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alltowoo · 4 years ago

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So... I will be posting the links here for the Wonwoo Contents

Fluff

(new) 5 ways to say I love you by @moon-stars01

(new) A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes by @wonniehae

(new) A Special Ingredient by @svttism

(new) A Silent Love by @nctxdreamies

Bad Fight! by @callmebcby

(new) Better Better by @serenityseventeen

Bookstore employee by @sptegami

Colour by @ally-127

(new) Comfortable by @m1ng-how

(new) Counting Sheep by @serenityseventeen

(new) Curious Cat by @lavenonie

(new) Damaged: Before by @kpop-cakepops

Drunk Confessions by @chillihansol

(new) Earl Grey by @seokmingiggles

(new) Feel So Lucky by @toriasaurio

Fearless by @minghaocouture

Friends to Lovers by @akwablu-blog

(new) Giggles by @insideofrose

(new) Haunted House by virryth

(new) Heart & Seoul by @bubblebeom

Hi, I’m Wonwoo.by @novawon

Hogwarts Alumni Shirt @tonicandjins

(new) Home by @geminirules

(new) Homework Nights by @quicksilverster

(new) I Found Love in your Smile by @wonlouvre

(new) If you had 3 Wishes, What would they be? by @glowonu

(new) Just you by @justasoftstan

(new) Kairosclerosis by @nose-bandaid

(new) Late Night Wonders by @snowydaffodils

(new) Like the Movies by @binniesthighs

Literature by @heartgyus

(new) Let me take you Home by @ctrlhao

(new) Letter to You by @writer-k-pop

(new) Letters to You by @wooziujidoots

(new) Library Crush by @serenityseventeen

(new) Library Trips By @bootyful-seventeen

Modest Jeon Wonwoo by @woozisnoots

(new) More Than You Know by @writessvt

Neighbors to Lovers by @thekpopaus

Never Change by @stuckwithsvt

Not So Cold-Heart by @mywonuderful

(new) One More Chapter by @justasoftstan

(new) Opposites by @serenityseventeen

(new) Outward by @gamerwoo

(new) Popular Guy by @gyugiggles

Ranked Game by @ribosoons

(new) Ready to love by @3raaaachachacha

Saudade by @uriurijihoonie

(new) Say You Won’t Let Go by @geminirules

(new) Setting It Up by @justasoftstan

(new) Sharing is Caring by @gamerwoo

(new) Shiny Star by @wonwoonlight

(new) Shy Desires by @serenityseventeen

Shy Shy Shy by @okaykpop

(new) Snuggle Donation: Pact by @kpop-cakepops

Something Old, Something New by @kwanisms

Soulmate by @svtskneecaps

Summer Scent by @escapewriter

(new) Squishy by @justasoftstan

(new) S𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 S𝗈𝗎𝗋 by @mieohmy

(new) The Cat Cafe by @purplehoranghae

To Die For by @starlightshua

(new) To my Growing Child by @serenityseventeen

(new) To my Youth by @viastro

(new) The Best Friend A Girl Could Ask For by @kpop-cakepops

(new) The Ulzzang Project by @hongnanglen-arina

(new) Villain! by @ @solarwonux

(new) Valentine’s Day with Wonwoo by @kpop-in-new-albion

(new) Welcome to fatherhood by @woozibby

White Lies by @luvshuas

(new) Winner by @serenityseventeen

(new) You Give Me PVCs by @chal-kagyu

You Mean the World to me by @svtskneecaps

(new) Your Cat Loves You by @jeonflo

Angst

(new) Avenue of Tears by @dropsofletters

Blind by @wtf-taeyong

Boundaries by @nobodyeverasked

Child of Athena by @keeper-of-the-uwus

(new) Chili by @cherrycheolliesc

Daydream by @tonicandjins

Dreamcatcher by @love-dreams

(new) Encumber by @jeonstellate

Everything I Didn't Say by @tonicandjins

(new) Everything Leads Back to you by @boowanie

Fear the Wraith by @gamerwoo

(new) He lost you by @zarryscherrys

Hearing Lips by @gamerwoo

How could I ever forget about you? by @woozibby

Hurtful Eyes by @shuatoyou

(new) I Found You by @uchukiyoo

(new) In the Spring by @viastro

(new) Lie to Me by @haokyeom

(new) Like a Dream by @yakultberry

Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me by @infinitum-imaginaerum

