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borathae · 24 days ago

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↳ Index [Day 15 - Incubus Sex]

Pairing: Dom!Yoongi x sub f.Reader x sub!Taehyung

Genre: Incubus!Yoongi, Best Friends to Lovers!Tae x OC, Supernatural!AU

Kinks: sex in a secluded winter cabin, summoning of a sex demon, Yoongi is a lot taller and beefier than them, he also has four arms <3, and he has a split tongue and demon fangs and horns and he’s hot, god I’m such a monster fucker hahaha, dirty talk, praise, good girl & good boy kink, examination play, breast play, nipple massages, cunnilingus, rimjob, thigh riding, guided male masturbation, handjob, anal fingering, male self fuck (Tae stuffs his own ass with his own balls), he also has to jerk off in front of her while she rides Yoongi’s thigh, leather kink, pussy rubbing, multiple orgasms, magical demon spit that makes them hornier, male anal sex, magical cocks (Yoongi can shapeshift his cock), he shapeshifts it to an anal toy and fucks Tae with it while Tae has to eat her out, then later they share Yoongi, she rides his face & he gets bounced on his cock, pissing from cumming too hard, tears & screams of pleasure, aftercare

Wordcount: 10.8k

a/n: all you had to do was mention the summoning of sex demon yoongi and i knew that i had to write this fadsnfan you also wanted best friends to lovers with Tae & OC sooooo this story is filled with tension and flirting and bruh unhinged sex fsdfna have fun you little whores 🖤 ps: yoongs looks way too innocent in the header bahaha

“Do you think this is a good idea? I watched horror movies which started like this”, you told your best friend two months ago when he came running to you with the idea of going on a winter holiday together.

“Horror movies aren’t real life. It’s going to be great”, he answered and the plan was set.

You look around the place, breath coming out as white fog and nose chilly from the air. It has been snowing the entire car ride, but stopped five minutes ago. The snow sits under your feet and atop the roof of the wooden cabin. The trees carry a thick blanket as well, smaller branches bending under the weight.

The snow scrunches beside you, a deep exhale of a human follows. You turn your head, laying eyes on Taehyung’s flushed face. He is carrying both your bags, grinning from ear to ear.

“You still think this is a good idea?”

“Positivity ___, this is the best idea.”

“We stopped having signal around five kilometres back.”

“Let’s just see it as our own little digital detox.” He shoulders the bags. “Besides, this cabin has a landline.”

He walks up the three steps. You follow close behind, looking at your own feet in order not to slip and die.

“Yeah, until a serial killer decides to cut the line and murder us with an axe. I saw the movies, Tae.”

“Hush, no more talk about serial killers. This is a good idea.”

“Until it’s not.”

Taehyung turns. You collide with him, hands on his chest and lips dangerously close to touching his’. You inhale sharply, heart tightening in your chest. He is your best friend, but man, the way you feel for him would say otherwise. But that isn’t important right now. Your current situation is. You but a breath away from accidentally kissing him and him looking down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Stop being such a nagging party pooper. This is a good idea.”

You watched his lips move as he talked. They are still moving. You don’t know what he is saying.

“___?”

“Huh?” you rip out of your trance, looking into his eyes.

He cocks his brow up at you.

“Can you unlock the door before we freeze out here?”

“Oh, uh, yeah sure”, you mumble, taking out the keys you got at the camp reception to unlock the cabin. You try to regulate your pulse while you do it, hoping that Taehyung can’t see your fingers tremble just a little. Your worries are for naught because Taehyung has his back turned to you, taking in the view.

The camp you currently find yourselves in consists of ten wooden cabins sprawled around a large lake and nestled into a valley between mountains and thick forests. If one wishes to do so, one can go ice skating on the lake or wander through the snowy woods. The mountains offer various skiing slopes and opportunities to go sledding. It was Taehyung’s idea to go on a best friend holiday together because the colder months have been stressful at both your jobs. The idea itself was amazing – not only because you could selfishly pretend that this holiday was romantic – if it wasn’t for the camp’s reputation of being as close to nature as possible. The cabin had electricity and warm water, but no internet or access to civilisation. Granted, there was the reception cabin with its restaurant, but it is five kilometres away from you behind a wall of thick forest and only reachable by a rocky road. If it wasn’t for Taehyung’s 4-wheel-drive jeep and his trusty snow chains, you most definitely would have gotten stuck already.

Taehyung called staying at this camp the perfect opportunity to forget capitalism and what it does to your nerves, you still call it a bad idea which will end in serial killer attacks.

The cabin is still chilly when you enter because there was no electrical heating installed, just one fireplace.

“I’m freezing my ass off”, you whine, rubbing your own arms to create warmth.

“Carry the bags to our rooms. I’m getting firewood from outside”, Taehyung says and disappears through the door.

It doesn’t take him long to return to you standing in the living room with a face of horror carved deeply into your features.

“What happened? Did you see a serial killer?” he jokes, carrying big logs of wood in his arms.

“So we might have a problem and don’t lose your shit, okay?”

“Okay?”

He squats down in front of the fireplace, stacking the wood neatly.

“There is only one bed.”

He stops in his movements for a moment. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction. The movements continue.

“I know.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach before a million butterflies lift it again.

“What do you mean you know?”

“I booked the cabin, didn’t I?”

“Yeah well, but…huh? You knew?”

“Sure I did.” He uses his lighter to start the fire, bending down to blow into the small flame until it grows and starts gnawing on the first log. He stretches out his hands, rubbing them together to warm them.

When you stay silent, he stands up and turns.

“Why? Is this a problem? We shared a bed before.”

“Yeah, when we were teens at summer camp with my mom. That’s so different.”

“I don’t think it is.”

“Yeah it is”, you throw back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

You have a weird way of hiding your massive crush on him. Whenever there is the slightest hint of blurring the lines, you pretend to be annoyed by the situation. It is childish, you are aware of it, but you also want to minimise damage as much as possible. If Taehyung would be the first to snuff out the delusions, it would ruin you. So you make sure to always kill whatever spark might form between you and him. This technique has helped you survive with your stupid feelings for him for more than eight years now.

You were twenty when you realised that the fondness you had for him was way more than just the fondness for a friend. You were twenty one when you realised that said fondness will never be reciprocated when he got a girlfriend and proceeded to date her for five years. Granted, you dated someone as well for three years of that, but your feelings for him never went away. You were twenty six when he broke up with his girlfriend and you started to have hopes again. You were barely twenty seven when you decided to keep your feelings to yourself and only stay his best friend, you were too scared to ruin what you had.

You are twenty eight now and your feelings for him are as strong as they could ever be and pretending that blurring the lines annoys you gets harder and harder by the day. But you have to. What if you are only imagining it? What if he doesn’t feel the same?

Taehyung scrunches his brows at your reaction, crossing his arms in front of his chest as well.

“I didn’t think that the bed would be such a bother to you. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll sleep on the couch”, he says and pouts.

Now That you don’t want.

“No, it’s just…I packed my ugliest PJs, it’s embarrassing.”

He scoffs, features softening.

“You’re so weird. As if I ever cared about the state of your sleepwear. Do you wanna start with dinner?”

You take a deep breath. The situation is saved. You made sure the lines stopped blurring and he wouldn’t be angry at you.

“Sure. I’m so down for ramen tonight.”

“Nice, me too. We could go searching for herbs in the forest. To elevate the taste.”

“No, you stay here. The last time you tried to cook with herbs from the forest, you had the shits for three days.”

“How could I forget? My asshole was so raw afterwards. I swear I thought that I shat out my insides at one point.”

“Nice. Thanks for that image”, you say sarcastically.

Taehyung laughs. You join him a second later, exchanging a sneaky glance with him. He is so beautiful without even trying. If only your morals were a little more twisted, you would kiss his stupid smile away. Taehyung breaks the eye contact, rolling his lower lip between his teeth as he gets on his tiptoes to get a pot from the upper cupboard. Are your eyes deceiving you or did he gulp after he ended the eye contact?

No, don’t be ridiculous. You shake your feelings away and busy yourself with unloading the groceries you got for the week.

The next town was twelve kilometres away. You drove through it on your way to the camp. It consisted of one main road and straight lines of side roads. It had no town centre and every important shop was located along the main road. The townsfolk looked at you with grim eyes and tight lips as you rolled pass them. The clerk in the supermarket barely wanted to greet you, let alone wish you a safe journey. You called the town proof for serial killers while Taehyung called you ridiculous. You were joking of course, but it was fun to tease him a little. You liked when he threw back a witty remark.

You eat the ramen in front of the fire, sitting on a few cushions on the floor and with blankets draped over your shoulders. It is very warm and cozy and your initial distaste for the remote location was gone.

“It’s so quiet out here”, you say.

“Yeah, right?”

You and Taehyung have finished dinner by now, you have already washed the dishes and are now warming your feet by the fire, sitting next to each other. Your arms are almost touching.

Taehyung rolls his head back and closes his eyes. You study him. The fire shines onto his neck, you are so close that you can see his skin texture. You are so insane, but you swear that your tongue knows exactly how it would feel like to lick him there. He inhales deeply and exhales through his nose.

“I really needed this. Work’s been dragging me down.”

You break your eyes away from his neck, staring at the flames instead. You are such a dirty woman.

“I get you. I’m so glad that I announced my break months ago and I could say a big fat goodbye to the projects coming in this week.”

Taehyung chuckles, “so much for team comradery.”

“Yah”, you slap his stomach gently, “you know exactly how shitty Yunjin and Mina are when it comes to being good colleagues. At least the team knew that I would be gone two months prior unlike them who announce it a week prior.”

“I know, I was just teasing you. You’re cute when you whine.”

“Sorry?”

He smiles languidly and peels one eye open to look at you.

“Nothing”, he says and closes his eye again.

You gulp, tugging at the collar of your jumper. Your face is burning hotter than the fire. You swear that you actually felt your ovaries throb at his words. You are so shocked that you have no chance to pretend to be annoyed by the blurring of lines before Taehyung already talks again.

“Thinking about all the work I left behind is glorious, you’re right. God, I can’t wait to come back to work and have it all be done by the others.”

“Why are you allowed to be a shitty colleague, but I’m not?”

“You can be a shitty colleague, I fully support that. I don’t know why you’re still staying at this shit place anyway.”

“Because it’s hard finding something new. God, do we need to discuss this right now? I’ve already been stressing about my situation enough.”

“No of course not. Sorry” He rolls his head to the front and looks at you. “No more work talk. This week is supposed to be our detox. No phones, no internet, no work. Just you and I in this little cabin in the woods where nobody can hear us.”

“If you weren’t the person closest to me, this sentence would have sounded creepy as fuck.”

He chuckles, eyes glimmering in the shine of the fire. You grin, leaning in to nudge him with your arm.

“What should we do though? Now that nobody can hear us?”

His eyes flit to your lips. You saw it clearly. Your chest tightens, your airways close up. He runs his teeth over his lower lip then whispers his words.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

His eyes flit up, connecting with yours with such intensity that your vision blurs a little. Holy shit.

“You’re being fucking creepy. Stop messing with me”, you hiss in faux annoyance, pushing at his chest.

“What did I do?” he asks.

“You’re acting like a serial killer, it’s weird”, you lie, stumbling to your feet, “I’m taking a shower.”

“What if I follow you like in Bate’s Motel? You know, stabby-stabby with my huge knife into your bare back.”

Holy shit.

“Then I’m grabbing you by the balls and dragging your ass outside to sleep in the snow.”

He laughs and then you close the door to the bathroom.

Holy. Shit.

Things changed in the living room when you come back. Taehyung pushed the couch further away from the fire and made a circle with candles.

“What the hell are you up to now?”

He looks over his shoulder, scanning his eyes over your body.

“Cute PJs, I don’t know why you think they’re ugly.”

“The edges are frayed and I have a hole in my thigh part.”

“You can’t even see that. Come, sit next to me.”

You do so cross-legged.

“What are you doing? For real.”

“I’m making a summoning circle.”

“I’m sorry?”

He points at the book in front of him.

“Wait. You got the book? I mentioned it as a joke, you know?”

“Yeah, I got the book. Isn’t it cool? I followed the instructions just as described. We can finally talk to ghosts.”

One must know that you and Taehyung have an unhealthy obsession with the supernatural. If there is a new ghost hunting show, rest assured that you are watching it together. If there is a new book about the supernatural, rest assured that one of you will get a copy. One time you tried to go ghost hunting yourselves, but had to give up because you both got scared with the first sound and ran back to your car. The supernatural doesn’t scare you, only real humans do. Taehyung always says that bad ghosts are only bad ghosts because they were wronged by humans, which is another proof that the real evil are humans.

“Are you serious? Here?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“It’s our first night here. What if we summon an evil ghost?”

“Then we befriend them and help them find what they need.”

“You’re a dreamer if you think evil ghosts wanna be our friends.”

He pouts. He is so adorable that you give up with a chuckle.

“Fine, we can befriend evil ghosts, but if we can’t? We still have a week to go and I don’t wanna spend it fighting some evil entity.”

“No, but this spell is safe. Look, they call it the summoning of a helper. We can talk to a nice ghost.”

