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Natural Borns - Chapter Eleven (TRIGGER WARNING)

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Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, smut (NSFW)

Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual)

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNINGS!!! depictions of unwanted medical procedures, depictions of sexual assault - take this warning seriously, thoughts of death, suicidal thoughts?, wanting to die, restraints, needles, blood, crying, shitty medical descriptions (probably), depression, cursing, anxiety, a whole lot of sad and angst. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it?

Word count: 8.1k~ it’s a big one

A/N: hi there! I apologize in advance for this horribly written chapter. I did not edit it, like I said I would, because life happened. This chapter is fucking heavy, man. But I wrote it in a way that you can completely skip this chapter if you want, and move on to the next one when it comes out. This chapter focuses entirely on what YN goes through at the facility and her escape. It will eventually be explained in later chapters in less detail, so if you don’t want to read about sexual assault, etc, then skip this one. I can’t stress this enough, if you are sensitive to any of the topics listed above, DO NOT READ THIS. You’ve been warned.

The younger two fall asleep rather quickly, having been spent from hiking all the way into town, but what Hoseok wouldn’t tell them is that he laid in bed until the early hours of the morning, listening to the soft sobs of Jungkook next door.

Your body was so dehydrated from crying over the last day, that even as you try to cry, no tears come.

The testing started this morning, with a nurse you didn’t recognize bringing you to a new room, a sterile, metallic room with a lot of medical equipment you’ve never seen before. It looked like an operating room out of one of your mom’s kdramas. It scared you, more than you were expecting, to see such a cold, lifeless environment.

Once you were alone with the nurse, she had you strip out of your white clothing, letting you know they were going to run some tests. You were hesitant, not wanting to be even more vulnerable in front of these strangers, but Yeonjun’s words echoed in your head. You need to comply, need to submit, or else - well, you didn’t want to think about what would happen if you didn’t.

Once you were undressed, you handed over your folded clothes to the woman, who put them into what looked like a laundry hamper. She had you lay on the bed, where she placed a thin white sheet over top of your body. For a moment, you felt like a corpse, ready to be sliced open and given an autopsy. The room you were in kind of reminded you of a morgue, at least, the temperature definitely resembled one.

Your time with the nurse wasn’t entirely unpleasant, though it was nearly freezing in the room, your naked body shivering every few minutes from the frigid temperature. She ran some basic tests, like checking your temperature, blood pressure, and drawing a few vials of blood. You felt like you were getting a check-up at the doctor’s office, and idly thought that if this was what it would be like, you supposed you wouldn’t mind being here too much. You were never really a fan of needles, but you’ve had your blood drawn a handful of times, and it was never too scary. The worst part about this was the freezing temperature, which you made a mental note to ask Soomin about later, if you saw her.

When the quiet nurse finished checking your ‘vitals’, as she had called it, she left you alone in the room, telling you to rest and a doctor would be in later to run some more tests. You complied, laying back on the stiff bed, and closed your eyes.

When you awoke next, you were met with a pair of icy grey eyes, behind a pair of round spectacles, staring down at you. You jump in surprise, head bumping against the hard table you’re laying on, making you grunt out in pain.

The man above you didn’t seem phased what so ever, and continued to stare down at you, clipboard in hand. When you take a moment to look at your surroundings, you realize that he isn’t the only person in the room, in fact, there are four other men in here with you, all staring at you with inquisitive eyes.

When you look down, you gasp out loud, realizing the thin sheet you had been covered with earlier had been removed from your body, leaving you completely nude and visible to these men. “I- I,” you start, bringing one arm up to cover your chest, the other coming down over your crotch, trying your best to shield yourself from their prying eyes, “I - hey!”

The man with the unnatural eyes moves closer to you and without your permission, grabs a lock of your hair gently, looking at it as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Your eyes widen as you stare at him, mouth slightly agape, feeling strangely violated, even though he didn’t actually touch your body.

“Seems natural,” the man stated, another, shorter, man behind him writing something down on his clipboard, “take note of the freckles.”

Your eyes get even wider as you watch the man take what looks like a pen… maybe a stick? You aren’t sure, and drags it down your cheek and under your chin, tilting your face up at him. Your breathing starts to quicken, as you feel almost like cattle at an auction, or a purebred dog at a show. It doesn’t feel natural, it feels wrong… dirty, like you’re about to be sold to the highest bidder.

“Perfect lip shape, even,” he tuts as he turns your head to the side, grey starting to dot your vision as your head swims with confusion and embarrassment, “ears are uneven though. We may need to fix that.”

Fix that!? What the hell did this guy mean?

The strange man let the pen drop and your head snapped to the side as you saw two female nurses, who you hadn’t noticed standing behind you until now, come up to flank either side of you. When you looked up to your right, you saw the quiet nurse from earlier, and she sent you an apologetic smile as she gripped your right arm. You looked on in horror as the nurse, whom you didn’t recognize, on your other side, grabbed your left arm, essentially pinning you to the table.

Now, with nothing to cover you, you try to squirm away from their grasp, wanting nothing more in the world than to be able to cover yourself. You felt so wrong, so violated, being on display for these people. It felt inhumane, and you wished with all of your might that it would end. There are salty tears streaming down your cheeks, mixing with mucous from your runny nose, as you plead with the two men who are nearing closer to you.

“P-please, please!” You squeal when one of them grabs your ankle, bringing up a restraint from under the table, locking it in place. “P-please!” You scream, your voice breaking as you plead with them to stop. Your cries are becoming erratic and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded at the lack of oxygen, but you don’t stop, you can’t stop thrashing and yelling as he grabs your other ankle and attaches it to the bed.

You’re so focused on trying to escape their clutches, that you don’t notice one of the other men step up to your side and inject your thigh with something, but you do feel the sting of the needle and the immediate cold shot that travels through your leg and up to your chest. Your eyes snap open at the feeling.

“W-what is happening, w-hat a-are you doing to me!” You scream, your voice cracking with the high pitch you’re involuntarily using.

The men around you don’t even seem to hear you, too engrossed in their disgusting survey of your body. It’s surreal, the way they continue their business like you don’t exist. You almost feel like you’re in a movie, and you’re watching this happen to someone else, someone you don’t know, but when you feel a cold, gloved hand on your calf, it snaps you back to reality.

Jerking your head up to get a better view of what’s happening, you see a different man from before, this one is tall and skinny, blonde hair, and has a scar on his right eyebrow, grasping your calf, squeezing at the muscle there. “Athletic muscles, I would say she either played a sport, or ran track.” The other men hum and nod as your mouth drops open as you continue to sob. What was happening to you?!

Before you can even start to process the absurdity of what was going on, you feel something cold poke at your crotch. Immediately you try to flinch away from it, looking down to see one of the men holding what looked like one of those metal things the gynecologist uses to do a checkup.

“N-NO!” You screech, trying with all your might to back away. It’s no use, as you are fully restrained, but you can’t watch this happen to you, you cannot bear to witness what was about to take place. “N-no! PLEASE, s-s-stop!” your voice waivers, but you do your best to keep your eyes trained on the man holding the tool.

Finally, for the first time, the man acknowledges your presence by looking at you. He’s middle-aged, salt and pepper hair with a black goatee. Your face twists further in pain as he looks as you, a cold stare almost as if he’s looking right through you. The expression he wears is one of boredom, like you’re nothing but a nuisance to him right now. You sob harder at the thought that you were no longer seen as a human, a person with feelings and thoughts, but merely as a test subject, a body, flesh and bones.

“I-I’m a virgin,” you whisper in the smallest voice you think is possible, eyes unable to focus on anything as your pupils twitch nervously. Your mouth is falling open and snapping closed like you want to say more, but you’re unable to form anymore words.

You look down in horror as the man’s expression doesn’t change, instead, he seems to… smirk. You throw your head back against the table and scream out as he inserts the tool into your body, the foreign stretch painful. Your body is wracked with painful sobs as he continues his inspections, gloved fingers entering you and feeling around. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and it feels so fucking wrong. You feel so disgusting.

All you can do is cry on the table and let them finish whatever the hell they were doing, when finally you feel him pull away from you. You let out a sigh, eyes slipping closed as you feel like it’s finally over, blood rushing to your head, making your ears pound.

“Definitely a virgin,” the man says to his colleagues, “we will run a few more tests to make sure she’s fertile, but so far it seems she will be the perfect specimen.”

Yeonjun’s words from before rush back into your head, swimming around your brain. They were going to breed you, to use your body and your eggs to create more human beings like you. Like the boys. And you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

“We can start the hormones tomorrow, but we need to make sure her eggs are viable. We can do an extraction today.”

Your eyes pop open at this, your breathing still ragged as you listen to the men talk about you, the female nurses still holding your arms tightly, despite the fact that you’ve long since given up fighting. You don’t think you have any more fight left in you.

“Yes sir, we’ll get it done within the hour,” another man answers the other before walking out of the room. Your crying has turned into wheezing sobs as the rest of the men follow after him.

“Don’t feed her,” the salt and pepper man says to the nurses, “hook her up to an IV and get some fluid in her. She can’t be dehydrated for the procedure.” His tone was cold, uncaring as he spoke to the nurses who nodded in response.

When he turns to leave, he makes it all the way to the door before turning around, one hand on the doorknob, and looks directly at you. “I’ll be back for you later,” he starts, looking down and seemingly chuckling to himself, “you’re going to be fun.”

You pale at his words as he exits the room, leaving you and the nurses in utter silence. You don’t have much experience with people, other than your schoolmates, Mina, Woo, and the boys, but you understand the hidden meaning in his words, and it absolutely breaks whatever resolve you have left to stay strong. Your walls crumble down, silent sobs wracking your small frame as you weep on the exam table.

You’re so far gone in your dark thoughts you don’t realize the nurses have inserted an IV drip into your arm and secured both arms to the table with some kind of elastic restraints. Before they leave you to the depths of your mind, they drape the thin sheet back over you. They tried to speak to you, to let you know they’d be back, but you didn’t hear them. Their words fell on deaf ears as you lose yourself to the memory of Jungkook’s lips on yours.