Lost by @min9yusnovia

Lost Souls by @cheolgyushua

(new) Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I’ve Loved Before: The Seventh Letter by @serenityseventeen

(new) LoveLorn by @themyunghoxo

Missing You by @geminirules

(new) Moonlight by @solarwonux

(new) My Dream is You by @cheolbooluvr

New York: The City Of Dreams By @tonicandjins

Not So Sweet by @extrasugafree

(new) Oh my God, They were Roommates by @luvvchwe

(new) See You Again by @geminirules

(new) Surprise by @wonwoonlight

Ten Questions by @chocosvt

(new) The Art of Healing by @boowanie

(new) The Moon Told me so by @nose-bandaid

(new) Things I Wish You Never Said by @gayforseungcheol

(new) To Bloom and to Wither by @sunduskwine

(new) Wedding march by @sincerelyshobe

To all the boys by @shra-vasti

(new) Why haven’t you kissed me yet? by @solarwonux

(new) Yours by @gyukult

Smut

(new) 3 nights by @hotgirlwonwoo

A Moon Without Stars by @chocosvt

(new) Anteric by @smileysuh

(new) Baby Doll by @solarwonux

Birthday Treat by @multmilk

Caffeine by @meltwonu

(new) Champagne Kisses by @solarwonux

(new) Crash, No Burn by @softhaos

Crop Tops & Tattoos by @solarwonux

(new) Cuff 1 by @smileysuh

Dream by @sebuntease

(new) Gam3 bo1 by @sunflowergyeomie

(new) Game interrupted by @diamondyjh

(new) Getting Closer by @bubblebeom

(new) Getting Closer II by @bubblebeom

(new) I Though you Hated Me? by @glossyeon

Let Me Watch by @kinksvt

Limitless by @alltheattractiveasiansimgines

Math Tutor by @sebuntease

(new) Meanie Sandwich by @meltwonu

Missing You by @sebuntease

(new) Movie Night? by @hongnanglen-arina

(new) Payment Due! @solarwonux

Private by @17mounteens

(new) Punished @otptings

(new) Refresh by @snowydaffodils

Rich Girl by @blushnote

(New) The Bet by @hotgirlwonwoo

The Copy Machine is Broken Again By @tonicandjins

The Other Side by @17mounteens

(new) Something told me it was you by @wonwooze

(new) Sugar by @solarwonux

(new) Strawberries and Bad Decisions by @solarwonux

The Step Brother by @sebuntease

(new) Under The Moonlight by @solarwonux

(new) Until I met you by @meltwonu

(new) Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven by @odetojeons

(new) Valentine’s Day Drabble #5 - First Time by @solarwonux

(new) Wasted Game = Wasted Night by @starryse

(new) Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? by @odetojeons

(new) You’re the perfect view by @halloweenniles

Other AU’s I dont know where to place (hehe)

700 Years Promise @onetwosevensquad

(new) Accidents Happen by @fluffyyunho

(new) Achilles by @gamerwoo

All Fun and Games by @gamerwoo

Big Bad Wolf by @for-dogs-and-flowers

(new) Bittersweet by @networkluvs

Bodyguard Wonwoo by @jungnoirr

(new) Camera Lens Pointed At You by @svt13roses

(new) Cat Cafe with Wonwoo by @17cafe

(new) Cooperation by @serenityseventeen

College AU by @seventeen-teen-teen-trash

(new) Give Your Heart by @gamerwoo

Familiar Faces by @i-see-thevision

(new) Here’s My Problem: I Can’t Get You Out Of My Head by @just-some-random-blogger

Hunger by @svtwrites

I Can’t Let You Go Until I Win @narika-a

I Never Meant to Make You Bleed by @jungnoir

Invitation by @tonicandjins

(new) Level Seven by @heeseungsapple

(new) Neighbor next door by @svtshine

More Than That by @neoyeppuda

(new) My Little Ghost by @seodami

Second Life by @starlightshua

Sober Up by @geuyeoreum

(new) Sweet Home by @devoidwrites

(new) Tell me the Same by @ joonsgalaxy

(new) The Beat of a Love Rhyme by @dropsofletters

(new) The Little Flower on your Wrist by @nose-bandaid.tumblr.com

(new) The King by @craby-bouquet

The Switch by @woozibby

(new) The unDead's Love by @chupacoupsie

(new) Tinkerbell by @softforhao

(new) What happens at the party by @craby-bouquet

(new) Wild Card by @serenityseventeen

Note: Will update.. this list is not yet complete :D

Dilemma: There are fics I’ve ready with no titles and i don’t know how to include them here

P.S: If there’s anything I need to add or to change PLEASE feel free to send me a message or a comment :D

• 10/26/2020 I updated this again with a few more stories and I think I might separate each genre into one post. I just realized there’s a lot of them.

