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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲 - Jeon Jungkook (1)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader / Park Jimin x fem!reader (but not quite, you'll see)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Future smut

Summary: You were supposed to spend your happily ever after with Jeon Jungkook... until a family issue causes him to leave and a sudden break up leaves you bereft in the arms of your best friend, Park Jimin.

Word count: 6.7k

PS: this is heavily entirely inspired in the last two episode of True Beauty (so consider this a huge spoiler if you haven't seen it) cause i've been a fan of it since it came out and I just had to do something about it lol

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi // SERIES MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐝?

“Bottoms up!” Seokjin loudly cheered as you and your friends downed your soju shots.

You looked at your now-empty glass of soju, liquid that was now burning down your throat. But you couldn’t care less about it. It had been the most tiring day ever, like every day since you started being an assistant to a supermodel newcomer, Nari.

Your eyelids were feeling heavy, dizzy with alcohol and sleep that your body was begging for since the beginning of the day.

“Hey, Y/N-innie,” Taehyung called you, twirling a strand of hair from her girlfriend’s hair, Karina, your high school best friend, while he talked. “Nari gave you trouble today?” he asked, sipping on his drink.

With a huff and an eyeroll, you nodded, letting your forehead drop on your palm. “Yeah, fuck, you don’t know how much her voice just irritates me, let alone her demands!” you cried, slurring almost every word. “Ever since Jimin dropped me off that one time, like- when was it? Like, a month ago? She’s been bugging me about getting her a date with him ever since” you cried.

“Then, why doesn’t he take her out?” Karina shrugs.

“Because he doesn’t like her” you sighed, pouring more soju on your shot cup.

Seokjin snorts and shakes his head. “Of course he doesn’t. Who wouldn’t?” he asks with a smile. “I stalked her Insta the other day. She’s pretty and all, don’t get me wrong, but bitch is obnoxious” he hisses.

Your eyebrows arch. “See?” you say to Taehyung and Karina.

Taehyung laughs. “Where is Jimin, by the way?” he asked, his head turning towards the door. “He said he’d be here by 10 and that was thirty minutes ago” Tae said, looking at you.

You let out a huff. “I don’t know, honestly. He said he was practicing with his new band” you downed your soju shot and then let out a cry. “At this point he’ll abandon us for his new friends”

“Oh no, not another Jungkook” Seokjin chuckles.

But nobody at the table laughed. Not even a smile was sent his way.

Karina glared at him.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes.

And you, you simply stared at the table in front of you.

“S-sorry. Didn’t realise it was still a sensitive topic. Sorry” he apologised. If he were a dog, he’d have his tail between his legs, and his ears bowed down in shame along with his head.

You sighed and used it as an excuse to pour another soju shot.

Karina looked at you and her expression softened with worry. “Y/N, babe, don’t you think… don’t you think you’ve had enough for today?” she asked.

“Nope”

“How many shots have you downed since we got here?” she asked you, placing a hand over yours.

“I don’t know. And I don’t care” you said, throwing back the shot. “That’s better”

Taehyung sighed and dug his hand inside his pocket. He clicked on the chat he had with Jimin and sent him another text.

Tae: Jimin hyung. We have a problem. It’s Y/N, hurry tf up.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jimin walked inside the restaurant with a pant and looked around in search of his friends.

“Jimin-ssi” Taehyung waved his hand and Jimin walked faster towards them.

“Hey!” he panted and his eyes fell towards you.

You were slumped over the table, head inside your arms, as you mumbled incoherent nonsense against the fabric of your cashmere black sweater.

He smiled slightly and sat on the empty seat next to yours.

“Why did you let her drink so much, you guys?” Jimin scolded them as he got comfortable.

“Yo, blame her, not us bro. She’s a big girl” Seokjin cried. “She needed those drinks. Her day at work sucked”

Jimin let out a sigh and put a hand over your back.

“Y/N, hey. It’s me, come on. Wake up” he whispered gently as he tried to move you.

Your head shot up and you opened your eyes. You instantly smiled and let out a little chuckle.

“Hello, you…” you drawled out, poking his cheek.

Jimin gave you a toothy smile. “Yeah, hi, sleeping beauty” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry…” you said and let your head fall on his shoulder.

He froze in his spot and reluctantly put an arm around you, caressing your shoulder.

His eyes looked up and found Tae and Karina smirking at him. He sent them a frown and a grimace, like stop meddling!

With a sigh, you straightened up and blinked your eyes open. “This is all your fault” you spat at him.

Jimin’s smile fell. “Huh?” he asked, utterly confused.

“Every day at work is a day in hell because of that nagging bitch Nari, why can’t you just do me that favour!” you yelled, grabbing his collar and shaking him a little.

“Wait, wait, Y/N” Jimin said, prying your hands off of him.

“Y/N, go easy on him” Karina chuckled.

You looked at her and then back at Jimin and let him go with a sigh.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jimin helped you out of the restaurant while Seokjin, Karina and Tae trailed behind.

“You got her, right? You can drive her home?” Tae asked.

Jimin smiled and nodded, looking at you, slumped against him with a drunk smile. “Yeah, I’ve handled her before, so…” he trailed off with a shrug.

“That’s great, please text us when you guys get home, okay?” Karina said to all of you.

“Yeah, we will” Jimin said, waving at the three friends walking away.

“Buh-bye!” you slurred and then hiccuped.

“Come on, young lady…” he said and helped you walk through the streets.

You turned your head to the side and gasped when you saw the river in front of the restaurant. “Wow…” you breathed out.

Jimin let out a chuckle. “You do that every time we go out to this bar”

You looked up at him and blushed. “I know, I just love the river” you shrugged.

Your friend eyed you and grabbed your hand, “Come on, let’s sit and look at it, shall we?”

You smiled and nodded, jumping up and down but he grabbed your waist and pinned you to the ground.

“No jumping”

You grumbled. “Okay, grandpa”

He chuckled and helped you cross the street, leading you to sit on a bench that faced the beautiful view of Han River at night. He sighed when he had you sat down and he did the same, next to you. He curled his arm around you and stared at your face.

“You okay?” he asked you, handing you a bottle of water he had in his bag.

“Thank you, and yeah, I think so” you sighed, drinking a little from the bottle. “I just have a lot going on, that’s all”

“Tell me”

“No… it’s always the same” you slurred. “It’s me telling you about my problems when you’re probably on your way to becoming the next big thing. You needn’t worry about my stupid middle class issues”

Jimin cackled. “Hey, I’m middle class, too!”

“Yeah, well. Not anymore, that’s for sure” you grumbled.

Jimin giggled. “Come on, let’s get you sober” he said, pushing the bottle closer to you. “Drink it, now”

You chuckled at his tone and gave it a big gulp.

Once you placed the bottle down next to you, you gave him a dizzy look.

“What’s up” he smiled.

“Jiminnie” you started. “Can’t you just… like- a little bit, just… take her out? For once?” you pleaded him.

“Y/N…” he huffed. “I said no, okay?”

You groaned. “You could make my life so much easier. I'm not talking- like- dating and stuff, marry her or some shit. I'm just asking you to take her to dinner, once. That's all I'm asking” you insisted, putting your hands together in a praying manner.

“I don't like her! I find her just as infuriating as you do” Jimin cried.

“I know, I know. But just once… you can like- totally dump her after that” you continued.

Jimin looked down, clearly uncomfortable. “Please stop” he told you and you bit your lip, to contain pleading him much further. “Don’t tell me to meet some other girl, alright?” he asked you, with a straight face.

You frowned at his tone, so unlikely of his character.

“It makes me mad” he sighed.

“Why?”

“Why do you ask?” he chuckled and looked away. “I think you should know how I feel by now, Y/N”

You gave Jimin a confused look.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek. “She’s drunk, Jimin. Come on” he whispered to himself.

You grabbed his hand and gave him puppy eyes. “Tell me… It’s okay, I’ll probably remember tomorrow”

Jimin looked at you, completely enamoured by you and his eyes couldn't help but drift down to your mouth. Your plump bottom lip was jutted and it was giving him the mad urge to bite it. But he had to pull himself together.

You, as drunk as you were, realised that Jimin, in that moment, wanted to kiss you.

“Jimin?” you asked him.

“Yeah?” he asked you, his gaze not pulling away from your lips.

“Can we… can we go home?” you stuttered. “I’m kind of freezing”

Jimin pulled away all of a sudden and blinked.

Of course.

“Y-yeah, let’s go” he whispered.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The next day, you sat up on your bed holding your head in your hands.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m never drinking again” you whispered to yourself.

The door opened and Jimin walked inside the room, holding a cup of tea in his hands and a tablet of Advil in his hand.

“You say that every time” he chuckled.

You sighed and let him sit next to you, as he handed you the cup and the Advil. “I know, but I think this time I mean it” you licked your lips, downing the pill. “Thank you, Chim”

He smiled and put the cup down. “You’re welcome”

You grabbed his arm and smiled, remembering all of a sudden. “How did practice go? Did they tell you when’s your debut date?”

“Nope” he shook his head. “But I have a great feeling about it, actually” he nodded. “I think it’s closer than we all think”

“I think it’s around the corner. No, it’s behind you. It’s like, breathing down your neck” you smiled, sipping on the tea while he chuckled.

“That’s sweet of you, Y/N” he blushed.

“I’m just telling you the truth” you shrugged and he pressed his lips together.

“Thank you” he chuckled.

You swallowed the tea and left the cup by your nightstand.

“Did I gave you a hard time last night?” you asked him, really not wanting him to answer that question but also wanting him to. “You know, I don’t remember how I got so drunk”

He patted your hair and gave you a smile. “No, just… you were very insistent” he frowned.

You pulled your face back. “What? With what?”

“With the Nari thing” he replied.

Your shoulders deflated. “Oh, yeah” you nodded. “Sorry about that. It’s just that… she’s like… making me hate my job”

“But you love it” he frowned.

“I know! I love it, and that’s the worst part” you said.

He sighed. “I’ll think of something” Jimin tried.

Your eyes widened. “You will?” you asked with a smile.

“I’ll try, I said”

You clapped your hands and hugged him. “Oh, thank you, Chim. I love you!” you squealed.

Yeah…

“I love you, too” he said, patting your back.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You walked down the steps of the building hall with Jimin, as he grabbed the keys from his car from his pocket.

“Thank you… again, Chim, for taking me here. I’m really lucky to have someone who’s there to save my ass every time” you chuckled.

He giggled and pushed your shoulder slightly. “Don’t mention it, and don’t get sappy on me. I might throw up”

You laughed and looked away. “I won’t… sorry”

You got flashbacks from the events from the night prior.

How he had looked at your lips.

How he had looked at you with want.

You hadn’t been looked like that since-

“Hey, you okay?” Jimin asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back to earth.

You blinked. “Um, Chim… you- you wanted to say something to me last night. You remember?” you asked him.

He licked his lips. “I- I- uh…” he stammered.

You noticed his discomfort and you let out a sigh.

“Chim… don’t tell me-”

“I’m sorry” he looked away, ashamed.

You closed your eyes. “Chim, come on”

“I know” he said, his eyes getting teary.

You grabbed his hands and made him look at you. “It’s not worth it… I’m… not worth it”

Jimin smiled. “Yeah, you are. You’re just… blind, I guess” he chuckled a little.

You smiled. “No, I’m really not. I’m a dumbass, who’s too stupid to get over his ex” you exploded. “And you deserve someone who gives you her full attention. And doesn’t have baggage like me”

“Why don’t you let me help you?” he asked you.

“What?” you asked, confused. “With- with what?”

“Help you get over him…”

「 ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐖𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? ✦ 」

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 A YEAR AGO 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jungkook walked through the halls of the hospital, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were drenched with tears.

He knew his father and him didn’t have the greatest relationship out of all, but he wasn’t going to deny that he loved him.

It was his only parent alive, and he wasn’t about to lose him just like he lost his mother. At least, without saying goodbye.

He pushed the door open from his room and found him lying in his hospital bed.

Jungkook blinked a couple of times, trying not to cry in front of the nurses that were cleaning up his room.

They all looked at him and gave him a sympathetic look.

He sighed and went to sit down next to him, feeling the nurses scurry away from the room to give him some privacy with his father. Jungkook grabbed his hand and watched him breathe in and out, with his mask placed on his face. He looked so peaceful and he feared that if he touched him too harshly, he’d break.

“I’m here…” he whispered against his palm. “I’m here, dad”

His dad’s eyes blinked open and he made a surprise noise.

“I… Jungkook” he tried to smile.

“Dad” he smiled, caressing his arm.

“I’m sorry” he breathed out. “I’m sorry, Jungkook” he said and tried taking off his mask.

“No, no, no” Jungkook cried softly, tears falling on his face. “Keep it, you need that”

He grabbed his son’s hand and placed it close to his heart.

“I thought… I’d go without being able to see you” he breathed out. “You traveled all the way to the US to see me?”

He smiled at him and nodded. “I did, dad” he smiled.

Jungkook had flied all the way to Minnesota, just to see his dad after receiving a call that he had been urged to the hospital.

“Thank you, son” he grinned, patting Jungkook’s hand. “Did you tell Y/N you’re here?”

He nodded. “Yeah, she actually drove me all the way to the airport”

His dad chuckled. “That girl… she’s special, huh?”

“Yeah, she’s really something” Jungkook chuckled, feeling his chest tighten at how much love his heart held for you.

“I’d… I’d like to meet her sometime, if you let me” his dad asked him.

Jungkook looked away and wiped the tears from his face.

“I know, I know I fucked up” he sighed.

“Shh… please try to sleep, okay?” he asked his dad.

His dad nodded weakly and his eyes slowly closed.

Jungkook sat up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll see you later, okay?” he whispered and kissed his forehead once again.

He left the room, and let out a sigh.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A few weeks later, Jungkook opened the door to his room at the hospital that was connected to the one his father had, and let out a breath when he let himself fall on the bed with a thud.

With a groan, he stretched his back and let all the muscles and bones crack.

He felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans and he quickly took it out from it.

Jungkook felt his mouth widen in a lovesick smile and pressed answer immediately.

“Jagiya! What are you doing up at this hour? Isn’t it like… the middle of the night in Seoul?” he asked, checking the watch he had on his wrist.

You giggled on the other side. “I was studying, that’s it” he heard her giggle and he sat up on the bed. “Are you at the airport yet?”

“No, I just got back from taking care of him. You know, giving him food with a fork like a baby and shit. I’m being picked up in an hour or so” he smiled. “Dad’s going to be discharged soon though, I don’t know if I’m gonna have to go back again, you know?”

“You wanna fly with your dad?” you asked him.

“Yeah, kind of” he shrugged. “But… at the same time, I don’t wanna leave you, you know?” he chuckled.

“Aw, you love me” you sing-songed.

“Didn’t you know yet?” he giggled. “Head over heels”

You squealed on the other side of the line and his heart doubled its size. “I love you too, my Jungkookie”

“Ah, I miss you, Jagi” he sighed.

“Me too” you smiled. “But we’re seeing each other in hours so… don’t miss me too much”

“That is literally impossible” he let out a breath.

“Okay, okay, enough with me. How’s your dad?” you asked him.

“He’s alright, I guess. He’s completely awake now, and well, he’s tired as hell” he told you. “But they told me that everything is a good sign. I mean, he had a heart attack, he could’ve died… literally speaking. But, you know, he’s recovering, and he’s doing well. And I trust them”

“That’s good, then” you told him, with genuine happiness.

“Yeah, it is”

“I told you everything was going to be okay, Kookie” you said softly.

“You’re always right”

“I’m always right, indeed. You’re a smart boy” you giggled.

He repeated the action and giggled too.

“You know, it’s been a month since we’ve seen each other”

“Yeah” he nodded. “I miss you so much” he said, again.

“I know, you told me” you chuckled. “And I miss you too… you know, I can come meet you at the airport”

“No, Jagi, don’t worry. I’ll head to you as soon as I arrive” Jungkook reassured you.

“No! I really want to go!” you whined.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a smile. “You’re not gonna let it go, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Alright, you can come to the airport” Jungkook said.

“Yay” you squealed.

“Okay, missy. You gotta go to sleep, it’s Thursday. You have uni tomorrow” Jungkook scolded.

“Yes, sir”

He felt his cock stir at the sudden name you used. “Y/N…”

“Yeah?” you said, feigning innocence.

“I’m hanging up” he chuckled.

“Okay” you said and he heard you yawn. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my love. I love you”

“See you tomorrow, Jagi. Love you”

He hung up the call and let the phone drop on the bed.

A few minutes later, he got a call from the uber that was waiting for him outside the Hospital.

He grabbed his suitcase and got out of the room, but the moment he did, he saw three paramedics running with a hospital bed, in which laid a patient he knew really well: his dad.

His eyes widened and he ran, following them as they got inside the Operating room. When he got to the door, a nurse intercepted him and he was sure she was telling him to step back, but with all his yelling, he couldn’t hear a thing.

“Dad!” he yelled, “Dad!”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You got to the airport with a huge smile on your face and sat down on a bench by the arrivals gate. You were chewing your lip anxiously and excitedly at the same time because you were dying to see your boyfriend.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Your dad had a cardiac arrest, boy” the doctor in charge of the surgery said, taking off his face mask.

Jungkook felt his heart drop to his feet as he stared wordlessly at the doctor.

“His vitals are stable, however… his condition is still serious” the doctor said. “We’ll do whatever it takes to get your dad back to your home country, don’t worry” he smiled slightly, patting Jungkook’s shoulder and heading back to the operation room.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Two hours passed… then three… and then four.

Jungkook was nowhere in sight.

It got to a point where you stared at the floor, feeling numb. The sadness had left your body a while ago and it was just hopelessness.

You decided to get up from the bench, paid for the parking and went straight home.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The next day, you sat with Karina next to you at your uni class, while staring at your textbook.

You felt her shake your shoulder and you looked at her, only to find her giving you a look that screamed: I pity you.

“Hey, babe. You alright?” she asked.

Bless her soul.

You plastered a fake smile and nodded. “Yeah, just… distracted. That’s all” you lied.

She furrowed her eyebrows but let it go.

You felt your phone buzz and you immediately grabbed it.

Disappointment filled your body when you saw it was just a dumb Instagram notification. With a sigh, you opened the messaging app and clicked on the chat with your boyfriend.

You eyed the past messages you and Jungkook had shared, and the last you had sent him.

You: How’s your dad?

Jungkook: the same

You: did you at least get some sleep, baby?

He hadn’t replied to that one.

You licked your lips and pressed your eyes together, trying to refrain yourself from crying in front of a whole class. How embarrassing.

By the end of the day, you felt your stomach killing you with anxiety, to the point that when you got to your home, you had to bend over from the pain.

You groaned, and gasped, feeling your feet shake from the pain.

Karina, who happened to be your roommate at the time, saw you on the floor and gasped, running towards you.

“Y/N! Y/N! You okay? Hey, look at me!” she desperately said, grabbing your face.

“Kari- Kari, please take me to the hospital” you wheezed out.

“Yeah, yeah, come on” she said. “Hold on to me”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A few hours later, Karina watched you sleep in a hospital bed. They had given you medication for the stomach pain and some pills for future anxiety attacks like the one you had.

She sighed as she stared at you.

“She’s gonna be fine, babe” Taehyung, your longtime friend, and since two months ago, Karina’s boyfriend, said, rubbing her back.

“I know, she will be. But it’s what's causing it that's worrying me, you know?” Karina bit her lip.

With a long breath out, she smiled at her boyfriend.

Your phone vibrated on the little stand next to the bed.

Jungkook, it read.

Karina and Taehyung looked at each other and nodded. Karina picked up the call and tried her best to sound calm.

“Hey, Jungkook” she said.

“Oh, Karina. Hi” he smiled slightly. “How have you been?”

“I’m fine, how about you?” Karina replied.

Jungkook sighed. “Well, I’m… holding on, I guess. Where’s- where’s Y/N?” he asked shakily.

Karina looked at your sleeping form and chewed on her lip. “Um, don’t freak out. Y/N’s at the hospital right now, we’re taking care of he-”

“WHAT?” Jungkook yelled. “How- how did that happen? Is she okay?”

“Oh gosh, calm down. She’s fine, Jungkook. It’s not serious. She just had an anxiety attack and her stomach was killing her” Karina explained it all to Jungkook. “The exams we’ve had lately are killing us and well… you know, what’s going on with your dad took a toll on her, too. I’m not gonna lie to you, Kook”

“Can- can I speak to her, please?” Jungkook asked, in a small voice.

“I’m sorry, she’s asleep. They gave her some strong medicine that kicked her lights out” Karina chuckled a little. “How’s your dad, Jungkook?”

“He’s not well, yet” Jungkook whispered.

Karina hummed. Tae crouched down and said, “Hey, Jungkookie, we miss you”

Jungkook smiled. “Hey, Tae” he chuckled.

“Okay, that’s enough, adults are talking” Karina jokingly pushed his boyfriend away, making him pout at her. “Well, we wish you and him nothing but the best from here. We’ll tell her to call you when she wakes up”

Jungkook nodded. “Right, thank you” he said quietly.

Jungkook hung up and Karina left the phone by the stand with a sigh.

“I hope he’s okay” Tae told her.

Karina grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. “He will be. And Y/N-nnie will be too”

Taehyung nodded and hugged his girlfriend.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Once you got home, you got ready for bed in your usual pajamas: one of Jungkook’s shirts and a pair of worn out shorts.

As you let yourself get comfortable under the sheets, you felt your phone ringing and you quickly grabbed it, smiling slightly when you saw your boyfriend's name on the screen.

You swiped to answer the call and calmed yourself.

“Hey, Kook! How are you, honey” you smiled. “It feels like we haven’t talked in forever”

“Hey… right” he trailed off.

Jungkook was sitting on a hospital bench, outside of his father’s room. His leg was bouncing up and down with the nerves racking over his body.

“Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah!” you lied. “I am, actually. Of course. I actually passed my last test yesterday so…”

“That’s great” Jungkook breathed out in a smile.

“I know!” you squealed. “I was so nervous. But well, if I’m going to be the best makeup artist ever, I gotta pass the hardest tests, I mean, right?”

“Yeah” Jungkook said, biting his lip and rolling his lip ring with his tongue. “Y/N…”

“Yeah, babe?”

Jungkook pressed his eyes together at the nickname. “We… we should break up” he said all in one breath.

You blinked a couple of times, feeling your heart stopping its beating for a couple of seconds. “Huh?” you asked in a small voice. “What do you mean?”

“Waiting on my dad without knowing when he’ll wake up… must be hard for you too” Jungkook said, feeling the tears he had tried so hard to hold in his eyes, starting to fall. He sniffled and looked down to his feet. “It’s not fair to you”

You felt your vision getting blurry with tears. “What- what are you talking about?” you asked him. “It’s not hard for me at all, Jungkook” you lied. “I can wait, it’s all right”

“I don’t feel that’s what you deserve, Jagiya. I can’t even be there for you when you need me” Jungkook cried. “I feel so bad about it”

“You don’t have to feel bad about me, Jungkook” you cried.

“But I do! You’ve had an anxiety attack and I couldn’t even be there for you. God knows what else you might be going through or what you’ll go through and I’ll be unable to be there for you because of my current situation!” Jungkook said, his face completely soaked with tears of sadness.

“I said I’m fine, Kook. Why are you doing this?” you sobbed. Jungkook didn’t answer. “I don’t want to break up. Nuh-uh” you shook your head as you frowned. “I can- fuck, I can even make money to fly back and fourth but we’re not over, we’re not!”

“I… I can’t let you do that” Jungkook chuckled humorlessly.

“Why not? Jungkook, that is my decision” you told him.

Jungkook smiled at your words and how you stood your ground. Just like you’ve always done.

“Do well in Uni, Jagi. Don’t wait for my calls anymore, okay?” he asked softly.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” You cried, almost grabbing your hair and ripping it out of your head from how he was talking. “Don’t say it like it’s our last time”

“It is…” he sobbed.

“No, I’m hanging up, Jungkook. You can call me when you’re in your right mind. Okay?” you said and hung up.

You threw your phone further away on the bed and dropped your face on your pillow, sobbing your lungs out and kicking your feet.

Karina came into the room, hearing your cries and immediately wrapped her arms around you, soothing you.

Meanwhile, in the United States, Jungkook stared at his phone and let out a sob that racked through his whole body. He let his head drop and cried, alone in a hospital hallway, his shoulders shaking.

「 ✦ 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬?✦ 」

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The days went by slowly, oh so slowly. It was torture. Seokjin, the one who knew how to cheer you up the most, didn’t know what to do. He had run out of jokes to tell you, the ones he knew that he’d have you cackling and grabbing your stomach in seconds.

Jimin, whom you’ve always considered your soulmate, always reminding each other how scary it was how alike you thought, didn’t even know what you were thinking now. He couldn’t decode what was on your head anymore.

Karina didn’t know what to do either. She didn’t want to pressure you into going out to get your mind off things, but she also didn’t want you to mope around forever in your shared apartment.

Taehyung was going crazy as well, because he knew that Jungkook, one of his best friends, wasn’t going to come around any time soon and, because he cared for you, he felt so bad for you as well.

A month passed by and Karina had moved out of the apartment to Taehyung’s. You were genuinely happy for her, because you knew how long it had taken for those two to confess their feelings, and you knew how much they loved each other.

But, at the same time, you were jealous of her. Because you didn’t get to have that with Jungkook, and you knew that you weren’t going to have that.

At the same time, you wanted to have all of those things but you didn't want it with anybody that wasn’t Jeon Jungkook. And it hurt like hell.

Jimin was the one who was the most present and there for you during your break up. He’d bring you your favorite ramen, bring you take out, bring you the snacks you knew you’d like, bring you pads for your periods, etc.

He had been your rock throughout the whole process, and it made you realize just how lucky you were to have him.

“Thank you, Chim” you smiled at him when he handed you the ramen bowl.

He smiled. “You’re welcome, Y/N-innie” he said, patting your hair.