Your first kiss. You mentally smile at the image of the two of you standing together near that stream, a storybook setting where he stole your first kiss. You hold on to that, because if you could have one first that is by choice, you’re glad it was with the sweet bunny boy, in a place so beautiful.

You’re so lost in the pitiful depths of your own mind, that you don’t notice a doctor and the two nurses from before entering the exam room. You’re still strapped to the table, but have long since given up struggling. It was no use, your arms were tightly at your sides, ankles locked onto the table. You’re resigned yourself to silently sobbing, thinking about what your life is doomed to end up like.

You long for the things you never got to experience before you were taken here, and a dark, self-deprecating part of you blames yourself for being so prude and stubborn. Your first kiss was just yesterday, and you’ve never done anything more than that, despite the plentiful offers from boys and men in your town.

You’ve never had a boyfriend, never properly held hands or cuddled with someone you shared feelings with, you’ll never have the chance to choose who you want to have sex with. You shudder at that thought, another sob making you heave.

“YN?”

You’re so weak, so entirely not yourself, you don’t have the will nor the energy to look at whoever is speaking to you. Instead, you continue staring up at the bright white ceiling, tears still silently rolling down your cheeks. You haven’t been able to wipe at them, and the wetness is starting to pool uncomfortably at your ears.

“YN, I’m Dr. Kim,” a kind voice continues, despite your lack of answer, “I’m going to be performing your procedure today.”

Your eyes slip shut, waiting for him to explain just what ‘procedure’ he means. He sounded kind, maybe, but you’ve learned not to trust anyone here, so you just wait.

The nurse next to you grunts in exertion as she drags a heavy cart to your bedside, beginning to set up what you assume are tools for whatever is about to happen to you. “YN we’re going to attempt an egg extraction. I’m going to numb you, so hopefully it’s not too uncomfortable for you, but I’m not going to lie and say it won't hurt.”

You almost roll your eyes at his caring tone of voice, you know it’s all fake. They don’t care about you, about your body, you’re just a sack of flesh, or you suppose eggs, in this case, to them. The nurse to your right starts removing the thin sheets from your body, making you wince away as much as you can at the touch. Every single touch against your skin makes you shiver, you wish they would just stop touching you.

Once the nurse has the sheet down low enough, exposing your arm and entire upper half, she gets to work inserting an IV into your arm, to which you don’t react. Maybe whatever they pump into you will make you sleep, or forget, or maybe die. You let out a humorless, dark chuckle, making the nurses look at you wearily. It’s anything but funny that you’ve been put in a position where you’d rather die than continue, but it’s a little ironic, isn’t it?

Your parents kept you shielded your entire life, never letting you have many friends, never letting you explore the town on your own, hell, you couldn’t even attend college. Your life was planned out for you from the beginning, since before you were even born. You were promised to a fate that was now a reality. Had you gone against their wishes, maybe you would’ve been able to experience some of the things that are now being violently ripped away from you, or maybe you would’ve been met with a nefarious end, but it couldn’t have been much worse than what’s happening now.

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you don’t realize the nurse has already administered something into your IV that is making your head feel a little floaty. When you try to wiggle your fingers and toes, you can still feel them, but they feel tingly, almost. It’s a strange feeling you don’t think you’ve ever experienced before. You furrow your brow as you feel your legs being moved against your will. When you try to pick your head up to look at them, you can’t, which freaks you out even more, but before you can voice your thoughts, an oxygen mask is placed over your face, aiding in making you even more dizzy.

Your eyes must’ve slipped closed at some point, because all you see is black. Are you sleeping? If you’re sleeping, then why do you feel so much pressure in your lower stomach? You try with all your might to open your eyes, but you fail every time. Next, you try moving your arms, your hands, anything, but nothing will move.

Absently, you feel the pressure in your abdomen increase, but you aren’t sure what the feeling is, as you’ve never felt something quite like it. It almost feels as if someone is trying to push out of your stomach from the inside. It’s weird, and almost painful. You try to focus on the feeling, hoping that it might ground you and make you more lucid than you are currently, but all it does is make you hyper focus on the almost-pain and that makes it more intense.

You want to yell out, to say something, to scream at whoever is pushing (pulling?) on your guts to stop! But you can’t. All you can do is lay there, stiff as a board, while whatever is happening to you continues to happen. Just when you think the pressure is starting to let up a bit, you feel an intense sharp pain on your left side of your body, near where you think your bladder is located.

If you were more conscious, you would have definitely rolled over or keeled over in pain at the feeling. It was sharp, like a needle or a knife, jabbing into you and then immediately pulling back. It felt kind of like if you were to pinch your skin really tightly between fingernails and then let go. The pain was instant and is slowly starting to subside, but left behind is a deep burning sensation that is akin to rug burn that you get when you skin your knee on the carpet. What the fuck is happening to you?

After the sharp pain, you feel the pressure retract from your body, and you are just mentally aware enough to remember your pelvic exam earlier. Whatever pressure you were feeling must’ve been through your vagina, if you had to wager a guess. The thought, while foggy, made you want to vomit.

The man in the room earlier said something about an extraction, was that what they just did to you? Were they extracting your eggs? Or were they inserting something into you? Whatever it was, it absolutely terrified you. Your mind flashed through all the possibilities: a tracking device, some kind of contraption, contraceptives, an embryo?! The last one terrified you beyond measure. Yeonjun had mentioned how they wanted to breed you, like some animal from a farm, was that what they were doing to your body?

While you were so caught up in your racing thoughts, you realize that whatever they did to you left behind a pulsing, burning, feeling where the initial pinch was felt, and you idly wondered if they would be putting pain medication in your IV, or if they would let you suffer. Probably suffer, you thought. Before you could really think much about it, you felt the strange pressure again, only this time you were certain it was between your legs.

Whatever they had given you earlier to make you loopy felt like it was slowly starting to wear off, and you started to hear voices talking beside you and you felt the sharp, pinching pain again, only this time it was on your right.

“They seem viable,” a man’s voice trailed off. You’re unsure if he stopped talking or your just stopped hearing, but the next voice you heard was distinctly female.

“She’s bleeding, doctor.” The voice sounded so calm. Surely blood couldn’t be a good thing, right? As you thought this, you felt something being roughly pulled out of you, making your whole body jerk downwards on the table. This time, the burning sensation was stronger, intense, in a way you couldn’t quite comprehend.

It felt like a hot knife was being twisted inside your middle, hot, sharp, but also, wet? The pain was so intense, even if you could move, you don’t think you’d physically be able to. You were still too out of it to move your body or open your eyes, but you could feel the pain full fledged now, sending alarm bells off in your brain.

You were dying.

You had a gut feeling of impending doom, one of which you haven’t ever had before in your short twenty three years of existence. You were bleeding out on this damned table. You could feel it. Aside from the fact that you felt like your stomach had just exploded from the inside out, you could feel the blood running out of you. It was warm, almost hot, sticky, and wet. You could feel it begin to pool under your thighs and start to seep up your back. You were so certain that you were about to meet Death himself.

Would that be such a bad thing, though? You try to temporarily distract yourself from the pain, and now pressure of someone pushing on your abdomen, by wondering what it might feel like to die. You were shocked that you even had the wherewithal to think these things, when your lower half was literally on fire, but you always have had a high pain tolerance. If this was dying, you thought, it wasn’t so bad. Maybe you would finally be out of your misery.

Your last coherent thought after you heard the shouting of multiple people around you, was of the bunny boy, and his lips against yours.

Cold. Bare, and cold. Those were the only two words running through your mind as you hugged your arms tightly to yourself, eyes squeezed shut, as you sat shivering on the cold ground. Where were you? You looked down at your body, only to gasp aloud at what you saw. You pull your hands away from your legs, seeing you are completely naked, covered in blood from the waist down.

Immediately you try to stand up, panic settling in your bones as you spin around, taking in your surroundings.

What the fuck is happening…

You’re completely surrounded by darkness. Is this a dream? You look down to see you’re standing in what looks like really shallow water. You can’t feel any pain, even though you look like you’ve just been brutally stabbed, so you realize this must be a dream, or some sort of creepy purgatory.

You lean down to tap at the water substance, only to find the surface of it to be completely reflective, and you see yourself staring back up at your pale, thin face. You can’t remember what you look like in real life, but you blankly think that this isn’t what you looked like last time you looked in a mirror.

You look sick, dead, even. Your face is so thin and sunken in, it looks like you’ve been starved for weeks. Quickly, you tear your eyes away from the reflection, not wanting to dwell on why you’re dreaming up these things… You furrow your brow as you wrap your arms back around your frame.

It’s chillingly cold, wherever you are. Dreamland, purgatory, Hell, you aren’t sure anymore. All you know is you don’t want to be here anymore. You want to go home. Home. Where is your home, now? You silently let even more tears fall down your cheeks at the reminder that you’re stuck in that god forbidden laboratory, and you’ve suddenly wanted nothing more than to run into your mother’s arm. She took care of you, right? She must harbor at least some sort of love for you.

You sniffle, shaking your head back and forth, trying to rid yourself of your thoughts of them. They aren’t your family. You don’t even know if they are your biological parents, as you haven’t had the chance to ask any questions in this hellscape.

This hell… you start to recall what was happening right before you lost consciousness. Floating, you remember the feeling of floating and falling all at the same time. You remember not really being in the right frame of mind, but you also remember an intense pressure.

You gasp, hands flying down to grip at your lower abdomen. The pain, the pinching and burning, originated in your lower belly. When you look down to the spots your hands are covering, you don’t see anything, no outwards signs of abuse or pain. But it’s then that you see the steady drops of blood that have been falling from you, from your…

No. No, no, no. You slowly reach a hand down to run a finger through the crimson blood trailing down your inner thigh, only to bring it back up towards your face. With shaky eyes and gaping mouth, you realize that whatever they did, whatever caused the bleeding, had to do with your reproductive system.

How much blood had you lost? You blink away the tears as you fall to your knees on the wet ground, black water splashing around your pathetic frame. You let out a sob, only to realize you aren’t actually making any noise. Now that you think of it, you haven’t heard any noise since you ‘woke up’ here. You haven’t even heard your own cries or sniffles. You must be dead, that was the only thing your muddled brain could think of seeing how much blood was pooled underneath you.