• 07/22/2021 I updated this with new fics around I labelled then (new) so many fics we can read now.. Enjoy!!

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo angst #wonwoo au #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo smut

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thrillridesz · 3 years ago

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obsessed | 𝐣.𝐲𝐧 - [ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 ]

pairing: stalker!jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, yandere themes, stalking

a/n: unedited!

taglist: @geminirules @koo-18 @fruityutas @chocolattees @trashlord-007 @sly-merlin @sichengszn @carefulee @jenorenle@yoonohing @thejungjaehyun @hyunjaethereal @preciouslee @httpjeongjaes @captainsjoongs @mieohmy (send me an ask or dm if you’d like to be included!)

disclaimer: everything written here is FICTIONAL and I am in no way saying that the mentioned characters act like that irl!

masterlist.

This place is rustic, quaint and so… you.

As you shuffle from one aisle to another, your eyes are trained intently on the row of books displayed so much so that you don’t notice me standing just a few feet away. I glance briefly at the old grandfather clock sitting at the corner of the little bookshop and you have been in here for approximately 41 minutes which is honestly a long time for someone to spend looking at books alone.

Yet, that is what makes you so endearing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so concerned over the synopsis of a book like you are right now, as you furrow your brows while reading the summary of a slasher book you drew from the shelves. Nowadays, everyone is absorbed in social media, their phones, laptops… but not you. You are different, special.

It’s been ages since I’ve spent close to an hour in one but I feel no inclination to leave, no boredom of any sort. This whole place, it embodies you. Watching you wandering about in between shelves looking so at home among the piles of books and just being in your element feels like watching something sacred, almost like a ballerina gliding across the stage and as you slide your fingers over the spine of the books, I imagine how they would feel like on my skin, my neck, my abs and my-

The store clerk drops a heavy box of books on the floor, grunting as the books spill out over the top of the box and you turn and I duck just quick enough that you don’t see me. You hurry over and bend down to help pick up the books and as you lean forward, your skirt rides up a little and it’s teasing me. The store clerk thanks you brusquely and I know he must be forced into a part time job by his parents. He doesn’t look a day over 16 and from the way he keeps looking out the window, he would rather be anywhere but here.

Unlike you. This place is heaven to you. As is to me now.

I whip out my phone and look through your calendar from your laptop which I had synced with my phone. It was easier than I expected, swiping a keycard from your unsuspecting friend. Your friends ought to be more careful with how they keep their valuables or else, it’s really anyone’s game. In this case, it’s mine.

Getting into the building was the easy part, nobody even cast a second glance when I walked in with that same ill-fitting varsity jacket but the hard part was picking your lock. That lock was one hell of a bitch to pick but I know what I’m doing. It might have taken longer than I would have liked but I made it.

Your dorm room was messy but not too messy, it’s an organised mess if you will. When I first stepped in, the first thing that caught my attention was the ungodly number of empty coffee mugs lying around and the stack of papers and lecture books filled with highlighted text. Your room smelled like black coffee and honey shampoo and I never thought it was a combination that worked but it did. Your wardrobe is simple with a few essentials but I see that you are not a spender. The off-white blouse you wore the day we first met is hung, crisp and ironed and I reached out to feel the fabric between my fingers. I love the way it smells like you here and I could spend forever here but I can’t so I looked around for what I came to look for.

“Bingo,” I whispered under my breath as I saw your laptop sitting at your desk, amidst scattered pens and stray pieces of paper. The same hideous curtains hang over your windows and I pushed them away as I booted up your laptop and here we are.

My thumb swipes quickly to your to-do list and from there, I know that you had plans to come here to purchase a book you had been eyeing - a 1932 original copy of Aldous Huxley’s ‘Brave New World’.

It seems like you’ve found it when your eyes brighten and you pick out a ratty looking book with the largest, most lovable grin I’ve seen on your face. You walk over to the cashier where the same shop clerk sits, staring into thin air with that dazed look in his eyes, daydreaming of god knows what. If I had someone like that working for me back at the hardware store, they wouldn’t last a week.