You read the page carefully. Taehyung was right. The spell sounded safe and besides, you were never successful in your endeavours. Of course you were a believer, but you were also a realist. Things like summoning ghosts or talking to them isn’t real. Taehyung seems so smitten by the idea however that you can’t say no to him.

“Fine, let’s do it.”

“Yay! I’m so happy!” he exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

“What do we have to do?”

“Hold hands and then say this sentence five times. Oh great helper we summon thee.”

“Sounds easy.” You intertwine hands with him. “Let’s do it.”

You and he hold hands and begin chanting. You keep holding hands after the chanting, staring at the candle circle. Nothing happens. You already expected it, but Taehyung seems devastated.

“Why is nothing happening?”

“Maybe we didn’t do it right.”

“Right. Let’s do it again.

“Tae no, I don’t-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, beginning to chant a second time. You give up with a sigh and join him. As expected, nothing happens.

“I don’t get it. Something should happen”, he murmurs, flipping through the book.

“Well, we tried. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to happen.”

“No, let’s try it one more time please.”

“Tae, I don’t think-”

Yet again you aren’t allowed to finish your sentence, except that it wasn’t Taehyung who interrupted you this time around. The fireplace and the candles roar up in bright flames and heat. A blinding flash of light for just a second then the room is normal again. Except for the man sitting on a chair in the middle of the candle circle. He has a cup of tea against his lips, looking surprised as if he was dragged from where he was before.

You and Taehyung scream instantly, jumping to your feet and clutching each other.

The man screams back at you, but he does it mockingly.

“Aaah! I get it, I get it. Why are we screaming?” he calls over your voices.

“What the fuck just happened?!”

“Tae what did we do?!”

You and he turn to each other, holding hands.

“What the fuck?!” you yell at each other.

“Yeah, what the fuck?” the man agrees then snaps into his fingers, “are you done now? Cause I have a lot to say.”

You and Taehyung turn to him. He looks human except for his golden eyes and black horns. His hair is just as dark and his sculpted, big body is wrapped in black leather clothes and a black cape. He is wearing leather gloves and boots.

“You have no manners, going about summoning me and screaming at my face. Who do you think me to be?” the man? Ghost? Demon? scolds, wagging his finger.

“What, what, who are you?” Taehyung stutters, clutching your hands tightly.

“What, what, wha-”, he mocks him in a high pitched voice and then continues with sass, “I don’t know, you tell me. You were the ones who summoned me in the middle of my morning tea, you rude brats”, the stranger spits and lifts his cup, “do you think I’m available twenty four seven? Of course not, I have my working hours as well.”

“___ can you understand him too?” Taehyung whispers to you.

“Yeah, I can”, you whisper back.

“Well duh. Last time I checked, I can speak whatever language you mortals speak. Tch, you are more ill mannered than I thought you to be, fucking brats.”

You and Taehyung exchange a look. It is Taehyung who steps closer to the stranger, keeping you safe behind him.

“Be welcome oh good ghost. What can we call thee? How may we help thee cross into the afterlife?”

The stranger studies Taehyung’s features and bursts out a laughter with such enthusiasm that Taehyung’s hair moves from his breath. He should be disgusted by it, but something about the scent in his breath makes Taehyung feel dizzy and almost drawn to the stranger.

“Me a ghost? You amuse me, mortal. My name is Salaryoongilzus from and to Melzons, First of his Name and Devourer of Souls, but you can call me Yoongi for short.” He bows. “At your service.”

You step next to Taehyung.

“And what are you?”

“Guess.”

You pick up the book from the floor. Taehyung presses his head against yours as he reads the page with you.

“Taehyung”, you gasp and point at a small writing which suddenly appeared at the bottom of the page. “Demon. We summoned a demon.”

“A helper demon?”

“Look. A sex helper demon.”

Your heads snap up simultaneously, eyes widened and lips parted.

The demon Yoongi tips his imaginary hat, carrying a sly smirk on his lips.

“We summoned a succubus? How did that happen?”

The smirk drops from his lips. He points his finger at Taehyung.

“Rude brat, I’m an incubus. Succubus is for female sex demons, I’m an incubus, a male sex demon. Get your terminology straight.”

“An incubus?”

“Do I look like I have tits and a cunt to you?”

Taehyung studies him.

“Obviously I don’t. Go look at your girlfriend if you aren’t sure how such body parts look like.”

“No she isn’t my girlfriend.” “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Yoongi, the incubus, blurts out laughter again, pointing his finger between you and Taehyung.

“Now this is interesting. You aren’t dating and yet you have so much sexual energy between you, it is as if you have been fucking for years.”

You and Taehyung exchange an awkward yet tension filled look. Somehow the room got hotter.

“Oh? Ohoho, this is really interesting.” Yoongi says and sits down on his chair. He crosses his legs and sips on his tea. “So you two are friends?”

“Best friends.”

“Best friends and you had feelings for each for how many years?”

It gets more and more difficult to exchange a look with Taehyung. It feels like your heart is beating out of your chest, beating even harder when you see how red his cheeks have become.

“You didn’t know?! Hah!” Yoongi slaps his own knee as he laughs, stomping his feet excitedly. “This is great. Best friends who have been pretending as if blurring the lines was a normal thing to do between friends. Tell me how many times have you jerked off to each other’s image?”

“Excuse me?” “I wouldn’t dare!”

Yoongi smirks knowingly. He takes a calm sip of his tea.

“Fine”, he says and stands up. “You convinced me to stay. Cases like yours are too nourishing to miss out on. Couples, you see, have weak sexual energies to feast on. Only a few are delicious after years together, but most produce bitter energies. They tired each other out and summon me for help in fixing their sex life and I have to make do with what shitty energies they still have left. But best friends? Best friends who have been dreaming of fucking each other for years? Now that is the kind of energy I fucking love”, he says and licks over his lips. His tongue is split like that of a snake and behind his pouty lips, a set of fangs is glimmering in the lights.

“But…” you begin and look at Taehyung. He can’t look at you, breathing heavier than he normally does. You are panting as well, but know that whatever is happening to you and him is the influence of the sex demon. You wave your hands at him as if he was an insect you tried to swat away. “Shoo, go away.”

He chuckles, “adorable.”

“We don’t need your help. Shoo.”

“Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t have summoned me.”

“Well, it was an accident.”

“Nope, it wasn’t.”

“Yes! It was. We don’t need help from a sex demon.”

“Too bad, I’m not leaving. A deal’s a fucking deal, even if I wanted to leave I can’t unless I fucked both of you to satisfaction.”

“What? But we didn’t ask for that.”

“Honey, you summoned a helper and I was the one being summoned. You know what that means, don’t you?” The demon steps closer to you. So close in fact that you get dizzy from his sweetened breath and feel weak from his intense stare.

You barely shake your head, feeling hot between your legs.

“It means the one thing you both needed help with the most, was sex. Or lack thereof in your sad case. If you needed help gardening, a little gardening helper would have appeared. If you needed help killing someone, an assassin demon would have appeared. But instead I’m here now. An incubus, the goddamn personification of sex.” He reaches out and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek.

You whimper, knees buckling.

“Deny it all you want, but you two are long due for a good fucking.”

You moan, taking a step closer as you chase his kiss.

“___”, Taehyung stops you from crossing the candle circle, pulling you back to him, “don’t go to him. Who knows what he will do to you.”

Yoongi lifts his hands in defeat, “don’t worry, I’m a good boy. You know, centuries ago we were, let’s say, a little more free in how we took humans. But you know, modernisation and human rights and being civil beings, blah blah blah, basically means that we can now only do what the human subconsciously consents to.” He rolls his eyes. “One gets a new boss one time and the entire system is renewed. You should have been there when the reforms happened. There was so much bloodshed”, he laughs, “but oh well, rules are rules. If you aren’t secretly craving for something, I can’t do it to you. Deal is a deal.”

“Okay?” Taehyung cocks his brow up.

Yoongi sits down and sips on his tea.

“You don’t believe me? Go ask your girlfriend. She’s been leaking into her little pants ever since your little feelings came to light.”

“Huh?” “No, I’m not!”

Taehyung gawks at you. You meet his eyes, feeling hot in embarrassment.

“I’m not!” you insist.

Yoongi chuckles.

“Don’t laugh, I’m not!” You wave your hands again. “Shoo, the holy word compels you, leave. Whatever that holy word may be for you.”

“Religion isn’t going to work on me, doll. Humans made it up to pretend as if they were better than others and to have an excuse to greedily take money from the helpless in the name of their gods. I’m staying and you are getting fucked.”

“___, battle plan”, Taehyung says and takes your hand to drag you to the bedroom.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere”, Yoongi singsongs, sipping his tea afterwards. He leans further into his chair, sighing in relaxation.

Taehyung closes the door and locks it. He turns to you with his folded hands in front of his lips. A second later, he uses them to point at you.

“So we may have fucked up.”

“Well duh, we did! There is a bloody incubus in our living room! That’s what you get from experimenting”, you exclaim and push at his chest.

“What I get? Excuse me? You were in on the plan!"

“Yes, because I thought that it would be a scam! Summoning of ghosts isn’t real! It never was.”

“How dare you”, he gasps, clutching his imaginary pearls.

“I said what I said.”

He pouts and crosses his arms. You huff out air, mirroring his stance. You share a moment of intense silence, both suddenly reliving what the demon told you. You fluster at the same time, breaking eye contact.

Taehyung is the first to be brave enough to speak up.

“Fact is, we have an incubus in our living room and he won’t leave until he fucked us.”

“I know, that’s insane Tae.”

“It is, but we won’t get him away any other way.”

“You’re not actually suggesting we take his offer?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I mean, why not? It’s not like he was that wrong. We haven’t been laid in a long time.”

“Speak for yourself, mister.”

“Well, did you?” he challenges with a cock of his brow.

“No”, you mumble and lower your head in defeat.

“See? We take the deal, get it over with and he leaves. Done. And then we burn the book and never speak of tonight again.”

What he says makes sense. It’s insane, but it makes sense.

“Fine.” You give in. “How are we doing this? Taking turns in the bedroom while the other waits outside?”

“Or we could…” he looks at your lips.

“You’re joking”, you gasp, feeling drawn to him.

Taehyung smiles awkwardly and rubs his neck nervously.

“I mean, was he that off?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean no. I mean, I don’t know.”

Taehyung steps closer and takes your hands. Your breath hitches, your skin tingles. He caresses your knuckles.

“He wasn’t off as far as I’m concerned”, he confesses in a soft voice, eyes racing between yours.

“Tae, holy fuck this is…”

“...insane? Yeah, but also freeing. I’ve been carrying these feelings with me for years and I swear I wanted to use this holiday to finally confess to you. Granted, I wanted to take you on a star watching walk and confess to you under the moon, but I guess accidentally summoning a sex demon who discovers our secret is more our style.”

You laugh. He laughs with you. It sheds both of you of so much nervous weight on your shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess it is”, you agree.

A moment of silence. Taehyung closes the distance, stubbing your nose with his. You sigh and close your eyes, lips parting as you chase his kiss. Taehyung, who understood the signal, takes it and kisses you.

Not one second is wasted before you and he find your rhythm and your hands melt deep into the other’s softness. It isn’t long after that the kiss becomes heated. Perhaps it is the influence of the sex demon or the sheer attraction to each other, but you begin moaning and groping each other hungrily.

“Stop wait, stop”, you break it.

Taehyung whimpers softly, chasing your kiss as his big hands knead your buttocks.

“Don’t stop this please. I dreamed of this for years, please”, he begs, lips brushing your cheek as he seeks your kiss.

“Tae, the incubus.”

“Right. We should probably see if he’s still there.”

Despite not wanting to, you break the moment for the sake of getting rid of your living room problem. You hold hands, opening the bedroom door together. You peak out.

“Hello”, Yoongi coos, wiggling his fingers.

“Shit”, the door slams close. You and Taehyung exchange a look. “Tae fuck, this is actually happening.”

“I guess it is.”

“This is insane.”

“It is.”

“Okay, I’m doing it.”

Taehyung hugs your arm, “do it.”

You and he open the door and enter the living room.

“Rude. Slamming doors isn’t very civil of you”, Yoongi says, studying the way Taehyung clutches you. The scent of your sexual energies became stronger ever since you were in the bedroom. He can’t wait to feast on it.

You and Taehyung stand in front of the demon, buffing your chests to appear stronger.

“If we do this, can you promise us to leave afterwards?”

“Demons don’t make promises, but a deal is a deal. Yes I will leave afterwards. Are we done now? I could have made myself another cup of tea in the time you two brats were talking. I’m bored.”

“Give us a moment”, Taehyung says and turns to you. He takes your hands, squeezing them tightly.

“Tae”, you whisper, gazing into his eyes.

“Do you really want to do this?”

“Yes, I do. You?”

“I do, yeah. Just…” he cradles your face. “...whatever happens, I love you.”

“I love you too, Tae. I have loved you since-”

“Yeah, yeah we get it. You two are so in love. Shut up and let’s get to fucking. I’m not here to listen to you yap to each other about feelings.”

You click your tongue in annoyance, turning to the demon. Taehyung does the same.