A sinister smile spreads across your face as you close your eyes and throw your head back. If you were really dead, that meant you were far, far away from those monsters. You could finally rest, even if it was in this soundless, black abyss. Regardless of how bloody you were, you felt no pain, not like the excruciating pain you had been in before you lost consciousness. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. You think you’re lightly laughing, relishing in the thought that you could be rid of Big Hit, rid of your family, and rid of pain, but you can’t hear anything coming from your throat.

You slowly lay yourself down in the cool water, rolling onto your side, as you let the blood continue to flow. If you were going to die, at least you wouldn’t feel it.

“She lost a lot of blood,” a woman’s voice speaks into the quiet room, “we did our best, but there was a lot of damage to the ovaries.”

“What do you mean, damage?” A gruff tone asks the female.

You furrow your brows, your brain getting whiplash from seeping in and out of consciousness so often. You could hear a conversation taking place above you, but you weren’t sure who was there with you, or even where you were. You didn’t feel cold and wet anymore, but you could feel a dull pulsing in your stomach.

“Well, Doctor Kim said that only one was a viable ovary before the procedure, the other never having produced eggs…” the voice trailed off.

“But?” The only sound that could be heard over their conversation, was the beeping of a machine in the distance.

“But the other ovary was lost,” the woman says, reluctantly.

Confusion takes over you as the pulsing in your abdomen increases, bordering on painful.

“Fucking hell,” the man mutters, anger taking over his tone, “I told you idiots to be careful with this one. We need her. We can’t further this research without her.” The man sighs, exasperated, before he adds hotly, “Get out. Now!”

A door can be heard opening and closing quickly, leaving the only sounds in the room the faint beeping and the man's heavy breathing.

A few beats pass before the man approaches your prone body, running a hand up and down your arm. “Pretty little thing,” he tsks, “such a shame.”

Your barely conscious body tenses at the man’s words and touch. As he leans over you, caging your body in, you recognize it’s the salt and pepper man from before. Your eyes snap open just as his lips are about to collide with yours. Eyes wide and panic stricken, you abruptly sit up, smacking your face into his and making him stumble backwards, hand clutching his nose.

“You bitch!” he stutters out, knocking into a small metal table holding medical tools.

Your heart rate picks up, sending you tumbling into a fight or flight response, of which your body chooses the later. Jumping up quickly from the bed you were sitting on, you try to make a run for the door, but scream loudly when you feel the man’s hand around your waist, pulling you down to the ground on top of him.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” he screams, gripping onto your hips tight enough to bruise. You’re screaming bloody murder, trying to get out of his grip. You can feel the burning sensation in your abdomen grow with the exertion, but you don’t give up, trashing and twisting in his grip. “Stop fucking moving you whore!”

The man’s large hand leaves your middle, allowing you to move slightly away from him, before he reaches out and grips your long hair, pulling you roughly to the ground, the back of your head cracking sickeningly against the linoleum. Your eyes squeeze shut at the piercing pain shooting through your skull, a silent scream on your face.

The man moves himself so he’s on his knees, hand still wrapped tightly in your hair. He picks your head up slightly, only to slam it back into the floor for good measure. You whimper out in pain, unable to open your eyes at the searing feeling in the back of your skull. “You really think you can go anywhere? You’re fucking trapped in here, and you just made a very, very terrible mistake, young lady.” His tone was sinister, deep, and taunting. He was enjoying this, chasing you. “You could’ve laid there and taken this, could’ve been a good girl. But no, you chose this, remember that you slut. This is your fault!”

He stands up abruptly, taking your body with him and letting your body flail in his grasp as he moves back towards the hospital bed. He drags you behind him like a caveman, throwing you roughly onto the hard bed and immediately crawling over top of you. As soon as he is over you, you bang both of your hands against his chest, but it doesn’t make him budge. There are tears streaming down your face, and you don’t realize you’re still screaming until he slams a hand over your mouth, making your eyes bulge nearly out of your head. You try your hardest to shake your head back and forth to get him to release his tight grip on you.

“You’re going to shut. The. Fuck. Up. And take what I give to you, you stupid fucking bitch.”

The panic starts to rise, ten-fold in you, as you thrash even harder under this man. His grip on your mouth doesn’t let up, not even a little, as he brings his other hand up to land a slap to your cheek, making more tears flow down your face. The weight of what is about to happen to you sits heavy on your chest as you squeeze your eyes closed again.

“Such a pretty whore,” he whispers, bringing his hand to your chest, groping at your breasts under your hospital gown, “I’ll fuck this fight right out of you, girl.”

You scream as loud as you can against the palm of his hand as he rips away the front of your hospital gown and throws it behind him blindly. You’re screaming and crying, sniffling as snot coats the inside of the man’s palm. You’re screaming ‘no’, over and over again, but it’s only coming out as muffled noises. You don’t think anyone would even be able to hear you if you were able to scream, the doors were made of a thick metal.

Your mind briefly flashes to Seokjin, the gentle man with large hands that would soothingly rub up and down your back. The man on top of you continues to rip at your clothing, the thin white sports bra you don’t even remember someone putting on you, comes off you at lightning speed, being thrown behind him like the gown. You try to focus on Seokjin and what his soft, gentle hands would feel like. You try to remember what it felt like when he gently wrapped your wounds and rubbed your back in the shower.

Slowly, your tears start to let up, your sniffles getting lighter, as you imagine Jin’s hands are the ones touching your breasts, groping your thighs. It’s hard, because the man above you is so rough, his hands are nothing like Seokjin’s. They are rough and cracked and calloused, and you want nothing more than for Jin to be here, to soothe your wounds, to take care of you. The opposite of what is currently taking place.

You’re ripped from your thoughts when the man dips his thick, gross fingers under the hem of your white panties, pulling them roughly from your body with a snap. You barely register the pain of the elastic snapping against your hips, distracted from the searing hot pain in your lower belly when the man pushes your hips down.

You try to scream out in pain again, but it comes out as a garbled yell that turns into a sob when you feel his hands trailing down your stomach and dipping between your legs. This can’t be happening, you open your eyes only to find the man staring back at you, lust in his gaze. It makes you sick, and you think you’re about to vomit when he speaks again.

“You’re so wet, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you, slut?” He bites his lip and your eyes widen as he runs a finger through your slit. The pain that shoots through your body is immediate, your vagina still incredibly sore from the earlier events. You let out a high pitch noise in pain, trying your hardest to move your hips away from his touch, but he doesn’t let up, only pushing you down into the mattress harder by his hand on your face. “Gonna fuck this virgin pussy until you’re screaming for more.”

Before he can say anymore, you move your head up slightly and bite down as hard as humanly possible on the top of his hand. He immediately releases you, stumbling back off the bed, cursing loudly, as blood flows from his hand.

You spit out the blood that got in your mouth, to your side. When you look down, your eyes widen in horror at the spot of blood already on the mattress, presumably from his earlier ministrations on your already battered vaginal area. You’re panting, heart racing as you meet the man’s eyes again, only this time they are filled with anger, not lust.

The man charges at you again, making you back into the wall the bed is pushed against. “You fucking whore! Didn’t I tell you to shut up and take it?!” He screams in your face as he kneels on the bed, you try to scramble away from him, but you’re just met with the wall again, making you scream out as he pulls his fist back, before colliding it with your jaw. As he pulls back to land another hit, the door slams open.

“Dr. Byun!”

The man in question whips his head around towards the source of the sound, only to find the yellow haired therapist, Yeonjun.

“Your hand! Sir, you’re bleeding!” Yeonjun rushes forward, quickly taking in your broken and tattered appearance, pursing his lips, and turns towards Dr. Byun.

“T-This isn’t what it looks like, boy,” the doctor starts, standing up and cradling his bleeding hand against his chest, “you didn’t see shit, you hear me?”

“Yes sir, I understand. But you should really get that looked at, it looks deep and you could need stitches.”

Yeonjun looks like he is purposely ignoring you, trying to coax the older man out of the room. You cower into the corner as far as you can, pulling the thin white sheet with you to cover your form. You can’t help the sobs that emit from your small frame, sending a shiver down the therapist’s spine.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Dr. Byun mutters, walking towards the door, “call Jiwoo to take care of the specimen.”

You flinch at the name. Specimen, that’s all you are, right?

“Will do, doctor. Please, get yourself fixed up.” Yeonjun turns towards the man, bowing ninety degrees as he exits the room.

He waits a moment before turning back around, taking a deep breath and steeling himself for what he’s about to see.

When he turns around, you’re curled into a small ball, face against your knees, bawling likes he’s never seen anyone cry before. He’s worried you are going to suffocate yourself with how ragged your breathing seems to be, so he approaches carefully.

When he reaches the bed, he is unsure of how to proceed, so he gently reaches out to try and touch your elbow to let you know he’s there, but you jerk back, eyes snapping up to his as you let out a panicked scream. Yeonjun flinches and pulls back immediately, holding both hands up to let you know he means to harm, but you can’t focus on much else than what just took place. You were almost raped, you were raped. Your mind was starting to regress, trying to pull you away from the horror you just witnessed, and Yeojun, a trained therapist, could see it clearly.

He needed to get you out of here, fast, or who knows what would happen to you.

“YN, listen to me, honey,” he spoke quietly, making you look up at him helplessly, tears still actively flowing from your red rimmed eyes, “I want to help you, okay? I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to protect you from that man. Protect you from this place, okay? Can you hear me, YN?”

You look up at him, fear in your eyes, but nod along to his words anyways, trying your hardest to not let your mind slip, but it’s getting more difficult as you start to hyperventilate. Yeojun inches closer to you, taking your nod as permission, and places a gentle hand on your arm. His hand is warm, and soft, nothing like Dr. Byun, and it just makes you cry harder.