My phone suddenly rings and both you and the clerk turn to look and I want to curse out loud but I simply tip my cap and move away. I stare at the caller ID and it’s the store.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jaehyun. Do you think you could come back to the store soon?”

It’s Haechan and the kid has such poor timing.

“Why? I’m on lunch break. I’ve left you and Lucas in charge, haven’t I?”

Lucas is a new employee of the store who I hired the other day but I’m not sure I made the right decision doing so. All hawaiian shirts and silver neck chains with a hairdo styled to look twice the size of his own head, he didn’t exactly look ready to start selling ropes and tools but I decided to have faith anyways. I’m nothing if not forgiving.

Everything about this call feels a little off and I have the sinking feeling that someone bailed.

“Lucas kind of left halfway through. Said he had an urgent appointment.”

I am disappointed but not surprised. That’s usually the deal with people - they are such disappointments.

I can only sigh, ignore the annoyance in me and reply, “I’ll be back soon. Give me half an hour.”

“Aight. Gotcha.”

As soon as I hang up, I become aware of the distress emanating from the counter. I turn and see you fumbling around your bag, your eyes squinted with disbelief and worry. There is anxiety radiating from you and the store clerk looks on, unbothered if not a little irritated. Before I can stop myself, I call out, “Is there something wrong?” I almost want to kick myself for doing something so foolish but the anger dissipates quickly as soon as I make eye contact with you.

You look up frantically and you know me so your shoulders relax but your eyes widen with surprise.

“Fancy seeing you here!”

I feign surprise as well and chuckle, “wow, we keep running into each other.”

You smile but don’t say anything and I feel a spark of happiness within me. You can feel it too, can you?

“What’s wrong?” I ask and your chin lowers with embarrassment while you continue fumbling.

“I can’t find my wallet.”

I look at you, trying not to smile. Are you doing this on purpose expecting me to swoop in to help you? Could this be your way of starting a conversation and possibly a solid connection? I have to admit, it’s unconventional but I like it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll foot the bill for you.” I say, drawing out a wad of cash in my coat pocket. I want to charm you like you want me to, I see what your game is and I’m more than willing to play it. You immediately frown and attempt to push my arm away, protesting that I shouldn’t and that ‘I’m too kind’ and with each word you say, I can’t help but notice the way your hand grips on my arm and the way your lips pout.

Seriously, you’re good. You have to be careful how you wield that pretty mouth though.

You are still attempting to stop me but then finally you relent with a sigh.

“Alright, fine. Thank you so much though. I should treat you to coffee or something, you’ve helped me so much in the times we’ve ran into each other. It really is a small town.” You say, grinning gratefully at me and I feel like I’m on top of the world.

“Hey, don’t mention it.”

We’re leaving the store and you drop your book into your bag before you groan. I turn to you curiously and you have a deadpan expression on your face as you withdraw your wallet from your bag.

I knew it.

“It’s been in here the whole time, buried beneath my cardigan.” You roll your eyes before drawing out a note.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I ask as you hand it to me.

“Paying you back?” You cock your head like you’re confused and it makes you look so fucking cute I almost want to lean forward and kiss you.

“Nah, it’s fine. You don’t have to.” I wave but you cry out, “I insist!” You are more persistent than I thought. Before I can reject you (I like this back and forth game we’re having), you suggest, “How about I buy you coffee at the very least?”

I feel my lips quirk into a grin. Ah yes, coffee. The starting point of most romantic relationships.

“Sure.”

Sicheng has been having a slow day at work, manning the dessert counter as he watched Jaemin text excitedly on his phone, no doubt talking to another girl, different from last week’s. He leans his head against his palm, elbows resting on the glass case, boredom written all over his face at which Sana tutted.

“Any way you can try to look a little less deadened?”

“I’m just tired, Sana. I had a long night last night.” Which was true to say the least. As a biochemistry student, he had numerous lab reports to finish and countless meetings to attend. By the time he’d showed up for his shift, Sicheng had already been thoroughly drained.

She looked at him with a look of sympathy before she sighed.

“Fine, alright. Look, if you need anything, you can help yourself to some coffee in the backroom.”

He smiled at her weakly. “Thanks.”

A sudden tingling sound at the door made by the door chime startled him, making his eyes shoot open and he turned his attention to the incoming customer.

“Welcome to…!”