“First Mister Yoongi from and to something”, you say, snapping your fingers, “you’re rude and impatient. And second of all, if we agree to your deal, are you going to destroy our souls?”

Yoongi smirks in amusement, “you’re a feisty one, I like you already.”

“Answer my question.”

Yoongi lifts his hands in defeat, “fine. No, I am not going to destroy your souls. As I said before, I will be feasting on the sexual energies you are creating. It will be painless, unless you want it to hurt”, he explains and flashes his fangs playfully.

You gulp, taking a step back. You look at Taehyung.

“Dude, he’s, like, really doing it to me. The fangs thing was hot”, you tell him.

“I know, right?”

Yoongi chuckles, “you flatter me.”

It is Taehyung who speaks up next, “if you eat our sexual energies, does it mean that we won’t have any left for the future?”

“Mortals and their endless questions”, Yoongi says under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. He takes a deep breath and talks with annoyance in his deep voice, “no this will not happen. Don’t be stupid.”

Taehyung pouts, glancing at you.

“He wasn’t being hot to me, did you see that?”

“Yeah, rude.”

“I can be hot if you want me to”, Yoongi says and grabs Taehyung by the wrist to drag him close.

Taehyung stumbles with a surprised squeak, moaning a second later when Yoongi drags his split tongue up the side of his neck. Taehyung presses his legs together, twisting Yoongi’s shirt.

You gulp. This is so hot to look at, but also, you need to save Taehyung.

“Hey, leave him. We didn’t say yes to the deal yet”, you spit and drag Taehyung out of the demon’s claws.

Taehyung stumbles, colliding with your body, weakened and dizzy. He drops his head on your shoulder, panting heavily.

Yoongi studies him with a knowing smirk.

“For the sake of your friend, say yes. I don’t think he can take a lot more.”

“Tae, are you okay?”

“I need sex, ___, I’m”, he presses his lips to your neck, kissing it sloppily. “Holy fuck, I want you. Holy fuck, I…”

“Tae...” you mewl, eyes threatening to close and skin tingling like crazy. You wanted this for years. It feels so good.

“Hey! Stop that, I’m still here!” Yoongi snaps you out of it in a sharp voice.

You and Taehyung look at him.

“Should we?”

“I think we should.”

“Fine”, you say, “we will agree to the terms we just discussed.”

The flames flicker aggressively, somewhere far away, a bell tolls. Yoongi smiles triumphantly and claps into his hands.

“The deal has been made. Wonderful. Let’s get started.”

“So how are we going to do this?”

“You are going to listen to me. I will tell you what to do.”

“And if we do and we’re done, you’ll leave?”

“Promise”, Yoongi says and smiles wickedly.

“Fine. Then let’s get this over with”, you say and squeeze Taehyung’s hand.

“Wonderful.” Yoongi claps into his hands. “First things first, you two are too clothed. Get naked and let me see what I have to work with”, he says, busy with taking off his gloves. He throws them over the chair, stretching out his fingers.

You and Taehyung exchange a shy look. You never saw each other naked before. You saw each other in swimwear but that’s it.

“The time to be shy has passed. Get naked before I rip it off of you”, Yoongi orders sharply.

“I love you, yeah?” Taehyung says.

“I love you too.”

“I guess, this is happening.”

“Turn around, let’s do it like that.”

You and he turn your backs to each other and start to undress.

“Mortals are fascinating. You are about to get fucked and yet you are still shy.”

“Shut up.”

Yoongi chuckles, “I like you. You’re exciting.”

“Tch whatever. I’m naked, Tae. You?”

“Me too.”

“I’m turning.”

“Okay. Three, two, one.”

You and Taehyung gasp, eyes widening in awe. This is him. Naked and turned on. This is you. Naked and turned on.

“Holy fuck Tae, you’re so handsome. I…” your eyes trail off to his cock. “Damn this is…wow.”

“You’re so beautiful too. I can’t believe you’re real”, he says, eyes flitting between your tits and your pussy. “You are the most beautiful woman to ever exist.”

“You think so?”

“Of course I do. I-”

“We get it, you’re in love. Fucking hell, mortals are so emotional”, Yoongi says and steps out of the candle circle.

“You can do that?”

“Well duh, you made a deal”, he dismisses you and presses himself between you and Taehyung. “Now let’s see.”

He turns to you first.

"Stay still.”

He touches your tits, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. His palms are so soft and warm, his hands are human but big. So big and masculine. His fingers are so long, currently pinching and rubbing your nipples.

You can only handle it by grabbing his lower arms and whimpering softly. They are strong and muscular, his body is so warm. You feel dizzy.

“A good pair of tits. Turn.” He says and does it for you.

He touches your back and arms. Each second turns you on more and more to the point where you can barely stand up.

“Pretty back. I bet your little friend fantasised about cumming on it a dozen times before.”

“Ah..”

“Mhm, you liked that, didn’t you? Such a needy girl”, Yoongi taunts and grabs your hip. He puts his other hand on your head and pushes you down until you are bent over.

“Ah geez, warn me. I didn’t stretch.”

“Too bad”, Yoongi says and falls to his knees, now eye to eye with your ass. He spreads it, making you mewl in embarrassment because you know for a fact that Taehyung looks as well.

You know because he moaned softly when Yoongi revealed you.

“Pretty hole, but not virgin. Not done by a real cock though. Dirty girl, do you like stuffing toys up your hole?” Yoongi coos.

“I uhm”, you begin writhing, feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t flee, I’m not done”, Yoongi orders and sticks out his tongue to drag it over your hole.

“Ah, oh god”, you get out, falling to your knees because it felt too good.

Yoongi sees no problem in it, grabbing your hips to pull you into a doggy position. You are more exposed like this, mewling into the floor.

“Such a pretty hole and a pretty cunt to go with it”, he rasps, tracing every inch of it with his long fingers. “So wet.” He licks his fingers. “So sweet”, he growls, sending shivers through you.

“Please”, you beg, pushing your hips closer to him.

“Good. Done.” Yoongi however abandons you, standing up and turning to Taehyung.

With wobbly knees you turn as well, kneeling as you look up at them. Yoongi is a lot taller than Taehyung, commanding the room without having to try.

Taehyung looked at you first, but changes it when Yoongi touches his pecs. He looks up at him, panting nervously and making puppy eyes at him.

“Now you. I heard the disgusting things you were thinking as I examined her. You’re a dirty one, aren’t you?”

Taehyung gulps.

“Yes you are, but also a pretty one. Good pecs with pretty nipples”, Yoongi says as he rubs them. “Tongue out.”

Taehyung obeys.

Yoongi inspects it and hums.

“Good. Back in.”

Taehyung obeys. Yoongi runs his hands down his torso and grabs his cock.

Taehyung moans, thrusting into his touch and grabbing bundles of his shirt.

“You have an impressive cock for a human. It may rival that of a demon.”

“Ah, please.”

Yoongi squeezes his tip until it leaks, picks it up and licks it.

“Sweet. Both of you. How pleasing. Turn”, he says and does it for Taehyung.

The latter falls to his knees all on his own, getting into doggy position with his ass stuck high into the air.

“Holy shit”, you get out under your breath, eyes glued to his exposed hole. The view gets denied of you very soon when Yoongi kneels down and therefore shields you from it. You scoot to the side, greedily wanting more.

“Someone seems to be willing. Pretty hole and would you look at that? Not virgin either.”

Your pussy throbs. Taehyung looks at you with submissive puppy eyes, fingers trying to grasp you. You reach out, hooking your fingers with him. He holds you so desperately, turning you on with it.

“Not done by a human either. Look at that, you and ___ can share toys from now on”, Yoongi says and bends down to lick his hole.

Taehyung moans with such utter and raw pleasure that you feel dizzy. Even his eyes go out of focus and cross a little. He looks as if he wanted this exact thing done to him for years, as if he was just waiting for someone to lick his hole. He presses back, smothering Yoongi with his ass this way.

He chuckles and breaks away, split tongue dripping saliva.

“Someone is very eager. How interesting.”

He stands up, leaving Taehyung in his agony.

“Get up, the both of you. I’m done with my examination. I know exactly what to do to you.”

You manage to get up quicker. Taehyung is still too wobbly to do so, only managing to get to his knees.

“That will have to do. Mortals are so weak”, Yoongi says and sits down on his chair. He spreads his legs in a commanding, masculine way, shifting his eyes to you. “Come here, pretty girl.”

You obey his command without hesitation. His spit is still sticking to you and has been gradually ruining you more and more. You feel enchanted, wanting to obey whatever command he has for you.

“Sit”, he orders, patting his thigh.

You obey.

“Nono, so you can face him.”

“Sorry, yes”, you correct the position.

Yoongi grabs your hips and pulls you down the last few inches. You moan loudly at the first contact, back arching and fingers digging into his sculpted thigh. The leather is so rough against your sensitive pussy, his hands are paradise as they hold your hips.

“Move.”

You obey his orders, legs trembling as fiery pleasure courses through you.

“Good girl. Now, you are going to touch yourself to the view of her.”

“What?” Taehyung croaks, eyes glued to your body and how it moves on Yoongi’s thigh. Your breasts looks so ravishing like this. Taehyung craves a taste of them.

“You heard me. Show her what you were doing whenever you jerked off to her.”

“But I-”

“Don’t try to deny it. I know you lied. You touched yourself to her too many times to count “

“Tae”, you whimper, meeting his eyes.

You look so blissed out, so shaken by pleasure. Taehyung draws closer, reaching out to cup your cheek. You lean into his touch, trembling on Yoongi’s thigh.

“Tae…”

“I’m sorry, he’s right. I just-”

“Less words, more actions. Fucking touch yourself before I decide to force you”, Yoongi spits.

“Do as he says Tae, please”, you breathe, holding his cheeks, “please do it for me, please.”

“___”, Taehyung moans, chasing you. Your lips are almost touching, you share the same air. He is looking at your mouth, right hand dropping to his cock.

You moan with him as he begins touching himself. Your hips stutter on Yoongi’s thigh, your pussy throbs and leaks. Yoongi basks in the view with a dirty smirk, massaging your hips and waist with his strong, masculine hands.

“She likes this, pretty boy. Her cunt is so wet on my thigh. Keep touching yourself”, he purrs.

Taehyung croaks your name, lips claiming yours in a kiss. He can’t bear it any other way. Yoongi was right. Taehyung jerked off to the fantasy of you too many times to count. He really, really tried not to, but his mind betrayed him sometimes. He touched himself, thinking about how it would be to kiss you, to touch you and be touched in return, to experience pleasure with you and be with you naked.

He has all of it right now and Taehyung is in heaven. He pumps his cock very slowly, despite wanting to go fast. He has to go slow however, otherwise he would climax way too soon. This is his dream and it excites him way too much.

You break the kiss, overwhelmed by your own heaven. Your foreheads rest together, it hasn't been long but you are both a little sweaty already.

“Tae, this is…”

“I know, it is…heaven, you’re heaven.”

“No, you are. Ah Tae, your cock.”

Taehyung looks down at what you see, moaning deeply. His cock is flushed and hardened, leaking onto his long fingers as he massages it quickly.

“You’re so sexy, oh god, Tae your cock is so sexy”, you mewl, sliding your hands to his hair to twist bundles of it.

“Ah, I can’t”, Taehyung gasps, having to stop. “When you’re watching me, I just. I can’t handle it.”

“Your cock is throbbing.”

“___ please, you’re not making it easier”, Taehyung laughs breathily.

You straighten up, looking over your shoulder. Yoongi locks eyes with you. Dark marks have appeared on his features, pulsing like a slow heartbeat. This must be the sign that he is feeding on your energies.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” he asks in a terribly seductive voice.

“Help him last longer, please.”

Yoongi smirks. He snaps his fingers, letting a bottle of lube appear out of a cloud of red smoke. He throws it at Taehyung, who catches it.

“She wanted help. this is it. Get on your knees and show her how you fuck your own asshole. Don’t touch your cock unless I tell you to.”

You shake on Yoongi’s thigh, giving him needy puppy eyes. He purrs, smiling darkly. He inches closer to you, inhaling through his mouth with deep rumbles in his chest. They aren’t human, clearly signs of your delicious pleasure coursing through him.

“Don’t waste time. Just the mention of it makes her taste heavenly.”

“Yoongi”, you mewl, writhing in embarrassment. He purrs and holds your hips to guide them for now.

“Be a good girl and look at him. I know you want to.”

You obey his order gladly. The view which meets you there almost makes you regret turning around. Not because it is awful, but because it is so sexy that you have to lift your hips in order not to orgasm. Yoongi supports you, panting heavily from the sweet scents meeting his nose. So delicious, you taste so delicious. Your cunt keeps dripping on him. How delicious.

Taehyung is already kneeling, sticking his ass into the air and having two fingers buried inside. He pumps them in and out in a smooth rhythm, whimpering softly each time he bottoms out.

Not in your wildest dreams could you have ever imagined that this view would be your reality one day. His fingers are long and skinny, but seem so thick in his hole. He is tanner around his rim than the rest of his body, but whenever he pulls his digits out and his hole moves around them, pink skin is revealed.