“No. Not only for the ramen, I mean. For- for everything you’ve done so far” you said, your eyes lining up with tears. “I’m so thankful to have a friend like you. I’m really lucky”

Jimin bowed his head down at the mention of the word friend, but he let it slide, for your and his own sake. “Yeah, don’t mention it. I know you’d do the same for me”

“Of course” you smiled, and grabbed his hand.

He covered your hand with his free hand and smiled at you. “You know, I’ve been to therapy these past couple of years and one thing that I found really… really helpful for… you know… letting go of some unsaid feelings, thoughts, whatever is going through your mind, is to write them down in letter form” he said.

“Chim-”

“I know. It’s just an idea. Something that worked for me” Jimin spoke softly to you, caressing your hand. “You can address it to… you know who, and tell that person how you feel, without sending it to him actually. It worked for me” he shrugged

You didn’t say anything.

“I’ll bring you some diet coke, is that okay?” Jimin said, standing up from the bed.

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah. You know me so well, thanks” you chuckled.

“No worries”

Once he left, you placed the bowl on the nightstand and went to your desk to grab your phone that had just finished charging.

Accidentally, on your way back to bed, you bumped your hip into your desk chair, making the bag that was on it, fall to the floor.

“Shit” you said, grabbing your hip in pain and crouching down to put your bag on the desk chair again.

When you moved the bag out of the way, you saw something underneath your desk. You quickly grabbed it with a frown and your heart started beating faster when you saw what it was.

It was a photo strip taken at a photobooth, with you and Jungkook in it, kissing, looking so in love like you had always been. It had written in sharpie: happy 11 months, babe!

You felt a tear run down your cheek at the memory. It was a gift he had given you 3 months ago, for your 11th month anniversary. You couldn’t even celebrate a full year together because you had broken up a week prior to the date.

Your chin quivered with sadness and turned the picture down, unable to continue staring at it.

But as you turned it down, you realised that something was written at the back.

“I hope we can go to Namsan, to make a wish upon the first snow… so we can be together forever”

You frowned as you cried.

Now, that wish, to be together forever, was further away than Jungkook.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The next day, you walked out of Uni with Karina and Seokjin by your side, chuckling at some dumb story that Seokjin had told.

“Oh God, shut up, Jin” Karina rolled her eyes.

“No, Karina, but I’m telling you. We have to go to that Karaoke again” he insisted. “We’ll have so much fun, this time, Y/N-innie, you’re coming with us. No exceptions”

“Okay, okay” you sighed.

Karina and Seokjin turned to look at each other and squealed. “Yeah!” Seokjin said, grabbing your waist and twirling you around.

“Y/N’s back!” Karina smiled, clapping her hands.

“Oh God, put me down, Seokjin!” you yelled.

“Sorry” he mumbled.

You chuckled and then gasped, feeling something dropping on your hand.

Your eyes fell to the back of your hand and saw a white, little, snowflake.

“Oh, it’s snowing, look!” Karina gasped.

You looked up and saw the snowy weather.

Why did everything remind you of him?

That night, you couldn’t help but drive all the way to Namsan Tower, and as you reached the outer observatory, you sat down on a bench and sighed.

“Okay… here goes my wish” you whispered under your breath. “I wish… to get the job I applied for last week. I really hope I get it, I’m needing the money” you sighed.

You licked your lips and looked up.

“And I wish for Jungkook’s dad to get okay” you said. “I guess, that’s a little selfish, wishing twice” you brushed the snow from your hair and stood up, ready to go home. “Whatever wish comes true… I’m happy with either of those” Feeling like you’ve completed your purpose, you walked out of Namsan Tower, and went straight back home.

「 ✦ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✦ 」

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jungkook sat by his dad’s hospital bed, while scrolling down on the gallery app.

It was self-torture, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he felt the need to go through every photo you’ve taken together.

He swiped over every photo, memorizing every feature on your face and recalling every memory behind every single photo.

He stopped when he reached a particular one.

You were on his bed, wearing his shirt. You were holding his brother’s new pup, the one he had given you two to care of for a week because he had gone on vacation.

He felt a sob rack through his throat at the memory, one which he recalls was the happiest of his life.

He didn’t know how happy he was back then, but now, he knows he had never been happier.

And it was all because of you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Once you got back home, you sat on your desk and grabbed your macbook, opening it.

You remembered Jimin’s words.

Write a letter to Jungkook, addressing it to him, without sending it. Just to free some feelings.

That was easy.

You grabbed a hair tie, wrapping it around your hair in a bun and let out a shaky breath.

Dear Jungkook,

It’s been almost 2 months since our last call. I guess you can say I’ve been doing fine, academically speaking.

I’ve passed my classes and I’m only one exam away from getting my degree early with Karina. We’re so excited. We honestly cannot wait to start working already.

I wonder if you’ve started studying music over there. I know that Jimin and you would’ve been such a power music couple. You would’ve broken every single record. I hope one day I can hear the music you made. You know, even the ones you played for me.

I know I stopped texting. And I’m sure you’re wondering why. But it’s because I realized that maybe this was for the better. Maybe we weren’t supposed to be together for the rest of our lives like we had planned. Like we wanted to. Like I wanted to. At some point, I got tired of the read status. It made me sad. I can’t do that to myself anymore.

It’s snowing here. I hope the place you’re in is warm, I know you don’t enjoy cold weather that much.

I won’t contact you anymore.

I promise.

I just felt like this was for the better. Writing a goodbye letter to get closure.

So that we can get some closure.

So that I can get some closure.

Goodbye.

You finished writing the letter and pressed your lips together.

Your eyes looked up on the screen and saw Jungkook’s contact on the message inbox.

Without a second thought, you copied the letter and sent it to him. You quickly shut the macbook and stood up from the desk. You let yourself fall on your ass on the bed, placing your back against the bedpost.

The tears fell across your cheeks, like a waterfall.

Closure. That’s exactly what was needed.

「 ✦ 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐃-𝐘-𝐈-𝐍-𝐆 ✦ 」

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 PRESENT DAY 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” you blinked.

Jimin let out a little laugh. “Did you hear what I just said?” he asked.

You licked your lips. “Yeah…”

“Well, will you let me?” Jimin asked. “Will you let me help you get over him?”

You looked at your feet and got nervous. “I- I don’t know, Chim”

“I’m not trying to pressure you” Jimin said, putting his hands up in a defensive manner. “Just let me take you out. Once… twice… as many times as you want”

“That’s why you got annoyed that I kept bringing Nari up, huh?” you asked.

“Well… yeah, kind of” Jimin chuckled.

You chewed on your lip.

“Okay”

Jimin frowned. “Okay… what?”

You smiled. “I’ll let you take me out, Chim”

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 8 months ago

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DEEP | HAND BOOK

Deep | M.YG ✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, oral sex[female/male receiving], unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION),spanking ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist of main story

Min Yoongi

Birthday: March 9th 1993 Age: 23 Occupation/lives: full time student, lives next door to Y/n hobbies: writing, sleeping, hooking up, watching over y/n, hanging out with y/n, hanging out with his friends. talents: piano prodigy, poetry, guitar, wood working, basketball (ask y/n) passion/dream: music, become a producer. favorite foods: anything y/n cooks, his mothers/y/n's mother cooking favorite color: white spirit animal: a black cat major: Business management, minor: music technology best friends(who he considers): Jin, Namjoon, and hoseok friend group: Jin, Namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, jungkook, y/n, etc relationship status: single Y/n (fake dating), fuck buddies with y/n first love: y/n (she doesn't know) Things he's come to like cause of y/n: kissing, he's addicted to the taste of her lips even if the kiss leads to nothing more than just a make out session he is satisfied with just kissing, tongues sliding together as you both messily suck, exchanging breaths. it's heaven on earth for him. (will be updated) background: Min yoongi is a only child, his father is a successful entrepreneur with a 1.6 million dollar company. His mother is a retired teacher. He has a business management degree due to being the heir to his fathers company, chose to get a minor in music technology because of his passion in music.

Y/N

birthday: March 11th 1993 Age: 23 occupation/lives: full-time student, lives next to yoongi hobbies: reading, writing, hanging out with yoongi,(window) shopping, karaoke with jihye, baking, cooking, swimming. talents: baking, cooking, calligraphy. passion/dream: books, her dream is to open a cafe which is also a book store. favorite foods: yoongi's cooking, peaches favorite color: blue sprit animal: butterfly (specifically the emperor butterfly) major: business management, minor in writing best friends: Yoongi, Jihye, junho friend group: jihye, abby, serena, iseul, hana,nari relationship status: momentarily taken, fuck buddies with yoongi first love: yoongi (he suspects) background: y/n, only child. Her parents are both writers who publish children and university course books. y/n's mother met her husband through her best friend who was looking for a fellow writer to proof-read a project he was working on. y/n chose business management as her major due to wanting to open a cafe that is also a book store in the future. she has a minor in writing since she was stuck in between both degrees until yoongi convinced her to just take writing as a minor instead of giving it up.

Jeon Jungkook

Birthday: September 1st 1997 age: 20 occupation/lives: full-time student, has his own apartment hobbies: drawing/painting, guitar, boxing, taekwondo, gaming, photography, video editing, swimming, tattoo artist talents: boxing, painting/drawing, he drew every tattoo thats on his body passion/dream: - major: fine arts in film and photography best friends: Taehyung and jimin friend group: Jin, namjoon, hoseok, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, eunwoo relationship status: single first love: - background: - (will be updated in future)

Friends Kim namjoon(22)/major: music technology, minor in writing Kim seokjin(24)/graduated: film and visual arts, occupation: acting Jung hoseok(22)/major: fine arts (specialied in dance) Park jimin(21)/major: fine arts (specialized in dance) Kim taehyung(21)/ major: film and visual arts, minor in photography

RULES

1. Once we start this relationship, only I'm (yoongi) allowed to stop it.

2. We aren't allowed to see anyone else

3. we will always use condoms, we will only have raw sex once

4. finish inside, only once

5. we will have sex twice a week, and if both parties are up for it then the weekend as well

6. the moment I (yoongi) call this off, we will never talk again

7. We will never have drunk sex, if yoongi can help it

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minniepetals · 2 years ago

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cry me a river | the pawns

— summary: when pawns are used well, they are the soul of the chess. you might as well take advantage of what you’re given

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 6.4k

— warnings: none

— PART 22 / previous post / masterpost

“Why did she call you buttercup?”

“Buttercups reminded her of me,” you answer Yoongi as take your steps into Bangtan’s manor for the first time in weeks. “Bright and yellow, pretty little thing.” You pause. “And a weed in her path.”

“She was never on your list?”

“Nari had always been insignificant,” you say with arms crossing over your chest, wanting to leave it at that.

But Yoongi isn’t satisfied with the short answer. “You never told me how the two of you got involved.”

“What can I say,” you shrug, “the Vipers were our ally so inevitably, we met. I caught her attention with my face and she grew intrigued and envious.” He told you his history so you might as well entertain him with yours. Just a little though. Only a little. “I’m sure you know it better than I, your little sister—”

“She’s not my sister.” He’s quick to cut you off, stern and firm. Yoongi isn’t someone who cares too much about the things that leave people’s lips. He lets them yap off as much as they’d like, so when he does ever speak up on things, you know just how serious he is.

So you nod, sending him a tight smile. “Right, right. That little celery,” you correct yourself, “she can get a bit crazy when she doesn’t get something she likes, or when the attention is shifted away from her.”

“She’s never had her attention shifted away in the times I lived in that manor,” Yoongi says and you give him a blank look.

Small little Yoongi, probably just the same as you who never received attention and love and was just seen as nothing more than an heir who was meant to fulfill his role. On the other hand, you never saw your father loving another, or even having the ability to love at all. There’s a bit of comfort knowing your father was incapable of feeling, so he had no one to show it to and you had no one to grow envious of, even though it did take you a while to get smart about understanding him. Yoongi on the other hand had to grow up seeing his father show his affection to someone else.

He got out quicker than you though, and fled the scene before things could go downhill.

You came to a realization too late. It was your body that had to force you to “wake up.”

“So imagine what it was like when that moment finally came to her.” Up the stairs and to the right. It’s a bit funny you’re getting used to navigating through this manor like it’s your own. Once upon a time, it was yours. “The spotlight switching from her to me gave her quite the scare.”

Yoongi opens the door to Namjoon’s office and you walk in casually.

“I met her before I met you,” you say and he gives a moment of pause before following you right in when you take your designated seat, the same seat you’ve always taken whenever you walk into this room.

Namjoon’s already sitting across from you, taking a sip of coffee from his cup with Seokjin stood to his side as his second in command. Yoongi takes his position on his leader’s other side while Mingyu stays to your right.

“Do you know Alexander Larsen?” You start without hesitation, leaning back into your seat and trying to make yourself comfortable.

In truth, you will never get comfortable.

“Alexander Larsen?” Seokjin raises a brow at your question. “You don’t mean from the Norwegian mafia, do you? You’re not talking about the Kingsmen, are you?”

“So you do know of him.” You cross a leg over the other, feeling satisfied.

“You want to go after an old man?”

“It’s not the grandpa I want to go after, it’s his son.”

“Karl Larsen?” He shares a brief glance with Namjoon, expression marked with hesitation. “That’s a bit…”

You ignore his trailing comment to continue your point toward Namjoon. “I’d like to get close to gramps and I know you have connections to do so.”

“He’s a don, Y/N. A Godfather. A Norwegian Godfather,” he stresses. “You don’t know who you’re messing with.” Right from your proposal, he’s already denying his offer to help but you’re not about to back down.

“You told me I could use you as my pawn,” you remind him of the contract the two of you made a few weeks ago. “You aren’t supposed to ask me questions and force me back on my plans just because a certain man I want to go after happens to have a Godfather as his father. If I get close to Alexander, my plot against his son would be much easier.”

“It isn’t easy getting close to Alexander,” you hear a different voice coming in through the door but you don’t have to look to know that it’s Hoseok. “Going after a Godfather is the equivalent of signing off your death certificate.”

“Not to mention Alexander is linked to the Italian mafia and you know how dangerous they are.” You roll your eyes when Jimin follows along.

It feels like being scolded all over again.

“Why’re you leaving the scope of Korea?” Taehyung asks.

“Are you deliberately trying to get yourself killed?”

“I said no questions,” you point directly at Jungkook who in turn ignores it by looking away, and return to the boss who sits at the center of them all. “If you’re scared, you can just say that.”

Namjoon frowns at your words, shaking his head subtly. “I can get anyone for you, Y/N, but I don’t want you messing around with foreign mafiosos.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re trying to walk into a battlefield.”

“The whole world has been a battlefield, Namjoon, and just because this particular boss is tougher than other soldiers out there doesn’t mean it’s enough to have me back down. I’m not backing down. I want Karl Larsen dead.”

“It’s dangerous territory.” Still, he denies you the help.

You let out a frustrated grunt. “That’s what you said the last time I proposed leaving Korea.”

“Yeah, and remind me what happened last time?”

Hwang Leehyun.

A living nightmare.

You cross your arms across your chest when he hits you with that, their eyes piercing without any hints of backing down and you suddenly have this urge to punch someone in the face. It feels like being in the eyes of your father all over again, being told you cannot do this or that, that you must do that and this. Like a child who does not, who can not, make her own decisions without the permission from her parents.

“Why do you even care whether I make it out okay or not?” So you snap with a click of your tongue, anger fueling. “This is my mission and my plot against the person I want dead.” You turn to Hoseok. “I’ve already told you I don’t care what happens to me down this path I’m walking on. If life decides it’s done with me, then so be it.”

If I die, I die, you told him once and Hoseok, frustrated in his own sense, turns to your right hand man instead of facing you.

“Aren’t you going to stop her?”

When all eyes fall on him, Mingyu has to take a moment to spare you a glance. You, who shoots a glare at Hoseok for even thinking of looking to him rather than addressing you. And knowing just how you feel, your commander answers in a calm tone.

“Whatever the boss wants, I provide and clear the path to let her get through. It is not my duty to stop her, therefore I hold no protest.”

Hm. Good answer.

“Just what are you feeding your Reapers?” When Hoseok turns back to you, you send him a cheeky grin.

“Loyalty. They’ll always take my side no matter what wrongs I’ve committed.” You look at the rest of them. “You should know about that.” And a bit of awkwardness they clearly don’t enjoy too well walks in, but you decide to ignore the effect those words had on them. “Mingyu knows his place and he knows what his title entails. It’s not his job to stop me. He’s here to clear the path for me and back me up, all the while doing what he can to get me back on my feet if things start going downhill and provide protection.” You give a little pause before adding. “You should learn from him.”

“The last time we let you do what you wanted, you ended up hurt.”

You frown at Seokjin when he says that, eyes avoiding his because you know just what he’s trying to imply. That moment of weakness you had turning to him. Why did you make that mistake?

You were just desperate to find a safe haven after what Leehyun did.

“The only thing with Karl is that he’ll get out my angry side, that’s all,” you say, resting back into the seat you’re in. “The situation won’t be the same. He wasn’t a creep, just some asshole psychopath who should have minded his own business.”

You and your stubborn streak. Namjoon knows you don’t have it in you to let your plans fall to a pause just because someone declines the help you’re seeking for. So he lets out a sigh, fingers pressing into his temples. “Like Hoseok said, getting a Godfather involved in your plans is the equivalent of choosing death.”

It doesn’t matter what sort of thing Karl has done to you to earn your anger. He’s still a son of a powerful man.

“I know,” still you say with acknowledgment, unwilling to back down. “But there will always be risks when it comes to going after people, and in this case, I’m walking a fine line between life and death, but as long as I can prove my worth and show Alexander that I’m a better pawn than his son, I have a higher chance returning here safe and sound. And besides,” you intertwine your fingers into one another and have your hands sit on your lap, “when it comes down to it, you’re all great at getting out of a sticky situation. If worse comes to worst, I’m sure I can rely on my pawn’s protection. You’re not trying to go back on your words again, now are you, Kim Namjoon?”

A promise is a promise.

A vow is a vow.

The Reapers have learned to master it and have proven again and again that their pledge to you is something that is unshakable.

Namjoon asked you to collapse into him. They vowed to never let you fall.

And yet here you are now, a shattered mess of glass.

It looks like your choice of words gets to him because Namjoon’s shifting in his seat, uncomfortable, but he has no reason to say no to you now, not after you’ve brought the contract he wrote back into his face. And the past that left you scarred.

“.....I know someone who might be able to get you in contact with Alexander,” he finally says, “but it will be up to you to figure out how to get him on your side.”

The corner of your lips curls upward. “That’s all I need.”

And before the conversation can move on, Mingyu bends down to your side, whispering something into your ear. “They need you at The Academy.”

You give him a nod and uncross your legs to begin standing again. “Let’s pick up this conversation another time, yeah? You should prepare for my absence for at least a month or more. It won’t be easy getting close to a Godfather, after all.”

And with that, you walk off with Mingyu tailing along, leaving the seven of them still unsure about all of this.

“Sunoo refuses to sleep, my lady. I used to wake up to him trashing in his sleep and having to force him to wake up and ask him what was wrong but he never tells me anything. Now, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I just see Sunoo on his bed, wide awake. The teachers and I have tried to help but…nothing’s helping him.”

Jungho stands with his head lowered as he fiddles around with his fingers, those little shoulders of his trembling slightly, and when you look at the headmaster for confirmation, she simply nods.

“So you asked the headmaster to call for me, yes?” The little boy nods at your question. “And why is that, Jungho? Why do you believe I can be of help?”

“I-I don’t know, my lady,” he answers truthfully, “but…Sunoo is my best friend and…and I want to help him get better so I thought…I thought that you would have a higher chance at helping than I.”

“You believe that I, someone who doesn’t know him quite as nearly as you do, who has spent years growing up with him, can be of better assistance?”

Jungho nods again. “Because..”

“Because?”

“When he did sleep…Sunoo used to call for your name.”

A droplet falls onto the floor where his feet stands, then another is quick to follow along, but Jungho keeps his head buried against his chest so that all you can see is the back of his hair. So you give Mingyu a look and he nods in return, turning to the child with a hand on his shoulder to lead him away while you head for the dorm the two of them have been assigned to.

Sunoo sits with a blank stare when you enter the room and shut the door behind you. Under the little boy’s eyes are dark bags that shouldn’t be there. He looks worse than the last time you saw him, a little daintier, not quite as skinny as he used to be when he worked under Ying but he might as well be getting back to that stage.

To that little child who was all skin and bones, his clothes too baggy for him when he’d look up at you determined and unwilling to give up hope.

He’s grown since then, putting on some meat, cheeks less hollowed, and a little more life in his physique, but that little spark of hope he had in him is dim. He hasn’t even realized you’ve walked in and Sunoo is someone who’s been taught to stay on high alert due to the fear instilled in him.

You’ve been trying to heal these children but just what are you doing if he’s still like this?

“Sunoo.”

When you call his name, he looks up with a slow reaction, though his eyes widen at the sight of you as expected. “My lady?” His voice is small and when he goes to shuffle from his bed to reach the floor, his legs give in underneath him when he tries to get to you.

You grab ahold of him before he can hurt his knees, picking him up effortlessly and setting him back onto the bed. He sits there with wide eyes searching for something, little fingers gripping onto the sleeve of your shirt a little too tight it turns white.

There is fear in his eyes, you realize.

The fear you never got to see when he hid them in that room the two of you were in because he wanted to be brave, because he wanted to uphold the promise he gave unto you.

A child shouldn’t have gone through that.

“When was the last time you’d eaten?” You ask him, knowing that asking him if he’s eaten at all is dumb because it’s clear he hasn’t eaten in a while. You take the hands that balled onto you, placing them onto one another in his lap but knowing not to let it go. It probably gives him comfort knowing he can physically touch you.

“I…” His voice shakes so he’s quick to shut himself up with his teeth biting onto his lower lip. It quivers so he lowers his head and you give him the privacy by standing from the floor to sit beside him on the bed instead.

He keeps himself as silent as he can, and you watch the way he struggles, the way those little shoulders tremble in the way Jungho had and the way you remember the rest of them did when you rescued them that night.

Hiding. Hiding.

All for you.

You feel some sort of hatred boiling within you because you know that all this hiding is for you and you hate yourself for doing this to them.

“Do you know something, Sunoo?” You let one hand remain holding his while the other reaches behind to rub along his back. “There is nothing in this world that will make me hate you for crying.”

He remains quiet but there’s a little jostle in his body when you say that. As if he’s surprised, as if he can’t believe you’d just said that.

“Do you believe crying is a sign of weakness?” You ask him and he gives you a small, honest nod. “Why do you believe that, Sunoo?”

“Because you hate it.”

Of course the reason comes back down to you. You’ve instilled something in them your father instilled in you. That crying is weak, that loving is dumb, that emotions must never be revealed to another because no one will care for you if you fail at these three tasks.

You’re becoming your father.

You want to punch the wall, kick something, anything, shoot a bullet into someone’s head, bring out a knife, and stab it into something. Anything.

But you know not to, not before a child, so rather than wanting to take out your anger onto something, you let yourself seek peace in the child.

You cup Sunoo’s face and force him to turn your way so that he cannot hide, so that you can allow yourself to see the tears that splash onto those eyes of his, and when they fall out from the corners of his eyes and you see the way he watches with surprise and redness in his pupils and on his cheeks and nose and lips, you press your forehead against his, forcing him to stop running away.

“There is nothing in this world that will make me hate you for crying,” you repeat your words to him once again because it’s hard. It’s hard trying to find any other words to comfort him because you’re bad at it, because you don’t know how to do it without giving a part of yourself to him. “You are seven, Sunoo. You are supposed to cry when something hurts you.”

“...” You see the way his lips quiver rapidly before he allows more tears to form along his waterline and inevitably fall.

“Do not bite your lips, you will hurt yourself.” He tries to remain silent but you refuse to let him, swiping a finger to let him loosen up, and with your permission, Sunoo cries as a child should.

He voices his frustrations, lets out the screams he’s been holding in, and cries as loud as he can while you hold him in your arms, covering his head into your chest so that he can still feel your presence and know that you aren’t going anywhere. That you’re accepting him. That he doesn’t need to hide from you.

Have you ever cried like this?

So loud and broken?

You did once. So many times. So many years ago.

When you were scared and frightened. When you had Mister Butler there to hold onto you when you needed to let the tears out.

“Do not bite your lips, you will bleed.”

He was the one who taught you that it was okay to let it all out when you cried, that it was okay to be loud, that you didn’t have to fear anyone hearing you.

It feels like a distant dream more than anything, however, because ever since the first few days of being sent to the White Room after Mister Butler died, you had let the fear return to haunt you once again. The fear of being loud. Succumbing to the silence.

Fearing the noise.

“You were gone, my lady.” Sunoo’s voice allows you to return to reality. “You were..you were dead, my lady.”

“...Was I?”

“I dreamt it,” his voice croaks. “She killed you.” So those were the nightmares that feared him into refusing to sleep when he needed it. He dreamt of your death, of him being unable to get you out of that situation.

You admit if it weren’t for Yoongi, Nari would have most definitely snapped and actually ended you right then and there. Yoongi saved your life and lost an eye as a result.

“I’m right here, Sunoo. I’m still alive.” You make sure he knows when you squeeze over his body a little tighter.

Sunoo leans in closer, nuzzling into your embrace.

“I-I know but…but the sun will set again and you’ll leave and…and what if that gentleman hadn’t been there with us? You would have…you could have…”

A sun setting.

The darkness.

The dreaded darkness.

You know just how Sunoo feels because you still fear the darkness. You still hate it when the sun sets because it means absolute darkness until the sun decides to rise again hours later. Hours that feel like days and weeks and months and years. Hours that seem to tick like the seconds are running a year too late. Hours that have you staring straight at the ticking clock, begging it to go faster and faster but it never seems to go as you ask.

That’s why all the clocks in the manor have been either destroyed or thrown away.

Living with your father still alive, you were unable to do things your way but ever since his death, you’ve reorganized lots and lots of things to accommodate your wants and needs.