“YN, hey, look at me, please?” Yeojun asks quietly, prompting you to stare at the yellow haired male, “breath, sweetie. Deep breath, hold it. Relax.” You nod your head as you let out a deep breath through your nose, your fear addled mind deciding it would be okay to trust him. “Good, very good. Now, YN, I need you to listen, okay? I’m going to get you out of here. This isn’t a safe place for you, right?” You shake your head, biting your lip so hard you draw blood. “Okay, good. This is risky, YN so I need you to listen carefully.”

Silent tears slip down your cheeks, but Yeojun is quick to wipe them away, making your eyes slip closed at the kind gesture. “I’m going to wrap you up in that sheet, okay? It’s 2 AM right now, and there aren’t many guards on duty. We’re gonna sneak out of here, but I need you to be as quiet as a mouse. Can you do that for me?” Yeojun spoke softly and slowly, making sure to tap into the childlike mindset you were starting to fall into.

“O-o-okay,” you mutter out, tears, snot, and blood running down your face as you sniffle again. Your breaths are coming out in hiccups, and Yeonjun runs a soft hand carefully up and down your arm to calm you down.

“Shh, YN. Relax for me, I’m gonna get you out of here. Away from the awful man. I need you to trust me, do you trust me?”

You nod your head quickly, wanting nothing more than to escape this nightmare.

“Good. I’m going to pick you up now, is that okay?” You nod your head again, but tighten your grip on the thin sheet, now stained red with blood from various places on your body. Yeonjun utters a curse under his breath as he notices just how much you’re bleeding.

Without another word, Yeonjun scoops his arms underneath you and picks you up, cradling you against his chest. True to his word, he wraps the sheet tightly around you, but you still shiver, nonetheless. Moving quickly towards the door, he maneuvers his body so his scan card attached to his belt loop, scans on the door, opening it up. Peeking out in both directions, he slowly makes his way towards the cargo elevators located at the back of the building, careful to stay away from the security cameras along the way.

He knows this could get him killed, but a lot of things he’s done in his two years working here could get him killed. This time he wasn’t planning on coming back, no. They would realize quickly that you were gone and would figure out it was him that took you. You both had to run, preferably far from here.

Hugging you closer to his chest, Yeonjun runs up to the elevator, scanning his badge against the wall again. As he enters the elevator, he hears your soft whimpers against his shirt, and realizes that you’re shaking violently.

“Shit. YN, YN hey, I need you to stay awake for me,” Yeojun whispers, adjusting you so he can look at your face. Your eyes are closed and you’re having trouble keeping your head upright, letting it loll against his forearm. “Ah fuck! Hey, sweetie, we’re almost to my car, but I really, really need you to focus on my voice, okay?” Yeojun whispers loudly as he steps off the elevator and into the parking garage, running quickly to his dark blue sedan. You let out a soft groan as he jostles you slightly to reach his keys in his back pocket.

“I’ve got you, YN,” he says, opening the back door and laying you down against the cool leather. “You’re gonna be okay, you hear me? Hold on just a little longer.”

Yeojun closes the door and jumps into the driver’s seat, starting up the engine and making his way out of the garage unseen.

From the backseat, your drowsy state was making it hard for you to pay attention, but you tried to listen to Yeojun’s words from earlier, you wanted to be good, wanted to make him happy. You needed to focus.

“YN, can you hear me?” You let out a small groan from the back, letting him know you were listening, “Good, I need you to focus on me, okay? I’m calling Namjoon, I’m gonna let him talk to you.”

Your ears perk up at the thought of hearing Namjoon’s voice, and it’s that excitement that keeps you awake while you listen to the ringing of a phone echo throughout the small car. You head lolls to the side, giving you a full view of the blue lights on the dash. It’s blurry, but you try to focus on all the little buttons, trying to make out what each picture was, a feeble attempt to stay awake.

“Hello?” Namjoon’s deep voice, plagued with sleep, rings through the car.

“Joon, are you still at Wonho’s place?”

You hear shuffling on the other side of the phone before his voice rumbles out, “Yeah, yeah. What’s up?”

You whimper at the sound of his voice, wanting nothing more than to yell out for him, to scream and cry and beg for him.

“YN? Is that YN? What the hell is going on?”

“Calm down, Joon,” Yeojun soothes in the soft voice of his, “I have her. I had to get her out, I couldn’t wait any longer. W-what I walked into…” he trails off and you flinch at the reminder. Yeojun notices through the rearview mirror and decides he won't go into further detail.

“Yeonjun, what the fuck do you mean?”

“Shh, Joon, please. She’s not in good shape, please just let me bring her to you. She badly needs a doctor, she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“B-blood, what - what the fuck do you mean,” Namjoon’s voice wavers, and you hear shuffling again, “YN? Can you hear me?”

“She can hear you, but she’s barely conscious.”

You make a small noise again, trying your hardest to let him know you’re there, you’re alive. “YN, baby, please stay with me,” more shuffling and grunts from another male sound through the car, “we’re all here, we’re all waiting for you, okay? Please, please make it back to us.”

You hear a faint echo of your name in the background, and then footsteps and doors slamming as Yeojun tries to calm him down again, “Namjoon, I need you guys to stay calm, okay? I’m almost there, and I need you to prepare yourselves for what you’re gonna see. Keep Kook and the twins away, yeah?”

“YN?!” Seokjin. You let out a pitiful wail at the sound of his voice, and you can hear audible sobs on the other end of the phone. “YN, love, I’m so sorry, so so sorry.” You hear Jin’s choked sobs, and it only makes you cry harder, longing for him to be there.

“She’s going to need medical help, Jin, are you going to be able to handle it? I need you to pull yourself together, do it for YN.” Yeojun soothes again. You can barely make out the sounds of a phone moving around through the car speakers, before you hear Namjoon’s voice again.

“We got it Yeonjun, please, just hurry.”

“Almost there, give me ten minutes.”

You cry softly as Yenojun hangs the phone up and turns slightly to smile at you from the front briefly before turning back towards the road. “We’re almost there, YN,” he whispers, “you’re gonna be okay, just stay awake a little longer.”

You try, you really do. But the soft hum on the passing cards outside, and the gentle tone of Yeonjun’s voice lull you to sleep, the last thing on your mind is Seokjin’s warm embrace.

To be continued...

2nd authors note: hi. sorry for the horribly written, yet sad and graphic chapter. it was a little cringe, so I apologize. this was meant to give perspective to how YN is going to be going forward in the story. she is definitely going to be changed. let me know what you think!

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Chapter IV

San has never run this fast his whole life.

He can feel Wooyoung's breath shorten, his temperature dropping quickly.

San runs faster, going over the pack's border and yipping for help. He stops and sets Wooyoung down gently, he shifts back into his human form and picks up the freezing Omega. Hongjoong opens the door and San walks in going upstairs to his room, he kicks the door open and walks in setting the Omega onto the warm bed, he grabs as many blankets as he can and puts them over Wooyoung.

"You'll be okay Youngie."

San notices the door is closed and he mentally thanks Hongjoong for being so kind and understanding. He sits down on the bed and stays close to the shivering wolf, he places Wooyoung's head on his lap and kisses his head softly.

"You're safe Youngie. No one can harm you now." San watches as Wooyoung's body relaxes completely, the Omega stopped shivering a little and his breathing is more calm down.

San lays down and pulls the blankets even more over them, he rests his head on the pillow and closes his eyes, sleeping finally catching up to him as his mate sleeps next to him.

After San walked in his room carrying Wooyoung, Hongjoong closes the door and walks to his and Seonghwa's room. The 3 month pregnant male waddles a little to their bed and sits down, body shivering a little.

Seonghwa feels his mates discomfort and quickly rushes to their room."Joong baby?"

"I'm okay Hwa." Hongjoong replies.

Seonghwa nods and walks to him, sitting down next to him and pulling him close. Hongjoong rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes feeling Seonghwa rests his head on his.

"Hwa."

Seonghwa looks at him and sees Hongjoong staring at him with wide eyes, his mouth formed into a small pout and his thighs squeezing.

Seonghwa takes the hint and lays down the white-haired male on his back gently, he gently kissed his cheek softly and proceedes to take off their clothes slowly and tosses them on the floor.

Hongjoong spreads his legs wide as much as he can and watches as Seonghwa grabs a pillow and places it underneath him under his back, raising his lower half and legs up.

"Feeling comfortable love?" Seonghwa asks softly.

Hongjoong nods softly, shifting his body and spreading his legs as much as he can. Seonghwa leaves small, wet kisses on his inner thighs, marking the skin softly and tracing the milky flesh.

Hongjoong twitches at the touch and moans softly, small whimpers leaving his mouth as his body naturally produces the slick from his arousal.

"A-Alpha please-" Seonghwa looks up from between his legs and leans up, leaving kisses on the skin around his neck and throat."Soon baby, soon."

Hongjoong nods and whimpers again, hips bucking up into Alpha above him. Seonghwa decides that the Omega has been teased enough and pulls away, grabbing the small bottle of lube and pouring it on his length.

He grabs his hands and rests them above the Omegas head. Seonghwa slowly slides his length into Omegas needy hole, he groans at the warmth of Hongjoong's walls around his cock and bucks his up a little, watching as the Omega releases soft moans.

"A-Alpha need your k-knot." Seonghwa coos at his Omega and kisses his forehead softly, thrusting slowly and kissing the skin softly.

"You'll get it baby, you'll get my knot. Gonna pump you full of my seed. Wanna see your belly filled up with my cum. Gonna put another pup in you."

"P-please Alpha. Put another pup in me."

"That I will baby."

Seonghwa grips his hips, but not too tightly to injure the unborn pup. He speeds up his thrusts and noses along the Omegas scent gland.

He leaves a kiss there and pulls away, he sits up on his knees and watches his cock slide out of the Omegas hole, slick pouring and creating a sticky mess on Hongjoong's thighs.

He looks up slightly and sees the outline of his cock on the Omegas stomach. Hongjoong lifts his head up and sees the Alphas bulge in his stomach.

"A-Alpha."

"Soon baby."

Seonghwa feels his knot forming and speeds up his thrusts. Hongjoong's walls tighten around his length and he groans lowly, watching as the Omega comes and sprays their chest with cum. He thrusts a few times, gripping the soft skin and coming inside his Omega, his knot catching the rim and snuggly fitting in.