“Holy fuck, Tae”, you get out, dropping on Yoongi’s thigh to get off to the view. You dig your nails into his leather pants, face scrunching in bliss. Each movement is electric, reaching every inch of your body. “Holy fuck, you are so hot. Baby, does this feel good?”

“Yes, feels so good”, Taehyung whimpers, voice surprisingly high-pitched for his normally baritone timbre.

“Keep doing that, you’re doing so good.”

Taehyung mewls your name, ass pressing back onto his fingers. This is everything he ever wished for. He spills tears onto the rug, curling his toes. This is his dream.

You suddenly feel lips on your shoulder and strong hands cradling your tits. Shivering, you lean into Yoongi, closing your eyes halfway.

“You’ve got a dominant side in you, don’t you? Good girl, you struck me as someone like that from the very beginning”, he rasps, rubbing your nipples slowly.

“Fuck”, you croak, leaning back into him. You can’t really grind on him like this, but it is for the best. You would orgasm way too soon if you kept going. His magic touch and the view of Taehyung are simply too powerful of a combination.

Yoongi purrs, letting you rest against his big, muscular body. He loves how small you are on his lap. Humans are so tiny and fragile in comparison to demons. Yoongi really gets off to the size imbalance, especially when it’s such a delicious feed as you and Taehyung.

He wraps his strong arm around you, tracing your stomach and playing with your pubes while his other hand plays with your tits.

“Do you like this, pretty girl?” he asks you in a purr.

“So much. Every touch…”

“Turns you on more. I know, that’s what I do to you”, he rasps and shifts his eyes to Taehyung. “I'll let you in on one of his little secrets, yeah?” he whispers.

You nod your head.

“Go ahead, Taehyung. Play with your cock.”

“Fuck. Yes”, Taehyung gets out and pulls his fingers free. His hole gapes slightly, looking so empty.

Taehyung closes his lubed up fingers around his balls, spreading it on them messily. Once he is happy with the feel of it, he takes them and does the unthinkable thing of putting them up his own ass.

“What the fuck?” you get out.

“___”, Taehyung moans, pushing in the second one as well. He seems to struggle at first before his fragile hole gives up and takes it. The skin of his balls is stretched, his rim is pulsing and his hips are pushing back.

“What the fuck? Taehyung you- oh my god, holy fuck.”

“Isn’t this marvellous? This isn’t the first time he stuffs his own balls up his asshole. He thought about it for minutes. What does this do to you, pretty girl?” Yoongi taunts.

“I have to cum”, you croak, spilling tears.

“She has to cum. Do you hear that, pretty boy? Your little self fuck is making your best friend cum.”

“___”, Taehyung moans, jerking off his cock as his balls get squeezed in his tight, pulsing ass. The sensations are orgasmic, making his legs shake and head turn.

“Taehyung”, you whimper, legs shaking as well and head dizzy beyond repair. Yoongi slides his fingers to your clit and rubs it. You squeal, arching your back. This was too much. He breaks you for the first time this evening.

“Good girl, scream for me. Good girl”, Yoongi talks you through it, head pounding from the intense feed. How sweet your orgasm tastes, how much it nourishes him. He feels greedy for more. He will make you orgasm again. He just decided. He cannot miss out on more of this power.

Taehyung begins begging as he realises what happens.

“Please I have to cum too. Please can I cum please?”

“Tell us what you fantasize about most and I’ll let you cum.”

“Eating her out! Please, I have to cum please”, Taehyung blurts out, arching his back.

You sob softly, twitching on Yoongi’s thigh. Your orgasm died down but nothing changed. Yoongi works his magic on you and you are his sexual prisoner. You don’t feel any ounce of satisfaction from your high, on the contrary, you want another one and another one and, and, and. Please.

“Can you see that? She likes it. Mhm pretty girl, do you like that?”

“Yes, like it please.”

“Good”, Yoongi stands up with you in his arms. He denies you of another orgasm like this, ignoring the whines you let out for the sake of lying you down on the floor.

Taehyung watches it happen, hand still around his cock because he is confused. He tugs his balls out of his hole, eyes glued to your body as it gets shoved around by Yoongi.

Yoongi grabs your legs, spreading them forcefully. He purrs, eyes flickering at the view of your wet cunt.

“Do it. Show her what you want to do most.”

Taehyung obeys, scrambling to your side. He exchanges places with Yoongi and gets on all fours.

“I just…this is a dream”, he says, gazing at your puffy, wet lips. You are so turned on that the normally translucent excitement almost took on a slight white and creamy texture to it. Taehyung wants to taste every droplet of it.

“Tae please”, you whimper, opening your legs further.

“I will treat you so right from now on, my baby. Holy fuck”, he croaks and lowers himself to your cunt.

“Tae!” You scream up, arching your back and gripping his hair. It is ridiculous but you orgasm with the first lick.

Taehyung wants to stop and look, but Yoongi doesn’t let him. He places his hand over yours and pushes his head down.

“Don’t slack”, he orders, voice dark and demonic from the feed he is experiencing. “Keep fucking going no matter what.”

Taehyung mewls, spilling tears. He wraps his arms around your thighs, hands rubbing your sides, and obeys Yoongi’s orders. He uses his entire mouth to please you, tongue kissing your pulsing cunt as if it was his life’s purpose to do so. And right now it was.

He dreamt about giving you head so many times that he stopped counting. Sometimes when you were at his place and you watched a movie with your legs on his couch, he imagined how it would be like to lie down between them and pleasure you as you watched the movie. He fantasised about warming your clit with his mouth, fantasised tongue fucking your hole, fantasised about tasting every inch of you.

And now it is his reality and he loves it so much that he tears up. Your thighs are shaking, your hips keep bucking up and your fingers twist his hair. You also taste like heaven. Sweet, intense, perfect. Taehyung slurps and gurgles, drinking your heavenly nectar with deep moans and happy mewls.

“This feels so good, oh god”, you get out between having to moan and having to gasp for air.

It has been a while since you felt a mouth on your pussy. Casual sex just didn’t do it for you and so you stopped seeking it. So this right now is your paradise. Out of all the things, you missed getting head the most. Getting head from Taehyung? The very reason why you currently exists.

His lips are soft and warm, rubbing over your sensitive spots as much as they suck on them. His tongue is even softer and warmer and so fucking wet, tracing your pussy and licking every single inch. He uses the flat of it as he worships your lips and uses the tip of it as he fucks your hole. For your clit, he uses a mixture of his tip and the flat of it, following it up with a suck and purrs around it.

Now that you had this first exciting orgasm behind you, you can really savour every second of it. Granted, it is still insanely difficult not to climax again.

“Tae, I love this so much, Tae”, you moan, floating on bliss.

Taehyung mewls, looking up at you. Your head is rolled to the side, giving him a view of your blissed out expression. Your eyes are closed, your lips are parted, your brows tightened.

“He thinks that you’re beautiful right now”, Yoongi tells you.

Taehyung mewls in agreement, nodding his head.

“Tae”, you whimper, writhing in pleasure. Your pussy throbs in his mouth, feeding him more of your sweet nectar.

“She wants you to play with her tits.”

Taehyung obeys, reaching up to cradle your breasts and massage them.

“Ah!” you arch your back, hands slipping from his hair to instead drop next to your head and ball to fists.

Taehyung moans, having to close his eyes. This is too exciting. Your soft breasts are like heaven in his hands. He massages them as gently as possible, moving especially tenderly around your nipples.

You react in throbs of your pussy and arches of your back, moaning so sweetly he feels high on you.

“Good boy, keep doing that”, Yoongi praises, giving his back a kiss before he abandons his side to fulfil his wish.

Taehyung has been thinking it so loudly that Yoongi almost smacked the back of his head. He opens his pants and pulls it down far enough so his heavy cock would be free. He prepares it with a thick layer of lube.

“For the future, you don’t have to scream your fantasies at me. I can hear you just right”, he hisses and punishes him by pushing his cock into his tight hole. Not that this is a real punishment, this is exactly what Taehyung wanted.

The latter falls forward, moaning into your pussy with such enthusiasm that you have to lift your head to check.

“Holy fuck”, you croak, gawking in disbelief.

Taehyung’s neck is bend in a weird way as his face is smothered in your pussy. His hips are held up by Yoongi forcing him to keep kneeling as he very clearly drills his cock into his ass.

He smiles at you darkly, flashing you his fangs this way. Taehyung shakes and writhes with each thrust, bruising your breasts accidentally from needing to hold something. He mewls so much, mouth sucking on your clit more than he does anything else. As if he needs to soothe himself.

“Are you-”

“-hurting him? Of course not, pretty girl. I can make myself fit in the tightest hole without pain.”

“Are you using magic?”

“What do you think?” he asks and pulls Taehyung’s up by his hair. His back arches, you get a view of his messy face and the utter bliss on it. He thrusts into him, forcing a scream out of him. “Does this look like he is in pain?” Yoongi taunts, making Taehyung scream with each hard thrust.

“No”, you whimper, trying to rub your legs together for stimulation.

Yoongi notices, smiling darkly.

“Good girl, you don’t have to scream your thoughts to get them heard”, he says and picks up Taehyung easily. He never stops bouncing him on his cock even as he changes position. He falls down next to you, lifting Taehyung off his cock to turn him.

“Yoongi, your cock”, you gasp.

It is long and thick and looks more like a big butt toy than a real cock. He has five engorged segments going from small to huge.

“I’m simply shaping it to how he wants it to feel. Seems like your pretty friend wants to be fucked by a huge textured cock”, Yoongi rasps and sinks Taehyung down on it.

It is insane how easily he takes his massive cock. One by one the swollen segments disappear in Taehyung and he seems to moan louder and louder with each. Once Yoongi bottoms out, you swear that Taehyung seems as if he reached enlightenment. His eyes are rolled back, his head tilted and his mouth agape. Yoongi helps him stay in this state by lifting and sinking his body, fucking him like this. It forces his cock to bounce and slap his own tummy repeatedly, spreading the wet mess he leaks everywhere.

“Do you like this? Do you like seeing him like this?” Yoongi rasps, looking at you.

You are so close like this that you can smell his sweet breath. He is actually so beautiful for a demon. His features are so delicate and pretty and insanely addicting to look at.

“I like it so much.”

“Mhm, you’re such a pretty girl”, Yoongi rasps, “go ahead, I heard your wish.”

“Thank you, oh god”, you croak and scramble to your knees.

“Although, being called someone with a pretty face is a new for me”, Yoongi chuckles, fixing his head so you can sit on his face.

You mewl in acknowledgement, gasping a second later when Yoongi pulls you down on his long tongue. You look at where he holds you, moaning in surprise when two pairs of arms greet you. One pair is busy bouncing Taehyung on his cock, while the other is busy holding you down on his face.

“Holy fuck.”

Yoongi chuckles knowingly, scrambling your thoughts a second later with his tongue.

You scream up, matching Taehyung’s volume. The next moments are unable to be brought onto paper because they are unable to stay in your minds anyway. All you and Taehyung know is that you feel pleasure like you have never felt before. It is normally easy to talk during sex, even in the most passionate of scenes, but as you share Yoongi, you truly can't talk. The only thing wanting to leave your throats are screams and moans and sobs. Neither of you has experienced such pleasure before and soon you find yourselves holding each other as Yoongi ruins you from below.

You swear that you already orgasmed twice on his tongue and you can’t stop doing it. He is a lot hotter than Taehyung and so much wetter. His spit is clearly magical, seeping deep into your skin and making you feel as if you are high. He also seems to be everywhere at once. You feel him on your clit, your lips, your hole, your g-spot and even tickling your cervix. And it happens at the same time, constantly. It feels so good that you almost want to flee and yet you can’t because you crave more and more and more of his touch.

Taehyung feels just as ruined. From the moment Yoongi entered him, he lost all control over his body. He is so huge and long and yet doesn’t hurt. Not even when he forcefully claimed his small hole, did he hurt. He felt like heaven from the very beginning and this heaven seems to grow more and more the longer he bounces him on his cock. Taehyung doesn’t know how many times he already orgasmed, but he can’t stop. He is so filled up, so stretched out, so fucked. Each of Yoongi’s swollen segments stuffs him more and increases the pleasure. His prostate stopped being the only sensitive part as Yoongi’s leaking slit spreads his magical juice on his walls and turns them as sensitive as his prostate. Perhaps even more sensitive. Taehyung truly feels his textured cock everywhere and he swears he might never recover.

“Yoongi, I have to- I think I have to- to pee”, you finally get out, digging your nails into Taehyung’s back as you hold him close.

“Me too! Me too!” Taehyung screams into your shoulder, shaking uncontrollably.

Yoongi merely growls and holds you tighter, forcing you and Taehyung to orgasm so hard that you piss yourselves. Yoongi shoots his heavy load up Taehyung’s ass from the sweet taste of your combined sexual energies, growling into your cunt demonically.

He knows from the way you and Taehyung writhe afterwards that his job is complete. You are pleased beyond repair. He lifts you and Taehyung off of him and carries you to the couch. He lies you down in a way so that your leaking holes would drip on the floor and not the cushions. You are both gaping, although Taehyung definitely takes the crown. The view pleases Yoongi a great deal. He did a good job.

“Breathe and hold each other until you feel better.”