The clocks are all gone.

“Do you want to come to Norway with me?”

Sunoo looks up suddenly at the suggestion, his brows furrowed with disbelief and for a second you want to take it back because you know it’s a bad idea. You’re there to kill someone after all, to exact your revenge, and having Sunoo in that environment won’t be good.

But this child needs you and he needs the light.

“Northern Norway is a country where the sun does not set during summertime, so you do not have to fear for the darkness.” Once upon a time, you spoke of a wish to visit the Land of the Midnight Sun. Norway. It’s funny the way things are piecing together, funny how no matter how much you want to run away from your past, it always seems to catch up to you. “Jungho will come as well, so you do not have to be alone and so he does not have to sleep here by himself.”

“And the others?” He always thinks of the others. Sunoo is a big brother to all the kids and he keeps strong for them so you know he must be worrying about them feeling left out but this is a foreign country you’re visiting to exact revenge. The less kids, the better.

“They will have to stay. Norway will be dangerous, Sunoo,” you tell him half the truth, not wanting to be too transparent but knowing that letting him believe this will be nothing but a vacation and letting him stay naive will not be good for him.

Kids have to know. The more aware they are, the better prepared they will be.

“But maybe in the future, I can allow for field trips in The Academy.”

“Really?” He sounds a bit brighter at the thought.

“Only if I can get stronger,” you tell him. “Though that may or may not happen and if it does, it will be in the far future.”

“Why do you say that, my lady?”

You wipe the tears from his face when he appears to be calming down. “Because there are still a lot of people who underestimate me or see me as a threat and wish to do something about it.”

“Like that lady?”

“Like that lady.” You take the tissue box from his nightstand to hand it to him and watch as he goes on to blow his nose. “So until people learn not to mess around with me, until my name alone brings fear to them, you’ll have to wait to be allowed to do whatever you want.”

“..Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.” You press a hand to his head, smoothing his hair down. “You won’t have to confine yourself in this school anymore. All of you will be allowed to go anywhere you want, whenever you want. No one will be able to mess with you and you won’t have to fear for your safety. Though that comes with learning how to properly defend yourselves. You will do that for me, won’t you?”

Sunoo is quick to nod happily. “I’ll learn to protect myself and I’ll learn to protect my brothers and sisters. And you too, my lady.”

“That’s right. So until then, be a little more patient, alright?”

“You…please tell me you’re joking. You’re bringing children to Norway?” It’s comical the way Seokjin runs his hand down his face as he tries to fathom what you’ve just told him. He looks more stressed than he’s ever been before. “Namjoon’s not going to agree to that.”

“Why does Namjoon’s opinion matter?”

“You never mentioned bringing children to the mission was going to be part of the plan!”

“They aren’t. I’ll just need an extremely safe house where it’ll be hard for anyone to locate to ensure their safety.”

He lets out a long suffering sigh and you want to laugh a little because despite the fact that Seokjin appears to always look calm and collected, he tends to lose his cool easily. He doesn’t get upset but he stresses a good amount. “Why’re you bringing them along in the place?” He asks and you look away.

“I’m not obligated to tell you.”

He grows more agitated. “Don’t tell me you’re going to exploit them into helping you with getting close to Alexander?”

“You think I’m that shallow?” You give him a deadpan expression. “They’re not in any part of the plan. Just think of it as them leaving for a field trip.”

He rests a hand on his temples, takes a moment to breathe as he takes a small lap around a small invisible circle before speaking again. Level headed. “Field trip. Right. As if you aren’t going out there signing your life away to Alexander Larsen!”

Not so level-headed.

He’s losing his cool and you grin at how he tries so hard to keep calm but eventually gives in. “If you’re that worried, why don’t you tag along? Come before the rest of you come when it’s time to take action.”

“I can’t,” Seokjin grunts as he runs a hand through his hair. “Hoseok and Jungkook are already assigned to go with you and I have to stay by Namjoon’s side. He’s a wreck without me.”

“Of course he is.”

He glares your way before continuing. “He’s not going to allow you to take the kids.”

“Come on, Kim Seokjin. You’re the Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon’s right hand man, the only one who can get through to him when his stubborn ass refuses to let anyone talk him down from his decisions.” You give him a small poke on his arm, teasing a bit, and Seokjin takes note of the way you feel a little comfortable touching him even in the slightest bit. “I’m sure you can cool him down once he receives news that I’m bringing Sunoo and Jungho along.”

“Cool him down?” Not even convince him to agree but to cool him down. Meaning you aren’t backing from your decision, and Seokjin close his eyes as he takes in another deep breath, praying to God to allow him to keep his patience because he knows he’s stuck dealing with two stubborn people where one does whatever she wants and the other is easy to rile up when the right buttons are pushed.

And you know just the right buttons to push.

“Good luck buddy, I’ll see you when I see you.” With that, you salute him a goodbye and walk off with a grin plastered on your face.

“Y/N?”

The man Namjoon sets you up to meet in Norway is tall in the figure, with blonde hair combed neatly back, and a black suit to match with piercing green eyes that you’re sure to have probably earned many women in his life to swoon.

He’s quite a looker; handsome and tall and carries an aura of authority.

“Asher Larsen.” You say his name in perfect English and extend a hand out to shake it just briefly.

He takes a seat across from you, brows a bit furrowed, jaws set tight. “I can get you in to meet my grandfather but whatever it is you wish to do is none of my business. That will be the farthest I will do for you.”

“Of course. That’s all I need.”

Asher Larsen, grandson of Alexander Larsen, Karl’s nephew, and an intelligent man amongst the Kingsmen. You aren’t sure what Namjoon’s told him about you or the mission in general but he seems like the type who’ll only care about something that he’s actually interested in. And clearly, whatever you’re doing here, he has no intention of getting involved. He’s probably witnessed a few similar scenes before so he can probably guess what it is you’re after, which makes your job a lot easier.

In London, Taehyung was assigned to stay with you during the majority of your plot. Norway, as Seokjin said, Hoseok and Jungkook are here by your side, but unlike London, you won’t have someone here on your side to give you much aid in the way you had Hyunjin.

Asher is only here to be a bridge. Nothing more, nothing less.

He takes you to a private party that night where you walk in by his side as his guest, and for some odd reason, things already begin to spiral as a commotion is heard not long after your arrival.

“Do you often have your security breached like this?” You turn to Asher who gives you a quizzical expression.

“You mean this wasn’t you?”

“To try and grab your grandfather’s attention?” You laugh a little. “That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think? If it was me behind this, it’d only want him to make an enemy out of me, and that’s not what I’m after.”

No one’s by your side tonight, it’s a private party after all, and though you’re sure your Reapers, along with Hoseok and Jungkook, aren’t too far away for you to leave and make an escape before something goes wrong, somehow you don’t feel the need to run away even when the chandelier from the ceiling falls and shatters glass all over the floor.

“How interesting,” is what you utter when the bright lights of the party fall dim and all that’s left is the light of the dawn sky from above the small, circular glass ceiling.

“Do you care one bit about your safety?” Asher questions you when he sees every other guest making an escape while you remain standing where you’ve been the whole time. He doesn’t look like he’s in a state of panic, and you guess he’s probably used to these things. Who wouldn’t be when you’re born into this business?

“Of course I do, but—”

“You should leave before something goes wrong.” He takes your wrist and pushes you towards the emergency exit, but you just can’t seem to run.

“Asher.” You look around, eyes sharp and quick. “Where’s your grandfather?”

Asher looks exasperated with you. “When things like this happen, my grandfather’s the first to escape. Now—”

“Something’s odd.”

“What’s odd?”

“The party started an hour before we arrived, right? So why was it that the second we walked in, they decided to stop it then? Why when you arrived?” You look towards the entrance door that’s now closed and blocked off, the chandelier that fell at the center of the grand room, just a few feet away from where the two of you were standing.

Luckily no one seems to be on the verge of death and there are people helping some guests leave from a side door, but besides that, there doesn’t seem to be any present physical threat in this room. One might believe they’re not here because Alexander isn’t here but still, you feel an odd sense of something.

You turn back to Asher just as he’s trying to calculate what you just said. “Tell me, Asher, are you someone your grandfather favors?”

“My grandfather doesn’t have favorites.”

“But you are intelligent and a great asset to the Kingsmen.” Just as you said that, you catch sight of a man who had been pretending to help an injured man point a gun towards Asher, who has his back turned to him, and in seconds, you’re rushing to Asher, take hold of the gun he held on the back of his belt, and pierce a bullet straight into the man’s forehead.

Asher turns around, stunned, and you take another man out on the second story of this room.

“You don��t have an extra gun or something, do you? Because we were told not to bring guns to this party.” You flash him an awkward grin but the man only shakes his head.

Well. At least you’re prepared.

Throwing him back his gun, to which he easily catches to eliminate more men, you take your two hairpins that had been holding your hair up this whole time, and use it as your weapon, stabbing along the masked men who have been bold enough to operate on this mission tonight.

Asher and you are an unstoppable force, it’s almost a bit thrilling having the chance to get back into action and overpowering the enemies as if they were simple ants pestering and getting in your way. You forgot how fun this can be after being held up in bed for almost two months, unable to move properly.

Something catches your attention when a lady dressed in a black and white suit stumbles onto her feet with something in her hand, a puppy, and just behind her a long pillar lies, on the verge of tipping over.

No longer watching Asher’s back, you rush over to the scene to pick the running puppy into your arm and grab the woman with your other hand, successfully rescuing them just as the huge cement falls and crashes onto the floor, alerting everyone’s attention.

You simply stare at the dog in your arm. “Behave, will you? Don’t run into danger, that pretty lady was only trying to help.”

It barks and you feel guns pointed straight at you.

The room falls silent, nothing is heard, and you can’t put a finger on why it is that you’re now the target and they’re ignoring Asher.

Is it the puppy? Is the puppy’s life far more valuable than Asher’s?

“Y/N!” You hear Asher’s call and keeping a firm grip on the puppy, rush to dodge the bullets that fly your way with Asher’s help in shooting down a few of them.

Your body twists and turns, flipping and jumping, doing all it can so that the bullets can only breeze past your skin and not pierce through it, all the while you use your hairpin to stab nearby opponents down with a dog in your hand.

The last of them die against the piercing of your hairpin against their neck, and while you feel eyes on you from the people who were hidden away to hide from the fight, you retrieve the two silver accessories from the enemy’s bodies, wiping their blood on the cloth of your dress, before fixing them back easily into your hair.

The dog licks your face unexpectedly, jerking you from it, and you fall completely silent and stunned at what it had just done.

“Boy, what are you doing to me? You can’t just lick someone like that, even if that is in your nature,” you say, face contoured with disgust as you bring him into your hands and extend your arms out so that he’s unable to continue licking you.

He barks with complaint, and there’s a small snicker that you hear from across the room.

When you turn to look, you’re greeted unexpectedly by the very man you came to meet tonight, standing beside Asher with a few guards next to him.

The little dog twists out of your hand and jumps back onto the floor, rushing over to Alexander who easily picks him up.

Ah. So it was his dog. Now it makes sense why the enemies were after me. The dog’s special to him.

“Are you not used to that?” The old man asks when you pat your hand down onto your dress. His English has a bit of an accent, not too distinct, but he’s not as fluent as Asher is.

“Suddenly getting licked in the face? No sir, I have not.”

“He likes you.” The men beside him move to take the enemies away at Alexander’s head signal, and you watch the way the old man pets the little puppy on the head. “Kiwi doesn’t like just anyone.” Kiwi. “They say dogs are better at judging people than humans.”

What are you supposed to say to that? “...Do they now?”

“Come.”

He turns, with the dog in hand, and you blink.

“Huh?”

But he ignores you to give an order to the lady you reduced under the pillar. “Have a room ready for the lady and send people to tend to her.”

“Pardon me sir, but I can take care of myself. I have a place nearby—”

“My place is closer,” he says, and with that, he’s walking off without letting you have another word in, leaving you to simply stand there with a dumbfounded expression.

When you look at Asher who’s still here, he sends you a shrug, along with a small, amused smile curling along his lips. He looks impressed and he probably is, because you’ve just gotten your chance at speaking to Alexander Larsen without approaching him first.

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HATE 4: Fire Meets Gasoline(M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, drug use, yoongi is a tease and I'm putting it as a warning.

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5.3k (yikes)

🌙 Series Index

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🌙 HATE 4: Fire meets Gasoline 🌙

"There's two of us, we're certain with desire. The pleasure's pain and fire. Burn me"

“Traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death” the voice of the Clan’s Head resounded in the meeting room of The Seven Moons “That is the most important code you should know. Dear Nari”

“You break a promise, you lose a finger” J-Hope continued with a smile looking at you, amused as if he had just made a joke.

“The word of the Leader is the law. If he says jump, you jump. If he says you have to rob a bank you go and rob a bank. If he says that you die, then... you die.” Taehyung followed the thread with a bored expression you realized he only wore when you were in the room. All his looks said what he was thinking. He should be out on the streets doing his job by now, not tutoring some stuck up girl.

“Don't sleep with your brothers' wives... unless they invite you.” Jimin giving you a flirty wonk and earning a disapproving grunt from his brothers, except one...

Suga was amused at how uncomfortable you looked.

“Anyway” The Clan’s Head spoke again commanding attention “Dear Nari, you will learn more about our codes as time goes by. However, it is important that you begin to know our clan from the inside. So today, you will start with the most basic. I heard you're not afraid of blood or weapons, is that right?”

Before answering the Head, you looked at Namjoon narrowing your eyes for a second.

Snitches get stitches Kim Namjoon

“Eh... it's true, I'm not afraid of blood or weapons” you answered uneasy feeling all the attention in the room fall on you.

A few sets of eyes loved to see you biting your lips

“Marvelous! So this morning you will spend time in the training dojo with Jungkook. It is important that you know how to defend yourself well and I hope that the rest will be there today to accompany you. A bit of exercise will do good for some of you”

You noticed something about Kim DoHan, The Clan’s Head. He always called them by their real name. All But one, the same exact man who INTERPOL couldn’t find any note or trace of his existence.

Maybe that was the reason they also called him the shadow. You thought

“Father! I can't waste any more time today, Namjoon and I have an investor meeting. Also... “ Jin started a sentence but his father raised his hand and he went instantly quiet.

“Do I have to repeat myself? I hope not, Seokjin. As the eldest I expect more from you, it is you who sets the example for your brothers and I remind you, you are a member of this clan before anything else. I didn't think it was necessary to remind you at your age, but we can always resort to the usual punishments for contradicting your Leader” Jin swallowed his own words.

“No, father. Forgive me” he replied. The Clan Leader knowing his word was final, rose from his seat to leave and his shadow followed right behind.

Apparently the word all did not include Suga.

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Training dojo, Mansion of the Seven Moons, outskirts of Seoul, South Korea.

“Good! I think after stretching we'll all be ready to go. Princess Nari, do you think you can train in those Louboutins? You look beautiful in them, but I don't think they will be very practical” you were no longer surprised by the attitude of the clan’s henchman, Jhope was undoubtedly the personification of the sun's rays.

So much joy overwhelmed you.

“Eh... I didn't bring sportswear in my luggage, I haven't had a chance to buy either” you shrugged your shoulders, looking at your outfit. To be honest, kicking ass in heels and a miniskirt wasn't one of your favorite things.

But you’ve certainly done it before.

The only thing was that you really didn't want to show them your underwear while doing it.

It also had happened before

“There is a solution for everything, princess. Everything except death. I think Jimin could lend you some clothes. I'm sure they're the same size” Jhope looked at his younger brother next to him

“Hey! Who the hell are you saying is the same size as her?” Jimin stood up in front of his brother puffing his chest.

“You're right Jimin-hyung, Miss Nari is a little taller than you” now all the other brothers joined in laughing at Jungkook’s joke.

Jimin turned to push the youngest of his brothers and they both began to punch each other playfully.

Are these the most feared criminals in Asia? They look like a group of teenagers. You couldn’t help but think

“You can use my clothes... little flower” said a voice from the entrance of the dojo. You didn't have to see his face to know who he was “After all, it would look perfect on you too” The rest of the room stopped laughing to look at the newcomer. Jimin and Jungkook stood up off the floor, with the blonde grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

What is he doing here?

“t's fixed then! Princess Nari, go change. Suga will give you some of his clothes” after a few seconds of awkward silence, Jhope exclaimed, patting his hands happily. Truly, this man's optimism was endless.

“I don't think it's correct…”

“No, no. Namjoon, the princess doesn't have training clothes. Suga-hyung can lend it to her for now. Later you can take her shopping. Not another word, it has been said, case closed” Jhope pushed you towards the changing rooms so you could change her clothes.

When you were done changing, the seven Moons were already in pairs doing combat exercises.

The atmosphere between the brothers had become more serious and you could see each one of them fighting with a very particular style.

Jimin looked like he was dancing instead of fighting, his every move was graceful. You could see how his expressions changed from a scowl to an arrogant smile every time he managed to land a punch on Taehyun and the taller one dodged with difficulty.

Although Jimin was faster, Taehyun was stronger. If the shorter one hit him, he would take a few steps back. It was a very even fight, you could tell that each one knew the other's movements perfectly.

Almost to the point where they could predict the next one.

Jin was facing Jungkook, the older against the younger.

JK was pure physical strength. He fought to win and he always, always did. Dry, accurate and aggressive blows. He reminded you a lot of Emmet, your field partner who had been left behind at Interpol headquarters. They both fought like tigers, straight for the prey.

But the eldest of The Seven Moons was not really a fan of physical. Jin liked to fight dirty, he knew how to play very well with his opponents' minds and he always used that to his advantage.

“What's wrong kookie? You are slowing down. Are you nervous to be in front of a pretty girl today, boy? You are a little softie today” Jin was smiling but you could see through his expression. It was all a front to make JK put down his guard

"I know Kookie, she’s a beauty, right? Who knows maybe you’ll end up engaged to her." the boys roared at the oldest last comment.

And you could almost swear Jin winked at you before he punched his brother again. Only to receive a full blow to the face right after

JK’s movements were quick. But you didn't miss the slight blush that spread on the boy's cheeks.

The two kept fighting and you could hear a groan of pain as JK landed another punch to Jin's jaw.

Ouch

But without a doubt, the best fight award was for the one between Suga and Namjoon. The difference in sizes might make you think that the scale would lean towards the tallest one, but they were much more even than everyone else.

Namjoon was a mountain of muscle, strong and hunky that you could see perfectly now that he had removed his designer jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Beneath all the expensive fabric lay his tattooed arms with hardly any room for more ink.

The Second in command fought with the techniques of the expensive martial arts academies in Seoul, which he had attended, he looked like a professional athlete. Every blow he managed to land, left Suga a little unfocused.

That, if he could do it.

The black-haired man might be smaller in size. But he was much faster and more aggressive. Suga fought to kill. There were no middle terms or truce.

He fought like someone who had grown up fighting to survive, he fought like the fighters on the streets.

It was a showdown worth seeing and you could tell from miles away that between the right hand and the shadow there was something much more than a sibling rivalry...

There was resentment.

You could even say

Hate.

And there was no denying, they were brutal.

Not bad for a bunch of useless gangsters.

“Ok princess, you will fight me first. I'm going to teach you some tricks. Let's see, hit me as hard as you can” Jhope caught your attention as he took you to the side of the dojo away from the other fights.

Oh, pretty boy. You really don't want me to hit you

“Come on, don't be afraid. You're not going to hurt me” The young gangster told you, giving you a kind smile. You sighed and raised your right arm, ready to hit him. The man quickly deflected you by grabbing your elbow and knocking you off balance with his knee.

With a strong blow your back made contact with the floor, everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing to see you.

Some laughed a little, others looked at you with pity. It was obvious to them that Jhope would dominate you in combat. Yes, JK was the clan’s combat trainer and a great fighter. But when it really came to hand in hand combat. The brunette could take them all… at once.

Jhope might be the friendliest of all the brothers, but all of that disappeared the moment he started fighting. He was fast, strong and definitely the most complete fighter of them all.

You remembered at that moment reading on his file that he grew up on the streets of Gwangju. Fighting on the illegal rings, sometimes for money, sometimes for drugs but most of the times for fun.

He was a legend.

But you were annoyed by his mocking look, as if it amused him to see you in such a helpless way.

Watch and learn, you dick.

“Let’s do it from the top. It’s all right” JHope extended his hand and you saw it as the perfect opportunity.

You took his wrist with your hands and locked his arm with your legs. He fell instantly to the floor. In his state of shock, you took the opportunity to throw out the knife that he had hidden in one of his pants pockets.

JHope tried to get on top of you. But the moment he did, he realized that you were holding his gun to the side of his forehead and his other knife pressed against his neck.

With another quick movement you released the magazine from JHope's gun. Wriggling out of his grasp and grabbing the other arm from his ankle before he did.

This time, you aimed at the middle of his eyebrows. He couldn't do much to defend himself in that position.

But he was sure you wouldn't shoot him.

Right?

You had pinned him completely unable to move. Everything happened so fast any of them could see you coming. Jhope smiled at you and put his hands up. He had lowered his guard and you had taken him by surprise, that made things much more interesting.

“Shit “ You weren’t sure if the voice was Taehyun's “If She can take Hobi.... “

Fuck I should not have done that...

“She can take all of us... “ Jimin finished his brother's sentence

The eyes of all the moons rested on you “Damn little flower, who would have guessed you were a fighter” Suga spoke, looking into your eyes

“Now Fight me”

I definitely shouldn't have done that...

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Going upstairs to give Suga his clothes back sounded like an amazing idea 10 minutes ago…

Before you got lost walking across the dark halls of the Seven Moons Mansion.

All this fucking ganster money and you couldn’t put a couple more lightbulbs?

You kept walking trying not to remember the embarrassment of having to ask Jimin where Suga's bedroom was.

“Pretty noona, Do you Like my brother?” He said with an amused smile when you said you wanted to personally give his clothes back to him “Well don’t tell Namjoon that I told you. It is on the second floor, take those stairs and walk to the end of the hall. His door is always open… unless he is busy”

Now you were infront of his door and Jimin was right it was open.

There was almost nothing on that room. It felt like it belonged to nobody, maybe he didn't spend time there.

Too busy commiting crimes.

He was sitting on an armchair looking through the window. It reminded you of yesterday when you saw him for the first time in the kitchen.

When nobody was looking The Shadow had an expression that couldn't be something else but sadness.

But why? you thought

After a few seconds you knocked on his door “Hey, sorry I came to give back your clothes. I'm going to leave them here, on this table is it ok?”

He turned to see you and gave you a smug smile while he stood up from where he was sitting. He walked slowly across the room to be right in front of you.

"Oh, Little flower" he said in a low voice, he didn't expect to see you but damn the devil, how he wanted to "haven't they told you that it's not appropriate for a lady like you to come knocking on a man's door this late at night"

He had that shit eating grin on his face again.

And at that point you weren't really sure if you wanted to punch him right in the face...

Or kiss him.

”I came to give back your clothes” you said, looking into his eyes “And I did. So I'm leaving, clearly you're busy”

”Oh, I might not be as refined as the rest of my brothers. But I am a gentleman. For you, I have all the time in the world, flower. You still don’t smoke?”

”No, I don't. I told you” He was looking at you with the feline expression of a cat that is playing with its prey ”You did, but I would be using it as an excuse to have a minute of your company “ You were surprised by his words. Why was he so insistent on spending time with you?

Being inches away from that man sent all your nerves to short circuit.

But you were too proud to let it show.

And most importantly…

you were on a mission.

But maybe, this could be a great opportunity to get some information out of him.

Definitely not an excuse to be alone with him

“And spending time with you in your room at this time of night is okay? I mean… for a lady like me” You raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

He raised his hand and gently put his thumb under your chin “Oh flower. I don’t kiss and tell. Do you?”

“I don’t” you answered

Then he got closer to the shell of your ear to whisper in a husky voice “Then tell me why a pretty girl like you is carrying a gun like this” You were so distracted by his touch that you didn’t realize he took your gun from its holster on your thigh. His black eyes that looked so inviting a few seconds ago now looked like the dark waters of the Han river that run below the house.

And you were sure, he was about to drown you in them.

So you had to make a decision...

Fight

Run

Kiss him

And all of them sounded completely right at this point.

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HanYong Bath House, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea

Standing in front of a pool of red-painted water was the second in command of The Seven Moons.

The bloody corpses of 10 men floated in it

They were from an ally clan.

None of them saw it coming...

Kim DoHan had been their partner for decades and they had watched Namjoon grow up. They always saw him as the next Leader, the successor to his father.

That's why when the young gangster took off his designer clothes to get into the pool, no one really payed attention to what was on his back

The moment those 10 men saw the tattoo...

It was too late.

The ink on the broad back of the Second in command was a death sentence for them.

A death sentence for his clan.

Even for himself.

The young man had an empty expression, as if there was no soul inside his body.

Inside that Bath house in Itaewon

There were the bloody corpses of 10 men inside of a pool

And a young gangster

With his hands stained with blood

And a tattoo of a dragon with a jade sphere in its mouth.

The symbol of the Chinese triads.

His father's enemy clan.

The same one that he had annihilated during the gang war, 20 years ago.

Or so everyone thought.

They have returned to take revenge.

From the hand of his own son.

You and Kim Namjoon had something in common.

You were both traitors...

And traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death.

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It's me again!! Hi hello!!

I'm really sorry I haven't been posting as much.

Life has been... intense lately and I had to take a time of to really recover from everything.

Also, I really want to thank all the people who had liked and reblogged all the chapters. I really really appreciate it.

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magicshopaholic · 2 months ago

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While I'm happy for Nari, why do I feel a pang in my heart for Seulgi? I feel so bad for her. IDK why I'm not feeling Jin all that much right now since he is toying with 2 girls hearts. I know he's not malicious, but damn, still feels painful.