"So full Alpha." Hongjoong whines softly, whimpers leaving his mouth as the Alphas cum fills him up.

"You're carrying my pup baby." Seonghwa leans down and captures his lips into a sweet kiss. Hongjoong purrs softly and returns the kiss pulling his Alpha close and biting his bottom lip softly.

He leans down and noses along his scent gland, biting gently and licking the skin softly.

"You smell so much like me now baby."

"As I should be."

Seonghwa chuckles and pecks his cheek softly. He wraps his arms around the Omegas small frame and lays them down on their sides before removing the pillow and setting it behind Hongjoong's head so he can rest his head on it.

"Rest baby." Hongjoong chuckles and rests his head on the soft pillow, closing his eyes and enjoying the affection from his mate. Seonghwa kisses the crown of his head and strokes his cheek softly, watching his mate purr from the affection. He smells the air, his rosemary and Hongjoong's strawberry scents mixing together, his however is more present from the love making.

Hongjoong turns on his side and rests his head on Seonghwa's chest, closing his eyes and resting comfortably. He soon falls asleep to Alphas calming breathing and scent. Seonghwa pulls the covers over them and kisses his mark softly, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes letting sleep fall over him.

(¿-¿)

Wooyoung wakes up with his heart beating fast and panic on his veins. He looks around and than spots the blond male laying next to him, lips parted and chest going up and down slowly indicating that the Alpha is still sleeping.

Orchid wraps up his senses and his wolf howls a little, enjoying the calming and sweet scent.

Wooyoung moves closer to the blond-haired male and rests his head on his chest, snuggling closer when the Alpha pulls him close.

"Young-ah." Wooyoung looks up from his chest and locks gazes with San's amber eyes. The Alpha is looking at him with the same gentle smile and stare just like when they met for the first time.

"Sannie." Wooyoung breaks down into tears, his emotions a mess as the Alpha pulls him closer to his body and kisses his forehead softly.

"I got you baby. I got you pup." San rests his head on Omegas and kisses his forehead, temples, nose and cheeks softly.

"Y-You didn't come that d-"

San cuts him off and pulls him impossibly closer, kissing his head softly."I know baby, I know. I'll explain everything to you later. Okay?" Wooyoung looks at him with shiny eyes and nods.

San nods and strokes his hair softly."Are you hungry baby?" Wooyoung looks at him with a pout and nods.

San nods and gently gets up from the bed, he carries the Omega to the bathroom and sets him down gently, explaining how to use the controls and that he can use whatever shampoo or body wash he wants.

With a small nod from Wooyoung, San walks out of the bathroom giving the Omega privacy and goes to his closet pulling out the undergarments, fluffy purple sweater, sweatpants and fluffy socks. He walks into the bathroom again and sets the clothes on the counter. He hears the shower stop running and closes his eyes.

He can hear Wooyoung walking around him, drying himself off and putting the comfy clothes on.

"Sannie, you can open your eyes now."

San opens his eyes and sees that the Omegas silver hair is still wet so he grabs a dry towel and gently starts to dry the silver locks. Wooyoung lets him and purrs happily, his Omega howling in happiness and joy.

Once San is finished, he sets the towel back to let it dry and grabs a hair dryer from a cabinet and starts to actually dry his hair. He runs his fingers through the silver locks once dried and sets the hair dryer back, grabbing a hair brush and brushing the Omegas hair.

San smiles at Wooyoung's purrs and continues to do it. Once done he sets the brush back down and styles the Omegas hair similarly to his hairstyle.

"There. All good now baby?" Wooyoung nods.

San takes his hand gently and leads him out of his room, walk down the stairs and explaining where everything is.

They walk into the kitchen, hand in hand, where the rest of the pack is minus Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Sooyoung, Soojin, Soomin and Byeol.

"Where are the rest?" San asks Yunho.

"Hwa and Joong are still in their room after their little, ahm, activity. Min and Yeol are babysitting the twins in their room." Yunho replies to San.

San nods and walks to the kitchen island, sitting down on the high stool and pulling the Omega onto his lap. Wooyoung lets him and makes himself comfortable, he jumps a little when San wraps his arms around his waist and rests them gently on his hips. San taps his waist a few times in apology and pecks his head softly as well.

Yunho sets a large plate filled with cooked meat, rice and some kimchi. Wooyoung looks at the Beta confused. There's no way in hell he could finish all of this by himself.

Yunho notices his stare and chuckles, patting his head softly."Eat as much as you want. San will finish the rest."

Wooyoung turns his head around and looks at San with a raised eyebrow. San looks at him and chuckles, pecking his cheek and temple softly."Eat baby. I'll finish the rest." Wooyoung pouts a little and nods, grabbing his spoon and eating the rice.

While the Omega eats, Seonghwa and Hongjoong finally come down. The Alpha gently helping his Omega walk down the stairs with his 3 month old baby bump in the way. They walk into the kitchen and everyone bows their heads down in respect.

The eating Omega doesn't notice and continues to eat, happy and safe in San's arms as he eats his food.

Seonghwa chuckles and lets Hongjoong sit down, the Omega sighing in comfort and swinging his legs a little. Seonghwa grabs a plate for his mate and places a apple, bananas cut into small squares, strawberries and some blueberries. He sets the plate in front of his mate and kisses his temple softly.

"Woo baby." Wooyoung raises his head up and looks at San with a confused look.

"Do you want me to introduce everyone to you? That is if you want me to. I won't force you."

Wooyoung looks at everyone and nods.

San nods and looks towards the two leaders."The white haired is Hongjoong, he's a Omega and our Luna. His mate is Seonghwa," Wooyoung looks at the two mates who are happily watching him with fond gazes."Hwa is a Alpha and our Head Alpha. They're the leaders of Serenity Pack."

San looks at him and Wooyoung nods, confirming that he understood.

"Next to them are Jongho and Yeosang. Jongho is a Alpha and our strongest pack member and fighter, he's also the youngest. His mate is Yeosang who's also a Omega like you and Joong." Wooyoung takes a glance at the two and notices the size difference.

The two stand at a similar height but Yeosang seems shorter than Jongho. While Jongho is taller, broader and bigger, Yeosang is small, not too short with a soft feminine look. He also noticed that's the same case for Hongjoong and Seonghwa as well.

He turns his gaze to Yunho and waits for San to explain.

"Yunho is our only Beta and the tallest too. He's mated to Mingi," San points to the red haired make next to him."he's a Alpha and second in command."

Just as San finished his sentence two females carrying two children in their arms walk into the kitchen. The white-haired female sets the two children in their respective chairs next to Hongjoong.

San notices the confusion on Wooyoung's face and take his hand gently, squeezing his hand softly and stroking his knuckles.

"That's Soomin, Byeol, Sooyoung and Soojin. Soomin is a Alpha, she's a older sister to me and younger twin sister to Seonghwa," San makes sure Wooyoung understands and continues.

"Byeol is a Omega, she's the younger sister of Hongjoong. The two are mates as well. As for Sooyoung and Soomin, well, it's self-explanatory as to who their parents are."

Wooyoung scans the two children and takes a quick note that the two wolfs look exactly like mini Hongjoong and mini Seonghwa.

"Oh."

Everyone chuckles and San pecks his cheek softly.

"Okay since the introductions are done, you need to know the rules. They're pretty simple but it would be easier if Seonghwa explains them since he created them."

The rest of the pack get up from their stools and set their dishes in one box and walk away. Yunho takes the box and sets it on the kitchen counter, Mingi comes next to his mate and helps him with washing. Hongjoong turns his attention to the children and keeps them distracted.

Seonghwa goes around the counter and sits down next to the couple.

"Okay, they're pretty easy to follow. Don't worry though, there are no punishments unless they're needed."

"The only punishment you get is Hongjoong or Seonghwa, sometimes both, lecturing you. Like a mom and dad thing since they're the parents of our pack." San says behind him and Wooyoung nods.

Seonghwa gently smacks San's head and turns his gaze to Wooyoung and places a gentle hand on his hand.

"Rule 1: No disrespecting other wolfs ranks; we don't care if you're a Alpha and rude to others. You're kicked out and banished out of the pack.

Rule 2: Only true mates can mate. There is no Omega or Beta slavery here. This is because of Alphas who can't keep their dicks in their pants.

Rule 3: No disrespecting the Head Alpha, your Luna or your pack mates. You'll be banished and kicked out instantly.

Lastly, rule 4: Freedom. Everyone has their own freedom to do as they want but do not cross the unnecessary lines. You'll be an outcast and a rogue."

Seonghwa watches as the gears turn in Wooyoung's head, the Omega taking all of the information silently. After a bit Wooyoung locks his gaze with Seonghwa's and nods.

"Okay." Seonghwa smiles softly and kisses the Omegas forehead softly.

"If you have any problems such as heat, thoughts, bullying, you can talk to any of us. However with heat, you can talk to San, Hongjoong and Yeosang about it. San is your Alpha and he needs to know about it. Okay? If you haven't experienced it fully you can ask Yeo and Joong."

Wooyoung nods and Seonghwa gives him another kiss on the forehead and gets up, walking over to Hongjoong and the twins.

Wooyoung turns his body around and looks at San."Is that allowed? Kissing someone else when you're mated?"

San looks at him and chuckles."It's completely platonic don't worry. Hwa and Joong do it to all of us. It's just their parental instincts kicking in. We honestly don't mind."

Wooyoung nods. San pecks his forehead softly and gives the plate to Yunho who's still washing the dishes. San tugs at his hand gently and pulls him up, Wooyoung lets him and follows him, letting the older male drag him back to his room.

Wooyoung than remembers Seonghwa's words back in the kitchen.

"San is your Alpha and he needs to know about it."

Wooyoung blushes at the thought.

My Alpha?

He looks at San and smiles softly as they enter his — no, their —room.

My Alpha indeed.

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by the book (pt 23 ½)

you and jeonghan arrived at the girl’s dorm entrance. he walked in front of you, holding the door open. “after you,” he said, holding out his arm. “thanks dork.” you replied and walked through the doorway, missing the mocking look on jeonghan’s face in response.