You and Taehyung cuddle each other, shivering in a good way. It feels so good to be with each other after such intense sex.

Yoongi pets your heads, using all four hands for it.

“You both did well.”

He straightens up, crossing his four arms in front of his big chest. He snaps his fingers, making a table of food and water appear.

“Try to hydrate and eat something once you can move again. Talk about tonight, I heard it helps mortals bond.”

You and Taehyung mewl softly, drooling on each other. Yoongi studies the ruined states of you.

“I did good. I was thorough”, he says and nods his head, “my job here is done. I won’t ask you if you liked it because I know you did.”

He turns his back to you and walks to the candle circle.

“You will feel stronger and healthier in the days to come because I filled you with my nectar. Use it to fuck each other, it will feel better to you. Or don’t fuck and talk, mortals are so emotional how disgusting. Just fuck, seriously, it’s more fun.”

He steps inside the circle.

“Yoongi”, you croak, eyes barely wanting to open.

He looks over his shoulder, “yes, pretty girl?”

“Can we see you again?”

He smiles wickedly. The candles burn brightly, somewhere far away a bell tolls. His wicked smile grows.

“In your dreams”, Yoongi hisses and disappears.

You and Taehyung both know that this wasn’t meant as an insult, but a promise. You just made a deal with the fucking devil.

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trivia-yandere · 1 year ago

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trivia-yandere/explicit-tae halloween masterlist

welcome to a spooky corny masterlist. some fics posted will also be a part of the alternate universe masterlist, as well, that fits the "spooky" aspect.

warning: will contain smut, non-con/rape, dub-con, violence, etc - warnings will be set in each fic uploaded. please read the warnings before continuing

2024

divine intervention - (taehyung) - you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. completed 09.06 early release

autumn of terror - (seokjin) the small town of oakville is being taken over by a serial killer who goes by "the ripper" you, an out of town detective, team up with head detective of oakville, kim seokjin, to take down the ripper. completed 10.01

red pill- (hoseok/namjoon) while partying, you decide to take a mysterious pill called "hell on earth" that's said to take you to a whole different dimension; one of pure ecstasy, lust and pleasure. completed 10.07

sentient - (namjoon) you're gifted a high-technology android by an old friend who appears to know everything - even about you. completed 10.09

2023

two sentence horror story (jin) - it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin completed [will be released 10/01}

fertile (taehyung) during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. completed {will be released 10/06}

moral dilemma (hoseok) - your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed {will be released 10/08}

test your morality (jungkook) - jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. completed {will be released 10/09}

metamorphosis (jungkook) - in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night seemingly hurt. much to your luck, you were wrong. completed {will be released 10/13) PART 2

word is bond (jimin) - in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king. completed {will be released 10/17}

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arxims · 6 months ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ᴼᴺᴱ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader

genre/au : lot of angst, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, smut.

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut?, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, walking red flag Jungkook, psychopathy, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, ex criminal lawyer Jungkook, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, extremely graphic torture.

Rating : mature

Word count : 8.5 k

Part 1/?

MASTERLIST

“Moonstruck : unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.”

7 months ago

Returning to Seoul was a straightforward decision for you, given your comfort with the city's atmosphere. Once the conditions were favorable, you were eager to return.

It's been a few years since you last saw him, which was when you left Seoul for a job.

Taehyung, your college senior and the nerdy heartthrob, was once your friend.Those were your mentally healthy years, a phase where you felt free. Your university life represented the last few years where you genuinely felt normal - a calm before the storm. Taehyung was one of the few who made those years memorable and fun.

When you stepped into the random bar you recently discovered, you never expected to see that familiar face again. The moment you saw that boxy smile, you recognized it. He seemed to have the same reaction.Standing in the midst of a crowd, amidst a mix of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, you felt a surge of happiness upon spotting your old friend. It took you a moment to respond with a small wave.

Taehyung battled his way through the crowd, intoxicated with dancing as he approached the woman "(Y/N), Is that you?" he asked, peering at you.

You two had kept in touch after his graduation, but with his hectic career and your college commitments, your communication had gradually faded.The recognition in his eyes was unmistakable, matching the surprise in yours. His boxy smile widened, a hint of nostalgia glistening in his eyes. The memories of your shared past bubbled up to the surface, as vivid as if it were yesterday.

"Taehyung," you whispered, your voice barely audible amidst the loud music. You blinked back tears, a mixture of joy and the sharp pang of missing the good old days.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" he said, his voice thrumming with warmth. You nodded, unable to voice the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. when life was simpler.

Without hesitation, you enveloped him in a warm embrace, your voice a soft murmur in his ear, "Where were you?"

Taehyung held you close, finding comfort and familiarity in your embrace. He had missed you as well."Let's move over there, I can't hear you clearly," you raised your voice slightly so Taehyung could hear you over the noisy atmosphere, with the bass pounding in your ears. You both settled on bar stools.As you both settled on the bar stools, the world seemed to slow down. The blaring music became a distant hum, and the flickering bar lights seemed less intrusive.

"So, how have you been?" Taehyung asked, turning to face you. His voice was a soothing balm amid the chaos around you. You took a moment to collect your thoughts.

"I'm... I'm doing okay," you replied, forcing a smile. You had so much to say, so many emotions to convey, but you were at a loss for words. The truth was that life hadn't been easy since you left college, and seeing Taehyung again, stirred up a whirlwind of emotions.

Taehyung looked at you, his gaze full of understanding. He reached out to gently squeeze your hand, a silent promise that he was there for you, just like old times.

And in that moment, despite the loud music and the overwhelming crowd, you felt a sense of peace. You were home again, with an old friend who understood you more than anyone else.

"Still slaving away at the same job?" You asked casually, taking a sip of your tequila. He laughed heartily before responding, "Nah, staying put? That's for rookies. I've switched companies, of course." He shook his head in amusement. “It's really great to see you again, Dumb head.”

“Me too” you gave him a genuine smile. The conversation went for a healthy amount of time. You both shared all the years missed out and lost the track of time. “What made you think about moving back?. I thought you hated Seoul”

"Actually, I don't hate it. I just wanted to experience living in another city. Nothing compares to Seoul, I agree. The new company gave me a massive raise. Who would ever turn down such a tempting offer?" you replied, tilting your glass. You

were beginning to feel tipsy, just a little.

"Did you come alone?" he inquired just before ordering another shot. "No, I came with a friend. She was whining that I'm not partying enough.; she probably hooked up with some dude by now. You know how she is." You explained, using a gesture that described craziness. "It's nothing I can't handle."

After draining the shot, you put on a brave face. "Glad you found someone crazy enough to match you."The laughter faded from your face. His words had unintentionally dredged up painful memories. Some memories you despised.

"(Y/N)?" he asked with concern when he noticed you were acting distant. "I swear I'm joking."

"I know... I know," you said with a half genuine smile, trying to mask the turmoil within.

"You haven't changed one bit. Horrible liar and emotionally repressed. So what's up?" he continued, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and familiarity.

"It's nothing, honestly..." you lied, not wanting to burden him with your troubles.

"Right, your favorite line," he said sarcastically, seeing through your facade as always.

"You know I'm here for you, right?" he asked, his voice soft and reassuring, reminding you of the unwavering support he always offered.

"Taehyung, it's okay, really. Just some minor growing pains, you know? Nothing major," you reassured, brushing off the uneasy emotions tied to those haunting memories. The psychiatric ward, the padded cell – distant echoes of the past.

"Do you think your friend might have been kidnapped by now?" Taehyung attempted to inject some levity into the conversation, eager to keep the mood light. It had been four years since he last saw you, and he didn't want the day to end with you feeling down. Taehyung was known for his outgoing and cheerful nature, a true social butterfly who is good at connecting with others.

Despite your efforts to mask it, Taehyung could tell something was weighing on you. It wasn't a simple matter easily forgotten; the shadow of it was written all over your face. The key might lie in his earlier comment, "Glad you found someone as crazy as you." Choosing to set aside that train of thought for the moment, Taehyung tried to support you through whatever was troubling you.

“Oh, no worries about her. she'll pop up bright and early tomorrow after the nasty deed, you know. By the way, you're drinking a lot. Looks like you've upgraded from a casual drinker to a full-blown alcohol enthusiast. And you're driving home with all that liquor in your system?”

“Hey, I'd live around longer to witness your wedding day, (Y/N). I already gave Kook a call , and he's on his way to scoop me up. We can swing by to drop you off since your buddy seems to have her own.. Pleasure” He put on a weird smile and an eyebrow raise. His words are starting to get a bit fuzzy now, probably about an 8 out of 10 on the drunk scale.

"Kook?" Now, that name caught your attention.

"Yeah, my bro," he confirmed.

"You have a brother?" You leaned in, intrigued. You couldn't recall him mentioning a brother before. How did this new information come about?

"Well, not biologically. But emotionally, Jungkook is like my baby bro. Wait, don't you remember? I've brought him up... a few times," he reminded you.

You were never one to hold onto memories well. Back in the day, you'd forget names and facts left and right. "Oh, I must be a bit... tipsy," you chuckled.

A tall, muscular man suddenly appeared, pulling Taehyung's arm to help him stand.

"Come on, Hyung. Let's get you up,"

The sudden appearance startled you a little but, You started checking him out without you knowing that you're creepy staring. At his biceps. He's got this arm full of tattoos that instantly make you think how cool it is. You never had a thing for tattoos and you never knew someone would look hot in tattoos. And it totally amps up his hotness and makes him look even more intimidating. And then, out of the blue, the man locked eyes with you for what feels like forever until Taehyung butted in.

Taehyung called, who is now fully drunk. , "Jungkookie, you're quick! I was hoping for more time. Oh, and (Y/N/N) needs a lift home. She's flying solo tonight. Cool to give her a ride?" And that's when it hits you – this Jungkook guy is the real deal.

Interesting

Jungkook couldn't help but roll his eyes "Sure thing, just don't go all Picasso on my seats," he quipped with a nod.

Having a pretty girl like you along for the ride didn't seem to bother him at all. After all, why not enjoy the company?

Taehyung, with his mischievous grin, assured Jungkook that he wouldn't be puking this time. But let's face it, Taehyung's track record with car sickness wasn't the best. Especially when drunk. Despite his best efforts, he always managed to leave a mess behind, mostly on Jungkook. Jungkook had seen it all with Taehyung, so a little vomit was nothing to be grossed out about. Compared to the things he had done

As the three adults settled into the car, you made sure to leave a quick message for your friend, informing her that you're leaving so she won't freak out. Despite your certainty that your friend might not pay much attention, you knew they were always there for you in their own way. ‘Their own way’.. Your friend's presence was always a delight at gatherings, even though they tended to get easily distracted, especially by the opposite sex, as was the case tonight.

Taehyung dozed off right after Jungkook threw him into the passenger seat, finding comfort in the car seat. Jungkook maintained a slightly more relaxed speed than usual, ensuring a smooth and enjoyable ride for which would not disturb the sleeping Taehyung. Also considering his car sickness. Meanwhile, you gazed out of the window, lowering the glass to let in the cool night breeze that gently tousled your hair. The sensation was relaxing, and you savored the peaceful atmosphere inside the car, interrupted only by the occasional sound of Taehyung's soft snores.

Jungkook made a slight adjustment to the rearview mirror to catch a better glimpse of you seated in the back, who seemed captivated by the nighttime scenery. You appeared so gentle and fragile. His eyes held a hint of desire as he silently observed you through the mirror.

Suddenly breaking the silence, the man in the driver's seat asked, "What's the address?" This unexpected interruption caused you to shift your focus to the driver. You couldn't help but notice his penetrating gaze in the mirror. He didn't come across as very outgoing; rather, he had a reserved demeanor with a touch of intensity and mystery. The look in his eyes spoke volumes, and it compelled you to engage with him further. You had this thing towards danger, mixed with your dumbness in making choices which always leave you in trouble.

You took a few moments to maintain eye contact with him through the rearview mirror before responding."113-5, Geonyeongapateu" rolled off your tongue smoothly.

Your eyes hesitated to look away from his intense gaze. Despite the slightly ominous aura he exuded, you found yourself drawn to the thrill of the unknown.

After a brief staring match, he shifted his focus back to the road ahead. The remainder of the journey passed in silence once more, but this time, a peculiar tension lingered in the air, adding an intriguing twist to the atmosphere.

The car came to a gentle stop right in front of your apartment building. With a graceful movement, you reached for your purse and stepped out of the vehicle. As you prepared to bid farewell, a thought crossed your mind - a cherry on the top. You decided to tap on his side window. He promptly lowered the glass, revealing a mysterious smirk playing on his lips, likely a predator looking at its prey. However, in this scenario, there was no prey in sight.

"Thank you for the ride," you expressed with a matching smirk, hoping to reciprocate the energy. Despite your attempt, his demeanor remained unchanged. He simply acknowledged your gratitude with a nod, almost a nod, before swiftly driving away. It seemed a bit abrupt, not even a simple 'You're welcome' thrown your way.

That moment marked the first meeting , a moment that seemed to be the only one. However, fate had other plans in store. He didn't step foot into your life to just leave randomly; it was his grand entrance into your messed up existence, poised to mess it up even further.