It’s because Seulgi is not a bad person! Maybe in Nari’s story she is (although even Nari can’t really bring herself to dislike her) but in her own story, she just happened to date a guy who has baggage 🤷🏻‍♀️ Seokjin… has made mistakes, for sure. Most people aren’t bad people but they do sometimes do the wrong thing and end up hurting people without intending to - that’s where the characters become realistic!

#thank you for reading and reviewing #notes🍷#seokjin x nari

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bluewhale52 · 3 years ago

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The Queen’s Secret

Summary: No one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely. What secret does she have?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Namjoon reader, Namjoon x Jungkook, Namjoon x Jungkook x reader (phew)

WC: 9.4k (PHEW!)

Genre: Royalty au, arranged marriage au, fantasy au

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!

Warning: where do i start..... virgin reader, handjob, oral (m & f receiving and giving), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!), some mmf threesome action, a bit of breeding, Namjoon likes to watch.

A/N: This fic was inspired by the fairytale story The Princess and the Frog, and will be the first installment in my Bangtan Fairytale series. Thank you to peachii, NeoneunnaJimin and Andrea_btsarmy47 for being my cheerleaders and betas!

The Queen has a secret.

The words keep reverberating through the palace, and Lord Yoongi cannot stand it anymore. Of course the Queen has secrets. The King has many more. Granted, no one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely; however, one only needs to check the history books to see that sometimes - not always - arranged marriages do work.

As the Queen’s Secretary, it is Yoongi’s responsibility to know every single schedule Her Grace has. However, he wishes some of the schedules could be kept secretive, for example the times the King wishes to visit her quarters. Unfortunately, it also falls as his duty to pass on such wishes to you.

“It would save us a lot of time and energy if they sleep in the same room,” Yoongi complained.

Seokjin, the King’s Secretary, simply shrugged. “Just telling you what the King wants.”

“It’s absolutely unnecessary for me to know whenever Namjoon is horny.” Yoongi continued his grumbling as he started making his way to the East Wing.

A few sets of grand stairs later, Yoongi knocks on the door to the Queen’s private chambers. He hears shuffling, then a young woman opens the door slightly. Yoongi wastes no time.

“Inform Her Grace that the King will visit tonight.”

The woman’s eyes widen. “Again?” she peeps.

Yoongi does not repeat himself. He simply turns around and walks to where he comes from. He hears the door slam shut, and he imagines the flurry of activities that are happening behind closed doors to prepare for the King’s arrival. The ‘again’ comment sticks in his mind; it is only a matter of time the servants quarters will be abuzz and for the whispers to travel out of palace grounds by morning. Yoongi supposes it is not all that bad that the royal couple are madly in love (or lust, as Yoongi is more inclined to believe) with each other, but his deep sense of loyalty prefers the King, and the Queen, whom he has grown very fond of, not be discussed in anything so salacious. Perhaps he needs to persuade Seokjin to seduce another lady in the royal court to take the heat off for a few days.

Five months ago

Your twentieth birthday was spent in a carriage with two friends who had been carefully chosen to accompany you on your journey to the capital, and for the new life that lay ahead of you. The convoy the King had sent to pick up his new bride was small yet fortified, led by his very own Captain of the Royal Guards.

Captain Jung had a very intimidating look, even when he periodically asked if you were all right or if you or your ladies needed anything to make the journey more comfortable. You thanked him for his concern while your two friends continued to swoon over him.

“If men in the capital are as handsome as Captain Jung, you both will be in trouble,” you teased.

Iseul sighed. “I bet he already has ladies waiting in line for him.”

“You’ve met the King’s court. Are they all handsome like our Captain there?” Nari whispered, curious.

You hummed. “I’ve only met Lord Seokjin and Lord Yoongi before. And they both are very easy on the eyes.”

Your two friends tittered. You smiled at them as you gently petted the rabbit in your lap.

“I can’t believe you accepted the rabbit from the witch.” Nari pouted at the animal.

“She’s a healer,” you disagreed. “Only silly children call her a witch. And you’re a cute little bunny, aren’t you? You’ll keep me company in the big, scary city?” You rubbed your nose against the rabbit’s, and giggled when its whiskers tickled you.

An old woman, widely known in your area as a gifted healer, had stopped you earlier to give you a basket of gifts - bulbs of wild flowers and herbs she claimed could only be found in the forest by your father’s land, and a rabbit, whose fur was white as snow except for the streaks of black across its body. She had wished you a happy life as she pressed the basket to your hands, and you were touched by her gesture. Immediately taking a liking to the small animal, you held it in your lap throughout the day-long journey to the King’s palace.

On arrival, you and your small party were welcomed by the King’s Secretary, the very handsome Lord Seokjin. He apologised for the King’s absence, citing a hunting party that went a little over schedule. You smiled in understanding, and let him escort you through the stately building that would be your home.

“This is the East Wing,” he explained. “Everything here is yours, my Lady. All of your household staff will be staying in this wing. You have your own kitchen, and the King has made sure that the cooks know how to make dishes from your home. There is a library and also a small private garden, perfect for those flowers and plants.”

Seokjin gestured at the basket in Iseul’s hands. She immediately straightened her back. You hid a smile at the immediate blush that appeared on her cheeks.,

“You must be tired,” he turned back to you. “The King would be back by supper time tomorrow, and he would welcome you to join him.”

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you,” you replied in a small voice.

Lord Seokjin left you and your ladies, and you soon got ready for bed, exhausted from the journey. As you lay in bed that night in the unfamiliar room with the even more foreign shadows outside your windows, you tossed and turned. It was exactly 30 days to your wedding to the King.

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The first few days passed in a blink of an eye. You were introduced to your household staff, to the Court, to the foreign dignitaries, and more people that you could remember. The King was kind and patient, quick to jump in whenever your shyness took over, but he was only with you when his schedule allowed, which was not very often at all. And when the King was otherwise occupied, Lord Yoongi, who had been appointed as your Private Secretary, stayed by your side, always ready to assist you in navigating this new chapter in your life. You were pleased to have him; you liked his quiet demeanour and no-nonsense attitude.

Your nights however, were torturous. You had made the mistake of listening in on the maids gossiping (when you were as quiet as a mouse, you heard the whispers all the more clearly) that the King was spending as much time as possible with his lovers before his impending nuptial.

“Who cares if you could please him? All you have to do is bear him an heir. Or two,” Nari said when you confided in her.

“All kings have lovers, you know that,” Iseul tried to comfort you.

“I know, I’m not that naive. I just… I just don’t want to be so boring that he’d lose interest in me completely!” You cuddled your rabbit closer. You were well aware of the true nature of royal marriages, and yet, you did not want to be reduced as a mere vessel.

Your two friends looked at each other. “You’re asking the wrong people, we’re as clueless as you are,” Iseul admitted.

Nari scoffed. “Said someone who has been flirting with a Lord!”

“I have not! Lord Seokjin smiles at everyone. It’s not my fault if his smile is sweeter for me.”

Nari swatted Iseul, and the two quickly fell into a playful bickering. You caressed your pet rabbit as it nibbled a cookie. It amused you how the animal had such a sweet tooth, preferring your sweet snacks to carrots.

“What am I going to do, Cookie? How can I please the King?” The rabbit merely twitched its nose in response. You laughed and brought it close to your chest, cuddling it.

You slept uneasily that night, and had an even more restless dream. You knew it was a dream, it had to be, for it was impossible for a man to appear out of darkness and sit by your bed. And that you were not even scared of his presence, in fact, you were curious.

“Who are you?” You sat up and watched him carefully.

The man tilted his head as if trying to recall a memory. “Jungkook,” he replied after a pause. “Yes, I’m sure my name is Jungkook.”

“Where did you come from? How are you in my chamber?”

Jungkook looked around the room, then pointed at the large cushion by your settee. “I was there earlier…” he drifted off, staring blankly.

“There? But that’s where Cookie sleeps.”

Jungkook blinked. “Yes, I was Cookie.”

What a very strange dream.

“Well, obviously you are NOT a rabbit, so I ask again, where did you come from?”

The man remained quiet, but his face scrunched up, struggling to answer. You continued to watch him, and to your embarrassment, you were even more curious the longer you looked at the man. You had never seen a naked man before, and Jungkook was absolutely naked, so naked that your eyes wandered down past his collarbone, to his chiseled chest and muscular stomach. And the… the THING between his legs! Your cheeks burned. You knew enough of the male anatomy of what that THING could do, and your mind immediately went to your earlier worry. You would have a similar… THING… shoved into you on your wedding night.

You swallowed and pushed your eyes back up. Jungkook had a very handsome face that was framed by short black hair. You felt very self conscious and flabbergasted at how good looking he was. Why was everyone in the capital so gorgeous? Then you caught a sight of his right arm, covered in black inks from the wrist all the way up to his shoulder.

“Those marks,” you pointed at his limb. “How did you get them?”

“I… I don’t know.”

You swallowed. “They look like the pattern on Cookie’s fur.”

He blinked again and moved closer to you. “I am Cookie,” he spoke as if begging you to believe him. “I heard you talking to your ladies earlier.”

You blushed heavily and clutched your thin nightdress. You noticed his breathing had quickened, just as yours. You sputtered, “That was a private convers-”

“I can help.” He cut you off.

“Help? Help with what?”

He scrunched his face again,seemingly to be in pain. “Teach you. To please the King.” He breathed out every word. “Please, I need a touch. To touch.”

He kneeled suddenly on the bed, in front of you. His thing- erection- was so close to you, and so big and so hard. You covered your mouth as your body burnt, and you pressed your legs tightly.

“Please, may I?” Jungkook held his hand out, his face was still in agony.

You gingerly placed your hand in his, and he whispered a thank you. Then to your astonishment, he brought it to his cock, guiding your dainty fingers to wrap around it. Your mouth dried up as you felt the velvety skin, the vein protruding against your palm. A shaky moan escaped you as he covered your hand with his, and steered it to move up and down his shaft.

You wanted to faint at the impropriety of the act, but he had such a tight grip on you, and the look of pain on his face was soon replaced with one of pleasure. You were mesmerised by his expression, despite your earlier shock. He hissed through his teeth, and the sound only added to the pressure you were feeling between your legs. You pressed them tighter, almost crying at the unfamiliar primal sensation.

“Oh, my Lady, keep doing that,” he opened his eyes to meet yours, the corners of his lips rising to a smile. “It feels so good.”

“It does?” you whimpered. He nodded.

“Grip it tighter around the base,” he directed. “Yes, just like that… ah! Yes!”

You found yourself sitting straighter in your bed, your curiosity piqued. You followed his guidance, and the sounds coming out of his mouth made you stroke him with more confidence. You were amazed, unable to believe the way the beautiful man was coming undone with your hand alone.

Jungkook released your wrist, allowing you to continue on your own. “Keep going, my Lady, your hand feels so good.” He closed his eyes, sighing in pleasure. You adjusted your position, and in the process tugged him slightly which made him wince.

“I’m sorry!” You nearly pulled your hand back, but he held it back in place.

“It’s all right, don’t stop. Do it again, and like this.” He took your thumb to rub it against his tip. You gulped at the liquid leaking from it, but to your astonishment it actually made the process of stroking him more smoothly.

“Harder, you can squeeze a little, fuck,” he panted. “Just like that. Faster, my Lady, please.”

You felt the urgency and you quickly obeyed, gripping him harder and picking up your pace as he requested. Your free hand rested on his thigh, supporting yourself as you jerked him faster. You were spellbound with the spasms taking over his body, the flexing of his muscles and the thickness of his neck as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

You felt the shaft in your hand pulsating, and you screamed in a combination of fear, confusion and awe as thick white liquid spurted out. Jungkook covered your hand again, and encouraged you to keep going. And so you did, you kept pumping him until the liquid stopped oozing out and he released a long exhale. Only then you pulled your hand back, hypnotised by the white sticky liquid covering it.

“You can taste it if you want.”

You could not be any more scandalised. “Taste it?”

Jungkook nodded. You cautiously brought your hand closer to your mouth, then you stuck your tongue out slightly to lick your finger. The taste startled you. It was not as disgusting as you initially thought. It was bitter and salty, with a hint of muskiness that was very… manly. You licked a bit more, and realised that you could very well get used to it.

You were startled when Jungkook reappeared in your vision, somehow having procured a fresh linen. He used it to wipe your fingers one by one.

“Thank you, my Lady.” He kissed your hand once he had cleaned it thoroughly. He did not let it go however, and you made no move to pull it back. You stared at how small your hand looked in his.

“Jungkook, will… will the King like what I did to you?”

He squeezed your hand lightly. “Of course, my Lady. No man can resist that. Nor you.”

You blushed again, feeling some sort of pride in his answer. The discomfort between your legs remained, however. You adjusted your sitting position, still pressing your thighs together.

“You should get some pleasure too, my Lady.”

You lifted your eyes to meet Jungkook’s, and watched how his drifted down to your breasts, then further south to the lower part of your body that was still covered by the blanket. You stuttered and found yourself unable to speak under his scrutiny.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

You shook your head fiercely. Then the words escaped before you could stop them. “Will you teach me?”

“I will,” he smiled, gently pushing your body back. You rested your head on your pillows, forcing your breathing to settle. “Just relax. Close your eyes if that helps.”

You did as he said. You closed your eyes. But when you opened them again, the sun was shining through your window and your ladies in waiting were knocking outside, asking for permission to come in. Panicked, you looked around your room for Jungkook. But there was no sign of him, not even of the linen he used to clean your soiled hand. Instead, your pet rabbit, Cookie, slept soundly on the pillow next to yours.

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The next few days, and nights, you did not cuddle Cookie at all. You were convinced what happened was a dream, but still, you were ashamed to the bone for having succumbed to such indecency, even in your subconscious. The rabbit hopped around as usual in your room, but it seemed to stare at you more than normal.

You stopped all talk about coupling in your room. You just could not deal with the implications should Cookie overhear again. Until, two weeks before your wedding day, nerves and fear enveloped you at night, sending you whimpering into your pillow. You felt movement next to your head, and you opened your eyes to find Cookie right next to you. Smiling wistfully at the rabbit, you pulled it closer to you to rub your nose on its head, taking comfort in its soft fur.

Jungkook appeared in your dream that night, naked again, just like how he was when you first saw him. He was lying down next to you, his big brown eyes observing you.

“I can feel your nervousness,” he whispered.

You swallowed. “I’ll be married to the King in a fortnight. I’m scared.”

He reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. “What are you scared of?”

“I was told it would be painful. And… what if he doesn’t like me?”

“My Lady, he would be a fool not to like you.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Since you took me in your care, you have been very kind and caring.”

You blushed under his touch. “Have you… ever done it?”

“It?” He scrunched his eyebrow. “I… I think so? I still can’t recall much of my human memory.”

You shuffled closer to him, curious. “You remember your name,” you prodded. “Is there nothing else you remember?”

Jungkook stayed silent for a moment, his hand moved down from your hair to your arm, rubbing it gently. The intimacy foolishly made you feel like you were in a lover’s embrace.

“I remember faces, but I don’t know who they belong to,” he finally answered. “It hurts sometimes to try to recollect memories.”

You immediately cupped his face, feeling the need to assure him. “It will come back to you.”

“Thank you, my Lady.” He turned his face to kiss your palm. Your breath hitched. “As to the other matter that is on your mind…”

He trailed off, eyes on yours as his hand moved yet again, this time from your arm to your waist. You instantly had the urge to press your legs tightly together again as his hand kept moving south of your body, until it stopped on your thigh.

“May I pleasure you?”

“Do you remember how to do that?” you teased. You were surprised you still had the ability to speak with his touch burning your skin. He smiled and nodded.

“Let’s see how much.” He snuck his hand between your legs, and your first instinct was to push it away. But then you realised in horror, that you were naked as he was. You pressed your face in your pillow in embarrassment.

With eyes closed tightly, you felt his fingers moving over you. Goosebumps broke on your skin, and even though you were naked, you felt so very hot. His fingers skimmed over your folds, and you felt liquid leaking out. He dipped a finger in lightly, almost to test your reaction, and when you mewled, he pushed it deeper.

“My Lady,” he called out. You took a peak at him, breathless. “Would you like more?”

You nodded eagerly. ”Yes, Jungkook. More, please.”

He took his time burying his digit in you, then he started sliding his finger in and out. At one point, you felt him touching a spot inside you that made you arch your back.

“Oh! Jungkook, please!”

You did not even know what it was that you were asking for, but your hips bucked and you reached out to grip his shoulders tightly. You could hear the sound of his palm smacking against your skin as he moved his finger faster.

“Ah, Jungkook!” You dug your fingers into his flesh as you felt a stretch.

“It’s all right, my Lady.” He peppered you with kisses until you relaxed. “I will make you feel so good.”

You dared yourself to look down, and found that two of his fingers were pumping into you. Bringing your eyes back to him, you sighed in lustful delight. You closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving you. The face of the King entered your mind, and for a moment it was him that was stroking the fire inside you.

Something wet touched you down there, making you open your eyes. To your horror, Jungkook was not beside you anymore, but instead between your legs. You cried out when you saw the pink of his tongue poking out and flicking you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You gripped the bed sheet underneath you, shocked at the intense pressure in your core.

“Let go, my Lady,” he murmured against your heat. “It’s all right, just let go.”

You exhaled sharply. Your hands left the sheet only to find themselves in his hair, instinctively pushing him closer to you. You lost yourself in the wetness of his tongue, in the movements of his fingers, and finally, your legs kicked once, twice, signalling your climax. You closed your eyes tightly as even more heat enveloped your body, and you wailed when the heat finally exploded.