“you know what, i should’ve let the door hit you.” he said as he sped walked to your right side. rolling your eyes, you pushed his arm. “yeah, like you really would’ve let that happen.”

jeonghan snickered and you two walked to the elevator. a few girls gave you weird looks, jealousy probably.

“oh my god, is that yoon jeonghan?”

“who is that with him?”

“what’s he doing in here?”

you managed to hear the not-so-quiet whispers of the girls that lived in your dormitory. jeonghan cleared his throat awkwardly, clearly hearing the gossip as well. you clicked the up arrow button on the elevator when you arrived, patiently and quietly waiting for it to open.

“the girls in your dorm aren’t very subtle, are they?” jeonghan questioned, allowing you to step onto the elevator first. you pressed the 4th floor button, “yeah, not really.” girls would be girls. you never really cared much about what other people said about you. if commenting on what you do made them feel better, then that only made you feel even more interesting. “i don’t really care though,” you added after a short moment of silence.

“that’s good,” jeonghan smiled at you, looking down at you. “you shouldn’t care what others think of you.” you smiled back at him but it faded quickly, remembering what you were going to do before he left. you fought with your brain and your heart about even still telling him. your brain knew better, but your heart didn’t want to hurt jeonghan.

the rest of the ride up was comfortably silent, aside from your internal screaming and fear of reaching your room floor. your stomach dropped when the elevator stopped, anxiety running a cold chill over your body. jeonghan, once again, let you go first and you led the way to your dorm. you prayed that soomin wouldn’t be there, hopefully leaving to go get something to eat or anything. you halted at your door, turning to face jeonghan. “woah, are you alright?”

your eyebrows furrowed together, “what do you mean?” jeonghan lifted his finger and pointed at you, “your face is a little pale?” you gulped, realizing just how much your fear was noticeable. “o-oh! uh, yeah i’m okay.”

“good,” he said. “what are you doing?” you asked as jeonghan began to walk closer to you. “well, you’re not sick so-“ jeonghan started, before grabbing your neck gently and pulling you towards him. your lips connected with his, shutting off any ability you had in your body to move or pull away.

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k-popscenxrios · 5 years ago

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Didn’t Ask For This Pt 7 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: It’s your local slacker here! Get ready, because this chapter is probably the best yet. I feel like I say that with every post, but I honestly feel that way! Anyway, on with the show! ;p

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

6.3k words | drama ✞ | fluff ♡ | slight mature themes ✗

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”Hey Tae,” I smiled as I walked in the door. Jungkook walked in behind me as Taehyung glanced up at the two of us. He seemed to be a little more tense than normal, and I felt worry bubble in my stomach.

I walked over to him and sat down on the couch next to him. He tried to give me a smile, but I could tell that it was forced.

“Is everything okay?” I asked as Taehyung took a deep breath. I looked over at Jungkook as he also seemed to grow concerned at his friends sad state.

“Well, work was just plain horrible,” Taehyung bitterly laughed as I frowned and grabbed his hand to comfort him, “it’s my own fault, really. I kinda deserved it.”

“I doubt that very seriously,” I squeezed his hand, “Just tell us what happened.”

…

Taehyung walked in the door to his workplace as he felt nerves bubble in his stomach. He was working a shift with Jennie and Hana.

Hana was one of the sweetest girls that he had ever met. She was an old high school acquaintance, and when he started his job at the coffee shop, she was very nice to teach him all the ins and outs of the store. He already knew what he needed to brew the coffees, so she spent more time giving him tips on how to deal with certain coworkers.

When she started going over what to do and not do around Jennie, the atmosphere between them seemed to shift. Taehyung became more aware of the fact that he was working with Jennie than he was of the words Hana was saying to him.

When he met up with Jennie, she was quick to start flirting with him a decent bit. She was very eager to have a conversation with him, which in hindsight, Taehyung was pretty sure that she just wanted back in Jungkook’s life. It would explain why she seemed so excited that the two of them were not only still friends, but best friends.

Because of being blinded by Jennie and her sudden interest in him, Hana has become a second thought. Taehyung wasn’t even sure if he’d actually properly had a conversation with her after Jennie and him began flirting.

He was determined to not only apologize to the poor girl, but to ask her out on a date. He was terrified that it wasn’t going to go well, but he wasn’t going to flake out of it.

It wasn’t long before he spotted Hana standing in the back near one of their training computers. She was probably tasked with assigning the other new employees their training modules online, as well as running a few of them through a few demonstrations with their machines.

“Hey, Hana,” Taehyung greeted with a small smile as she spun around with a surprised look on her face. He didn’t fail to notice the hint of red in her cheeks over him speaking to her. “I don’t know how to best start this, but I just wanted to apologize to you.”

She slightly frowned and glanced behind him before looking in his eyes again.

“I’ve been pretty rude to you, and I have no excuse for it. I would love to take you out for dinner tonight if you’re free.”

She opened her mouth with a shocked expression on her face. She seemed almost upset over his words, and Taehyung felt himself grow increasingly nervous.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung,” she swallowed and slightly grimaced, “I’ve actually got a date tonight, already. He was the class president in high school if you remember him… Kim Namjoon?”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Namjoon? That guy? Now that Taehyung thought about it, he didn’t have a clue what that man was up to, anymore. Hoseok has been the Vice President if their class senior year, and that was Taehyung’s only tie to the guy.

“How is he?” Taehyung tried to change the subject, and Hana didn’t fail to notice why.

“He’s good. I haven’t seen him since high school, but I ran into him at the Apple Store. He works there now. He’s actually the one who fixed my phone.” Hana slightly blushed in embarrassment as Taehyung took a deep breath.

“He’s working at Apple? Just as a tech guy or…?”

“Pretty sure he’s the manager there,” Hana looked down. Taehyung bit his tongue as he just nodded and took a deep breath.

“That’s really awesome for him. Tell him Taehyung said hi when you see him tonight.”

Taehyung wasted no time turning around and almost rushing away. Hana reached out and called out his name to stop him from rushing off, but he was out of the back room before her voice left her throat.

…

I took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. He tried to seem like he was okay, but I could see through him easily.

“She’s probably making out with him at his unnecessarily large house that he has downtown,” Taehyung sad bitterly as I ran my fingers through his hair to try and relax him.

“Taehyung, stop,” I spoke softly, “so what if he might have more money than you? Plus, there are plenty of girls out there. You didn’t even mention this girl to me when you were in school.”

Taehyung stayed quiet at that fact.

“She’s not the only person out there. There are so many beautiful girls that are just waiting for Kim Taehyung to fall for them.”

Taehyung looked over at me and smiled sadly. He grabbed my hand that was playing with his hair and pulled it down to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you, Ari,” he squeezed my hand as I leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, too,” I responded after placing the kiss. We pulled away from each other afterward just for us to sit in silence.

“I talked to Hoseok about you,” Taehyung spoke up as both Jungkook and I seemed to simultaneously stiffen.

“What’d he say?” I was dying to look Jungkook’s way, but I was not about to freak Taehyung out. He was already upset as it is.

“He said that he was going to text you when he got home tonight. He wants to go on a real date with you,” Taehyung smiled excitedly as I tried to mimic his excitement. It’d be my first real date…

But something in my gut made me feel guilty. What did I have to feel guilty about? This really sweet, really smart guy wants to go on a real date with me!

I gave in to my urges as I looked Jungkook’s way. I couldn’t help but feel my heart being squeezed as I realized that Jungkook was indifferently scrolling through his phone. He didn’t seem to care.

...and who as I kidding? Why did I care what he was thinking or feeling? We hate each other…

I glanced at my phone, but I still didn’t have any messages. I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about what Taehyung said. Shouldn’t he be home by now?

“Have you gotten a text?” Taehyung asked as I looked up with slightly wide eyes. I was staring at my phone a little too long…

“Yeah!” I lied as I tried to glance at Jungkook discreetly, “I didn’t think anything of it, but he sent one a bit ago. It was from an unknown number, so I didn’t open the message.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Taehyung ruffled my hair as I pouted and moved away from his hand.

“Thanks, now I’m going to my room to change. Don’t bother me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Jungkook mumbled as Taehyung just laughed. I swallowed and glared his way before rushing off to my room.

It was weird having a shift without seeing Chaeyoung or Jungkook, but it was actually kind of nice. I was able to focus more on getting the job done in a timely manner instead of being distracted.

I was working the same shift as Yoongi, but he was working concessions while I was, like usual, cleaning.

It wasn’t a very busy day, to my relief, making the shift an easy one. It didn’t take me more than five minutes to clean each theater.

I was about to mark today as a very uneventful day, but when my eyes met the eyes of my old friend, Soomin, my eyes widened. A million emotions flowed within me as a huge smile appeared on her face. She rushed up to me with excitement as I smiled and tried to not freak out on the outside.

“Ari!! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” She opened her arms up for a hug as I responded by leaning in and wrapped my arms around her, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” I nodded as we pulled away from the hug, “What about you? Are you having fun at college?”

“Are you kidding?” Soomin leaned forward and her eyes grew wide with excitement, “College is the best! I have never had this many friends at once! Not to mention that I have several hot guys that are hitting on me all at once.”

“Wow,” I swallowed as I raised my eyebrows, “Sounds like you’ve been living it up!”

“Hell yeah!” She glanced around and spotted Yoongi behind one of the registers, “I see Yoongi still works here, too. Any luck?”

I shook my head and shrugged, “No. We’ve talked about it, but we’re just not right for each other.”

Soomin pursed her lips in disappointment as she seemed to be racking her brain for another topic to catch up on.

“How’s Taehyung?” she smiled as I felt relieved at her topic choice. As much as I was dying to ask, I was terrified to talk about Jungkook with her.

“He’s great! He’s actually home for the summer,” I informed as Soomin’s expression very subtly shifted to a grimace.

“You wanna know who else is home? Jeon Jungkook. I ran into him while getting groceries. He didn’t even seem to remember me,” she crossed her arms across her chest, “The guy’s an ass, but he’s so damn hot. It’s like he knows I could never hate him…”

“Whoa,” I held up a hand to stop her, “Jungkook… this guy ruined your high school experience and you don’t hate him?”