The next day, Taehyung woke up feeling like he had a tiny construction crew working inside his head. No matter how much water he chugged, that pesky headache just wouldn't budge.

He finally made his way to the living room, and The aroma of freshly made tea hit him like a ton of bricks. It was like all his worries melted away in an instant. Taehyung practically sprinted to the kitchen, where he found Jungkook standing there with a mug of tea in hand. “Jungkookie made Tea for his hyungie. How sweet”. He basically snatched the mug from Jungkook, took a sip, and his whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Dude, you've got serious skills in the kitchen," he told Jungkook, giving him a friendly pat on the back.

“Oh please hyung. I'm shy," Jungkook remarked, his eyes rolling in jest. He shared a knowing look with his brother. Taehyung settled into a chair at the kitchen table, where the daily newspaper lay open. The front page prominently displayed the headline 'The Shadow Reaper case: Another dead end.' This ongoing series of tragic events has gripped the city of Seoul, leaving its residents in fear. Despite the relentless efforts of the police, the mysterious perpetrator, dubbed 'Shadow Reaper,' continues to evade capture, leaving authorities and citizens alike puzzled and anxious.’

The mere mention of 'The Shadow Reaper' never failed to send shivers down Taehyung's spine. It was a name that filled him with fear and a tinge of guilt. Each time he caught sight of that name on the TV or in the newspapers, it only served to heighten his anxiety.

Taehyung harbored a deep-seated fear of losing his younger brother, Jungkook, the one and only murderer behind the name 'Shadow Reaper.' And his fear that one day the world will acknowledge the truth feared him to his bones. Whenever Jungkook returned home with blood on his hands, with news of yet another murder attributed to the Reaper, Taehyung couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest. He believed he could have intervened, could have helped Jungkook overcome his struggles and dark thoughts. Instead, he allowed his brother to seek his own form of justice, a decision that weighed heavily on Taehyung's conscience.

Despite the turmoil within him, Taehyung found solace in the fact that the victims of the Shadow Reaper were people who had committed heinous crimes - rapists, sex traffickers, and child abusers. Jungkook took pride in ensuring that those who deserved punishment were held accountable, even if it meant taking matters into his own hands.

In the midst of this complex situation, Taehyung grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between his desire to protect his brother and his own sense of responsibility.

It never failed to amuse Taehyung how Jungkook had managed to carry out those actions without a trace left behind for the authorities to follow, ultimately diverting any suspicion onto Jungkook. The investigation had been ongoing for about three months now, and with the current circumstances, it seemed likely that it would turn into a cold case. Fortunately, Taehyung found solace in the fact that his actions were not harming innocent individuals.

Jungkook, sensing the sudden shift in Taehyung's demeanor, turned to look at him. He noticed Taehyung's gaze fixed on the headline, a mix of anxiety and fear evident in his eyes. "Hyung," Jungkook spoke softly, trying to reassure him, "You don't have to worry about that.

"Jungkookie, I'm feeling anxious. The investigation is really picking up steam. What if... they discover everything?" His voice wavered as he struggled to voice his concerns, the words feeling trapped in his throat.

"Don't worry. Look at this headline. They've hit a dead end now. Hyung, we're safe," Jungkook reassured him, trying to ease his worries.

Taehyung's lips quivered as he questioned, "Why did you have to dump the body in a risky way? You could have done it secretly. Missing persons cases are easier to handle than being suspected of serial killings. I can't bear the thought of losing you, Kookie." Jungkook sensed the pain in Taehyung's voice and paused what he was doing to sit across from him.

"Hyungie, look at me," Jungkook implored, his affection for Taehyung evident in his eyes . "You won't lose me. If you want me to shake off the police tailing me, I'll figure it out. We can make them close the case as a cold one. But I can't promise to stop the killings. But I won't be caught red handed" He took a moment, gazing down at his hands resting on the wooden table. "I'm sorry, Hyungie. I've put you through so much.

"Don't say that, Jungkook," Taehyung gently urged, his voice filled with concern as a silent sob escaped his lips. Taehyung always saw Jungkook as a cherished brother, someone he vowed to protect at all costs. However, there was a lingering guilt in Taehyung's heart for not preventing Jungkook from embracing a path of darkness, allowing him to delve into the realm of killings, nurture his psychopathic tendencies. Despite Taehyung's self-blame, Jungkook firmly believed that his choices were his own burden to bear, not Taehyung's.

"Look, I'd be soo glad if you just ditch all this slaughter. I get it that this hitman job brings in good money, but the toll it takes on you, the countless lives taken... it's so messed up. And I always want you to find a way out of this chaos," Taehyung expressed, his worry evident in his eyes.

"I know, I'll try hyung. I'm too caught up in this web. But trust me. I'm trying" Jungkook reassured Taehyung, placing a comforting hand on his. Deep down, Jungkook grappled with the uncertainty of overcoming his addiction to torture, murder, and gore. Yet he held on to the thought for change somewhere in the corner of his dark heart, if only for the sake of his hyung, the one person who gave him a reason to live.

The one person who he couldn't bear to lose

Jungkook and Taehyung first met at the orphanage. Jungkook's recollections of his life before the orphanage were a little more than nothing, clouded by the tragic events that destroyed his family, which was once cherished with happiness and love. His parents tragically lost their lives at the hands of heartless criminals who invaded their home under the cover of night. His father, was the victim of their brutal attack, endured 18 stab wounds, 11 of which pierced his chest, while the rest inflicted harm on various parts of his abdomen. The attackers completely stole the family's belongings. To compound the horror, they abducted Jungkook's mother, leaving behind a scene of unspeakable violence. When law enforcement arrived, they were met with a horror sight - a 4-year-old Jungkook, lying head injured and bleeding beside his deceased father, his mother nowhere to be found. Tragically, three days later, Jungkook's mother was discovered, a victim of a heinous crime, having suffered a brutal murder and sexual assault by multiple assailants.

The authorities struggled to track down the culprits, ultimately leading to the closure of the case. The injury he sustained had a profound impact on his memory, causing him to forget many cherished moments spent with his parents. However, one memory remained vivid in his mind, clear as daylight - the events of that fateful night. The night his life turned upside down. Despite this recollection, the young four-year-old was left in the dark about the fate of his mother. Those around him were hesitant to disclose the grim truth, as they chose to shield him from the harsh reality by convincing him that the tragic incident was merely an occurrence labeled as a ‘Murder’.

Jungkook was placed in an orphanage due to the absence of suitable relatives to care for him. It was within those walls that he crossed paths with Taehyung, the one person who showed genuine concern for his well-being. Who later became the only guardian figure in Jungkook's life. Even though Jungkook was just two years younger, Taehyung gladly took the role of a protective older brother, shielding Jungkook from the hurtful remarks made by the older children at the orphanage regarding his mother. At that tender age, Jungkook was oblivious to the true nature of those comments until he uncovered the harsh reality himself. The intense fury that surged within him upon this revelation triggered a sinister side of his once innocent heart. A more grotesque side.

Taehyung vividly recalled the moment when 11-year-old Jungkook, fueled by a mix of grief and rage over the disgusting comments made upon his late mother, led into a drastic act - smashing a glass bottle on the head of the offender, Who was the warden of the orphanage himself. The intensity of the situation escalated to a point where Jungkook was accused as a serious threat to the orphanage. In the midst of the situation, Taehyung merely mistook the outrage of the boy as a ‘Hormone induced action’.Despite the shock and fear evoked by Jungkook's behavior, Taehyung's unwavering affection for him endured. Following the incident, Jungkook faced the consequences of his violent outburst, spending a challenging year in a Juvenile Detention Centre. Throughout this period, Taehyung grappled with constant concern for Jungkook's well-being, particularly troubled by the company he was forced to keep - surrounded by peers with criminal inclinations, Who could clearly be the victims of Jungkook's outburst. Or vice versa.

Jungkook was a mere 16 years old when Taehyung celebrated his 18th birthday. It was a significant milestone for Taehyung, who had finally found a place to call home and was preparing to move out. However, Taehyung's heart couldn't bear the thought of leaving his younger brother behind in the confines of the orphanage. Determined to rescue Jungkook from that desolate place, Taehyung made the courageous decision to bring him along on his journey to a brighter future. The way Jungkook's eyes shined that day… It was brighter than their future.

After their departure from Daegu, the brothers started a fresh chapter in Seoul. Taehyung, driven by ambition to provide Jungkook and himself with a peaceful life, prepared for and successfully passed the entrance exams with an outstanding rank. Opting to pursue a degree in Computer Science at the prestigious Seoul National University, Taehyung's decision marked the beginning of a promising academic journey for both him and Jungkook in the bustling city of Seoul. The Seoul where they dreamt to reach one day.

He secured a part-time job to provide for himself and Jungkook. As time passed, Jungkook completed high school and successfully gained admission to Pusan National University. Despite the physical distance, Taehyung couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in Jungkook's academic accomplishments, particularly in earning his degree in criminal law from one of Korea's esteemed universities. By blood they might not be related. But by heart, they were for each other.

Their life seemed to be falling into place seamlessly, with Jungkook graduating, finding a job in a law firm. However, amidst the apparent success, Taehyung failed to detect the subtle signs of an emerging personality disorder in Jungkook. It wasn't until the issue had escalated beyond control that Taehyung realized the fault.

Taehyung was sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through channels as if he had all the time in the world. Meanwhile, Jungkook was tucked away in the corner, engrossed in Taehyung's laptop like it was his own personal playground.

Out of the blue, Jungkook piped up, "Who was that girl?" without even tearing his gaze away from the screen. Taehyung, finally roused from his remote control reverie, shot back, "What girl?"

Jungkook couldn't resist digging for more info about You. It was like watching a detective at work, except with more drama and less Sherlock vibes. Taehyung's teasing was something Jungkook couldn't tolerate. Taehyung went back to casually flipping through channels like he wasn't dying to spill the tea. "An old friend," he said with a chuckle, trying to act all nonchalant.

Jungkook's tone came across as casual, as if he was simply inquiring. However, beneath the surface, his curiosity was piqued, eager to learn more. Yet, the thought of enduring Taehyung's playful taunts all day made him hesitant to delve deeper.

"Ah friend I haven't heard about?" Jungkook finally turned his attention to Taehyung, who was casually lounging on the couch. "How come I never heard about her before?"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, though he didn't mind the questioning. "Well, I actually met her during my senior year. You see, you were in Busan at that time, so I couldn't really introduce her to you. And after we graduated, we sort of lost touch," he explained, shifting his gaze from the Television to Jungkook , who had the hood of his gray hoodie up.

“ Is that all you wanna know, little shit?” Taehyung laid back on the couch like he owned the place. Well, He mostly does.

"Oh, I'm not 'little,' or ‘Shit’ just so you know," he playfully hissed, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Why the sudden interest in (Y/N)?

Don't act like you didn't eye fucked her through the mirror. I was melting between the tension you two had" Taehyung teased, sitting up from the couch. During the car ride, Taehyung had pretended to be asleep at one point, a typical Taehyung move.

With a smirk forming on the younger one's lips "She works at Kang Industries, huh?" Recalling bits and pieces from the previous night, Taehyung struggled to remember everything that had happened, except for the moment he met you and when Jungkook had kindly dropped you off at home.

“Yes. If i remember correctly” Taehyung scratched his head, a little confusion lingering in his statement.

"How did you know? Are you keeping tabs on her online?" Taehyung's question hung in the air without a response. However, he quickly noticed something peculiar. "Hold on a second. Is that my laptop?" The realization dawned on him suddenly, causing a wave of surprise.

"Don't worry, Hyung. I just needed to find some information, that's all," the man reassured him calmly.

"You could have used your own laptop, you know," Taehyung remarked as he made his way over to the man relaxing on the bean bag, taking a seat beside him. "Ah, so you were checking up on her online after all! I had a feeling," Taehyung teased, playfully snapping his fingers in front of Jungkook's face. Jungkook swatted his hand away. "It's probably safer to do that from your account," Jungkook quipped with a smirk. "And by the way, I have some matters to discuss with this 'kitten'."

"Matters? Oh, come on. You mean a hookup," Taehyung remarked with a mischievous glint in his eye as he playfully nudged Jungkook's bicep.

"It intrigued me when she held my gaze for that long. There was an intensity about her, a fierce spark in her eyes. I got this urge to just unleash something within me onto her, and if I get a chance, I won't let it slip away" Jungkook confessed, his grin widening at the wicked notion.

“Don't harm her. She's a delicate person, wears her heart on her sleeve. If you dare to hurt, I'll kill you myself” Taehyung cautioned. To him, this portrayal of your personality was etched in his mind, and it fitted in with the truth. He perceived you as someone with a fragile heart, willing to offer it to anyone in exchange for a few sweetly spoken words.

It was your biggest weakness too. Love. And affection. You would blindly believe anyone who shows you love without even bothering to know whether it is love or they are just taking you for granted. One of the major reasons why your life is as fucked up as it is right now is also the said reason. A heart aching for love. And your naive beliefs

"She's tempting me more than you could imagine, Hyung. The girl is pulling me like a magnet and it hasn't been a whole day. And it's not just about her appearance. Actually it has nothing to do with how she looks. There's something about her that makes me feel completely…what should I say…… captivated," Jungkook mused, reclining as he pondered what exactly set you apart in his eyes. What made him hooked on you so much. Perhaps his inner predator had finally found its perfect prey.

