How wrong he was- even now- you were all he could think about. Maybe that’s why somehow he ends up at your door. no- that’s not right- The reason why he walks to your house right now, a year after the last time he’s seen you was because he’d released that song today- the one about you and missing you.

Of course, he couldn’t stop himself from checking in on you- still knew the username to all your old accounts. Enough to go and check if you’d commented on his song- and you had- a single broken heart emoji. Whether you meant for him to find it- he didn’t know. The fact that you still checked upon him the same way he checked up on you. That was enough for him to need to start drinking.

Your door is the same as it was back then, your slides sitting on the stoop- just inside the small alcove to keep them out of the rain. Your small house tucked into a side street. One of the last few in Seoul that wasn’t a complex- because you’d wanted a yard outback. You’re home, the light from the windows spilling like honey out into the wet street. You’d said that you’d never turn him away. So Jungkook steals himself and knocks, quiet. Ready for it to go unanswered because it’s so late.

You don’t look much different either when you open the door, hair shiny and dry like you’ve just blow-dried it already in your pajamas. “Jungkook!? What are you- your shoes are soaking wet! You’re soaking wet! Come inside before you catch a cold” it’s true- he must have stepped in a few puddles on his walk here. his chunky shoes slosh when he steps into your entryway.

In a moment all of your shock and apprehension melting away. And you’re fussing over him like its only been a few days since you’ve seen him and not a year. Your hands pushing his jacket off his shoulders. His mouth dry for a moment before the words tumble out again.

“I miss you- I miss you so fucking much and it hurts. Can we talk? Please I-” your hands freeze where you’re popping his soaking jacket into your drier. Hands suddenly hovering on your counter.

Your house is just as bright and well-loved as Jungkook remembers it. Some days he lives more in those happy memories than he does in the present. The countless hours you’d spent on your couch, teaching Jungkook how to cook a little better in your kitchen. Even now- something sweet bakes in the oven, fresh bread or some other baked goods

Hours spent in your little nook in the corner taking personality quizzes on the Internet just to pass some times. The love languages quiz. “I think it's bullshit that they don’t consider food as a love language- because I love cooking for the people I love.”

and Jungkook blushing and finishing his quiz in peace, finding out that his love language was physical affection too, tied with quality time. But that didn’t matter- the only thing he could think about was your love language. You love to cook for people you love, and he’s unable to stop listing all of the times that you’d cooked for him in his head. Nearly once a week at least.

Did that mean you loved him? You hover near that spot now. The first time that Jungkook had ever truly realized you were both falling in love.

Now that he’s not in the rain you can tell that he’s crying. His eyes bloodshot and red like he’s been doing it for hours. You reach out cupping his cold cheek with your warm hand and rubbing the moisture away. Is it a tear or just some rain? You can’t tell. And Jungkook’s whole body shivers at the contact, so sweet, he can’t help but teeter, almost falling into you as he tries to lean into it.

Maybe he’s drunker than he thinks.

“I think you should shower first- you’re shaking Kookie- you need to warm up.” he nods quietly and lets you be his benevolent puppetmaster as you make him take off his pants soaking and stuck to his legs, leaving them with his shoes and jacket. Leading him to your bathroom. You tell him to leave his shirt and boxers outside so you can put them in the drier too.

You’d always been so good with this- ready to baby him and heal his woes whenever he’d come to you after a particularly bad day. Before he’d had you, he’d supplemented his usual bad habit with a hook up to sate his need to be self-destructive. A month into your friendship he’d stopped because by then he’d only needed you. You’d patched him up when he’d been feeling hurt- without him ever having to hurt himself.

Compared to you, everyone else was just a fling, But they’d started out as first loves. Women that never gave him more than a few nights and left him broken-hearted when he got too attached too quickly. He’d been hurt a few too many times by the fact that they never stayed and spent the night.

He’d convinced himself that was just how it went. Don’t get too attached, don’t get too personal and cuddle because no one wants to be that close to someone they barely know. He told himself to be satisfied with the closeness he got through sex even if he was vaguely aware that wasn’t what he really needed or wanted.

And then one day he’d gotten up and realized that he was the one breaking their hearts- all because he didn’t want to get close to anyone anymore. Not in the way that meant being truly intimate. That was too much of a risk for his fragile heart.

True intimacy was the kind he’d had with you. You’d never needed to sleep together to cuddle him no- Jungkook just had to turn up at your door and you’d be ready to give him all of the physical contact he needs. Enough to stop feeling like he was about to jump out of his skin.

That was what the love language quiz had told you what your love language way- physical affection, a love that Jungkook was always eager to receive.

The shower is warm and exactly what he needs. He walks out of it smelling like you; his heart hurting in such a keen way- everything in your bathroom familiar and new. The times you’d let him shower here, once after getting caught out in the rain with you (a literal downpour, eventually you’d gotten too soaked and just settled for being goofy, sloshing in puddles in the park, spinning around underneath a lit lamp singing a bad rendition of singing in the rain, spilling your bottle of soju with little regard for who might think it propper.)