When you next opened your eyes, it was morning, and your rabbit, Cookie, was sleeping on its cushion, with its back legs stretched out behind him, purring contentedly.

~~~

The two weeks passed quickly. As usual, your days were spent in your preparation to become Queen, and your nights were filled with wanton dreams with Jungkook. He touched you, with his fingers and his tongue, making you scream night after night. He also had guided you on how to use your mouth on him, the mere recollection of that particular dream made you blush brightly.

Iseul and Nari mistook the rouge on your cheeks as wedding glow, but you knew better. As they prepared you for the King’s first bedding, you asked them to take Cookie out of your room.

“It would be quite weird to have him around, tonight.” You reasoned. You were highly strung already in anticipation, you did not need the addition of Jungkook visiting your dreams.

The three of you froze in place when you heard the knocks on the door, followed by the King’s low voice asking for permission to enter. Your two ladies bowed and curtseyed to you, and with a last whisper of good luck, they left. You sat up on your bed, feeling extremely exposed in your thin nightgown.

Your breath hitched when the King appeared. He was dressed in a dark purple robe, and underneath was a thin undershirt, so thin that you could see shadows of his nipples and the silhouette of his chest and abdomen. He wore loose slacks that rode low on his hips, and you knew from your experience with Jungkook what lay beneath the material.

“How are you, _______ ?” His voice abruptly brought you out of your staring, and you chided yourself for having failed to greet him properly.

“Your Grace,” you cleared your throat. “I am well, thank you.”

“Good. You are not drunk, are you?”

“No, Your Grace.” You shook your head. “You made sure I did not drink too much at the banquet.”

He smiled at that, and you swooned over the dimples in his cheeks. You blushed when you recalled how he had reminded you to stop reaching for the wine after every congratulatory greeting came your way.

“You must be nervous,” he took off his robe and draped it over the settee by your bed. “I will be gentle.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.” Your voice was getting smaller and shakier. You tried to remember what you did with Jungkook in your dreams to gather your courage. Taking a deep breath, you inched to the side of the bed, where the King was standing, and you gingerly reached out for his slacks. You felt him tensing up, and you looked up.

He looked down at you with a questioning yet curious expression, as if confused at what you were doing, yet eager to find out what you would do next. You exhaled slowly, and with determination, you started to undo his slacks, occasionally stealing glances at him, to check his reactions.

When his slacks were completely off, you were greeted by his cock. You subconsciously licked your lips, your saliva pooling at the sight of it. It looked big, as big, if not bigger than Jungkook’s, You started getting dizzy, the mixture of alcohol and lust swimming in your head.

You wrapped both sets of your fingers around him, and the King hissed at your touch. You looked back up at him, and keeping your eyes on his, you began to stroke him, up and down at first, and when he let out a moan, you started to twist your grip around his shaft.

“Fuck, _______ ,” he hissed. “Have you done this before?”

Your heart dropped. The heat in your body immediately turned to ice. “No, Your Grace,” you answered, fear laced in your voice. “No, I have never laid with anyone, I swear. I am chaste.” Well, technically. Dreams didn’t count, did they?

You flinched when the King raised his hand, but he only did so to cup your cheek and caress it gently. “_______ , calm down, I’m not mad, nor am I questioning your purity. I’m just surprised, and it feels good. Keep going.”

Relief washed through you, and you turned your head to kiss his palm in gratitude, which made him tense again. You looked back up to him, confused by his reaction, but all you saw was his eyes, full of lust.

Your hands moved again, and you swiped the precum off his tip, using it as lubrication, the way you knew Jungkook liked it, assuming the King would like it too. And he did; you heard the rumble in his chest, and his voice dropped even lower as he whispered your name.

Emboldened, you leaned forward and started licking the head of his cock. You felt him shuddering, and so you took it a step further. With one hand on his thigh and another still pumping the base of his cock, you wrapped your lips around him and took him in as far as you could. You gagged a little when you felt the intrusion hitting the back of your throat, but you knew that you could take more once you relaxed a little. However, before you could do so, you heard the King swear again.

“Enough,” he said harshly. He pulled out of your mouth. You sat still, jaws aching and throat a bit sore, but you dismissed the discomfort, for fear engulfed you again, worried that you had taken it too far. The man before you had crowned you as his Queen earlier that day, and yet here you were, acting like a whore, greedy and lewd.

“Move up the bed.”

You did as he instructed, quietly. You did not dare to meet his eyes, but you could feel his glare on you.

“Lie down.”

The air was still around you and you held your breath. You lay your body down, on your back. You closed your eyes, with chill running through you, as you resigned yourself to whatever punishment the King would give you for your impropriety.

You felt the bed dipped by your feet, then a pair of hands gripped your ankles tightly. You bit back a sob. The hands moved up your legs, pushing your nightgown up until you felt the material pooling on your thighs, and those hands were not far behind. His hands were big, and they felt rough, the calluses scraping against your sensitive skin. Your hands bunched into tight fists by your sides.

The hands left you and you braced yourself. However, what happened next was as surprising as the obscene moans that escaped your mouth. The King ripped your nightgown, grabbed your knees and pushed them up until they hit your chest. Your eyes flew open and you immediately looked down, to find his head between your legs, and his eyes boring through yours as he gave your sex a slow wet lick.

“Oh, my King!” There was no more fear in your voice, only primal needs.

He licked you a few more times, then he lifted his head. You wanted to faint at the sight of his slick mouth and chin. “Namjoon. Call me Namjoon.”

You mewled as he went back to your cunt. His tongue was wide, and hard, and his hands held your thighs in a death grip, keeping you open for him. You felt yourself gushing out, and you could not believe how much liquid was dripping out of your hole to wet the sheets below.

“Namjoon!” You wailed out his name as his tongue poked in, and his lips smacking against your wet folds. He seemed to like having his name shouted out, for he doubled up his pace, stabbing the wet organ quick and hard into you, eliciting more screams of his name out of you.

You felt the telltale signs, not so unfamiliar as you had experienced it many times in your dreams with Jungkook, but the sensation in real life was a hundred fold more intense. The pressure was heavy on your core, tight on your abdomen, and your legs shook to close around the King’s- Namjoon’s- head.

He gripped your thighs harder, and he started to wiggle his tongue in you. The room was full of your cries of his name, and the loudest came when a particular flick of his tongue triggered the explosion in your body. You closed your eyes tightly as the pressure was finally released, your back arched wildly as you rode your orgasm.

You were barely aware of your surroundings, your head was still spinning and your vision blurry, when you felt an intrusion at the entrance of your pussy. You forced your eyes open, and you sighed wantonly at the sight of Namjoon hovering above you as his hand guided his cock into you. He pushed in slowly, and you felt your walls stretch. This was new- you did not do this with Jungkook in your dreams- so you started to panic a little. Tears escaped your eyes as Namjoon lowered his body over yours.

“Relax, _______,” he kissed your tears away. “I’ll go slowly.”

He took your arms and draped them around his shoulders. You quickly took purchase in them, holding on to him as you held your breath. He dipped his cock in shallow thrusts in and out of you, helping you adjust to his girth. You could not escape the pain, but the pleasure on top of it was too delicious. You dug your nails into his back, biting back a moan.

He pulled your bottom lip. “Be loud, my little Queen. It’s just us here.”

With those words, he thrusted a little and you gasped as he intruded your virginal hole further. Your body writhed, desperate for more.

“You’re sucking me in,” Namjoon smirked. “You think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes,” you whined. “Please, I want more.”

He surged forward to kiss you fervently, at the same time sheathing his whole length into your warm, wet hole. You cried out into his mouth, your shock and your sobs faded away the moment you tasted him and yourself on his lips. The stretch in your cunt triggered your second climax, taking you both by surprise and making you clench tightly around him. He broke the kiss to groan next to your ear, the sound only amplified your pleasure.

When the waves subsided, your body went limp, but Namjoon was still hard as a rock. He remained unmoving on top of you as he watched your face. You were certain you looked an absolute mess. You could feel a mixture of your and his saliva on your chin, and streaks of tears drying up on your face, far from the usual prim and proper appearance you put on.

Namjoon, however, did not seem to mind. “I’m going to put my heir in you,” he shuffled to get back on his knees, his cock still buried in you. “And if your womb does not take tonight, I will fill you up over and over until it does.”

He pulled your hips up, and your body followed along pliantly. He began moving, slowly fucking you. You threw your head back further into the bed, captivated by the feel of his cock dragging around your walls. You could not stop the lecherous wails from escaping your mouth.

He smirked. “My shy little Queen,” he was moving faster now, the slapping sounds of his skin against yours deafening in your ears. “Who knew you would take me so well, hmm? I will enjoy fucking you until you are big and full of my children.”

He pulled himself nearly out, until only the tip remained inside. You wanted to protest, for you felt so empty. But before you could find your voice, he thrusted hard into you, so hard that you felt your breasts bounce. He grunted above you, then repeated the motion over and over again, until your body was pushed across the bed and you found your head dangling over the side. Then, with what you could identify as a roar, he pulled you up until you were sitting on him.

The new position made his cock go even deeper in you, and you sobbed and clung desperately to him. His hands gripped your hips to hold your body still, and he started to thrust up into you. You babbled his name, mind delirious as the pressure started to build for the third time that night.

“Are you going to cum again, _______ ?” He carded his fingers through your hair, an almost smug expression on his face. “Will you milk me to my last drop, hmm?”

“Namjoon,” you whined. “Yes, please.”

You lost your voice when he moved even faster and harder. Your body bounced over him, his strong hands holding you so you did not topple over. Your eyes were closed, you were so lost in the pleasure. You felt his hair brushing against your chin, then you heard a growl, before something pricked your collarbone. He bit your skin, and was sucking on it as he continued thrusting up into you, and it proved to be the last push you needed to succumb to your climax again.

Everything was a blur afterwards. Namjoon emptied himself into you when you were riding out the last of your orgasm, and you were quite certain you collapsed onto the bed, spent, satisfied and completely unable to move. When Namjoon kissed you, you returned it by reflex, and when he left your bed, you dragged yourself to move under the blanket. However, he came back with a cup of wine, offering it to you.

“Your throat must be parched.”

You blushed, knowing how unabashedly loud you had been. You forced yourself to sit up to take a few sips, then you looked at him questioningly when he tucked himself in bed next to you.

“Your Grace?”

He settled on the pillow. “Namjoon, call me Namjoon when we are in bed.”

“Namjoon,” you corrected yourself, “are you staying the night?”

“Of course I am,” he chuckled. “It’s our wedding night, and I’d like to think you still want me, as I do you.”

You blushed all the way to your ears, suddenly embarrassed by your naked bodies. “Oh,” was all you managed to say.

“Come on, let’s have a rest.” He pulled you down until you lay tucked in his arm, your head on his chest. You fell asleep soon after, listening to his heartbeats, and for the first time in two weeks, Jungkook did not visit you in your dreams. You were awakened, however, by the King’s hunger.

Iseul and Nari later would tell you as they dabbed ointments on the purple marks across your collarbone and your breasts, that the guards stationed on your floor stood as far away from your room as possible all night, and that they even prevented everyone, including your and the King’s secretaries, from stepping anywhere towards your room, until the King himself exited, when the sun was high up in the sky.

Namjoon always walks purposefully, more so when he walks towards your room. He wonders if he should move you closer, or if he should take up Yoongi’s advice (or rather, whining) to move into your room altogether. He spends almost every other night there anyway. Thinking about you, he smiles to himself. The shy noblewoman from the country turns out to be a menace in bed. And even when you are too tired, he is more than happy to just talk and sleep next to you.

When he opens the door to your room, your ladies in waiting are already getting ready to leave, and they do just so, one by one filing out. He finds you sitting on the bed, draped in a robe that he knows is hiding that damned thin nightgown you seem to favor so much.

“Your Grace.” You greet him when you see him. “Namjoon.”

His name slithers out of your mouth like silk, and it has become one of his favorite sounds in the world. “Good evening, my little Queen,” he unrobes himself before joining you in bed. “You seem to be in quite a good mood tonight.”

You smiled. “I am indeed.” You take his hands and press them to your stomach. “I think I am with child. I have asked Lord Yoongi to bring the physician tomorrow, so hopefully we will get confirmation then.”

He nearly jumps out of excitement. His eyes zeroes down to your stomach immediately. For once, he is lost for words. So instead he bends down to kiss you there, but in the process knocks you back awkwardly to your pillows. He apologises, embarrassed by his clumsiness.

You giggle at his reaction. “Look at that,” you point at your pet rabbit hopping around the room wildly and onto your bed, “Cookie is excited too.”

Namjoon scoops the rabbit up. “Did you hear that? What wonderful news!” In his elation, he absent-mindedly gives it a little peck on its head.

What happens next cannot be explained. The rabbit starts to spasm, its head jerking around as if in pain. It continues to twist, and you start shrieking in fear.

“Namjoon! What’s happening? Why is Cookie like that?”

The King lies the rabbit down on your bed and grabs his robe to go out to get help. “I will get someo-”

A puff of black smoke fills your room suddenly, stopping the King in his tracks. He immediately reaches out for you, worried for your - and the baby’s - safety. He finds your hands amidst the smoke, and he pulls you to him, only feeling somewhat safer when you are standing behind him. He waves his arm around, as the smoke starts to dissipate. He wishes he had his sword with him as he calculates the time to get you out of the room and alerts the guards. The grip you have on his arm and your gasp, however, prevent him from doing any of that.

“Namjoon, look!”

He peers through the smoke, and sees a figure on your bed. It is a man, naked and curled up, the silhouette is familiar, and his heart beats faster.

“_______, stay here,” he steps closer to your bed. “I just need to see who it is.”

It can’t be… can it? But he knows that hair, those lines of muscles, the dimple on the small of his back. There is only one person whose body he knows this intimately. “Jungkook?”

You gasp. “You know him?”

“Jungkook?” He shakes the man’s shoulders. “Jungkook? Is it really you?”

Jungkook stirs and opens his eyes. “Your Grace?” he calls out with a soft whisper.

Namjoon chokes. “It is you.” He pulls the naked man into a hug. “Jungkook, you have no idea how long I have been looking for you.” Jungkook raises his hands and wraps them around the King’s back, with a sound of laughter mixed with teary relief.

“Namjoon, you know him?” You ask again. He finds himself struggling to find an answer.

“Jungkook… he is one of my knights.” He swallows, suddenly feeling guilty for what he is about to admit. “He was lost after we visited your father last year.”

You blink. “You mean…”

Namjoon nods. “Yes, after your father and I made the agreement for our marriage.”

You inch closer to Jungkook, your hand reaches out to stroke his hair. Namjoon is surprised at your tenderness. He expects you to be shocked and fearful, but the look in your eyes is soft, and dare he says, affectionate?

“You seem to know him too, my little Queen.” He eyes you carefully.

Your eyes dart to his, but before you can answer him, Jungkook speaks. “She brought me here. Back to you. Don’t be mad at her.”

You sniffle. “He has been my… companion the past few months.”

Namjoon tilts his head. He knows you enough by now to know you are hiding something. However, he realises he is too. He decides to let it go for now and turns back to Jungkook.

“What happened?”

Jungkook sighs. “I can’t remember much. Actually, I did not remember anything at all until I was in this room. With Her Grace.”

Namjoon cannot help himself. He cups Jungkook’s face and leans down to kiss him. He hears your breath hitch. Then he turns to you and kisses you as well. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your lips.

Jungkook moves to sit up on the bed, and both Namjoon and you help him, propping up pillows on his back to make him more comfortable.

“We came across a group of bandits on our way back, do you remember that?” Jungkook starts, directing his question at Namjoon who nods. “As I was chasing them, I came across a witch. I must have insulted her- I don’t even remember what I did - and next thing I knew, I was a rabbit. She kept me in her hut, until another witch came, and took me away, to give me to you.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I do not have much recollection about my time as a rabbit. Not even my name. Then once I was here, it slowly came back to me. Every night, little by little, I started to remember.”

Namjoon reaches out for your hand, wanting to thank you again, but he is shocked to see your cheeks and ears have turned bright red. You nervously glance at him, then back to Jungkook. Then he remembers your choice of word. Companion.

“Did you know that your rabbit is Jungkook?”

Your face is devoid of color. Namjoon feels Jungkook tensing up as well.

“Your Grace, please forgive me!” You immediately kneel on the floor and bow to him. “I swear I have not been astray.”

Namjoon is baffled by the tears and the pure fear in your face. He waits for you to explain further, but you do not seem to be able to, lost in your sobs.

“I visited her in her dreams,” Jungkook admits quietly. “I was in such a need, needing to feel somewhat human, and she helped me. In fact, the more time I spent with her, the more my memories came back.”

You hiccup. “I did not lay with him, we just… touched each other.”

Namjoon takes a deep breath, trying to understand what is going on. His wife and Queen has brought back his… he swallows nervously. He has never acknowledged the relationship he had with Jungkook, despite his close circle of friends knowing the true nature of it. He takes in your form, his own memory going back to the scared and nervous young woman he first met a year ago at your father’s estate, then to the shy Queen he first bedded three months ago. How much have you changed since that night he first slept with you? With every moan, every scream he pulls out of you, you are becoming more and more confident, in court and in bed. And soon, you will bear him an heir.

“My dear,” he pulls you up, having made up his mind. “Fear not, I am not angry. Surprised, yes, but not angry, never with you.” He strokes your cheek, calming you down. “And, you have brought back someone precious to me. How could I be angry?”

You look at him and Jungkook nervously. Namjoon continues. “Jungkook was my lover,” he admits, feeling a large burden being lifted off at the admission. “I was devastated when he disappeared, and I have never stopped looking for him.” He turns to Jungkook to cup his cheek. “In fact, Jimin and Taehyung left just two days ago to continue the search. When, all this while, my little Queen has brought you home.”

Namjoon is taken aback when you crash into him, hugging his waist tightly. “Thank you, Your Grace.” You sniffle noisily into his chest. “He, Jungkook… I asked him to teach me things because I was so afraid I would not be enough for you. But I swear, you were my first, in my dreams or otherwise.”

The three of you remain quiet, partly because you are trying to calm down from your crying, and Jungkook is getting used to his new human body. Namjoon contentedly caresses your hair with one hand, while his other is linked with Jungkook’s, assuring you that it does not matter. He is just so happy to see Jungkook after despairing for so long. His lover, whom he has loved and longed for, is finally, finally back home with him. And then his Queen- he has fallen in love with you, over the span of three months. How lucky could one be to have both together? He feels incredibly content.

And incredibly needy. He tilts your face up, and starts kissing you until your face is dry of your tears. He feels you gasping at him, chasing his mouth, and he smiles.

Then he turns to Jungkook, who is already raising himself up, and kisses him. He sighs in pleasure as their lips touch, having missed the younger man’s taste so much. He deepens the kiss until he runs out of breath.

He falls onto the bed, flanked on either side by you and Jungkook. He sees a glint in Jungkook’s eye, also a flash of hunger. He turns to you.

“My little Queen, you have only met Jungkook in your dreams?”

You nod.

“So you have never touched him at all?”

“No, not like this.” You gulp.

“You should touch him then,” he guides your hand to Jungkook’s chest, placing it there. “Now that he’s here, you get to touch him all you like.”

You blink. “Namjoon, you don’t mind?”

He kisses you gently, then turns to kiss Jungkook too. “No, I won’t mind at all, in fact, I would very much like to see you both enjoy each other for the first time.”

You still look at him hesitantly. “If you want to, of course,” he adds. He would never force you to do anything against your wish. To his delight, you nod, still shy, and he shuffles out of the way, making space for you and Jungkook on the bed.

Namjoon hears little gasps from you as you touch Jungkook’s naked body, and he smirks in amusement, for he had done the same the first time he saw the younger man naked, the first time he grazed the plane of his chest, his tiny waist, his strong legs. He undresses himself as he continues watching you admiring Jungkook with your fingers, and soon, your mouth.

“Does it feel good, my little Queen?” He brushes your hair back. “What do you want to do to our Jungkook?”

You raise your head. “Namjoon…I have never laid with him. May I?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course, if that’s what you want.” He glances at Jungkook, breathless now on the bed. “That seems to be what he wants too.”

Namjoon watches you kiss your way down Jungkook’s body, from his neck, to his chest, down to his stomach and even further. Namjoon nods when you glance at him, as if asking for permission, before you grab his cock in your little hand, stroking him to full hardness.

You stick your tongue out and start licking his shaft, before engulfing him completely in your mouth. You bob your head up and down slowly but soon you pick up your pace. Namjoon reaches for his own cock and starts stroking himself too, matching his pace with your mouth.

Jungkook jerks up at a particular suck, making you gag. You pull off of him and catch your breath. Namjoon has had enough. He wants more, and looking at how glassy your eyes are, he knows you do too.

“You can ride him, would you like that?” Namjoon smiles as you keen at his request, and helps you get on Jungkook. He holds Jungkook’s cock - he can’t even describe how much he has missed the feeling of his hardness in his hand, but for now he wants to watch you, to see you losing yourself in pleasure with his lover. So he guides Jungkook’s cock towards your hole, and he groans as you slowly sink down on it.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so wet,.” Jungkook moans.

“Jungkook,” you pant. “Finally.”

A tear escapes your eye. Namjoon catches it with his finger. “Yes, finally. How lucky I am to have you both here.” Namjoon nuzzles your hair. He loves how you smell of flowers and sex. He tilts your head to kiss you, and you pliantly open your mouth to welcome his lips and his tongue.

Namjoon feels your body starting to bounce, Jungkook has started to thrust up into you. Namjoon swallows your moans and whimpers, while still stroking his cock. He glances over to Jungkook, his face scrunched up in concentration as he fucks into you.

Suddenly, his hand is no longer enough. He longs for Jungkook’s mouth, memories of their rendezvous flooding back to him. He gives you a kiss one last time, then makes his way to Jungkook. The younger man looks up to see Namjoon looking down to him. The King caresses his lover’s cheek softly, many words are to be spoken but for now he needs to be intimate with him. Jungkook licks his lips and opens his mouth.

Namjoon shudders as he slides his cock in. “Ah, Jungkook…” He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of those lips around him. He feels a touch on his chest, and opens his eyes to find you leaning forward towards him. He exhales, in excitement and in love, perhaps more than anything.

You are still bouncing on Jungkook’s cock, your face tight in pleasure but you only moan louder watching how Namjoon’s cock is sliding in and out of Jungkook’s mouth. Your nails trail down Namjoon’s chest, all the way down to where his body ends and Jungkook’s begins. Your fingers travel further, grazing his neck now and your eyes widen at how it moves along with Namjoon’s cock.

“Namjoon, I can feel it,” you whisper.

“I know my love,” the words pour out of him easily. “His tongue feels so good. And you seem to know about that already.”

Your cheeks redden instantly, but you chuckle. “Yes, yes!”

Jungkook thrusts up again and you nearly fall forward. Namjoon holds your body up as the man below you fucks you harder and faster. Namjoon can read you like the back of his palm by now. The signs of your orgasm approaching are there, in the little hiccups between your moans, in the way you get whinier as you call out his and Jungkook’s name

“Let go, my love. Cum for us.”

It is all you need to fall into the abyss of your climax. Namjoon loves to see you so lost in your pleasure, so free. He has seen it night after night since your wedding, and he loves how you let yourself be when all the titles and protocols are stripped. And now, as you cum around his lover’s cock, he feels only love and adoration for you.

As you ride out your orgasm, Namjoon has to hold his own back, until he feels Jungkook wrapping his lips right around the base, and dragging them to the tip.

“Jungkook, fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Namjoon, cum please. I want to see you fill his mouth, as you like to do mine.” This time, it is you who encourages the King, as you reach forward to roll and pinch Jungkook’s nipples. That is the last straw for Namjoon.

With a loud roar, he cums, pressing his cock into Jungkook’s mouth as deep as he can while he empties himself. Jungkook’s hands grip his thighs holding him in place as his own hips start bucking as well.

“Please, please, Jungkook,” you beg. “I want to feel you. Cum for me, please.”

At that, the King removes himself, staining Jungkook’s mouth and chin with his seed. Jungkook licks his lips, then grabs you to pull you down on top of him. Planting his legs on the bed, he pistons into you until you are shaking and vibrating, your mouth latching onto his, lapping the cum the King has left on his skin.

“Are you cumming again, my little Queen?” Namjoon bends down to be eye level with you. He grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers, and finally he witnesses his wife and his lover losing themselves in pleasure, together.

Lord Yoongi is annoyed. Everyone knows he is a punctual man, and he appreciates that his Queen shares the same sentiment about the importance of being on time as much as he does. He is also an understanding man. He can accept that having spent a night with Namjoon can be quite exhausting for you, and as much as he does not want to think about your nightly activities, he cannot blame you for wanting to sleep in a little bit. He has heard enough of the gossip from Sirs Jimin and Taehyung how insatiable the King could be, especially with those he favors.

Today however, no one has entered the Queen’s room at all. Your breakfast lies dormant in the kitchen downstairs, and he predicts, your lunch will be too. Your ladies in waiting are pitter- pattering outside your room, too terrified to enter because apparently no one has seen the King leaving at all. He understands their concerns, he would not want to catch sight of Namjoon’s naked butt either.

“Just stay back a bit,” Yoongi suggests to your jittery ladies. “I will go inside and see what is going on.”

He knocks on the door, waiting for a response. When he gets none, he knocks again, harder. Still, he hears only quiet from your room. He turns the knob and opens the door slightly, just enough for him to enter, preventing the curious eyes behind him from seeing inside.

Yoongi closes the door. “Your Grace?” He calls out, staying near the door and averting his eyes from the bed. He can smell the sex in the air. Then he hears it - the sounds that he has gotten used to since his teenage years, from the days he spent travelling with the then Crown Prince - Namjoon’s snores.

Yoongi sighs and takes a few steps closer. Namjoon has likely tired you and himself out. The grumbling he is about to let out is stuck on his throat, however, when he finally looks at your bed.

There, in your tight embrace is the missing knight, Jungkook. His youthful face is so at peace as his head lies on your bare chest, and your arms wrapped around him. Then behind you is the King himself, with his own hand draped across your body and onto Jungkook’s as well, almost possessively.

Yoongi stares aghast for a few seconds, processing what he is seeing. A barrage of questions enter his mind, but he quickly gathers himself. Those can wait. He must now immediately ban anyone from entering the room, and… Seokjin. He must find Seokjin.

The Queen indeed has a secret.

Tada! Hope you like it! Please reblog if you enjoy reading this, reblogging will help this fic reach a wider audience! And scream at me if you wish too- I won’t scream back, I promise 💜

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bangtansmauyeondan · 3 years ago

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MOONSTRUCK | Part 20 (2 of 2) - 2 in the Morning

Pairing: Seokjin x Fem Reader | Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: F2L, social media au, soulmates au, office au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama. (Inspired by BTS - Moon)

Summary: You don’t know what the world looks like without Seokjin. Growing up in the same neighborhood, a low iron fence separating your family home and his, your lives have always been tangled up with each other. So much so, that after graduating college and securing your respective jobs, you decided to pack everything up and move to the same apartment building in the city— him, sharing a unit with his younger brother and his college bestfriend; you, sharing a unit with your younger brother and his equally chaotic bestfriend. Eternal neighbors thing, right? Or is that all there is to it?

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Present Day

Jungkook was surprised to see that you were still awake when he and Jimin stumbled back into the house at around two in the morning. You were in the kitchen sipping tea while scrolling through your iPad that’s propped up on the kitchen island. Jimin was shit-faced wasted and headed straight up to his bedroom. Your brother, sober because he’s the designated driver for the night, sat down with you in the kitchen and helped himself to some warm milk.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked while blowing the steam off of his milk a little.

“Nope.”

“The blue light from the iPad won’t help, you know.”

You chuckled. “Wow, when did you turn into dad?”

Jungkook giggled cutely, nose scrunching up like a bunny. “What are you doing? Sleuthing?”

You hummed at his question. “Do you remember Kris? Kristopher Allen?” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at your question and pursed his lips while in deep thought. In a split second, his expression changed as if a lightbulb just went off his brain. “Is that a yes?”

“Are you stalking him on social media?” he squinted at you, acting suspicious.

“Mmmaybe,” you bit your lower lip. “It looks like he’s settled down in America with a wife and a few kids,” you nodded.