"You're starting to lose it" Taehyung remarked, shaking his head in exasperation. He was done with Jungkook's tendencies. Jungkook was a master at the art of seduction, skilled in sweet talk and manipulation. But he never broke anyone's heart. He always made sure that she. Or sometimes he knows that there's no strings attached. Therefore Taehyung had made peace with Jungkook's flings. His list of body count rivaled his kill count. But Taehyung couldn't stand his reluctance to commit to a woman for something more than sex. But Jungkook's bars were set too high for that. He didn't believe in a constant relationship.

Maybe you unknowingly tugged at the untouched strings of his heart. That's what Taehyung liked to believe. The mere thought of him finding love in someone who truly reciprocates it was the only wish Taehyung wanted to fulfill before his death. The glimmer of interest he noticed in Jungkook's eyes gave a flicker of hope within Taehyung, hinting that perhaps Jungkook might finally feel those feelings, Eventually . Taehyung firmly believed that if you end up to be the one for Jungkook, you'll be the perfect match, capable of showering him with endless love and care, guiding him back to a sense of normalcy. But,

The weight of Jungkook's messed up past proved to be a burden too heavy for anyone to bear, even for someone as compassionate as you.

“But there's more to it than just that. I want her. Maybe just,keep her with me. By my side. I don't know" Jungkook shrugged, looked at Taehyung.

No matter how much time Taehyung spent with Jungkook, He found it difficult to come to terms with Jungkook's more ruthless tendencies.

“Stop looking at me like that, hyung.”

"Oh fuck. late again," you quietly sweared to yourself while briskly walking towards the office. The pencil skirt you were wearing hindered your speed. Just as you were about to reach the office door, a throat clearing sound caught your attention from behind. You recognized the person immediately - Jimin, the CEO's strict personal secretary.

"Late again?" Jimin's voice carried a hint of tease as he stood with his hand on his hip. You turned around slowly to face him, lightly scratching your head.

“ I missed the bus, Again" you gave him a sheepish smile. Jimin, with a cocky raise of his eyebrow, remarked, "Mr. Kang hasn't noticed yet. Unless I decide to report it. Should I?"

"Wait, no, no, no," you quickly responded, feeling the pressure. "One more late complaint and I'm fired. If you want to hang out more with me in the office, then shut your mouth and keep this between us.” You gave him puppy eyes and you knew it was irresistible for Jimin to go against it.

“ Fine” He scoffed ”but no more ‘Being late’ and the lame excuse of missing the bus”

"Wait, boss is here?" You exclaimed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over you at the thought of starting the day with a warning on a bright Monday morning.

"Mr. Hajoon yeah. But let me tell you, dealing with him is like walking on hellfire," Jimin replied sharply, adjusting his round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“Like I haven't dealt with him”

"By the way, the meeting is scheduled to start at 10 o'clock. It's already nine thirty. Is the presentation all set?" Jimin's playful demeanor suddenly shifted as if someone had flipped his 'Workaholic' switch.

"Yes, captain," You responded confidently.

"And the report?" Jimin inquired.

"That too," You assured him.

You were a lot relieved that you weren't tasked with presenting the presentation. Instead, your responsibility was to prepare the PowerPoint and submit the report. You didn't even know what the point of having you in the meeting was.

The meeting itself was, well, quite dull, as meetings tend to be. It was as boring as one could imagine, to the point where you sometimes felt the urge to bang your head on the table. The room was filled with people who seemed to barely even breathe properly. Meetings like these were undoubtedly the least engaging aspect of your job.

As the meeting progressed, both you and Jimin couldn't help but notice the entrance of a new employee. She was a petite girl, exuding a striking beauty with almond-shaped eyes and full lips. At that moment, you couldn't help but think to yourself, ‘Jimin's got some competition now’.

As you observed Hajoon, it was evident that his attention was fixated on the woman's legs with great eagerness, like a hungry dog spotting a piece of meat after being deprived of food for a month. His desire to catch a glimpse under her skirt seemed so intense that one might think he would be willing to sell his company just for that opportunity. It made you wonder, are all men like this?

It was no mystery where the girl was headed after the meeting; Hajoon always seemed to effortlessly obtain what he desired. Throughout your time at this company, spanning over a month, you had walked into numerous occasions where women were seated on his desk, legs spread open. It has become a familiar sight for you by now. Perhaps it would be best to allow the boss some privacy after this. After all, voyeurism was not something that appealed to you.

Lunch break, the golden hour when you finally get to sneak a peek at your phone amidst the chaos of the day. You casually fish it out of your bag and start strolling towards the canteen. And then, out of the blue, Jimin pops up like a ninja. "Heading to the canteen?" he asks, all nonchalant.

"Yep, I'm starving," you reply, half-jokingly. Your stomach grumbled in response

"Let's roll together then. I'm starving too, could eat an elephant," Jimin quips as you both make your way.

Finding your usual spot in the corner, the one you and Jimin always claim when you're lunch buddies, you placed your orders and waited eagerly. When the food finally arrived, Jimin attacked his meal as if he'd been stranded on a deserted island without a crumb in sight. "Calm down dude. No need to inhale your food," you teased, biting back your laugh.

Between bites of tteokbokki ramen, Jimin manages to mumble, "I live for this stuff." You can't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, digging into your own bowl of ramen, savoring each bite. It's no wonder Jimin's going at it like there's no tomorrow; this ramen is simply irresistible.

All of a sudden, a gentle ding emanated from your phone, catching your attention. Curious, you glanced at the screen to find a text notification from an anonymous number. This occurrence was strange, considering your limited circle of friends and your reserved nature when it came to making new friends .

Unknown number : Enjoying Your lunch, Angel?

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the unexpected message. You side-eye Jimin, who's attacking his food like it owes him money. "Someone texted me,"

"It says 'Enjoy your lunch, angel.' I think someone might be keeping tabs on me." Time to unleash your Sherlock Holmes, Jimin.But nope, he's too busy devouring his meal to care."Don't lose your cool, (Y/N). Maybe it's just an office prankster trying to mess with you," Jimin suggests, nonchalantly. "If this is a joke, someone's gonna pay.

Unknown number: No Angel, This is not a prank.

Then you were 100% sure you were getting stalked

So, you, being the curious cat you are, decide to shoot back a message, asking,

(Y/N) : Then who in the world are you?

And just like that, a quick response pops up.

Unknown number: You'll find out. Just hang tight until you're done with work.

Jimin, in his usual nonchalant manner, lets out a burp in response as you were having your detective moment. "Looks like this person will show themselves after work hours. Hey, Jimin, are you even listening?" you ask.

"Of course, I am. And I could really go for another bowl," Jimin declares with a grin.

As you got the mysterious message and suddenly you're more curious than scared to uncover the identity of this secret sender. And you've always been the cat with curiosity. And it played a major role when it came to errorism.

As soon as the clock hit five, you sprang up from your seat, bid farewell to Jimin and the gang, and sauntered out of the office. Your eyes were on high alert, scanning the area for anyone who might match the description of the elusive messenger. But, no luck. Jimin was right - it was all just a silly prank. You let out a frustrated sigh. Just as you were about to call it a day, a faint whistle caught your attention from behind.

You turned around and there he was, a dude decked out in all black, wearing a black helmet

, casually leaning against his sleek Kawasaki. Even his bike was as dark as night, like he took a dip in a can of black paint along with his ride.

he whips off his helmet, You catch a glimpse of his face and you instinctively blinked your eyes to make sure it's him. No way, "Jung... kook?"

He put on a smirk as he strolls over with the manliest walk you've ever seen. An epitome of masculinity.

"You were the unknown sender?"

"Surprised it wasn't someone else?" he smirks, subtly tilting his head as he stands right in front of you. And hold up, how did you miss that lip ring before?

"Wait a minute, were you stalking me?" you shoot him a narrowed look, trying to meet his gaze.

"Stalking's a bit harsh, Sweetheart. I was just keeping an eye on what's mine," he smirks down at you. She's got some fire in her eyes, and he can't help but feel drawn to her. It's like a spark igniting between them, making things even more interesting. “I was wondering why it took you so long to come”?

“ Come to where?” You raised an eyebrow

“To my life,”

"Seriously, what the fuck?" you exclaimed, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. what's the deal with him?. "Oh, so you know how to swear, huh? Impressive," Jungkook remarked with a smirk, poking his cheek with his tongue.

"Come on, Jungkook. Enough with the pranks," you said, rolling your eyes in exasperation. Just as you were about to storm off, he grabbed your arm firmly. "Hold up, listen to me, Angel," he said, pulling you back to your previous position. .

You couldn't help but wonder what he was up to next. "What now?" you asked, feeling his grip shift from your arm to your cheek. His fingers traced lightly over your skin, and suddenly it dawned on you what he was after. Ah, the classic move.

It was rare for someone to openly display their interest on you or compliment you. Hence It was like finding a unicorn in a sea of horses. You might not be on the cover of a magazine, but you're not blending into the wallpaper either. You're in that spot right in the middle. In the middle of the spectrum

So, it's no surprise that the number of love confessions you've received isn't hitting the double digits. You're not drowning in them, just a handful here and there. And It was your first time when someone openly showed interest and showered you with admiration, And you stood there, basking in the glow of it all, with a little smile creeping onto your face.

He leaned in close, a mischievous grin played on his lips “What about we take a ride around the city? Me and you?”. His voice, deep and smooth, tickled your ear as his warm breath brushed against your cheek. The tension was irresistible. "Don't tell me you don't like motorbike rides." That went smoothly.

You, fired back with a smirk, "I love it."

Jungkook revved up his bike, zoomed down the road at a speed that's definitely not within the legal limit. But you only live once. The rush of the wind, the thrill of the ride - it was like you were leaving a trail of excitement in your wake. With each passing minute, Jungkook pushed the speed even further, and you couldn't help but let out screams of pure exhilaration.

You clinged to Jungkook's waist for dear life, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It was a choice between holding on tight or risking a tumble, and you were all in. Little did you realize, in your excitement, that your hands were inadvertently giving Jungkook's abs a bit of a massage. And He was totally digging it.

After a heart-pounding ride, Jungkook finally brought the bike to a stop.

You were clinging onto him like a koala, one hand gripping his black shirt tightly. He glanced back at you from his shoulder, catching your breathless state after all the screaming. It had been ages since you had this much fun. It was just fantastic. "You enjoying yourself, Sweetheart?"

You gazed up at him, a small grin forming on your lips as you nodded. "Absolutely awesome," you managed to reply before resting your head on his shoulder. Now that you noticed, he's quite muscular. His shoulder felt like a solid metal pillow.

"Of course you loved it," he chuckled, oozing confidence. You couldn't help but ask, "So, spill it, why were you creeping on me like that?" Your head still resting on his shoulder, you awaited his response. "I thought I already told you. I was just keeping an eye on what's mine," he replied, glancing over his shoulder with a mischievous grin.

Raising your head, you quirked an eyebrow, silently urging him to elaborate. "And what exactly is yours?" you prodded playfully. He avoided your gaze, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, come on, you really want me to spell it out for you?" he teased. "Why did you have to sneak your way into my thoughts that night? You could've just walked away” He played his cards right, knowing all too well how to push your buttons. You watched him intently, a mix of surprise and curiosity written all over your face.” What do you see in me?”

“You think there's nothing to see in you. Which makes you more attractive. Feisty but lacking confidence. I can fix that” He bit his inner cheek as he looked back at her and studied each expression blooming on her face.

“You don't know me Jungkook. You don't know anything” You warned him. Your past was burdening your present and him blindly being interested in you was pointless.

He raised his hand, delicately tracing along her lower lip with his fingertip “I know everything”

“No you don't, there are more which you have no idea abou-”

“About your days in the mental hospital?” He instantly interrupted her “I know that too. I know what you've been through. I know your conditions. And I know that it's weighing you down. You were even reluctant to tell Hyung. But (Y/N). Look at me” you were at a point where resistance was pointless. You looked into his doe eyes, the intensity in his gaze too much to bear.

"Your past does not define you,(Y/N/N)

. It is your present that defines who you are. And I have faith in that," he expressed gently, his gaze returning to study her expressions closely as if searching for a sign of understanding.

"I gotta go home," you stated wearily, feeling utterly drained to the core. The mere thought of revisiting the events of the past was something you wished to avoid. "I can give you a ride. Hop on," he offered, grasping the handlebars of his bike and nodding towards the seat, inviting you to join him.

His Kawasaki came to a smooth stop in front of your apartment building, the engine purring softly as he cut it off. You gracefully hopped off the bike, reaching out to steady yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder. "I... Uh... Thank you for the ride around the city. It's been a while since I had such a good time," you expressed sincerely. However, Jungkook, ever perceptive, was keenly observing your every expression.

"Then we should hang out more often" he suggested, tilting his head slightly as he gazed at you with a newfound intensity. "I'll try" you replied with a tight-lipped smile, nodding in agreement. The idea of spending more time with him was appealing; there was a sense of familiarity that belied the fact that you had only met him a day ago.