A whole day he’d spent kneeling on this tiled floor after one bad night, holding back your hair when you were puking. Jungkook berating himself for his choices because He’d taken you to a bad club in Gangnam, and you were worried someone had tried to slip something into your drink- no other reason why you’d be puking like this.

He’d apologized profusely, got you chocolate-covered strawberries as a thank you. Not knowing that you where allergic. “why the fuck did you eat them if this was going to happen” you were whiney, cheeks all puffy and red- lips a little swollen too. Gesturing for Jungkook to hand you the ice pack already, the itchiness getting to you.

“Cuz they looked really good and you were being sweet.” He slaps your hands away and holds the icepack to your cheek, moving it around every few seconds. Your eyes fluttering in relife. You’d spent the afternoon like that- Jungkook holding the icepack to your cheek watching a drama on your couch. it was the least he could do- after maybe inadvertently getting you drugged and giving you an allergic reaction.

And still- next week you’d responded to his texts. He’d been ready for you to leave him after that, but no- you still called him your friend.

While he takes a shower you put his clothes in the drier. Your heart humming because- he’s back. He’s actually come back. You never really expected him to stay away for so long- not more than a week at least. But then you’d heard the news of the tour and just assumed he couldn't. And you think through all the text messages you'd almost sent him asking for him to meet up for dinner or something but in the end. you’d been too worried that he would turn you down- that he really didn't care anymore.

Your hands feel something in the pocket of his pants. you still - pulling it out not really believing it- but it’s your key. The key you’d given him hoping he would stay in your life. and seeing it- knowing he’s kept it with him all this time. you grip the edge of the counter, trying not to cry.

When he gets out of your shower he finds an old set of his own pajamas there- probably left here at one point or another. He brings them up to his nose to inhale a deep breath, and they smell like you too. The simple joggers and black shirt- you must have worn them. Did you curl up in them on the nights that you missed him most? Did you even miss him? You’d never said it back at the door.

When Jungkook pads out into the living room, you’re sitting on the couch- head in your hands, a towel in yours, you jolt up when you see him. And your expression is unreadable as you gesture for him to sit in front of you. “I’m going to dry your hair”

The clearly communicated intent makes Jungkook’s whole body tingle, his touch starved ness already making a reappearance- always wanting more and more. He sits, tipping his head forward so you have access to all of his hair, his eyes on the couch, and your crossed legs. They aren’t as plush as they once looked. In the past year, you’ve lost a little weight and he wonders if that’s because of him.

His whole body shaking as you bring the towel up and through his hair, drying it this way and that. Eventually leaning his cheek against your clothed thigh, before he jolts up. Catching himself with an arm out behind you. He looks up, and your breath hitches when you see his arms, the way they’ve grown over the past year.

He knows he’s put on muscle since the last time you’ve seen him and it makes the tiniest bit of pride well up in his chest to know he’s impressed you. It only lasts for a moment before you keep drying his hair looking down at your hands a sour feeling rising up in both of you. Like you’re both suddenly realizing how much you’ve changed in the last year.

Your bodies might be strangers- but your souls aren’t. Even after all this time, not a single silence is awkward.

“Don’t want you to get a cold,” you say softly, and Jungkook only makes a small noise to let you know the message is received. He’s happy to be on the receiving end of your affection. After so long without any intimate contact, he needs it like he needs air. You continue in silence for a moment before Jungkook lists forward so hard that his head ends up pressed to your collarbone, his forehead warm against your skin. You don’t flinch back.

“Why are you being so kind to me? The last time I was here- I wasn’t- I never treated you well” his voice is broken and wavering. The darkness of the cloth concealing the fact that he’s crying again, but you can feel his tears against your skin anyway.

“I’ll always patch you up Kookie. And you did treat me well, maybe not the way I wanted to be treated- but you never treated me terribly.” That’s a little debatable, but Jungkook isn’t about to convince you not to forgive him for being an asshole.

“Will there ever be a way to go back?” it’s the one thing he’d been unable to stop himself from wondering- if there was a way to repair what you’d had. And he dreads the answer now almost more than not knowing. You bite your lip, folding your hands over your chest, leaving the towel hanging over Jungkook’s head like some kind of veil. Facing each other cross-legged on your old couch while the rain patters on outside.

“I never hated you Kookie- you’re still my best friend. Maybe we fight, and yeah it’s been a while. But at the end of the day, your soul still fits mine.”

He gulps audibly, hands reaching out to touch yours, you marvel for a second, eyes tracking over his new tattoos. He hadn’t had those the last time you’d seen them- you’d seen them on the Internet, of course, it was hard not to check up on him.