“Maybe he did,” Soomin nodded and slightly shrugged, “But I kinda see things the way he did now that I’m the one breaking the hearts.”

“That’s not a good thing,” I shook my head and creased my eyebrows. “You don’t want to be like him.”

“But if I am, he’s more likely to give me another chance, right?” Soomin winked as I gave her an incredulous look.

“Have you gone mad? No! He’s not going to have any interest in you just because you might act like he used to.” I shook my head and put a hand on my forehead. This girl was making my head hurt.

“I know there are other guys out there, but none of them have any competition with Jungkook. I mean, if you had slept with him like I did, you would understand that you can’t not live with someone as delicious as him.”

I felt disgust wash over me as I just looked at my old friend with a sad expression. I was relieved at first to see that she was having fun at college, but this was too much. Jungkook was not worth this… and he certainly won’t look her way like she wants him to…

“Soomin, you’re talking crazy here,” I shook my head, “Jungkook is the bane of your existence!” I swallowed as Soomin just laughed and looked away from me.

“I love you, Ari,” she put a hand on my shoulder as I looked down at it, “but you’ll just never understand. Jungkook is just… on another level. I love to love him.”

“Okay,” I laughed and drew a line through the air with my hand, “Screw that. Screw all of this.”

Soomin retracted her hand from me as I tried to calm myself down. Her eyes grew wide as she realized just how… angry her words were making me. “Ari…”

“This guy is literally the worst. He’s selfish and possessive, and he will never admit when he’s wrong even when he clearly is,” I rambled on as Soomin uncomfortably looked behind me. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off.

“No, listen to me,” I glared as she just swallowed and closed her mouth again. Her eyes didn’t meet mine again, but I continued anyway, “This guy ruined you for nearly three years of your life, and he doesn’t even remember what you did! He only sees things in the interest of himself, and himself alone.”

“A-Ari,” she spoke as I sighed and looked in the direction of her eyes. My whole being stiffened when my eyes locked onto the eyes of the man who is just been insulting. “You didn’t mention that he works here.”

I swallowed and felt literal fear in my gut as Jungkook’s eyes pierced into mine. “I know you hate me, but you don’t have to lie about me to girls who are interested.”

I clenched my fist as my nails painfully dug into the skin on my palm. I tried not to back down as I looked at him, but his eyes scared me. He’s never looked at me like that before. “I’m trying to save her from being used by you again.”

“Who said I’d use her?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow and took a few steps closer in my direction. I took a few steps back, but when my back hit the drink counter behind me, I had nowhere to run. “You sure like to jump to conclusions.”

“Don’t you dare,” I whispered at him with a glare on my face. A sadistic smirk leaked into his features as he took a step uncomfortably close to me.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he eyed Soomin for a couple seconds before looking back down to me.

“You called her a crazy bitch,” I whispered desperately feeling my whole being shake, “You publically humiliated her because of how much you hated her.”

“I humiliated her because she didn’t sleep with just me.”

My eyes widened as I felt rage burn in my chest. I wanted to hit him and curse him, but we were in the middle of the lobby. I was not about to cause people to complain about disgruntled employees arguing while they were supposed to be working.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this a week ago?” I felt my voice waver as I tried to stay calm.

“You wanna know who else slept with her?” Jungkook’s sadistic smile was making me increasingly upset. I didn’t like this smile…

I barely even had the brain capacity to realize that his cologne was filling my every sense. He definitely put on two times the amount that he normally does.

“Quite honestly, no,” I spoke as I tried to push the thought of his cologne out of my head. He’d smelled like this when he first got up in my personal space. Why was it affecting me so much right now?

“You wanna tell her?” Jungkook glanced over at Soomin as I looked at her with the same torn and confused look. “If not, I will.”

“Jungkook, just go away,” I slightly pleaded, but he wasn’t having it. He was not just pissed, he was furious.

“I want you to guess,” he looked down at my hands as they started to fidget nervously, “it’s someone my age…”

“Stop,” I shook my head as Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair.

“He’s a little taller than me,” Jungkook continued before placing a hand on the counter behind me.

“Jungkook, this isn’t funny,” I pleaded as he gripped the counter until his knuckles turned white.

“He has the same family name as you. What a coincidence, right?”

“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered as I shoved him away from me. I looked across the lobby to see Yoongi looking my way, and I didn’t hesitate to rush his way. I sent one more glance Soomin’s way as I felt my heart rip out of my chest.

“I didn’t get to tell you who it was, Ari!” Jungkook called out, pulling a lot of attention to the two of us. I was just thankful that there weren’t a lot of people in the lobby at this moment.

“Go to hell,” I spoke as I felt tears about to break through. No, I was not about to cry in front of this man. I was not about to go through him faking concern just to get me to depend on him. I was starting to see through his games.

“So if you have a right to hate me so much for this, it’s only fair to show this other guy just as much hate.”

I was sick of being manipulated by this douchebag.

I opened the door to the back room and spotted Yoongi immediately. I rushed his way, and he let me crash into him, giving him a hug that I really needed.

“Why is life so unfair?” I spoke with a weak voice, “Th-there’s no way that my best friend slept with… with…”

“You don’t have to say it,” Yoongi spoke into my hair, “I’m sure she didn’t do it to hurt you.”

“That explains why she never talked to me about it,” I continued talking into his shirt and I squeezed him to me, “she didn’t want me finding out that she turned around and also slept with her own best friend’s brother!”

Yoongi stayed quiet at my words as I took a deep breath. Some tears leaked from my eyes and I let them soak into his shirt. I needed to calm down before Jungkook decided to follow me back here to shout more insensitive accusations at me.

I lightly pulled away from Yoongi as he continued to look at me. He grabbed one of my hands and ran his thumb against the back of my hand. “I’m sorry, Ari…”

“God, I hate him,” I shook my head and violently wiped away my tears, “I hate that bastard. He’s toying with me and he’s having so much fun doing it.”

Yoongi stayed silent as I moved my hand out of his, “I keep thinking that we can get along and actually be civil with one another, but something always happens to make everything turn to hell.”

“Ari…” Yoongi started, but I wasn’t done.

“I don’t want to be in love with him.”

The room grew incredibly silent at my words as the both of us stiffened. Neither of us could believe what I had just admitted. I was having trouble deciphering what exactly I meant when I said that.

“No, I’m not…” I shook my head and laughed bitterly, “I’m not in love with that guy… I’m in love with the idea of him.”

“That idea?” Yoongi sounded more confused than ever, “When has that guy showed you any redeeming qualities? He just seems like a huge ass to me.”

“When he needs to be, he’s really… soft. He says the sweetest things that make me feel good inside,” I explained, “but those moments are miniscule to the amount of times that he’s pissed me off.”

“So minuscule that I didn’t know those moments existed,” Yoongi commented as I stiffened. The door to the back room was being pushed open, and I hurried to sniff and wipe all my tears away. It wouldn’t take a genius to notice that I had cried a little just by looking at my eyes, but Jungkook didn’t seem to notice.

He stayed silent and walked over to the computer to clock in. I swallowed and looked at Yoongi as Yoongi opened his mouth to say something.

“I didn’t know you were working today.”

Jungkook looked up at the two of us as he eyed me for a little longer, “I’m covering for Jaemi. She called in sick.”

I felt my dread grow as I realize that for the last two hours of my shift, I have to work on cleaning theaters with this guy.

“Great,” I nodded as I spoke through my teeth. It was starting to feel like he did this on purpose. “We’ll just split the theaters or something.”

“Nah.”

Yoongi and I both raised our eyebrows at Jungkook as I dared myself to open my mouth.

“Excuse me? I’m the one in charge, so I make the decisions.” I swallowed and felt my eyes narrow him, “I don’t think we’ll get much done with the two of us working together.”

“How do you know that I’ll actually clean the theaters if you aren’t there to supervise me? If the theaters don’t get clean, it’ll be all on you since, you know, you’re the one in charge.”

...what a manipulative…

“C’mon man, she obviously doesn’t want to deal with you today. Cut her some slack,” Yoongi stood up for me as Jungkook looked at him. He didn’t say anything for several seconds before he took a deep breath and pulled his phone out.

“Fine. I’ll just go ask for my own theater schedule,” he spoke as he turned around and walked out of the room. I took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to calm myself down.

“Thank you,” I smiled Yoongi’s way, but the smile was weak and pathetic.

“No problem,” he nodded, “but I should get back to work. Seokjin has been on my back recently about slacking off.”

“Sounds about right,” a real laugh left my throat as my smile slowly filled out into a real one, “promise me that you’ll wait for me before you go home? You’re scheduled to get off around the same time as me.”

“I’ll wait, don’t worry.”

With that, I made my way out of the back room, only to come face to face with the girl who I used to call my best friend.

“Ari…” she swallowed as I looked away from her, “I’m sorry I never told you… We had gotten drunk at someone’s house and made a huge mistake.”

“But why… why did Jungkook announce it to the whole school?” I felt myself growing increasingly curious for the answer.

“He walked in on Taehyung and I… he got really pissed because I had slept with him the night before. He started yelling and called me a bitch… I don’t remember much else since I was drunk, but I know I made him upset and angry.”

I felt my eyebrows furrow, “He was mad that his one night stand slept with his best friend. Am I right on that?”

Soomin nodded and started playing with the hem on her shirt, “I tried to apologize to him, but he was so pissed that he didn’t listen. He shouted our secret out to the lunchroom because he was mad at not just me. He was also mad at Taehyung.”

I felt my brain having a hard time comprehending why Jungkook would be so mad over something like that. I was justified on why I was upset because that was my brother for goodness sake, but…

“Did Jungkook like you?” I bluntly asked as Soomin bit her lip. She took a deep breath and her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not sure… I know that he was the best sex I’ve ever had, but I’m not sure if he feels the same way,” she answered honestly as I took a few deep breaths. “I… told him that I didn’t want a relationship so that he would sleep with me, and it didn’t take me long to cave and tell him that I did want to date him.”