Instantly, he could feel his cheeks heat up as a blush crept up his neck and to his face. It was her again. That girl he’d found cute and promptly made a fool of himself every time she dropped by. Today, she looked radiant as always, with a bright smile on her face, her infectious bright energy filling up the empty cafe. Just the sight of her made his heart pound and he was suddenly aware of how unkempt he must look.

His hair was disheveled and his eyes felt crusty. There were dark circles hanging underneath his eyes and his shirt was wrinkled, having thrown it on in a haste to make it for work.

The smile on his face however, quickly dropped when he saw that you had someone with you. Despite himself, he tried not to compare himself to the man by your side. What this man was, he wasn’t. With a soft, dark brown hair that framed his handsome face perfectly, there was no denying that this man was attractive even by male standards. Tall, athletic in build with a charming dimpled smile to match, Sicheng definitely paled in comparison. Somehow, Sicheng felt like he had seen him before, perhaps as a patron but now, he knew for sure he’d remember his face. He was with you after all.

The two of you seemed to be talking before the man left to sit at a nearby table, his eyes following you as you walked over to the counter.

“Are they together?” He wondered to himself as Jaemin took your order. From where he sat, he found himself staring at you before he caught himself and shook out of his daze. He blinked furiously, his face turning red. How could he let himself look so obvious? It was then when he felt a pair of eyes on him and he turned to see the man you’d come in with staring directly at him.

Sicheng stiffened as he held the man’s gaze, feeling an odd chill down his spine. There was something cold, dark beneath those dark eyes that seemed so kindred at first glance but there was no way he could ignore what he’d just felt. It felt like his stomach had dropped to the floor, a fear wrapping around him and just as soon as he felt it, the man turned away.

What the hell was that?

“Right, black coffee with no sugar, no milk?” You ask, holding out a steaming mug of hot, black liquid to which Jaehyun accepted gratefully with both hands, his dimples showing as he beams at you.

“That’s right, thank you.”

You laugh, “I owed it to you.”

At the sound of your laughter, his smile grew wider and he tipped his mug towards you.

“Well, I guess we’re even now.”

“Not really,” you shrug and he lifts an eyebrow at you questioningly. “Hm?”

“You helped my friend and I back there at the party yesterday. I still owe you for that one.”

Understanding dawns upon him as his lips form a small ‘o’. “Oh… I see. Right.” He continues, “Well, you’ve already bought me coffee. Isn’t that enough?”

“I feel bad,” you chuckle and he does the same.

“Why don’t you give me your number then? Maybe one of these days when there’s a chance, you can buy me a meal.” He says casually.

You ponder over his suggestion for a bit before grinning.

“Alright.”

As the two of you exchange numbers, you suddenly receive a call. You look towards Jaehyun who nods before you mutter a soft apology and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? Are you free tonight?”

You glance at Jaehyun but he’s looking away, sipping quietly on his coffee.

“I’ve got a project to complete tonight. Why?” You whisper into the phone, turning away from him.

“Just thought we could have dinner. It’s been a while, y/n.”

You chew at your lip, mentally working out your schedule. On one hand, the landscaping project is due next week and considering the time crunch, you would need all the time you can get to perfect it yet on another, it’s really been awhile since the two of you had dinner. Surely, just one meal wouldn’t hurt?

“Alright, ok.” You reply and you can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Great, I’ll pick you up at 7. I’ll see you!”

“See you.”

I notice the lifting tilt in your voice, the kind of voice a girl makes when she’s simpering and the slight flicker of excitement and joy in your eyes put me on high alert. I know it’s not your friends because I’ve seen you with them and I feel a sense of dread start to creep in. Underneath that dread, a green eyed demon starts to stir.

Who the fuck was that?

You see me staring and you grow shy, avoiding my gaze and being so unaware of how that makes my heart race and my jeans just a little tighter. I beam at you, careful not to sound too desperate or overeager.

“Who was that?”

What you say next hits me with such a pang that I struggle to keep my smile on my face.

“Oh, it’s just my boyfriend,” you smile with that smile that isn’t mine and only mine anymore.

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moonbeamsung · 3 years ago

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[7:09pm] z.cl

wc: 409 ; warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, and intoxication ; networks: @neoturtles

When it comes to a restaurant as romantic as this, there’s nothing more humiliating than being the only party of one. Not even the bonus of a cheaper bill outweighs the embarrassment you currently feel. Waiter!Chenle’s eyes fall on the secluded corner where you’re sitting, a dejected expression on your face.