“Why are you stalking your high school fling in the wee hours–” realization suddenly hit. “Oh.” Jungkook pushed his chair back and transferred to the seat next to you to take a peek at your iPad. “Are you curious about him just because? Orrr… it’s the prom thing, isn’t it?”

“... and if it is?”

Flashback to High School continuation

The dance hall glimmered in glittery golds and burgundies. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood. The students were dressed to the nines, posing like proper celebrities in posh parties, at every chance they could get. The men were mostly in suits and the girls were dressed in their most elegant ensemble. The selection of food at the buffet table was not bad at all too. You shared the table with Kris, Seokjin, Miyoung, Luna and three other people from your class. A few moments later, the boys were called by one of the teachers for a special production, where Kris takes the lead on the guitar.

“Yn, you look amazing!” one of the girls from your class cooed at you. “Love your make-up, so glam!”

“Thanks, Nari,” you beamed at her. “You look great as well! Is that embedded in the dress?” you squint at the floral accent on her neckline made of rubies.

“Oh, this?” Nari touched the the detail on her dress, “It’s a brooch made–”

“I think Yn’s make up made her look 10 years older,” you heard someone scoff at the table. “Isn’t that right, Lu?”

Luna’s jaw almost dropped. “No, Miyoung. I think Yn looks beautiful. Love that shade of red lippy on you,” Luna winked at you.

“Thanks, Lu,” you smiled sweetly at your friend. From the corner of your eye, you saw Miyoung roll hers. “You look beautiful, too, Miyoung. Your dress color matches Seokjin’s suit well.”

Miyoung’s face lit up at the mention of Seokjin’s name. “Speaking of my date, excuse me girls, I need to go backstage to check up on him!” she swiped her purse off the table and made a beeline to the backstage.

As soon as Miyoung was out of sight, Luna scooted closer to you, hissing and fuming, “That girl is really something else, Yn!”

“Let her be, Luna,” you sighed.

“Let her be? She’s been lowkey bullying you! Are you, like, a pushover or something?” She looked incredulous.

“Loonz,” you sighed. “Showing her that I’m getting affected by everything she says and does would just make her happy,” you smirked. “I don’t want her to have that satisfaction.”

“Oooh feisty!” she made a clawing paw gesture with her hand. “Why is she so mad at you anyway?”

“Isn’t it obvious? She likes Jin.”

Luna moved closer to whisper to your ear, “Does she know you like Jin too?”

“No.”

“Does Jin know though?”

“No, Luna. He doesn’t have to know,” you sighed. “He’s probably not interested too, seeing as he asked Miyoung out. They look great together, too.”

“All the more that he has to know then! Look, if you keep bottling it up, it would be way too hard for you to move on. Do you want to lose Jin as your bestfriend too?”

“No,” you furrowed your brows in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

Luna sighed exasperatedly, “Yn, if things get awkward between you and Jin, especially when he starts dating Miyoung, it’d be hard for you to bounce back from that. You were the one who told me that everyone and everything you seem to love gets taken away from you,” Luna reached out for your fingers that have started fiddling with the beady details of your dress to stop them. “Lay it all out in the open, tell him and THEN move on.”

Present Day

“Wow,” Hoseok’s eyes widened after Jin told him what happened at prom. “So let me get this straight… Yn confessed to you AND rejected you that same night?”

“Sounds about right!” Seokjin crushed the empty beer can in his hand. Him and Hoseok had been talking for hours already about your childhood, your highschool days and everything under the sun. “She told me she really liked me, but wanted to remain just friends. As simple as that.”

“Did you get to tell her about how you feel too?”

“Did not get a chance to do so. She’s convinced that Miyoung and I had started dating,” he shook his head. “Miyoung also showed up right on cue while we were talking, so she just dropped a see-you-around and threw a little wave my way before stepping out of the ballroom.”

“What’s the real deal between you and Miyoung back then?”

“Nothing!” Jin stood up and moved his face closer to Hoseok’s “Worldwide handsome, you know! Girls couldn’t resist my charm!”

“AIISSH!” Hoseok made a face which made Jin break into his signature windshield wiper-sounding laugh.

“Aigoo, Hoba,” Jin slumped back into his seat. “I have always known about Miyoung’s feelings. She’s been very honest with me. I’ve always been very honest with her as well that I only see her as a friend. For Yn though? I would have asked her to prom back then,” Jin sighed. “I would have asked her out on hundreds of dates. I could have been asking her out on dates these days, you know,” Seokjin had a distant look in his eyes, thinking about the could-have-beens.

“Do it,” Hoseok looked straight into his eyes.

“What?” Jin was dumbfounded.

“Get your lousy ass out there and ask her out before Min Yoongi beats you to it,” Hoseok tapped his wrist watch for a dramatic effect, “Time is of the essence, buddy.”

Jin stared at him for a good two minutes before he abruptly up and headed straight for the door.

“Yah! Kim Seokjin! Where do you think you’re going!?”

“To ask her out!”

“Yah!” Hoseok stretched his neck for his friend to hear him, “It’s 2 AM, you can’t just march into her apartment to ask her out!”

“Watch me!”

And the next thing Hoseok heard was the sound of the door closing.

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“Is that Jin hyung?” Jungkook asked when you both heard Jin’s faint voice and the light rapping at the door.

“Yeah,” you stood up from your seat and handed over the iPad to Jungkook. “I’ll get the door. What does this idiot need at this hour?”

Jungkook chuckled as he watched you head for the door.

You opened the door to Jin, standing tall right in front of you but with both eyes shut, as if he’s scared at the possibility of getting launched into space like a rocket ship. “Seokjin, are you okay?” you reached out to touch his face, feeling for signs of fever.

“Go out with me, Yn.” he blurted out all of a sudden.

“Ooookaaay… where are we going?”

“No, I meant…” he finally opened his eyes and wiped his cold palms on his jeans. “Go out with me… on a date,” he held your gaze as he said it. “You know, a date… Like, what two people normally do when they’re romantically involved. Not that we’re romantically involved yet. YET. I mean, I really like you, Yn. I have liked you since high school. Remember prom?” he laughed lightly. “I wanted to take you to prom. But Kris told me he would ask you out, and Miyoung asked me out the following day through a video call, and I couldn’t let her down–”

“Wait, what? But Miyoung–” You’re confused.

“Then you dated Kris. Then in college, you dated Hae-in. Then you dated a string of guys before you met Namjoon– THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE– and now he’s out of the picture, you met Yoongi. He’s a great guy, you know! Rooting for him already the first time I met him, but I couldn’t just shake off the fact that I could be better for you, Yn. But I just couldn’t find the right timing, you know?” he sighed. “I kept thinking back on that night when you rejected me–”

“Rejected you? I did not re–?” You’re even more confused now but Jin is speaking six thousand words per minute and you need to keep listening.

“And I thought, maybe you’re right, our friendship is more important above everything else. But I don’t want to be just friends with you forever, Yn. I’m too old– we’re too old for this shit. I want to be straightforward. I want to be man enough. I’m not gonna lie, Hobi gave me the push that I needed to stand here in front of you. I’m so sorry I had to do it right away, because if I slept on it, I would have chickened out… Now I’m just rambling, and I’m so sorry, I understand if you only see me as a friend,” he sighed. “I’m sorry if I woke you up. Go back inside, I’ll head back to my apartment.” Jin abruptly turned on his heels to head back to his apartment with his head hung low.

“Idiot,” you muttered under your breath. “Seokjin!” It took you two big steps before you reached him, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him, causing him to stumble back.

“YAH! What if I landed on my butt, would you nurse me back to health for two weeks?” Jin hissed at you but his expression immediately softened when he saw you smiling up at him. “What?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Jin’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly fixed his shirt to regain his composure. “Yes, you’ll go out with me? On a date?”

“Yes, Seokjin. I’ll go out with you… on a date.”

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a/n — FINALLYYYYY!!!!!!

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justbelievinginmagic · 2 years ago

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I Need U - Chapter 1: Chase ‘em

a super-slow burn hyyh / bangtan universe au ft oc x taehyung, oc x seokjin, yoongi x jungkook, ot7 & oc being pals.

series summary: Song Nari still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. How was she here? Stuck in a world that felt more like a nightmare than reality. How did she end up here - wishing at a lookout point above the rolling sea in the dead of night besides a high school friend that she hadn’t seen or talked to in over a year? How did she end up here after all she did was chase down the seven delinquents who graffitied her car to give them a piece of her mind?

chapter summary: A traffic jam was the last thing she wanted right now - or so she thought.

warnings: implied/referenced drug and alcohol use, explicit language, Bangtan Boys are delinquents, oc is kinda angry-dumb, run mv havoc.

wordcount: 4.4K

A/N: hi this chapter has been rewritten & reposted as of June 2022. Its been a year since starting to write I Need U and I want so badly to finish it. So I started to reread it (since i did take a hiatus away from it and lost the voice of the characters). I discovered rewriting bits just to tighten up their relationships/experience/etc was really fun so here we are lol. If you have been reading I Need U for a while, major plot points will not be changing as of now - but these chapters are rewritten for more clarity. you wont be missing out on anything if you dont reread them but their relationships/personalities are a bit more fleshed out.

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A traffic jam doesn’t often change your life.

Traffic jams are the worst usually. That’s what Song Nari thought as she groaned out at the sight of rows and rows of red brake lights. The tunnel she was stuck in gleamed in a hue of rubies and amber light; the night sky at the end of tunnel seemed so far away. Her fingernails tapped against the side of the steering wheel with a rising tempo; each jab of her nails into the wheel dug deeper and deeper until there were a series of crescent moons in the dark worn leather.

The day had been horrible – and this traffic jam was just the cherry on top of a terrible sundae. First, it had been a surprise exam. Nari had been so focused on her mathematics exam that she hadn’t remembered her history class had an in-class essay. It was frustrating; she can still feel the flush of her cheeks and churn of her stomach at the announcement. Nari had wanted to hide or cry or throw something at a wall. She could already hear her family once she received the grade (“This grade, Nari-ah?” Disappointment that sliced her skin. “Your sister did so much better in school. You need to work harder. How else will you get into a good university?”)

A surprise exam couldn’t just be it, no, then there was work. Her part-time job at the local ramen shop was typically boring - except for today, of course. Customers seemed to just know when someone is feeling bad. One middle-aged woman criticized her for being not “cheerful enough” while taking her order. Then, they hadn’t tipped. Nari could feel the anger boiling at her bones – like she was the very ramen broth being reduced in a pot in the kitchen.

After cleaning and locking up the shop alone, you’d think life would be looking up with the closing of the day. But then, there was this. This stupid traffic jam.

A fucking traffic jam on a Thursday night.

She twisted her neck this way and that, cracking it as the radio played in crinkled, poorly transmitted sequences. This tunnel was notorious for blocking radio signals – and despite being a modern teenager, Nari’s phone had a low battery she couldn’t risk worsening using it for music. Her AUX cord dangled tantalizingly nonetheless. Cars were restless, edging closer and closer to bumpers that were barely moving.

And then, the cars began to honk.

Nari huffed out a sigh. Honking didn’t do anything; didn’t these people know that? She was only sixteen – a fresh new driver – and she knew that. The honks were a cacophony of noise, mixing unpleasantly with her shitty radio transmission. Both rising and rising in her ears until her hand shot out to turn off the radio with a thud. Her finger hurt from the force. Her head ached even more. Her other hand rose to rub at her forehead; a day’s worth of sweat and smudges of half-worn off foundation came off as she lowered her hand. Can’t this day end? The noise only grew, honks blending together into a rumble of a monster’s roar. Was there an accident or something?

Breathing roughly from her nose, Nari tried to peer around the cars in front of her, her head clanking against the glass of her driver-side door’s window. The spring-time chill clinging to the glass helped the beginning of her headache. Her eyes were hurting from the light – her contacts felt dry. All she wanted was to be home in her bed. But instead, she was here, stuck in what felt like an isolation in the universe, a time-loop of a traffic jam.

Glancing out, she couldn’t see anything around the car in front of her – too jam packed like sardines in a can. Her eyes fell shut for a moment in frustration. She could feel it building up like a pressure cooker. Her patience was running thin.

There was something else among the honking competition outside suddenly. Her eyes flashed open at the sound. It was yells, shouts, screeches. Panic struck through her – what was that? Pressing her face closer to the window, she finally caught a glance.

Teenage boys. Six of them to be exact, running throughout the cars. Weaving back and forth with crowing laughter. They were tossing things into the air. Her brows furrowed as she tried to spot what it was, eyes bugging when she realized it was food. Chips and fries. Drinks were thrown onto windshields.

One of the boys – with orange dyed hair – jumped atop a car, tossing the remains of his chips roughly at the car windshield before standing tall and proud. A friend of his with pink hair handed a take-away cup to him, his face falling into what Nari could only make out as a dazed nonchalance before he sloppily poured the remains of the drink of the windshield. He lazily dropped the cup near immediately afterwards.

Nari was shell shocked. Her mouth parted in a perfect ‘O’, and her eyes blinking once, twice. What the fuck was going on? Why – and how – were they doing this? They were going to get arrested.

Another boy – one that seemed taller and with a too eager look in his eyes – crouched down to spit his drink into one of the cars’ open windows in a large plume of sugary spray.

Quickly, her gaze moved to her car locks. Her hand shifted to flick at the toggle, making sure they were locked tight. As soon as her gaze rose back to the anarchy in front of her, she let out a scream, flinching back in her seat.

One of the boys, a teenager with shaggy hair that was also dyed a bit – was it electric green at the tips? – was pushing himself onto her car’s hood. Her old car creaked and rumbled, but he didn’t care as he leaned forward, over the windshield. His fisted hands came rushing down onto her windshield’s glass with a thud. He let out a loud “boo!”.

He wanted to spook her, and when he saw her surprised, wide-eyed face and her little jump, he was granted what he wanted. Her lips were a pout, and her dark brown eyes glistened wide with shock. He let out a laugh, hazed eyes falling shut for a moment as Nari looked on bewildered. He was high enough that everything seemed harmless yet like he was in control even as he felt the car’s metal moan beneath his weight. His smile was wide and boxy, looking chaotic and wild on his face.

While she was scared, frightened by the chaotic scene, Nari was still utterly angry. This – this – was keeping her from going home. A bunch of dickhead teenagers who wanted to cause chaos for fun while they’re high on whatever drugs they found in a back alley. There was a spark of bravery – or stupidity – in her veins at the thought. Her face quickly fell being that of a doe-eyed victim into something scrawled into a scowl. Her eyes bore into his face. His laughter was still overtaking him, shaking his form. His half-mooned, pupil-blown eyes bore tears of amusement.

When he finally got another glance at her (he was itching to see that sweet innocent look of surprise again), he didn’t expect to see the mean glare. His tongue licked at his lower lip, tasting strawberry soju that still stained his lips. He was about to throw her a smirk when she startled him. His eyes widened as he watched – and felt – her slam down heavily on her steering wheel’s horn with the palm of her hand. The noise was loud and piercing, but there was already a blur of sounds among them. Honks, cheers, curses, hoots, and hollers. The boy with green highlights in his dark hair could feel the thrum of the horn beneath his hands and knees though.

And he laughed again. It felt like a challenge in his dazed-out brain. Everything about the situation was fun and free and playful to him; after all, he felt like he was on top of the world for once in his life. How this stranger looked - her glowering glare, the cock of her brow as she continued to press down on the horn of her steering wheel – it felt like a challenge to that autonomy.

He'd show her.

Tilting his head in challenge, he simply smiled, close lipped, before he reached into the inner pocket of his white leather jacket and pulled out something. At first, she feared the worse. Eyes widening a smidge more into the near doe-eyed looked (that if he was being honest, he liked). Nari’s heart raced in her chest. What if it was a gun or something? Gun violence was rising in Korea again – enough that she carried pepper spray on her key chain and her sister had lectured her on safety. Surely, a couple of teenagers wouldn’t have a gun.

And she was right. It was certainly not a weapon, but the sight of it made her trickling fear roar into an anger once more. An anger that made her hands tremble, her nose scrunch. The type of anger that tempted her to jump out of her car right then and there.

He wouldn’t dare.

Quickly, with laughter tumbling from his lips again, the boy began to spray something on her car. Spray paint. Bright red spray painting spattered and dripped. A large X was drawn over her windshield, blocking part of her view.

The can must’ve been near-empty with how it sputtered and splattered about messily. He didn’t mind though, dropping it lazily off her car with a clank. Instead of standing like his friend had, he leaned closer, looking down at her through a mostly-unpainted part of her windshield. The smell of aerosol paint burned his nose pleasantly as he ran his tongue over the back of his teeth. Cocking his head, he raised his brows at her and smiled. Their eye contacted lasted a moment too long, her nose flaring with her anger.

What the actual fuck? What does she do? Did this really just happen? What could she do? Honking can’t fix any of this bullshit – he just ruined her car with paint. Nari’s mind was in a spin, fueled by her anger and bewilderment. They never taught you how to handle a teenager spray painting your windshield – while you were behind the wheel – at driving school.

His boxy smile was prideful as he watched her anger blur into wide eyed shock. He had won. Won what? He – and she – didn’t know; he just knew he felt good. It felt good to cause trouble.

The shaggy, green-tipped hair man slid off her car with little grace considering how high or drunk he must’ve been. He offered her a wink of his eye before he began to turn away to join his other delinquent friends. She then noticed the truck that was blocking the way – T-boning the traffic to a stop.

Nari never handled her anger well – never could let an argument end without her having the last word. Without much thought (except that they were retreating), the teenage girl rolled down her window. The smell of aerosol paint lingered in the air, a sharp reminder (besides the huge fucking ‘X’ on her car) of what just happened. Leaning her head out, watching as her vandal slung his arm around the shoulders of a staggering boy, one wearing a black leather jacket and had minty blue hair, she decided with how bad her day was that it couldn’t get worse.

“Fuck you,” Nari shouted at them.

The spray paint boy heard a feminine voice pierce through the horns and shouts of his friends and looked back over his shoulder. Leaning out of the car he had climbed upon and spray painted was the driver girl with the angriest scowl on her face and a middle finger brandished towards him. He laughed, letting his older friend tug him along towards the large black truck that was blocking the way.

Taehyung felt alive.

“The cops are on their way!” Another driver with their window down cried out, spurring the boys to begin to run.

Nari watched as the black truck, a new black truck with mud already on its big wheels, revved up and reeled around to being to drive off. Tires squealed as the boys ran alongside it. Some hopped up onto the open bed of the truck as it drove past. Others who were stumbling drunk ran alongside it. Nari noticed how the license plate was covered up. Someone in that group of delinquents had a brain cell it seemed. (Just one though.)

Nari was a smart girl – she studied often; she worked at her part-time job dutifully. But she was frustrated. Angry and stressed and frightened. She wanted to yell into the open air. She wanted them not to get away with it. Because she knew those fools would get away with this. It was late; they had hidden their license plate; they were driving away.

She knew it was stupid what she wanted to do – but this was the straw that broke the camel’s back for her. Nari was going to follow them. She was going to give them a piece of her mind, something!

When traffic began to move (after all, the car that had been the problem was gone), she was zooming in the direction the truck went. All Nari could focus on was finding that stupid fucking truck. Tonight.

Admittedly, she didn’t know how she found the car sitting in the dark near the train tracks. Maybe it was fate or stupid luck. But she couldn’t stop the cheer of triumph leaving her lips. Because it had taken an hour. An hour of driving about, keeping her eyes peeled for a black car in the dark of night. The entire drive only fueled her anger. Every time she saw that stupid ‘X’ covering her driving vision, all she could feel was a rush of rage. Seven idiots. They couldn’t have gone far – they hadn’t. The moment she spotted the muddy side road with the hint of tire tracks, she had to check.

Nari was sure her mother was worried sick. Her shift had ended hours ago; it was past curfew on a school night. She had heard her phone buzzing on and off all night in her backpack in her trunk until it went quiet – probably running out of battery life. At this rate, she knew she was going to be grounded, but if she was going to already by punished, she was going to succeed in her self-given mission: giving these assholes a piece of her mind.

The dark road gave way to a large clearing – with shipping containers scattered about. A warm glow shined against the matte varnish of the containers. There was a half-made camp in front of the dark black truck (that still had its license plate covered). And there were seven boys lounging about the campfire, lulling into sleepiness from fading drunkenness and/or highs.

Taehyung, sporting his ivory-white leather jacket still, had been munching on a bag of chips he’d stolen from Jungkook’s backpack. Namjoon, now wearing his baseball cap low over his pink hair, fiddled with the logs in the fire, nudging them this way and that way with a long stick. Jungkook, bundled up in a soft (and not-at-all-threatening) sweater, was resting his head on Hoseok’s lap, feet propped up on Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi – with his mint hair messy – was fiddling with his lighter, the flame bittersweetly licking his thumb’s skin with every ignition. Hoseok’s once eager face was now exhausted as he stared into the fire sleepily while Jimin with orange hair tossed rocks into the fire, lightly laughing whenever he managed to knock into Namjoon’s stick. Seokjin – the get-away driver – was going through the photos he had taken earlier that day with his new polaroid camera. Some were good; others were shit; it was difficult to take photos when they were all collectively drunk or high or even just buzzed off the energy of each other. He sighed occasionally as he dropped one into the crackling fire – watching as the flame licked away at the image of Yoongi and Hoseok’s blurred figures.

There was a comfortable cozy air around them even with the chill of the spring midnight creeping in. They almost didn’t hear the other car pull up they were so comfortable, but the bright headlights did catch Taehyung’s attention.

“Woah, woah, woah, shit,�� the boy mumbled out in shock as he spotted the new figure approaching their hideaway. Even in the back light of the headlights, he recognized her. And the car in the distance – with the large ‘X’ on its windshield – yeah, he recognized that.

“Fuck!” Taehyung cursed out as he scrambled and stumbled over the broken concrete slab they were sitting on.

“Tae, what’s wrong?” Jungkook queried, brows pinching together until he followed the older boy’s gaze.

Anyone could tell she was angry. It was clear in the way her fists were curled up and the way she was stalking up to them. Fuck, without even knowing who she was, they all were quick to be careful. Especially with Taehyung’s coward-ish behavior. The group of boys moved to try to get up – Jungkook’s feet kicked against Yoongi’s hand as he moved; Jimin reached out to shake at the still hazy Hoseok. They had to run, run, run.

“Oh no way, not this time!” Nari growled out.

She was quick, running up to the group before anyone could go anywhere. Even more, she grasped Taehyung by the wrist – no way could she forget his face nor his way too shaggy hair with the green tips.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you, huh?” Nari bit out, struggling to keep a grasp on the squirming man.

Another man – with a baseball cap on – tugged him out of her grasp. This guy was tall, lanky even, with pink and bleached hair spilling out from the sides of his hat. Her glare shifted to him. Namjoon didn’t flinch from it, but he did let out a breath. Her eyes were burning with rage. What the hell did Taehyung do? This couldn’t be a scorned girlfriend or one night stand – Taehyung didn’t do that.

“It was just for fun; I’m so sorry,” Taehyung apologized immediately; fear flickering over his face.

“Fun?” she repeated incredulously, taking another step towards him. “You fucking spray painted my car.” Taehyung quickly scampered to hide behind Namjoon, gripping onto his forearm. Her teeth bared in her frustration as he repeated a quiet “I’m sorry” again.

It was almost funny to Namjoon. Taehyung was a delinquent. A “jail bird” even. He ran from cops, flipping them off every other day. Yet here was a teenage girl yelling at him, and he didn’t have the balls to argue back. He was raising his hands in surrender.

Where was his ego now, she wanted to ask? Where was the challenge in his eyes? This guy was so different from the bastard who spray painted her car. Nari continued to glower up at Namjoon and Taehyung.

Never, ever, did Taehyung expect her to find him. Especially with the high and alcohol out of his veins. The liquid courage of drugs and too much strawberry soju was gone and now all that was left was a tired sixteen-year old boy who didn’t want to fight. Taehyung hated fighting with a passion. He’d rather run.

“It’ll wash off,” Namjoon countered, trying to soothe Nari.

His lanky form gave off an aura – as if he was bulkier and stronger than he was; maybe, more mature. Taehyung was partially covered by him, peering over at the crazy girl who followed them. Namjoon’s brows raised up pleadingly; his hands rose up as if calming a frightened animal.

How the hell were these the same boys who made a traffic stop to cause chaos? In fact, they were all looking at her like she was the wild one. Was she in an alternate universe or something?

“You didn’t answer my question,” Nari snapped, looking over at Taehyung again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What do you want us to say, huh?” the mint-haired guy called from his spot. He looked oddly at peace with the situation, minus the loud yelling. He was sitting, lounging back on his forearms. “We were stupid?” he offered, as if there was nothing else to say.

“And high,” a smaller voice piped up – the orange haired boy, Jimin. He – at least – looked concerned about the situation.

“You were assholes,” she corrected. “It wasn’t just me you screwed over. You’re lucky no one else had the fucking time or balls to follow you. You’re lucky the police couldn’t be damned with tracking you done because you covered your license plate. Next time, take your “fun” and shove it up your asses. Some of us can’t afford to fix the things you fucking damage.” She pointed harshly at Taehyung. “Next time you feel like playing God, go play on the train tracks or some shit.”

They were promptly shut up by her. Namjoon and Taehyung had been in jail before – for fights and vandalism charges. Jungkook often was in fights – even if the others didn’t know. They weren’t exactly a weak group. They weren’t even particularly good kids; they caused more chaos than good-will. It was fun for them.

But never did they have someone follow after them and tell them off. Never did someone ever stand up against them so valiantly. Their mouths were open in shock. There was a bit of credit that had to be given to the mystery girl – even if she was acting crazy.

Nari let out a breath. It felt great to yell; she had wanted to yell at the top of her lungs the entire day if she was being completely honest. Her chest heaved a bit as she glared at the group of shell-shocked boys.

With adrenaline and elation still pumping through her veins, she took a step forward. Taehyung gripped Namjoon’s arm a bit. Frightened… as if she was going to harm him. Namjoon’s gaze hardened despite the internal panic racing through him. Shit, was he going to have to fight a girl? He never wanted nor had fought a girl before! He didn’t want to.

Yet all Nari did was reach down for a blanket resting on the ground, dirt tumbling from the fabric as she shook it out. The group’s glare became curious. Silence overtook them; the only noise in the air was the crackling of the fire and the hum of her engine idling.

“What are you doing?” One of the boys piped up, his voice indignant but fairly weak. She didn’t even glance at him.

Stepping up onto her car tire, she wiped at the red paint, smearing it about. Trying to haphazardly fix it. The paint had mostly dried by now, but it still smeared and smudged onto the green blanket. She worked at the paint more around the vision of the driver, but it was still futile. Her windshield looked like a murder scene, but she hoped it’d get her home safer than the ‘X’ would’ve. A few moments passed between them as she finished her work.

Hopping down from the tire, Nari tilted her head, a mimicry of how Taehyung looked at her earlier tonight as he spray-painted her car. She stalked back over to them, looking far less angry after her “revenge” and yelling fit. Lazily, she dropped the paint-covered blanket in front of them.

“There,” Nari muttered out.

There was one of the men who looked offended. His brows crinkled up in the middle of his forehead, his nose crinkling with them. She looked each one of them in the eye. While most were simply staring – still with a partially surprised look, some didn’t. The man in the soft blue sweater looked terrified with the biggest doe eyes she’s ever seen. The orange haired boy looked equally intimidated with his soft- looking eyes and plump lips pouting a bit. Another was glancing away, biting his lip. The one with mint hair stared at her with unaffected eyes. Pink hair and Spray Paint boy were still close together, staring at her in surprise.

She huffed, her hands unraveling from her fists.

“If I ever see you do this shit again, I will call the police or kick your asses or something,” she muttered out, pointing fiercely. Her threat admittedly was half-hearted. Nari wasn’t a fighter – an arguer, an angry person perhaps. But she wouldn’t harm anyone. Her hands were red with spray paint smudges; the red paint smeared onto her hoodie haphazardly.

There was an odd rush of power – probably similar to how Taehyung felt earlier in the night – doing this. Standing up for herself. But as soon as she turned away, as soon as the adrenaline began to wear off with each calming breath and step she took, things changed in her head.

Her heart raced. She just told seven guys she’d beat them up. What if they call the police on her? Her skin was burning hot in the cold night hair as she trekked back to her car. Her keys were still in the ignition, the engine rumbling low. All she did was hop in, a shaky breath leaving her as she looked on through her red tinted windshield. With headlights in their eyes, she saw the seven boys glancing between each other. Their mouths moved faintly, but with her door shut with a firm slam she couldn’t make out the words.

All she knew was that she had done what she had done. And it was time to get the hell out of here. Oddly enough, she was similar to them – running away after bold actions. Maybe that’s why there was an odd reverence in the boys’ eyes as she shifted her car into reverse and pulled out onto the dirt road to get onto the main highway.