“Obviously he rejected me,” she continued before wrapping her arms around herself, “and I got so upset that I told myself that I was going to sleep with someone else. I didn’t seek Taehyung out, but when I spotted him, I thought…” she swallowed as I looked down and put a hand on my forehead, “I’m really sorry, Ari.”

“Setting all this crap aside,” I took a deep breath and moved my hand to the back of my neck, “why would you want to date him still?”

“I don’t know,” she shook her head and looked in the direction of the office. Jungkook was walking out of it, and I felt nauseous when our eyes locked on to one another’s. “There’s just something about him that has me coming back to him.”

Jungkook continued to look at me as I could have sworn I saw his eyes soften. I thought that he was going to walk back over to us, but when he turned around and walked toward the theaters, I felt my heart drop.

“Ari…” Soomin called as I snapped my attention back on her, “If you can’t forgive me after finding out about this, I understand… but I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”

I felt words coming out of my mouth before I had any chance to stop them, “Don’t touch Jungkook.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as I felt my face heat up. There was no use in trying to cover up my blunder, “I’ll forgive you if you move on from Jungkook.”

Soomin didn’t seem to know what to say to that as she narrowed her eyes into mine. She looked like she was thinking as she pursed her lips.

“Now… why would you care about Jungkook and I?” she continued to keep the same serious expressions on her face as I tried my hardest to not get flustered.

“I just don’t want him messing with you again. He’s done enough damage to the both of us,” I spoke with a steady voice. I felt my expression harden as Soomin seemed to believe me, “He’s not worth it.”

Soomin slowly nodded and looked off in the direction that Jungkook had just gone in. “I guess that’s fair… but I can’t promise you anything.”

I felt my heart drop at her words as she started to move away from me, “But I have to go. I promised to meet a guy somewhere nearby so I thought I’d come to say hi to you…”

I took a deep breath as my eyebrows creased. I hated to end things off on this note with her, but I wasn’t about to hold her up, “Okay… I’ll see you.”

She just nodded and walked out the front doors a couple seconds later. I felt nerves swallow me whole as I thought about the whole situation. I wanted more than anything to change my feelings for Jungkook. I’d prefer Yoongi any day…

…

Jungkook and I had barely seen each other for the entirety of the two hours he’d been here, and it was finally time for me to head out. I was eager to get home just so that I could curl up in my room and watch anything to get my mine off of this.

I had been finishing my last theater when Jungkook walked in to help out. We’d split the theaters up, but Jungkook got done with his before I got done with mine.

We didn’t say anything to each other as we finished up our job and started walking down the steps in the theater.

“Don’t mention any of that to Taehyung,” Jungkook broke the silence with a soft voice. His tone told me that he wasn’t trying to start an argument.

“Why not?” I asked, trying to not snap at him. I was still upset about how… harshly he put everything.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” he confessed as I stopped walking and looked his way. I leaned against the wall behind me as Jungkook stopped walking and turned around to face me.

“Then why did you?” I let go of my broom and dustpan, setting them against the wall behind me.

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling in distress, “I was sick of you constantly arguing with me over that instance. It didn’t used to bother me back when Taehyung originally told me to never tell you, but it was just getting ridiculous.”

I swallowed and looked down.

“You’ve been hating me so much all this time, and how does it feel to finally know the truth? Your own brother is who this should be directed at,” Jungkook spoke, his voice growing more and more upset.

“Jungkook, just because you weren’t in the wrong for this one instance doesn’t make you a better person in my eyes,” I shook my head as I tried my best to glare at him, “You’ve been excessively rude at me, and quite frankly, you can be really hurtful.”

Jungkook dropped his broom and dust pan and slowly walked in my direction, “You say that like you’ve never said anything hurtful to me or about me before. What was that stuff you were saying to Soomin not even three hours ago?”

“You’re still a playboy, Jungkook,” I laughed, but it was humourless, “You just wanted my best friend for sex, and when she gave it to you, you were done with her.”

“How do you even know that I still do shit like that?” Jungkook slightly glared as he moved suffocatingly close to me again. His feet were only a foot away from me as I swallowed and leaned further into the wall, “If you get to call me a playboy, then does that give me the right to call you a loner?”

“What proof do you have that you don’t just sleep with random girls anymore? You’re off at college for God’s sake! All people do is have sex and complain about high tuition.” I shot back as I tried to not focus on the loner comment.

Jungkook stayed quiet for a couple seconds as his eyes continued to pierce mine. I felt my nerves increase by tenfold as Jungkook took a small step closer to me. His scent was filling all my senses, and my heart was going crazy.

“I guess I don’t have proof, but why do I need to prove anything to you?” he took a deep breath, his voice growing a little softer. “Besides, the only thing I cared about was telling you the truth. Wouldn’t it piss you off if someone went around bad mouthing you because of a misunderstanding?”

“I don’t think I misunderstood you,” I glared his way. I needed to stay strong and not fall for any of his advances. I couldn’t let him win this, “I still have the same opinion of you.”

“Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow as I nodded and reached out to push him away from me. My hand landed on his chest and began pushing him away. He started to let me push him away, but in one swift motion, he grabbed my hand and pinned it against the wall.

My eyes widened as Jungkook’s grip tightened around my wrist. His free hand reached up and touched my cheek as it took all of my willpower to reach up and remove his hand from me. I looked away from him and once more tried to shove him off me, but he wasn’t having it.

His hand that had caressed my cheek suddenly grabbed my free hand, moving both hands to be pinned beside my head. His body was almost pressed completely against mine as I swallowed and dared myself to look back into his eyes.

“Tell me that you still feel the same way about me.” he mumbled as I felt my heart trying to launch out of my chest, “I want you to spit in my face right now and tell me you hate me.”

I swallowed as he just looked in my eyes. The longer the silence went on, the bigger the smirk on his face grew.

“Cat got your tongue?” he whispered as I took a deep breath. His cologne was the last straw as I swallowed and tried to pull out of his hold.

“I-I hate you,” I spoke in a weak voice as Jungkook just chuckled.

“I’m sure you do,” he was being such a cocky bastard… I wanted more than anything for me to gain super strength to smack the smug look off his face.

His nose brushed against mine as our eyes locked again. His eyes were almost predatory as I felt my nerves spike.

I was not about to become another one of those girls.

“I do,” I spoke, my voice growing in confidence, “I honestly, genuinely hate you.”

Jungkook wasn’t buying it, but he let go of my wrists. He didn’t move away from me as his hands once again moved to caress my face. I felt my heart jump as he held my face with one hand, running his hand through my hair with the other.

This scene felt reminiscent of when we almost kissed yesterday…

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he leaned into me, his lips practically ghosting over mine. His eyes didn’t leave mine as I felt by breaths become shaky. I wasn’t going to let this happen... I wasn’t going to…

“I have to be honest,” Jungkook spoke lowly as his soft and low voice rang in my ears. I didn’t know he could sound so… sexy…

“When I first moved in, I knew you’d be fun to mess with,” he continued as I felt myself growing impatient, “I thought that it would be fun to fight with you since you’re such a child.”

“Jungkook,” I almost whispered, but when his bottom lip ghosted over my top lip, I felt my voice leave me.

“The more I fight with you…” his smirk turned into a genuine smile as I moved my hands to the front of his shirt. He was taking too long. “...the more I think you’re really damn hot.”

Without another second to spare, his lips engulfed mine in a rough manner. He leaned his whole body into me as I pulled him completely against me. I even felt a whimper come from my mouth as Jungkook tilted his head, applying more pressure to the kiss. He pushed me further into the wall, his hands trailing all down my body. I heard a low moan come from his throat as I violently grabbed the collar of his shirt.

I felt myself become slightly clumsy when Jungkook licked my bottom lip, seemingly asking for entrance to my mouth. I’d only briefly kissed one other boy before, and this was completely new territory for me.

“Are you scared of my tongue or something?” Jungkook taunted as I pulled his mouth back onto mine. He let a low growl erupt in his throat as I opened my mouth, allowing him the access that he had asked for before. I felt nerves bubble in my chest as he twirled his tongue around mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue better than I ever had.

His hands that were running up and down my torso were now rooted on my hips as I felt him violently grip at them. He pulled my hips toward his as he leaned into me so far that I started to have to lean back. He smirked against my mouth as I moved my hands into his hair, roughly pulling at his roots.

“Dear God,” Jungkook moaned into me as I swallowed and let a small moan out, myself. His mouth started trailing down my neck as I closed my eyes, running my hands through his soft hair.

“You’re so,” I took a deep breath to hold back from being a moaning mess, “damn annoying…”

“Is that your way of telling me to stop?” Jungkook asked, but he didn’t stop kissing my neck. His tongue even began running along my skin as I felt myself melt into him.

“No,” I simply whined as Jungkook smirked into me. His tongue trialed all the way back up my jaw, and he wasted no time connecting our lips again. I felt my eagerness grow as I daringly wrapped one of my legs around his waist. At my movement, Jungkook pressed himself into me, one of his hands trailing it’s way down to my rear.

“Jungkook-” I felt my face heat up at how desperate I sounded. I felt so embarrassed on how turned on I had gotten, and we were supposed to be working. “Jungkook we’ll get caught if we keep this up.”

“So?” he mumbled against my lips as he captured them yet again. He continued to move his hips into mine as I put my leg back down on the ground.

“K-Kook,” I managed to say through the kiss as he sighed and pulled away from me, “Yoongi might come looking for me if I don’t go clock out in the next minute or two…”

Jungkook took a deep breath and swallowed, pulling away from me. His arms were shaking and he ran his fingers through his hair. I felt my mood shift once he stepped so far away that I couldn’t even smell his cologne anymore…

I was afraid to say anything because what was I even supposed to say after that? I didn’t want to make any good or bad assumptions on what exactly it all meant, and I was embarrassed to think about what would have happened if Jungkook had done this while at home…

I swallowed and shook my head to snap out of it as Jungkook looked my way again.

“I should go,” I whispered and pointed toward the exit, and Jungkook just nodded and waved me off. “I-I’ll see you at home.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook cleared his throat as I noticed his face flush, “See ya’.”

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write dslkjfksjh Now to just wait and see where things go from there! Once again, thank you for reading! x3

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