But you might as well appreciate the atmosphere. The jazz music playing has an intimate lilt, its saxophone scales and piano melodies floating through the air to intertwine with the indistinct chatter of nearby couples. Twinkling sounds of sparkling wine glasses and silverware fade in and out as your eyes take in the dim golden glow that falls over the exquisitely dark and elegant furniture.

The room smells of some lavish fragrance you could never afford, and the tablecloth feels like velvet beneath your fingertips. No wonder the place is famous for bringing people together; it’s impossible not to fall in love with it.

Tonight is a weeknight, and therefore a slow one, so Chenle is hardly surprised by his almost vacant section. You and your half-empty, two-person table are all he has to attend to, but the open seat proves strangely inviting.

He makes every excuse to stop by all throughout the evening, refilling your glass and dropping off spare napkins any chance he gets. You’re not quite sure why the server with such a brilliant smile and the most intoxicating features has taken such a liking to you, but you don’t mind. You could get drunk on his stare alone, so you’re glad you didn’t order any champagne.

“How was everything?” He inquires just after you’ve taken one last bite of your meal, the intonation of the words rising along with his heart rate.

You twirl your fork and respond first with a nod, a coy grin tugging at your lips. “Everything was great, Chenle.”

Oh, how he loves when customers address him by name. It’s personal, thoughtful. But coming from you, it’s another level of cloud nine.

“I’ll bring you the check,” he adds, then races back to the kitchen to conceal the pink that’s beginning to flood his cheeks.

When you’ve left and it’s time to clean up your table, he exits the kitchen sluggishly, not at all expecting to see any trace of your presence besides a few bills and loose coins. But in addition to a generous tip, there’s a lovingly-scribbled phone number waiting for Chenle on his copy of the receipt.

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heejinnien · 4 years ago

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bts | roses epilogue

word count: 1.2k words

pairing: bts x reader

synopsis: y/n is a member of the seoul behavioral analysis unit. usually, she’s the cat in the typical game of cat and mouse played with the criminals they catch, but when a mysterious string of murders has her on edge, she discovers she’s caught the attention of one of a dangerous criminal — and he’s determined to make her pay for it.

or, not all attention is the good kind.

genre: horror, angst

warnings: yandere themes, descriptions of gore, descriptions of violence, murder, the reader carries a gun because they need to defend themself against bad guys, guns, manipulation, victim blaming, this is overall just a very dark fic

author’s note: this is the conclusion to my series, roses! it is important to note that this chapter is not written from the same perspective as my other chapters. when attempting to determine the mindset of an unsub, profilers will use “i” or “you.” while this chapter uses you and takes place in second person, it is important to note it is not from the reader’s perspective.

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Tap, tap.

You drum your fingers idly against the wooden surface of the cafe table, checking the display of your watch. He’s late, you note, although you’re sure he was probably distracted with Y/N. You decide to wait ten more minutes for him before leaving. You’re supposed to be dead, and it’s too risky to remain out in the public eye for long. At that thought, you shift in your seat, pulling the brim of your hat down further. The way you’re angled is away from the cafe’s security cameras, and the chilly spring weather provides a perfect excuse for your long coat and hat. It’s the first time in your life that you’re glad you have the ability to blend in, and no one notices you as they pass by.

“You’re here already.”

A familiar voice causes your head to snap up, fingers tightening around the drink you had bought when first arriving. You relax when you see it’s just Jungkook. Unlike you, he’s wearing casual attire, no urgent reason requiring him to hide like you have to.

“Our meeting time was ten minutes ago,” you say stiffly, staring at Jungkook as he pulls out the seat across from you and sits down. If he feels uncomfortable from the way you’re staring at him he makes no indication of it, merely pulling the sunglasses off of his eyes and folding them, hooking them on his shirt.

“Well, I got a bit sidetracked. You know how it is.” Jungkook’s eyes gleam predatorily. Though the topic of conversation is light and to any passerby would sound innocuous enough, the hidden meaning is all but thinly veiled.

You hum noncommittally as a waitress stops by your table and Jungkook orders a latte. She looks a lot like Y/N, you silently note, with dark hair and eyes. You quickly shut that train of thought down, growing uncomfortable if left thinking about your former teammate for too long.

As soon as the waitress leaves, Jungkook’s gaze shifts back to you. “You’ve healed up nicely,” he observes, no question in his tone.