“What the fuck was that?” Nari breathed out, elation and anxiety clashing together in a whirlwind.

Little did she know, Taehyung – staring after her car – murmured the same exact thing with a far different tone.

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minniepetals · 2 years ago

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cry me a river | the snakes

— summary: you're left on your own to save your own self

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 7.8k

— warnings: kidnapping, allusions to torture

— PART 19 / previous post / masterpost

“..lady.? My lady..?”

A vision of blur, a haze falling over your eyes, yet slowly but surely, you’re beginning to come back to yourself as the aching pain in the back of your head becomes more and more apparent with your consciousness beginning to return.

You find Sunoo who stares down at you with much worry, his eyes frightful and shaky, brows arched in a furrow, his lips quivering a bit. He probably felt you stir and realized you were finally coming around again because when you start to rise from the cold, hard floor, he’s right there to help steady you.

You take a moment to blink hard, trying to get rid of the hazy vision, and in the darkness of the room, your eyes slowly adjust to the low light as you make out someplace that looks like some sort of cell.

“Are you alright?” Sunoo asks after you but before you can answer him, another voice comes in.

“How’s your head?” You almost jump, quick to turn at the source in a defensive stance as you realize you aren’t alone in this cell with the little boy. There’s someone else, someone familiar, someone you know. “There’s no need to be so alarmed, I won’t go near you,” he says, voice low and calm for the strange situation you’re placed in.

“...Yoongi?”

He remains in the darkness but even then you can make out his figure as he sits in a corner, an arm on his propped-up knee, relaxed against the wall behind him as if it’s been some time since he’s arrived here.

You turn back at Sunoo who gives you an innocent shrug before putting your focus back on your ex-boyfriend.

“What’re you doing here?”

“The same reason the two of you are here.”

Your brows crease. “You know Nari?”

He shrugs lightly, “You could say that,” before repeating the question to you. “And you?”

“..Well.” Your answer is short and curt, refusing to let anything reveal itself, but Yoongi accepts it, not pressing you any further in the same way you don’t press for him.

When you hear the little boy behind you shiver slightly against the coldness of this room, you give up on being so defensive against Yoongi and turn back around as you take your jacket off to drape it over Sunoo.

“Is your thigh okay?” You ask, patting lightly on his right leg. “You let me lay on you for support when I was unconscious, don’t do that again. In times like this, you have to worry about yourself first and foremost. I’m stronger than you after all. I can withstand the cold and sleeping on the hard floor isn’t something I haven’t gotten used to.” The White Room was always like this after all. Like a prison cell.

Just brighter.

He presses his lips into a thin line at your chiding, head lowered as he hunches up his shoulders, shrinking at your demand. “I’m sorry.”

You accept it with a hum. “How long have I been out?”

“Um…it’s been a few hours...I think.”

Good. A day hasn’t passed.

“Did any of them hurt you when I was unconscious?”

He shakes his head and you try to detect any lies in his eyes but Sunoo beckons over at Yoongi unexpectedly. “The mister helped me when one of the guys tried to hit me.”

You turn towards the man, who doesn’t react one bit. Well, Yoongi’s never been one to stand down when he sees violence displayed against innocents, especially when it comes to children, so that much isn’t a surprise. Though it does beg the question of just how he got here, when, and why. What’s his connection with Nari? In the three years you’d spent with him, Yoongi is known to be a man who doesn’t stick out too easily, not in the way Jimin or Seokjin does, so he’s not one to attract personal enemies all on his own.

So what’s the deal with Nari? How did he get kidnapped in the first place? And why are you here on the same day as him? You haven’t seen Nari in a while but perhaps she’s been keeping up with what you’ve been doing ever since your last encounter.

She’s obsessed like that after all, not one to simply let things go especially when it comes to someone she feels inferior towards. But she’s never had the chance to go after you with all that she wishes without your father constantly by your side.

She saw an opportunity and took it.

He’s gone now after all.

But isn’t her father still alive? Did her father ask her to kidnap you? No, maybe it was Nari who took it upon herself to take you away. You wouldn’t put it past her.

You look around the cell room, trying to find a weak spot but there are no windows, no holes in the walls, nothing on the ground that can lead to some secret passageway a previous prisoner has decided to dig themselves out from.

The only escape is through the bars right in front of you. Solid, strong bars that seem to be well taken care of without much rust seen on them.

“I assume you were taken alone,” you speak into the silence after leaving Sunoo’s side, voice low as you eye the outside of the bars. Yoongi hums in response. “You think anyone would think to suspect Nari on your end?”

“No,” he states with a sigh. “None of the boys know I even know Nari.”

You turn from the bars, raising a brow as you lean your back against them, arms crossing before your chest with a heel held up against one of the bars. “Who would have thought you have your own secrets you keep hidden from them.”

Yoongi shrugs at your accusation, not denying it as he looks off to the side, eyes falling a bit distant. “Everyone has secrets. Some are better at keeping them than others.” He pauses. “Like you.”

“Well,” you look away at his accusation, “it’s true that no one alive knows of my connection with Nari, which will make it harder to suspect her. Nari isn’t someone who will keep evidence behind for people to find, whether on accident or on purpose. Her people are always there to pick up after what she misses, they’re all meticulous like that, so if none of our people know to connect her with us, that means the only people who can get us out of here is ourselves.”

“You plan to leave with me?” Yoongi raises a brow, suspicion falling your way.

“I killed Namjoon’s brother,” you look back at him, eyes pointed without a bit of falter in them, “I might as well rescue one of his boyfriends if I’m given the chance.” Yoongi watches you, steadily, to deject any weakness, anything at all, but you’re too good to show any emotions whatsoever, and after a brief glance made at your bandaged neck, he looks away, wondering where the girl he saw back at the manor went.

Weakened and out of control.

It seems the further away you are from your Reapers, the easier it is to distance yourself from emotions, from feeling. It’s probably your body’s way of protecting itself, knowing just when to shut down and keep your guard up with the strongest steel, not leaving any gaps behind.

Your Reapers are probably the only escape you can find to help you feel anything, though Yoongi guesses even then, you probably don’t know just how to release everything you actually want to feel. Whatever you’ve gone through, whatever secrets you’ve kept from them back when you were still in love, and the new secrets you’ve created after the divorce, they’re all things he knows he will never come to know the answers to.

Not unless you tell them yourself.

You hurt, you lie, but it is all to protect yourself. He wonders if Namjoon had never forced you out of the Bangtan manor would you have been able to let your guard down a little more? He wonders if you would have allowed them to protect you.

It wouldn’t have been an easy journey but he wonders if you would have been able to trust them a little more in the love that you held for them.

“Mingyu.”

In the silence of the empty bedroom where the little kid should have been, Dasom’s call is loud and clear as he simply stares at the neatly made bed in the right corner of the room, left untouched.

It’s one in the morning, Sunoo’s roommate has been moved to another room in order to be with his friends, that way sleeping would be easier for him, that way he’d feel a little less guilty about something he has no purpose in worrying over.

“Do you think they’re together?”

You also should have returned hours ago but when one of the Reapers went to pick you up, there were no signs of you anywhere.

Just the same as Sunoo.

“Boss knows how to take care of herself, she would have never fallen into the hands of someone else.” He steps over to examine the boy’s desk, two books sprawled messily, three more held up on a small shelf, a pencil cup, a notebook. “She also knows how to defend herself while protecting others. But,” he takes a book from the desk to flip through its pages, “not unless she was outnumbered and there was a defenseless child involved. Boss would never risk the chances of them getting hurt.”

“So you confirm that they’re together.”

He nods at Dasom’s question and finds the headmaster letting out a sigh of relief at that.

“Yeonjun.” He calls, and the younger man is instantly by his side.

“All the security cameras around here have all been destroyed. The only thing I found was through The Academy’s security cameras but the only glimpse I got from both boss and the little boy is that they headed towards Garden street. The camera doesn’t span very far though. Boss’s gadgets have been turned off a few blocks away but we searched all around and we’ve found nothing to note of her belongings.”

“They either took it with them and destroyed it at a different scene or they have it on them at the moment.”

“Either way, they’re meticulous,” Dasom says after Mingyu as she turns to stare out at the window of the little boy’s room. “No evidence left behind, and they took them hours before anyone saw any of them.” She thinks for a moment as the two boys continue trying to look through the room, before Dasom turns back around, her arms crossed over her chest. “You don’t think it’s someone from her past…do you?”

Mingyu pauses for a second before proceeding to speak. “We can’t rule out anyone but if it is someone from boss’s past,” he glances Yeonjun’s way, “it’ll be a headache to try and figure out who it is that’s bold enough to kidnap boss. Especially with how secretive she is with everything.”

He runs a hand through his hair, already feeling the migraine coming through.

Loud footsteps echo suddenly into the silence of the hallway, coming closer and closer, and in an instant, you have Sunoo behind you, away from the bars of the cell with an arm held out to cage him back from whoever it is that’s on their way here.

Yoongi looks up on high alert, prepared just as you are, though you both know you can’t make it out as easily as you hope to. But getting any information no matter the circumstances is vital and you’re prepared to do anything to try and find a way out.

No one from the outside can help you after all. None of your people, both yours and Yoongis’ know about your connection with Nari. They’ve never had any reason to suspect it after all, so why would they start now? And with you being so secretive and Yoongi having his own reasons for hiding things, there’s no way anyone outside can find anything to start suspecting.

The guards come in five, all of them buff and tall, and you can feel the beat of your heart drumming harshly against your chest, the memories and trauma wishing to tear you apart but you take deep, deep breaths, steadying yourself.

Mingyu’s taught you techniques to calm yourself down when you feel as if your life will be in danger. He’s taught you how to control the beat of your heart, how to manipulate your mind into thinking things are okay when they really aren’t.

You’ve been placed in scenarios where you’ve had to toughen yourself and let your mind pretend you’re fine before so you know you can do this. If these men are hoping to grab you and take you away to wherever, you can manipulate yourself into believing their touches are not those of men.

As long as you’re prepared beforehand, you can do it.

So you close your eyes when you hear the sound of the chains on the lock moving about, knowing that it is to be opened any second now, preparing yourself for whatever it is to come.

“Mr. Min.”

And yet they call for Yoongi instead.

You look over to where two of them move to him just as another follows but stays a few steps behind, giving you a simple glance with piercing dark eyes that tells you if you were to make one wrong move, Sunoo will have to pay the price.

Both you and Yoongi aren’t dumb enough to make a mistake in costing the life of a child.

So you watch as they place a blindfold over his eyes — a smart move on their part because there’s always a risk prisoners will try to find ways to escape during the maneuvers from their cells — and tie his hands together from behind, pushing him out the cell.

When the door clangs closed and the cell is locked up once again, you hear Sunoo let out a quiet breath of relief just as the six of them all leave.

“What will happen to that mister?” Sunoo asks, his hands trembling when he tugs onto your sleeve, his eyes looking up at you with big brown eyes when you turn to him. He looks frightened, afraid of the fate that is to come to him, so you press a hand on his head to try and comfort him somewhat.

“I don’t know,” you admit, not wanting to sugarcoat things because you know he probably already understands to an extent what is to come for Yoongi.

Everything depends on what Yoongi means to Nari’s gang — the Viper gang — and how he got involved with them in the first place. Did he piss them off? Somehow that seems a bit unlikely in your opinion. The Yoongi you knew isn’t someone who goes around messing with other gang members that have no association with Namjoon and his orders. He listens to whatever Namjoon tells him, they all do, so he wouldn’t deliberately piss someone off accidentally or due to personal reasons. Yoongi is careful, calculated, and minds his own business.

Whatever his relationship is with the snakes, whatever brought him to be a target under Nari’s radar, that will be what determines his fate in the end.

“What about us? Will we be next?”

He looks so small beside you. It reminds you of the time you first met him down in the undergrounds, a frail little kid so bony the small clothes they had him in couldn’t even fit him properly. Sunoo was malnourished, just like the rest of the kids down there, but in the few months you had them in The Academy, he’s been able to grow some fat and muscles. One day he’ll look his age.

If we manage to get out of here, that is.

You aren’t too worried about him though because if there’s one thing you know about Nari, it’s that she has a soft spot for kids.

She’s a tough nut to crack but in the time you spent with her, you came to realize that Nari, no matter how spoiled of a brat and narcissistic she is, at the end of the day, she cares for something. Perhaps it’s the only thing that has kept her sane in all the years she’s lived as a daughter of a mafioso.

Every child is a victim in the end.

The parents are all to blame.

“You’ll be fine,” so you tell Sunoo, a promise he knows you wouldn’t give him unless you were absolutely confident. You aren’t someone who will lie just for the sake of things after all. You’re strict and hard on everyone, including the kids, and in the adult world of lies, your truth has always been something they could rely on.

“And you?” He asks, and when you don’t give him a reply in return, Sunoo’s brows crease with fright and anger, the sort of expression he didn’t give you when he thought about his situation. It’s admirable the way he cares more for you instead. He was the same for his fellow friends when they were under Ying’s reins.

“You should worry more about yourself.” You turn your body fully his way, pulling the collar of his jacket closer around his neck, then slide your hand through the right of his pocket where you remember he hid the snack he offered you hours before. “Eat. You need your strength.”

“But-”

“Do not disobey me, Sunoo.” When you use his name, he closes his mouth shut. Despite the protest still seen on his face, he listens to your words because he knows he has no other choice. You only stop looking at him with a hardened expression once he’s torn the snack open and begin to bite on it. “If there is something you must know, if you wish to protect me in your own way, that is,” his ears perk up, attention on full display, and you give him a pointed stare, “do not cry.”

It is easier said than done.

Surely you must know it isn’t easy for a child to obey those words no matter how much an adult tells them they shouldn’t cry, right?

Of course you know.

You know more than anyone.

How many times has father punished you for going against the things he wished for you to do? How many times were you weak when he asked you to be strong? How many times did you still tremble before a gun when he asked you to master it? How many tears did you shed when he commanded no emotions out of you?

It took time to become the puppet your father wished for you to be and despite having mastered it so well you still have his thoughts instilled into you after his death, it wasn’t something that happened automatically after one day.

Still, you ask of Sunoo to listen to this one command.

“When they torture me and hurt me, when you hear my cries and screams, do not cry. Do not move a single inch. Do not show your emotions to the enemies.”

It is the very words you uttered to your Reapers when your father still lived.

Yoongi doesn’t return.

But the guards do.

And when they do, they take you away without Sunoo, who in turn panics instantly, his face contoured with pain and affliction, fear consuming his thoughts they indicate so clear in his eyes. But you stop him from wanting to go at it with the guards before he gets himself into trouble with a simple look.

That look is enough to have him freeze in place as he remembers the command you gave him prior to the guards returning. He takes it in, watching as the guards tie your hands up behind your back, a blindfold covering your eyes.

The last thing you see is the struggle he holds plastering his expression; a struggle of knowing he must do one thing but wanting to do something else.

He wants to protect you, to rid of the men who’re taking you away to wherever they may hurt you, and yet the words you told him lets him remember that if he does actually want to protect you, the only way he can do so is by doing nothing.

By pretending none of this is affecting him.

By holding no emotions.

Just as the Reapers once had to follow and obey when they lived by your father’s side, watching day in and day out when you would make a small mistake and get punished for it.

Watching.

All the while pretending to be robots who cared about nothing.

If a Reaper fails this task, you would be on the verge of death and the Reaper would never see what tomorrow looks like.

Sunoo may not understand it yet and Sunoo may never understand it but you see the way he falls with conflict in the same way Yuna used to look. In the same way Yeonjun did, and Dasom did. In the same way Mingyu did.

And the rest of the Reapers.

The battle between wanting to care but knowing that is the most dangerous risk one can take.

You’re sure he’s holding onto the bars of the cells when the doors lock shut and when you’re escorted away. He calls after you, small voice breaking with despair and fear not for him but for you.

You know that deep down he must worry about what’s going to happen to him, about the fate that lies before him for the next few days, and yet right now the only thing that really matters to him is your well-being.

You chuckle to yourself.

He really does remind you of the Reapers. He’s got the heart of one, though you know you can never allow him to serve by your side.

Yeonjun has and will be the only youngest member of your guards.

You count each step you take being escorted away, having hope in Sunoo being okay, knowing to keep your head alerted at all times.

The blindfold serves no weakness; it isn’t see-through and you can’t see anything whether you look up, down, or sideways. It’s completely see-proof. So the only thing you can rely on is counting every step you take, as well as the twists and turns you make through the hall of the cells.

If you ever have to return to these cells for Sunoo or whatever the reason, you can rely on your memorization skills. You’ve done it before in the maze of Leehyun’s mansion.

A door opens, a few more steps, and the ropes fall from your wrists, replaced by two chains on each wrist, holding your arms up from the wall it’s chained to. Only after they’ve secured you do the blindfold get taken off.

And then, you take a deep breath, knowing the pain will now be coming.

“Poor little girl, still waiting for her happy ending.”

You look up at the familiar voice, wanting to laugh at the words she just uttered while her heels click under each step she takes.

Happy ending, what a joke.

“No one is coming to save you. Get up.”

Exhausted and in pain from almost everywhere, you still listen to Nari’s command as you place a palm on the floor, taking effort in holding your body up as it trembles from wanting to keep strength. You see blood dripping onto the floor, having fallen from your head, yet you can’t take your time to think or keep yourself steady because the chain is forcefully pulling you up once again, causing you to let out a little scream of pain.

Nari looks amused.

“How wonderful it is to finally be able to do this,” she says, her smile bright as she claps her hands together, shoulder hunching with delight. “Buttercup, you don’t know how happy I am to see you in such a state. I wish your father had allowed me to let me play with you in the way he allowed the rest of his toys to do so.”

“That’s never stopped you.”

“Right, right,” she nods at your comment, remembering those times as if it was a fond memory to look back on. “But father always reprimanded me once he found out. It was your father that had to pacify my father in the end.” She lets out a sigh, releasing her hands. “Isn’t it such a shame my father was so fond of you and your father was fond of me? What a twist in a fairytale.”

As if she’s ever had to struggle through a father’s lack of love.

“But then again, you’ve always had it far worse than me, didn’t you? Father would never let anyone hurt me after all.”

You feel your consciousness coming in and out, eyes a blur, sometimes too dark to see anything.

“Tell me, buttercup,” Nari holds your chin up by the tip of her fan, not wanting to get herself dirty in the slightest, and if you could spit in her face you would but you know better than that. “Aren’t you upset your father’s death hasn’t done you any benefit? I mean look at you. You’ve been going after everyone that’s done you wrong and yet they still do things to your head, don’t they?” She pokes you hard on the head, causing your body to stumble back.

Yet you keep your legs steady. You have no other choice, if you were to let your legs give in, the chains holding your arms up would tear them apart.

“You aren’t as smart as you believe, buttercup. I mean look at you, in the palm of my hands before you could even get to me.”

You sway a bit to the side so you let your right leg take a step towards it, keeping your upward stance. “You were never on the list of guys I wanted to go after.”

“Yes I was!” Nari’s quick to deny, her bold brows knitting between each other, those pearly white teeth bearing against one another. “You were going to come after me sooner or later! You’re just mad I got to you before you could me.”

“Why would I go after you, Nari?” You look straight at her despite your blurring vision, a light chuckle leaving you. “You never posed a threat to me.”

She seethes at your words, offended you would think so little of her after all the time she’s spent trying to make your life a living hell by making fun of you and picking on you whenever she got the chance. She would flaunt your father’s kind attention towards her whereas he always acted indifferent towards you. There were times when she’d order her people to hurt you, times when she’d pretend you did her wrong in front of your father, just to prove and show off the fact that he cared more for someone’s daughter than his own.

Though you always knew the truth behind all of that.

Nari had always been insecure when it came to you. It was your beauty that made her pay attention to you in the first place, because before you walked into her life, she was the prettiest anyone had ever seen, yet the attention flew your way the second you walked by.

Her father and the people that served under her shifting their attention fueled her insecurities.

For a good while you had let her get under your skin because she was right, father always acted as if he cared for other people’s daughter than his own, than you, but the person you are now knows he’s still a psychopath who doesn’t actually care for anyone.

Father always did what he had to do in order to bring forth allies.

He never cared for Nari in the way she thinks he does.

“You’re wrong! I am a threat to you!!” She bellows in a loud screech, already throwing a tantrum upon such simple words. If you’d known these small ticks would get to her, you should have used it against her in the past.

Too bad your past self was too kind and naive though.

“Your father cared for me in the way he’d never care for you! And I’m pretty!” She lands a hard slap on your face before stepping forward to put her hands on your shoulders, shaking you hysterically, forgetting the fact that she hates getting blood on her body. “Look at you, buttercup, look at how you look right now. You’ve got blood running down your head, you’re chained up against your will, barely able to stand on your two feet. You think you look pretty right now?”

You laugh at her naive way of thinking. It’s a bad idea, Nari’s got a big head with a huge ego and anyone who threatens that — her beauty most of all — will be on the receiving end of her wrath, whether they mean to or not.

“You really think a few hits in the face will cause those heads to turn away?” Still, you provoke her, wanting to have fun in the way you never could when you were younger; always the one who got the punch and never stood up for yourself.

What a pitiful little thing.

Nari’s right about one thing; Nobody is coming to save you.

Her head is quick to snap towards her men in the room, who aren’t fast enough to avert their attention from you. So in that split moment she caught them staring, it only adds fuel to the fire, and you laugh a little louder when she starts screaming.

“Careful, little celery, you almost look like you want to kill them yourself. But don’t you hate doing the dirty work?”

Min Nari.

Minari. The Korean word meaning water celery, a nickname she hates most of all, and along with the fact that she finally realizes she’s tainted her hands by touching you out of anger, she flinches when she catches sight of the blood on her palms. Her eyes bulge, disgust morphing her expression as if she was a germaphobe.

She’s not. She’s just dramatic.

The door clicks open before she can let out another shriek of ire, a voice walking in. “My little princess,” he calls, and Nari is quick to answer to the nickname that’s been bestowed to her.

“Papa! Y/N is—” Her breath hitches suddenly, shoulders flinching, and when you find the sight of her face morphed with something that looks like guilt, you realize perhaps her father didn’t know about this whole setup with you.

Though it’s not the only thing that surprises you today.

Min Yoongi, low and behold, comes walking in right behind the head of the Viper gang, along with a few more members of their force, without a scratch on his face.

So he isn’t an enemy of theirs?

Then just what is his relation to the snakes?

When he meets your eyes among Nari’s sudden silence and Junmyeon, her father, who looks as if he just walked into a scene his eyes weren’t meant to see, Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly at the state you’re in. Though he’s quick to mask that moment of weakness away before anyone else, aside from you, can notice.

He blinks, looks between you and Junmyeon, and you know you shouldn’t reveal anything about your relationship.

Not that you were going to.

“What are you doing?” Junmyeon, that old man, is quick to scold Nari though not without panic. “Quick! Release her!” He commands the nearby men and being that the head of their gang has given them the order, they know not to be in defiance no matter how much Nari begins to refute.

“Papa! You can’t do that!”

“Don’t you know who Y/N is now?” He rushes over to where you fall to the floor the instant the chains are loosened, but freezes when you hold a hand up, asking him not to touch you. He looks frantic, eyes scanning the area everywhere, and Nari doesn’t understand the reason behind his panic. “The Reapers are our allies! You can’t go around kidnapping and hurting just anyone, princess, especially not the new head.”

“Why does that matter?” She complains, her nose flared as she watches the way her father rushes to unlock the chains around your wrists himself. “Papa, you’ve always let me do everything I’ve wanted, why’re you stopping me now?”

She stomps over to where the two of you are, pushing her father aside and grabbing the chain that’s still on you, yanking it so that you’re forced to pull away from Junmyeon, the metal around your wrist digging further into your skin.

“Don’t you love me?!” She shouts, lower lip jutting out into a pout as she ignores her disgust for blood and all things dirty, sitting behind you and bringing her free arm around your neck, pulling you flushed against her chest. “Why do you always care so much about Y/N?”

What a child, still throwing tantrums when things aren’t going her way.

“Princess, I know you’re upset but please—”

His appeasement only makes her more upset. “I want her gone!”

“Get away from Y/N, please. She’s the Grim Reaper.”

“And?!” She tightens her hold around your neck. “She got that title handed down to her only because her father died! If her father hadn’t died, she’d still be living under his shadows. What makes you think she’s strong enough to go against others, much less me? She’d be nothing without her father’s men.”

What a foolish little girl.

You see the way Yoongi looks off to the side and the way dread and alarm contour Junmyeon’s face.

“Don’t you know why her father died?” Well, when speaking to the leaders of your father’s old allies, you did only exchanged words with the heads, not anyone else, so you guess you shouldn’t blame Nari too much for being left in the dark.

“He was murdered, why else?”

“By Y/N!”

By Y/N.

By you.

You feel Nari tense up in an instant, the grip she has on you frozen in place, and even though you can’t see it, you know her face must have quite the amusing expression plastered on now that the cat has finally gotten out of the bag.

“B-but…”

When her doubts kick in, ready to rebuttal her father’s words, Junmyeon continues speaking. “Bangtan saw her the day the former Reaper died, Yoongi can confirm it with his eyes.” Nari looks his way. “And a few weeks prior, Y/N met up with each leader of the Reapers’ allies and we, in turn, helped her plan her betrayal.”

What a day that was, seeing the expressions on the allies’ faces when you met up with them secretly without your father. They questioned what was going on, wondering why the Reaper’s daughter would ever seek out an audience with them without her father. You were always with your father when meetings were held after all, never alone, never away, and when you brought everything you had to the tables, threatening them with things beyond their abilities, they all eventually came to comply.

All you asked was for loyalty in return and loyalty in the mafia world is a code that must never be broken.

Not unless someone more powerful offers them something better than you can.

You forced them to break their loyalty to your father, you’re sure there may be others out there who can try and lead them astray from you, but at the moment, no one is more powerful than you.

The same goes for the Reapers.

You only decided to discard your father’s men rather than use them against him because you needed absolute loyalty. If they would be willing to betray your father for you, that meant they could betray you for someone else. And the Reapers in your hand are people you know would never betray you. You gave them the one thing no one in this world could, after all.

You saved them.

And they, in turn, gave you their life.

Your father’s allies all have the chance of stabbing you behind your back but that’s all the more reason you keep your Reapers beside you. With them, there are no loopholes, and no one will leave your eyes if one were to plot treason.

Though you never expected a certain spoiled brat would think to kidnap you, using a child to make you comply.

You admit that was smart on her part.

But now she’ll be facing the consequences of her action.

Junmyeon lowers his head before you, hands lying flat on the floor, bobbing his head up and down, forehead meeting the wooden tiles beneath him each time.

“I apologize, Y/N, please forgive me,” he begs.

“Papa, why’re you bowing to her?!” Nari still doesn’t understand.

“Nari!” So he calls her name for the first time, a rough, scolding tone in his voice as he levels her a glare. He’s never used her name before when addressing her. “Beg on your knees now or our gang will go down in history.” He returns to bowing again and again your way.

Smart man.

Yet Nari leaves your side to push her father from his repeated action, anger surging further for her father not listening to her and not being able to let things go the way she wants. “Stop it! Stop! Stop bowing to her! She’s nothing!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Nari.” Her head snaps back your way, glare now leveled your way as you find her eyes red, stinging with unshed tears.