“Do you remember what you said to me in that cafe that day?” his voice is low, as thick as the color that bleeds onto the wet asphalt outside. While in here you’re in a bubble cozy and safe. Out of time and out of place.

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, as he gets more brazen with his touches, fingers rubbing up and down your forearms. You make noise in agreement. “Soulmates that met too early.” your eyelashes flutter against your cheek- it is late- and you look as tired as Jungkook should feel where it not for the caffeine in his system- but the shower did a good job of calming him down.

His words feel thick as he swallows, “what if that lifetime is now?” your eyes shoot open. And you’re about to say something when Jungkook jumps in. “I miss you. I miss you so bad that I think it breaks my heart sometimes.”

“Jungkook” it's just his name, but the way it sounds on your mouth- Jungkook would follow that call anywhere. He slumps forward, leaning his head against your shoulder, and you smell so good. He can’t help but turn his head to nuzzle into your neck; you don’t stop him- you don’t even flinch in fact.

You relax more- like you were waiting for him to lean into you. Hands coming up to encircle his shoulders and pull him in for a hug. “You missed me- but what do you want me to do?”

“Say you miss me too- say it's not too late. Say we have a chance.” your hands are gentle as they come up to run through his still-damp hair, “say it’s another lifetime and we can be soulmates again.”

“Are you going to stay?” you ask instead. You realize your miss-step, Jungkook sits up and you wish he didn’t so he wouldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. “stay the night I mean-” you swallow, “do you want to sleep here?”

“Yes” he flicks his hair out of his face, “if that’s okay?” both of you pretend that you mean only tonight. Even though you know- you both know what you meant.

His hair is drying curler and longer now. “You’re drunk Kookie- you should sleep. We can talk properly in the morning.”

Jungkook knows you’re probably just saying that because you want a little more time- but that’s okay. In the past year, he’s learned to be patient. And if you need the night to think it over- if you need the whole week or month. He’ll give it. “Okay,” he says, tilting his face up to look at you smiling.

“I’m not making any promises Jungkook- we have a lot to work through to get back to how we were”

“I know,” he says, but still can’t stop smiling, letting out a watery little giggle, and damn his cute doe eyes and his easy smile- because you can’t help but think he’s the cutest thing. This boy that looks hard on the outside but isn’t anything more than the squishiest romantic when you get to know him, who turned up at your door and told you everything you’d been hoping for the second he’d walked out your door.

“I can wait as long as you need to wait, I’ll be okay as long as we just talk again. I missed you so so much” he’s definitely drunk; maybe it just took a little while for the shots to hit him.

You get him a blanket and a pillow and he sleeps on the couch and he might let his lips brush along the outside of your when you reach down to run your fingers through his hair again but you don’t pull away. A look on your face like it pains you to leave him on the couch. But those little acts of love were never out of place back when you used to talk every day. And you can’t bring it to yourself to scold him for such a blatant act of intimacy when it makes your heart flutter.

There had been a few times near the end. when Jungkook had let himself in with your key and crawled into bed with you. And you’d always woken up before him, had breakfast and something planned for the day- someplace you wanted to explore and Jungkook ready to company you anywhere and everywhere.

He waits and watches the light underneath your door until it winks out and you go to sleep too. And he might wake in the middle of the night thinking bout crawling into bed with you but he knows enough to give you your space. His heart brimming with the possibility of more- more everything.

It’s worth it in the morning. Jungkook dreams about the love languages. Your words again ‘preparing food should be considered a love language.’ when he wakes in the morning the rain has stopped. Your porch doors open to your small back yard to let in the city sounds. The mist clearing over the rooftops, the smell of rain on the wet earth musky and sweet, quiet, and relaxing.

He smells eggs and French Toast, hears your soft humming in the kitchen. It’s Your love language to cook for those you love. And he knows somehow that you still love him when he hears the oil frying in the pan, the smell of cinnamon and sugar there too. everything sweet and nothing hurting.

A single tear drifts down his cheek. And he’s unable to stop smiling, even if he is half-asleep, unable to open his eyes even. He falls back asleep and wakes to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

There will be other times, when Jungkook can hop up from your bed and join you in the morning, back hugging you and peppering little kisses along your shoulder. Hands slipping under the edge of your shirt to squeeze at the ticklish spot on your hips. Or the small kisses he’ll press to your sleeping cheek when he has to leave early in the morning. Or the mornings when he’ll wake to you still in his arms kissing down his chest.

Countless mornings, days into the future when things will be easier. And even if they're not easy, Jungkook knows trying with you is worth it. Now that he’s lived without you- he will do anything to stay by your side. For Now, he’s happy to sleep off his hangover dimly aware of the sound of you moving around your house.

For a second, it almost feels like you’ve bent down, the warmth spilling across his face, the faint brush of your lips on his cheek. He tells himself it’s just a dream.

Jungkook is good at lying to himself.

Kofi

(if you want to find out your love language; here is a simple quiz to find out!)

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