“Well, I had plenty of time,” you respond dryly, mind flickering back to the past few months spent in hiding. This is the first time you’ve gone out in public after the NIS officially declared you “deceased.” For the first few days, you kept up with the news, wondering if the officials had somehow connected what had happened to you in any way, but after a while you decided you couldn’t stomach it anymore. Every mention of it brought you back to that moment, the feeling of your teammate’s life leaving him as your hands wrapped around his throat, eyes flashing with betrayal.

“You seem to be faring pretty well yourself,” you note, refusing to let your mind wander. The first few times you had been in contact with Jungkook after the event, he had said Y/N had attacked him, resulting in injuries to both parties. There’s no trace of that now, Jungkook’s features as perfectly proportioned as before. You shudder to think about what Jungkook has been doing to your former teammate. You know her and how spirited she is, and you vaguely wonder what she’s like now.

If she’s still the woman you once loved.

You silently scoff at yourself, at how cowardly you’ve become. Once, you swore to uphold the laws of your country. Now, you’ve betrayed your country and your unit, and youu’re in hiding for murder.

The murder of your former unit, more specifically.

The sound of a mug hitting the cafe table forces your thoughts to stop wandering. Jungkook smiles at the waitress as she pulls a sugar packet out of her apron, giving the man sitting across from you a gentle smile as she tells him to enjoy his drink and leaves. You watch as Jungkook rips open the pack, pouring it into his drink and then stirring the dark liquid.

“What’s your plan?” Jungkook asks, scarcely saving you a glance as he sips his beverage. You’re glad he isn’t looking at you; you’re not sure you can control your emotions if he looks at you for long.

“Probably leave the country,” you admit. “I know someone who does fake IDs, and he can get me a passport.”

“Where would you go?” Jungkook’s gaze finally slides to yours, and you use all your years of profiling and behavioral analysis to appear unruffled, as if you’re merely talking about a vacation you plan to go on instead of the country you’re fleeing to after committing murder.

“I’m not sure yet. Maybe London.”

“I know you’ve always wanted to go there.” Jungkook flashes you a soft smile, pausing to take a sip of his drink. “You don’t have to leave, you know.”

“It’s better this way,” you say quickly, and you know it’s true. Maybe it’s further proof of what a coward you are, but after everything you can’t bring yourself to care.

Jungkook nods and sets his mug down, clearing his throat. “Well, I guess this is it then.”

“I guess it is.”

Jungkook stares at you, a glimmer of something in his dark orbs. You rip your eyes away before you can delude yourself into thinking that Jungkook is actually capable of loving someone, that the expression in his face is love and care for you, that he’s even capable of such emotions.

Psychology would tell you no. Sociopaths can’t feel true emotion. But you cling on to the desperate thought that Jungkook is capable of feelings, that he has a conscience, that maybe he wakes up at night in cold sweats like you because of what you’ve both done.

Once upon a time, you loved Y/N and Jungkook. You just loved one of them more.

“I should go, I can’t be out for too long with the face of a deceased person,” you joke, hoping that your words don’t sound as cringy as they do in your head.

“Even with the face of a deceased person you’re still handsome,” Jungkook says softly, and now you can’t ignore the way your heart wrenches, the way you’re undeniably, inexplicably in love with this man.

“Please don’t,” you whisper, throat suddenly clogged. You clear it loudly, ignoring the hurt that flashes across Jungkook’s face for a split second.

The familiar feeling of anxiety bubbles within you, an emotion that has been no stranger to you the past few months. You push back your chair and stand, the wooden seat scraping loudly against the floor. You see a few cafe patrons glance your way, and now the anxiety that has bubbled within you is quickly rising, ready to erupt like a vat of lava.

“I have to go,” you say quickly, gripping your hands tightly in front of you to hide the tremor that runs through them.

“Wait — ”

“Bye, Jungkook,” you murmur, cutting the younger man off. You give him a soft smile, sadness leaching through despite your best efforts to keep your emotions buried, and you know in your gut that this is the last time you’ll see him.

“Bye, mi amor,” Jungkook says softly, and for a second he’s no longer a serial killer or a psychopath. He’s the boy you once loved, the boy you still do love, the boy you wish you could spend the rest of your life with, the boy you committed murder for, the boy you threw away the rest of your life for, the boy you turned into a monster for.

And with that you turn, already thinking about how you’re going to forge the next chapter of your life.

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