“Shut up!” She shouts at you, her emotions getting the best of her as she marches your way once more to land a loud slap that echoes into the room.

The room falls frozen though Nari breathes hard through her teeth, still in denial she’s in a position beneath you, still not wanting to accept it. She refuses to.

And while everyone else around her has turned solid cold, you only let out a hysterical laugh that makes Yoongi look at you with concern, Junmyeon and his men’s expression fall with terror, all the while Nari seethes even more, her face now more red than it’s ever been.

She turns away, stomping when she leaves the room, only to return seconds later with a certain child in custody, her hand wrapped around his neck while the other points the tip of the gun on his temple.

“Stop laughing or I’ll kill him! I will do it!” She threatens in a loud shriek before the corner of her lips curls into a smirk that shakes unsteadily.

She’s frightened of the power you still have hidden up your sleeves, but she still wants things to go her way.

“I know you care for children, buttercup, you wouldn’t let me hurt him now would you?”

Speak for yourself.

Sunoo stands there against his will, and when you meet his eyes, he’s calling out to you. What happened to you, my lady? Why are you hurt? Despite the fear instilled in his eyes (because what sort of child wouldn’t be frightened of a gun pointed to their head), he still watches you with panic and worry. His eyes show anger, and for a second he scans the room, wanting to know just who it is that has caused you to look the way you do, but he returns to you as quickly as they had left.

In a state where he should be more worried about his own life, he puts you first.

That’s what makes him so strikingly similar to the Reapers.

“Nari-”

“And you!” She points her gun at the man who had spoken up, brows furrowed so deep her wrinkles are showing — a sight you know she hates more than anything. “Papa, why have you brought him back here! I thought you only cared for me so why would you bring brother back? He ran away on his own, you should have let him stay that way!”

Brother?

You quickly bring your attention to Yoongi, eyebrows raised, eyes widened, because of all the things you thought about Yoongi’s involvement with the Vipers, being Junmyeon’s son was never on the list.

Min Yoongi.

Min Nari.

Min Junmyeon.

Yoongi never told you he had a father who belonged to another gang, much less a sister. In all the times you spent with him, listening to his secrets and insecurities, he never mentioned any of this to you. And with the fact that he’s confirmed that Bangtan wouldn’t know to suspect the Vipers in his kidnapping, you’re sure he’s never told the boys either.

But why?

Now that you think about it, for all the years you’ve known the Viper gang, Junmyeon has never mentioned ever having a son, so…is Yoongi illegitimate or did he receive the same treatment you had?

Neglected and forsaken?

After all, for the longest time, no one knew your father had a daughter and that was all because he didn’t want anyone seeing just how incompetent his own daughter was. Only a few close allies knew of your existence, and after you grew strong, only then did he allow the world to know of you.

Though even then, you were still hidden from most of the world.

“I get it, I get it.” Junmyeon scrambles from the floors to where his daughter stands, hands out to try and appease his daughter. At the end of the day, he will always be a fool for his daughter. “I know you’re upset but hey, now that your brother’s back, you can play with him instead. I know you like having your way with Y/N but don’t you remember the times when you had fun with your brother?”

Fun.

Nari’s definition of fun is different from that of the average citizen, and when you look at Yoongi, he reacts with nothing but his eyes facing the floor, looking tired.

Yoongi. Min Yoongi, is not the type of person who likes torturing his prisoners. Not because he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty like Nari but because it disgusts him and he’d rather leave that to someone else. There are times he’ll stop the others from doing too much to the ones that’s done them wrong, times when he’ll leave the room and only return when the screams have died down.

Yoongi will never lay a hand on anyone unless someone has truly pissed him off, and it takes a lot to piss off Min Yoongi.

He doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t raise his hands even during times when it seems reasonable. He doesn’t get upset for himself but he’ll get upset for others, and even then it will take a lot on the other end to actually get him to do something.

You’ve seen Yoongi upset before, you know he’s capable of being the hard man Namjoon and the others are when they’re upset, but you’ve never seen him lose control to the point of wanting to punch someone until their death.

Min Yoongi doesn’t get angry.

And you think that perhaps he’s always been such a quiet man because the family he grew up with never cared to hear his voice.

Here is Junmyeon, his supposed father, trying his best to make his little princess happy, by using his own son as a way for her to take her anger out on.

In the end, every father in this world is messed up and the children are to pay for their actions.

Nari, messed in the head. Yoongi, letting them stomp on him.

“I don’t want Yoongi! I want Y/N!” Nari continues complaining like a child, stomping her feet and shaking the gun she has in her hand. “Papa, can’t you see? Ever since she walked into our life, my life has been a living hell!” What an exaggeration. If she really wants to see hell, you can show it to her. “She has the audacity to be prettier than me and laugh in my face! Papa, can’t you do something?”

“She’s the—”

“I don’t care!! Whatever Nari wants, Nari gets. Isn’t that what you’ve told me my whole life? So why are you stopping me from getting what I want now?”

“Because—”

“No one would know,” she says quickly. Quietly. “How would they know?” You raise a brow when she spares you a quick glance. “Her Reapers don't know of our relation, they wouldn’t know to suspect us. How many days have passed already, papa? Have you gotten any threats? And brother’s people don't know either because he’s good at keeping his mouth shut.” She looks between you and Yoongi, a smirk curling along her lips. This one is confident. This one is arrogant. “No one would know.”

“Princess…”

When Junmyeon continues arguing, she keeps going, trying to reel him in. “Papa, aren’t you ashamed to be worshiping the grounds of woman? I thought you were stronger than that, I thought you were more powerful. Now that I’ve gotten everything set up and no one knows to come for us, isn’t this the perfect opportunity to take back the power you had before the Reapers ever came into our life?”

What a cunning little girl, smarter than you expected.

She knows just what to say, knows what pushes her father’s buttons and what motivates him. It’s true that the Vipers have never been more powerful, much less on the same level, as the Reapers. Your father was a great emperor who ruled with strict guidance, leaving no room for discussion, and if he had to make his allies into his pawns and throw them out when they were no longer useful to him, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

The Vipers were just a gang he associated himself with to grow and they’ve been nothing but a pawn in his game of chess.

It’s true if they rid of you now, no one would suspect a thing and they would gain more power than they’ve ever had in their long line of reign. You’re powerful and strong and so is Yoongi, but with Nari using Sunoo against you, the two of you can’t think of escaping without the chances of Sunoo dying.

Junmyeon finally looks convinced when he glances your way, that impending smile on his face just waiting to come, and you lean your head back into the wall behind you, wanting to scoff at the situation.

Well. Looks like you can’t finish your revenge plan after all.

Only death awaits.

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btsrunmylife · 3 years ago

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In The Dog House (a one shot)

Word Count: 4,628

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Smut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x f!Reader

Summary: You truly, truly hate your neighbor. He’s loud, distracting, and he spoils your dog. What will happen when you finally confront him???

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (be safe, friends), dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering, slight degradation (maybe?), and hints of voyeurism if you squint.

Cross-posted to AO3.

It’s happening again.

You groan and roll off the couch, heading toward the backdoor of your little, rented townhouse. You push aside the curtain to peer out at the backyard, where you have a small fence set up for your Lhasa Apso Pomeranian mix to run around. At the moment, she’s yipping and hopping at the edge of the fence, tail wagging and body wiggling with all her might to get your neighbor’s attention.

Your neighbor.

Truly, your dog’s behavior is all his fault. Normally so quiet and well-behaved after years of training, Nari’s good manners fly out the window the second she sees him.

You wish you could say it’s because your dog is overly friendly, but while that’s true, it’s not the reason she gets so excited. No, that would be because of the bag of treats your neighbor keeps hidden on his back porch.

He doesn’t even own a dog.

Your eyes narrow when you see the man loping toward your yard, said bag of treats in hand. A part of you was touched the first few times he’d given your little angel a treat. You fully believe, as any pet owner would, that she deserves the world. However, this little thing has become a routine. One that has spoiled your little pup into thinking every stranger is going to poof a bag of treats out of thin air for her.

To be frank, it completely ruined her training, and her incessant barking every time she goes outside is grating on your nerves

So, you do the only logical thing there is -- you stare broodingly out the window every time he feeds them to her, hoping he can feel the hatred you have for him prickling at his skin.

Of course, that never happens. As powerful as you’d like to believe you are, you can’t shoot daggers out of your eyes or breathe fire out your nostrils.

And he certainly can’t read your mind.

If he could, he would have stopped giving your dog treats after the seventh time it’d happened.

He also probably would have been blushing profusely every time you imagined his handsome face between your thighs.

You wonder if he would act on it if he knew, but you banish the thought as it comes. He’s your neighbor. An annoying one at that.

You sigh in relief when he finally turns to leave -- but not before giving Nari a final scratch between the ears.

Your first mistake is opening the door to call for your dog before your neighbor’s safely in his house. The second is freezing when he turns around to smile at you and wave.

You don’t respond for a good few moments, continuing to stare even as Nari’s soft fur is brushing past your ankles on her way inside. When your neighbor’s eyebrows start to furrow in confusion, you clear your throat and lift a hand in greeting before adamantly slamming your door shut.

Like you said.

So annoying.

*~*~*

Annoying and stupid, that’s what your neighbor is.

A few days later, you open the back door to let Nari out and, suddenly, she’s going absolutely crazy. You peer outside, wondering what the hell has gotten into her, when you notice what’s got her so hyped up.

There’s a whole bag of treats in your sweet, little baby’s pen.

A whole bag.

Why?

Scowling, you stomp over to the far side of the fence, closest to your neighbor’s yard, and snatch the bag off the ground before Nari can successfully tear into it. You glare at the back door of his home, which is clearly dark and empty.

Of course, you know this is probably some sort of kind gesture, but seriously? Who throws an entire bag of treats into someone’s yard? Not only would it be catastrophic if Nari ate the entire thing in one go, but what if some sort of animal had gotten into the fence?

What if the smell attracted other dogs?

The possibilities are endless and you really can’t help but wonder what goes on in your neighbor’s ridiculously (and admittedly attractive) thick head.

And what did he think? That you couldn’t afford to buy your dog treats?

With Nari jumping at the bag in your arms, you stomp your way back into your house and slam the door behind you, adamant about giving your neighbor a piece of your mind the next time you see him.

This shit has got to stop.

*~*~*

It stops. The treat giving gloriously, gloriously stops.

The spoiling of your little baby, however, does not.

A few days later, when you walk outside to let your little Nari in, you spot not one, but six tennis balls of various sizes in her pen.

And, of course, she’s going right to town on one of them

It squeaks.

And when you let Nari inside, the ball she brings in with her and refuses to put down continues to squeak.

All. Night. Long.

You’re going to kill your neighbor.

You’ve, quite honestly, had enough! Why is he so hellbent on spoiling your dog anyway? If he loves dogs so much, he should get one of his own! Clearly he knows what they like!

Groaning after your very long, very sleepless night, you trudge over toward the coffee pot and get it going before letting Nari outside. Your eyes widen when you see your neighbor in his yard, doing some sort of yoga routine that he’s supremely bad at.

You quirk your head, eyes trained on his uncoordinated movements. His sense of balance isn’t terrible, but…yeah, that’s not how you do a downward dog…or a warrior pose. He’s very likely to hurt himself at this rate.

You’re still staring when Nari spots him, yipping and bouncing excitedly at the edge of the fence. A broad grin spreads across your neighbor’s lips, his sharp laugh bursting into the quiet morning. He rights himself, pulling himself out of whatever pose he’d been trying to do, and stretches his back while waving at the small dog.

“Good morning! How’s my princess doing?”

Wait, did you just hear him right?

His princess?

Nari is most certainly not his anything.

She’s yours, and you’re seconds away from opening your mouth to tell him so when his attention drifts to you in the doorway. It’s not until his eyes are traveling over you that you remember you haven’t quite…well, gotten dressed yet.

You clear your throat and tug at the long sweater you’re wearing, pulling it further down your thighs in a meager attempt to hide the fact you’re only in your underwear.

Damn it. You haven’t even had your coffee yet. It’s too early and you’re too tired for this.

His gaze moves back to your face and you could swear his ears redden when his eyes meet yours. He grins. “Good morning, neighbor!”

So, your dog is his princess and you’re just…neighbor. You see how it is. Favoritism at its finest.

Not that you can blame him. One look into Nari’s perfectly round eyes and your heart melts too.

So, maybe you shouldn’t be too hard on him for spoiling her.

No, wait! You lost sleep because of him! You should be hard on him!

As your eyes move over the baggy, white t-shirt falling down around his tightly fitting athletic pants, you start to wish he’d be a little hard on you instead.

Yeah, you need more sleep.

“Morning,” you squeak, cringing at the way your voice sounds after uttering your first words of the day. Too frustrated by Nari’s incessant noise throughout the night, you hadn’t even praised her for being the cutest dog in the world this morning

Safe to say, your silent treatment went completely unnoticed by Nari. Typical.

“Rough night?” he questions with a lift of his eyebrow

You narrow your eyes at him, wondering if he knows just how rough it was…and wondering if he’d like to help make tonight a little rougher.

Good god, your mind is horrible in the mornings.

“Yeah, seems like Nari got a hold of some new toys yesterday,” you say bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. Doing this results in the bottom of the sweatshirt inching up your thighs, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your neighbor.

He huffs out a breathless, guilt-ridden laugh and scratches at the back of his neck. “Oh? Wonder where she could’ve gotten them?”

You roll your eyes, really wishing you remembered his name. “Look, neighbor—“

“Seokjin.”

You stop short at the interruption, eyebrows pinching. “What?”

“My name’s Seokjin,” he clarifies with a small, friendly smile.

You see what he’s doing, trying to ease the tension, and of course it’s working because the asshole knows how handsome his stupid face is when he smiles.

“I didn’t ask,” you grumble, but it doesn’t carry any heat because it’s actually good to know.

Seokjin’s grin widens. “No, but I figured you forgot since we first met.”

He then rattles off your name as if he could never forget, which makes you feel great, obviously.

Your smile is thin when you say, “Right.”

He reaches into the pocket of his athletic pants and your eyes can’t help but follow the movements, watching as he pulls out a single treat to hand over to your little baby.

You frown. She hasn’t even had her breakfast yet.

“Can I ask you something?” you question when he’s scratching your pup’s ears. He glances up at you and nods for you to go ahead. You eye Nari as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, eyes blinking happily at the handsome man who's lavishing her with attention.

Bitch.

“Why don’t you have a dog of your own?” you voice the question that’s been at the forefront of your mind since the very first time he’d given your dog a treat. At first, you’d thought he was just being neighborly, now you know it’s more than that.

A soft smile curls the corners of his lips and he looks at Nari affectionately.

“They’re a lot of work, aren’t they?” He shrugs. “I don’t have much time for one.”

And, yet, he has plenty of time to spoil yours...

You hum, heart softening just a little at the sight of Nari softly lapping his hand.

Seokjin’s fond smile widens as he wiggles his fingers, cooing at her. “And who could ever compete with this little angel, hmm?”

You would hope that you could compete…….and now you feel ridiculous because you’re starting to feel jealous of a dog.

Your sweet, little, angelic and beautiful dog, but still.

“Sometimes I have to wonder though,” Seokjin begins, peeking up at you from beneath his lashes. He chuckles a little. “Do you even feed her? She’s always so excited.”

Yeah, nope, this is no longer cute. How dare he!

“You’re feeding her treats!” you explode, throwing your hands up in the air. “Of course she’s going to be excited! Dogs are known for being food motivated!”

He raises his eyebrows at your outburst, hand slowly withdrawing from Nari’s head as you continue.

“And furthermore, every time you feed her one of your treats, she never eats her food! I give it to her and she just looks at it because you’re spoiling her meals! So, yes, I feed her, but no, most of the time she hasn’t eaten yet so she’s overly excited for you to feed her something that’s in no way nutritious at all! It’s completely throwing off her routine!”

Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line, eyes creasing in silent laughter that eventually bubbles over, pouring from his lips in squeaks. “You’ve been holding that in for a while, haven’t you?”

Heat floods the apples of your cheek and you try not to appear too put-off by his observation. Clearly, you’re not subtle at all. You huff, crossing your arms tightly over your chest and averting your gaze. You’re not even sure how to respond to that or what to say after your outburst. You feel a little silly for losing your composure, honestly.

Sobering slightly, Seokjin chuckles. “You could’ve asked me to stop, you know?”

Yeah, that probably would have made more sense than glaring from your back window. More heat floods your cheeks and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at yourself. How many times have you, yourself, said that communication goes a long way?

You glance at Nari, who’s settled down on the grass with her head on her paws, looking between the two of you like she’s watching some kind of show.

Yeah, must be so amusing to watch your owner make an idiot out of herself like this.

“But Nari loves you,” you sigh, rubbing your arm a little sheepishly.

“Yeah, she does.” He says it like it’s obvious, like everyone should love him, and you scoff.

“Bribery,” you grumble.

He throws his head back in a laugh, crinkled eyes sparkling as they move over you. “And is there any way to bribe her owner?”

Your eyes widen, all the thoughts you’ve had of his mouth coming to mind, and you don’t even realize your hands have moved to tug at the bottom of your sweater until his eyes shift to follow the movement.

His eyes darken, plump lips curving into a smirk that you would gladly drool over if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. “I interrupted your morning...have you had coffee yet?”

You take a step back, glancing over your shoulder into the kitchen, where the freshly brewed pot of coffee sits. You quirk an eyebrow. “I just...made a pot, actually?”

His lips twitch. “And has Nari had her breakfast yet?”

Your other eyebrow rises and you can’t help but wonder where this is going. “Not yet…”

He grips the top of the fence. “Should we change that then?”

A surprised laugh slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Are you inviting yourself into my home?”

He blinks a couple of times. “Maybe...am I being too forward?”

In your opinion, he’s not being forward enough. You whistle for Nari to come in and she jumps up instantly, skittering into the house. You shrug. “Since you’re the one that’s ruining her meals, it’s only fair that you’re the one that tries to make her eat.”

His smirk spreads into a wide grin and he eyes the ground in front of him before hopping the fence. You’re tempted to tell him about the gate you installed, but bite your lip, a little impressed he managed to make it over the fence without issue.

He’s taller than you’re expecting and your eyes widen a little as he climbs the steps, his smile a little smug as he motions toward the door. “After you, neighbor.”

Neighbor. So, you’re back to this again.

You roll your eyes and turn around, leading him into your home before you can overthink it.

*~*~*

Of course, your dog loves to make you look like a fool. She wiggles excitedly as Seokjin pours her dry food into her bowl, sitting back on her haunches and raising her front paws in a beg when he moves to set it on the floor. She eats so quickly, you’d think she’d never eaten before.

You want to wipe the smug smirk off Seokjin’s lips when he turns to you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You set your jaw and pour coffee into two mugs before offering one to him, motioning toward the cream and sugar for him to do as he pleases. He follows you to the table, a little too closely, and your breath catches in your throat when he trips and catches himself with a hand to your waist.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, but doesn’t bother to remove his hand. Instead, he steps a bit closer, a pleasant warmth settling against your back. You swallow, fingers fiddling with the bottom of your oversized sweater. “Nari must have been starving.”

Your eyes flutter as he shifts behind you and you struggle to turn your attention to your dog’s empty bowl. She’s a traitor, but you’re kind of grateful for it at the moment, especially as Seokjin’s grip tightens around your waist.

“I’m kind of hungry too,” he murmurs, and you vaguely hear him set down his mug before he’s moving your hair from over your shoulder. His lips don’t touch you, not the way you’re craving, but he does nuzzle into your neck, hands following the curve of your waist, down to your thighs. You press back against him at the feel of his palms against your bare skin and you feel him smile against your shoulder.

“You didn’t even bother to get dressed before ogling me this morning,” he teases, fingertips flirting over the inside of your thighs, prying your legs further apart. You feel deliciously exposed in a way that leaves you breathless, your anticipation making your hands shake. You let out a sigh when he presses himself against you, feeling his hardening length against your backside. He chuckles at the way you gasp when he subtly rolls his hips, highly aware of how needy you are. “You think I don’t notice you watching me.”

His lips finally settle over your pulse-point, teeth gently grazing and nipping at your skin. “You think I don’t know how flustered I make you, how crazy I drive you when I pay more attention to Nari than you.”

Your entire body flushes, wishing you could take back all the things you’d thought and the feelings you’d felt just this morning. Especially now that you’re so sure he’d been doing it on purpose.

He laughs lightly, squeezing your thighs. “You’re jealous of a dog, but I definitely wouldn’t be doing this--” He inches a hand higher, pinching the sensitive flesh of your thigh and making you jolt in his arms. “--to your dog.”

Yeah, that’s...a very good thing?

You manage a small, strained laugh that turns into a gasp as he spins the two of you around. You’re quick to slam your coffee down on the kitchen counter, just before he’s bending you over it. He grinds himself against your clothed core, but doesn’t let you relish in the feeling for long before he’s sinking to his knees. He plants wet, open-mouthed kisses to the back of your thighs, enjoying the way you squirm at how close he is to where you want him. To where you need him.

“Fuck,” you pant, and a saccharin chuckle slips past his lips.

His fingers flirt over the material of your underwear, dipping a finger in to swipe over your core. He hums. “So wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

He nips at your skin, shocking you. “I bet you were imagining me between your legs this morning, weren’t you? Is that why you couldn’t look me in the eyes when I said good morning?”

Well, technically, you were fully imagining his cock, not his mouth, but…

You yelp when he suddenly moves your underwear aside, moaning at the sight of you. The pad of his finger grazes you, swiping between your folds, up to your clit and back again. “Look at you.”

God, his voice sounds wrecked already. He sounds like a man starved, like a man ready to devour you. And fuck, you want him to.

“Please,” you whimper, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get more of his fingers.

He chuckles, running his teeth along the curve of your ass. “Tell me, what have you been imagining? My fingers or my mouth?”

That’s honestly such a hard choice to make. While his lips are divine and you’ve been wondering what he could do with his head buried between your thighs, you’ve also had various fantasies about his long, slender fingers. You know he could destroy you with either and you’d be more than happy to take whatever he gives you.

He sinks his teeth into you and you jolt forward with a yelp. Panting, you mutter, “Both! Either! Please!”

“So greedy,” he laughs, but presses a kiss to your backside as his fingers find your clit. He smirks when you spread your legs wider for him and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he moans at the taste of you on his tongue. “God, you taste fucking delicious.”

You rock back against his face, desperate to feel more of his tongue. He doesn’t disappoint, prying your folds apart and pressing into you, adding a finger for good measure. He hums, the sound coming out as a growl, as he starts to finger you and suck on your clit.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So good for me. So accepting of my fingers and my tongue.”

He sucks and slurps at you like a man eating his last meal, hands moving to grip your hips as you start to tremble and thrash against him.

“That’s right,” he growls, brushing his teeth against your clit. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I wanna taste more of you.”

He sucks harshly at your clit, fingers sinking deep into your cunt as you start to tighten and then pulse around him. He’s quick to remove himself from your clit, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he slurps at your juices.

“So fucking good,” he groans, pulling you back against his face until he can barely breathe. He licks you clean, sucking at you until you’re a trembling mess in his hands and whimpering in overstimulation.

When he finally pulls away from you, it’s with a self-satisfied smirk that looks far too vulgar and far too sexy with your arousal dripping from his chin. You don’t care though, quickly pulling him to his feet and mashing your mouth to his. You taste yourself on his lips and the two of you moan, tongues tangling as you quickly hook your legs around him.

He catches you easily, setting you on the countertop and reaching for the waistband of his pants. You wiggle out of your underwear, letting them drop to the floor as he drops his pants, boxer briefs following along.

You glance down between you to get a good look at him, hand moving at its own accord and wrapping around him in a few quick pumps. He moans under the touch of your fingers, gripping your hips and pulling you toward the edge of the countertop.

“I don’t have a condom,” he groans, burying his face in your neck as you squeeze him. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You snort, quirking an eyebrow at him. “You were so confident that I’d been fantasizing about you, but didn’t think I’d actually let you fuck me?”

He grunts, teeth scraping along your neck. “I mean...a guy can hope.”

You sigh, dropping your hand away in favor of wrapping your legs around his ass to pull him toward you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders with a smirk. “It’s a good thing I’m on the pill then...and clean.”

His eyes widen, lush lips parting. “I’m clean too...you’d really let me fuck you raw?”

You bite your lip and nod, causing him to tip his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he praises, taking himself in his hand and lining himself up. He lets the tip nudge against your folds, dragging it up to your clit and back down again. He glances up at you as you bite your lip. “You sure?”

Your grip around him tightens and you pull him closer. “Yes! Please, fuck me!”

His cocky smirk melts away as he sinks into you, slipping in easily with how wet you are. He holds himself there for a moment, adjusting to the warmth of you wrapped around him. Your walls flutter, still sensitive from the way he’d fucked you with his fingers moments before, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You feel so good,” he groans, slowly pulling out to slowly push back in. The movement feels good -- so blissfully good -- but it’s not enough. It’s not what you’re craving.

You fingers sink into his shoulders and your legs tighten around him. “Harder.”

“Harder?” he questions, smirk evident in his voice, and you’re immediately regretting your words as he pulls out just as slow, only to snap his hips forward. He carries on this way, at the same agonizingly slow, but deep, pace and you can feel your nerves starting to light on fire. Your entire body feels warm, blood pumping eagerly through your veins as he scrapes against your walls.

“Faster,” you plead, wishing he’d just fuck you hard and dirty the way you’d always imagined.

“Hmm,” he hums, kissing up the length of your neck until he reaches your ear. He nips and teases at your skin. “You sure? This won’t last long, not with you so wet and tight around my cock. You really that eager for me to cum inside you, neighbor? Really want me to fill you up?”

His words have you whimpering, hips rolling desperately against his in an attempt to speed things up.

He chuckles, hands squeezing around your hips to slow you down. “I should’ve known you’d be this desperate after watching me for months. I bet you’ve imagined cumming around my cock, huh? Probably fucked yourself with your fingers and wished it was me.”

You cry out when his fingers pinch your clit.

“You want to cum?” he taunts, and you nod your head quickly, clinging to him for all your worth as he finally, finally picks up the pace.

“Then cum,” he huffs, fingertips digging into your waist as he barrels into you, plucking at the coil wound so tightly within you that you’re crying out and panting against his neck.

“Seokjin!” you yelp, finally able to move your hips and help set the pace.

He’s breathing heavily along with you, sweat dripping from the strands of his hair, as he nods. “Cum for me, princess.”

As if attached to some wire, you do exactly as you’re told, orgasm crashing through you like a wave and leaving your body trembling against him. You’re whimpering and sighing and moaning out his name as your walls squeeze around him, milking him of every last drop as his orgasm quickly follows.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, fingers moving quickly over your clit to prolong your orgasm and leave you a trembling, sweating mess. He keeps going until he’s spent, until you’re whimpering out small tears. He stills, slowly pulling out of you as he kisses your tears away, pulling you in for a passionate, all-consuming kiss that leaves you panting against his mouth.

He brushes your sweat-slicked hair from your forehead and offers a small smile, eyes soft and a little sleepy. “You did so well.”

You manage a wobbly smile, still a little dazed, and turn your head to kiss the palm resting against your cheek. “You didn’t do so bad yourself.”

He laughs, that high-pitched sound that you’re slowly growing fond of. “We should clean up and then think about having a real breakfast…if you want to, that is.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him chastely on the lips because you really can’t resist. You let out a contented sigh. “I’d like that.”

He grins. “Yeah?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I guess I should get to know the man Nari has fallen so hard for.”

His eyes narrow playfully. “Mm, yeah, and maybe I can find a few ways to get her owner to fall for me too.”

You snort, knocking his hands away and jumping down from the counter with a slight wince. “Yeah, maybe.”

Because, yeah, it’s entirely likely.

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