"Care for some coffee or are you in a rush?” you managed to ask without stumbling over your words. "I would be delighted, Angel," he responded smoothly. Jungkook was not one to beat around the bush; he knew what he wanted, and he was unapologetically direct about it. The air was charged with anticipation as you both headed inside, ready for a night that promised to be more than just a simple coffee.

You turned the doorknob of the apartment, the hinges creaking softly as you pushed the door open and flicked on the lights. Your taste in interior design was minimalistic, favoring a clean aesthetic with a color scheme of white and gray dominating the space. Jungkook followed behind you, closing the door with a soft click as he entered. His hands casually slipped into his pockets, a gesture that exuded a sense of ease and confidence.

"Let's cut to the chase, angel. We both know it's not just about coffee, is it?" Jungkook's voice was smooth, laced with a hint of mischief as he leaned in slightly, his magnetic presence drawing you closer.

"In a way, no, it's not," you confessed, your mind clouded with desire, unable to resist his charm. Jungkook's smirk widened in triumph, reveling in the thrill of the chase. While he was accustomed to effortlessly winning over women, getting them to the bedroom. But this conquest felt different, more satisfying.

Without hesitation, he gently cupped your cheeks, his lips meeting yours in a swift yet electrifying kiss. A gasp escaped your lips, the intensity of the moment catching you off guard. Despite the whirlwind of sensations, you found yourself leaning into him, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of his touch.

His kiss was nothing short of mesmerizing, each brush of his lips igniting a fire within you, stirring up a potent mix of desire and arousal. The mere contact left you breathless, your body responding eagerly to his every move. As you sensed your panties soaking from the overwhelming pleasure, you couldn't help but feel a wave of heat rush through you, a clear sign of your body's undeniable reaction to his seduction.

In that moment, you realized how much turned on you are. ‘Just from a kiss? Control (Y/N). Well how can I?’

Jungkook's movements were swift and deliberate as he found the sensitive spot on your neck, his lips leaving a trail of his intense passion. With one hand firmly gripping your ass, he held you in the powerful embrace. You were in the grasp of a beast, ready to devour you. As he deftly tugged down the strap of your top, revealing your shoulder, his lips and teeth left a trail of kisses and nibbles along your skin.

Drawing you closer to his strong, muscular body, he wrapped you in a cocoon of his heat and desire, the unmistakable presence of his arousal pressing against you. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere," you managed to whisper, your breath hitching in your chest. Unyielding in his pursuit, he continued his assault with his lips moving from your neck to your shoulder, each touch leaving an imprint on your skin.

He gently tugged at the sheer fabric of your top, a mischievous glint in his eye after playfully teasing you in it. With a swift movement, your bra joined your top on the floor, revealing your form to him. He stood there, taking in the sight before him, finding you perfect. Always. "Such a goddess," he whispered, his words leaving a soft blush on your cheeks. He could kiss those cheeks until his lips hurt, and without hesitation, he pressed his lips against your delicate skin. In that moment of heat and desire, you couldn't help but find his gesture endearing and sweet. Cheek kisses were a rarity for you, a simple act that stirred emotions you had seldom experienced in your 25 years of life.

"Have you done this before, or you want me to go gentle on you?" he inquired gently, pulling back slightly to give you the opportunity to express your desires. What a gentleman. "The choice is yours," you found yourself mesmerized by the warmth of his soft brown eyes, a gaze that could easily captivate anyone. "But I am not inexperienced."

“Then this night is gonna be long. For both of us”

@looneybleus

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7ndipity · 2 years ago

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There's a bug

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: how they would react to you telling them that there's a big bug in the kitchen.

Warnings: mentions of insects obviously, mentions of some violence towards said insects

A/N: more absolute nonsense because it made me laugh, idk

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: Tries to pull some MacGyver shit with a lighter and an aerosol can(pls don't do this omg), sets kitchen on fire, the bug gets away.

Yoongi: Just kills it with a napkin and goes on with his day. Was a little too calm about it tbh(you start to worry that you might be living with a hit man or serial killer)

Hobi: Barricades himself in the bedroom and calls pest control(or Yoongi)

Namjoon: Tries to catch it in a cup or smth, but it ends up flying at his face

Jimin: He already knew it was there. He was hoping you could be the one to get rid of it, please🥺

Taehyung: Picks you up and just walks out the door. "We don't live there anymore."

Jungkook: "Oh, that's Gerald." "Excuse me?" "No, it's okay, he's chill, he's not like Roger." "Who the fuck is Roger?!" "We don't talk about Roger."

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All she had to do was obey.

If she did, nothing would happen to her or her loved ones.

It couldn’t be any simpler than that, right?

This was her life now.

“Yes, I did…” Jiyeon answered, inching closer to the doorway, standing at the open door. She didn’t enter, not until he beckoned her over, and she just sat next to him, not sure what he wanted of her.

…In 2 days…

That caught her attention, and she looked up at him, trying to ignore the odd sensation in her body as his thumb caressed her skin.

“A trip…?” Jiyeon was surprised, did he mean that he was going on a trip? No no, he clearly said that they were going on a trip. Taehyung didn’t give Jiyeon any more details than this, though; only instructions to bag her things and throw in things that he’d like.

“Y-yes, alright…” She looked down at her lap. Jiyeon parted her lips to ask him more about this mysterious trip they’d be going on, but instead she was dismissed, and she nodded, heading back to her house wife duties.

—

Jiyeon had assumed that they’d be driving to another town perhaps, or go on a simple trip to somewhere like the local beach. But to her surprise, it was neither of those.

They were traveling by plane, a private jet even.

“Wow.” She breathed as she sat down, glancing out of the window, excitement soon filling up her sleepy body. They were going on a trip, a real trip; somewhere abroad.

“I don’t think so. It’s nice… to go somewhere, someplace different from your home, ah, I mean, I don’t mean that in a bad way, the house is nice! Just.. It’s nice to be in a different environment…” She stammered, picking at her sleeve. Jiyeon knew better than to make Taehyung regret taking her on this trip.

Soon, the flight departed, and it wasn’t too long until the girl fell asleep for a short slumber… They had to be awake and going at an ungodly hour so it was no surprise, but unfortunately for Jiyeon she was awakened from her slumber a mere hour later when the private jet landed.

Her, no, their vacation officially started.

Jiyeon took in the sight of the island she had only seen snippets of on TV or in magazines— it was everything she thought it would be and more. For breakfast, the couple sat down at a family cafe at the beach, and Jiyeon could feel all the stress that she was holding melt away as she closed the eyes and felt the sun on her face, a gentle breeze running through her locks. The smell was crisp; it reminded her of the early mornings at the farm and strolls through the village she was raised in. It was relaxing and everything she needed.

After the breakfast, they strolled through the shops, and walked in a store, Taehyung was nearby, eyeing at some of the watches whereas she was nearby looking at some of the jewelry displayed on the shelves. One in particular caught her attention, a set of emerald earrings and she turned the tag around, her eyes widening at the price and promptly looking at the next items, their prices nowhere better than the prior earrings.

“I apologize, Miss, but our selection might be a bit beyond what you’re used to. Perhaps the flea market on Sunday would have something more aligned with what you’re looking for? The flea market is more suited for people with… economical taste.”

At first, Jiyeon didn’t realize the sales clerk was speaking to her, until she cleared her throat and caught her attention. Her eyes shifted from the jewelry to the woman, who was dressed in uniform with layers of make up on her face, her hair was slicked back into a ponytail.

“Oh… right.” Jiyeon stammered, embarrassment creeping up her face when she came eye to eye with the woman’s condescending gaze and felt the other customers’ eyes on her. “Sorry…” Jiyeon wasn’t sure what else to say, instead she moved back to Taehyung’s side, holding onto his arm, like a wounded puppy.

Is this how people saw her next to Taehyung? Granted, the woman wasn’t entirely wrong— she could never pay for the items in the shop, especially now that she didn’t even have any income, but is this what she would be subjected to for the rest of her life? To be seen as the lesser person?

Is that what Namjoon thought of her? Taehyung’s family? His cousin? His grandmother? Everyone in his network?

Meanwhile, the sales agent slowly came to the realization that the young girl wasn’t by herself, worse, she seemed to be with a man who alluded money; his clothing of the finest materials, his shoes made of real leather, and now looking at the girl’s clothing, she couldn’t miss how she was also dressed in designer clothing.

Did the man notice? Was there still room to make this right?

The earrings, right, the earrings, which one was she looking at again? The woman grabbed the pair of sapphire earrings, then made her way to the couple.

“Madam, you were looking at these, correct? Oh those are gorgeous! You have a splendid taste. You see, the gold has been imported from the USA and the Sapphire from Laos, only the finest quality. This one comes in a set, could I interest you in trying it on?”

Jiyeon glanced over at the woman, she glanced briefly at the color of the gems, blue, not the green one she was eyeing, and she shook her head. “No… thanks.” She held onto Taehyung’s arm firmer, not wanting to even speak to the woman.

She just wanted to go back to the hotel.

[🎙️]

“Wow.” Jiyeon breathed, pulling a grin onto Taehyung’s expression.

Her age, her inexperience, was showing. As adorable as it was, he wouldn’t outwardly admit that to her.

“Careful.” Taehyung simply warned her rambling, nearly treading on thin ice, yet with a smile tugging the corner of his lips as he watched her stammer under his stare.

He couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the girl. The way her expression seemed so amazed, in awe at the sights around her as the plane took off. The excitement that was obviously buzzing through her sleepy frame experiencing her first ever trip. Because of him. Or how stiff she originally seemed in the expensive leather chair, before finally relaxing back into it. Eventually drifting off back to sleep.

“Is there anything I can grab you, Mr Kim?” The stewardess approached the couple. A polite smile on her face, hands folded in front of her. Yet she came her voice hushed, not wanting to wake his sleeping companion.

“Coffee, thank you.” The man simply replied, letting her start to walk away before pausing. “Would you grab a blanket too?”

The woman nodded, shortly returning with his requests. The coffee placed in front of him, while he took the blanket, loosely draping it over his soon fiancé.

Part of him wanted her to be awake, maybe wake her up himself, to witness it all, everything he truly had. Everything she got to have by being with him.

No one else, not a classmate from her old studies or a member from her fractured family could offer her a life like this. Not a single soul.

No one else could give her this life, but him.

After a mere few hours, the plane landed across the country. To a certain island known well to everyone.

The sun shined brighter than before, the sky reflecting the ocean’s crystal blue.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart.” Taehyung whispered in his little bird’s ear, taking her hand and guiding her up.

Staff unloaded their luggage into a car before a driver whisked them away.

First, they started with breakfast, a family minded cafe on the beach, before they drove into town, down the streets of bustling shops and restaurants.

Over time, Jiyeon’s closet had gotten to his taste, and he knew she listened to him and packed the best of what she owned, but tonight was going to be special.

She needed something to wear specially for it.

“Pull over here.” Taehyung called out to the driver, only getting out when the car rolled to a stop outside of a boutique. “We’ll be back soon.” With that, he popped the door open, holding it for his darling, taking her hand in his when she got close enough.

“We are picking you out an outfit for tonight, a proper one.” Taehyung whispered in her ear as they ventured inside, bells chiming as the glass door pushed open. “Show me I can trust you again.”

After that stupid little stunt she pulled.

He let go of her hand, guiding her with a hand on her back towards a wrack of clothes.

Taehyung kept a close eye on his young little bird, watching as she looked around the store, but he parted away from her, gravitating towards a collection of watches.

Perhaps he should find something for Namjoon while they were out. The mayoral election was set to take place during their trip after all.

The killer, wrapped up in his thoughts, missed the store clerk creeping up to his fiancé. The way she made the girl’s face drop, almost instantly.

“Have you found anything?” Taehyung tore his eyes away from the array of watches, glancing down as the girl wrapped her arms around his.

She already acted so much like a couple with him. It was almost too perfect, like they were destined to be. Their lives already predecided, written by fate.

But he couldn’t get lost in those thoughts. Now beside him, he could clearly make out how she seemed watered down. Like something snuffed out her twinkling light.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

Before Jiyeon could answer, the store clerked pushed herself into their conversation. As if she was a different person, her second face showing, the woman’s voice happily chirped, muttering about a pair of earrings the girl held no interest in.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung kept his attention on his girl, ignoring the obnoxiously bubbly woman in front of them.

“Nothing is wrong!” The woman tried to cover, answering for the stupid young girl. “She was looking at our selection of jewelry. These weren’t the ones you were after? Was there another colour I could grab —”

“I was not addressing you.” Taehyung voice’s cut through the woman’s, cold. Disdainful. His hand lifted to Jiyeon’s chin, making her meet his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He repeated, holding up his hand to silence the woman who tried to interrupted. Yet again. “Tell me, I won’t ask again.”

Once the truth was spilled, like a knocked over cup of tea, Taehyung’s expression hardened. “Is that so?” Slowly, he turned back to the store employee. “This is how your store likes to treat their paying customers?”

“No, no sir! Not at all.” She tried to cover, nervous sweat beading at her hairline. “And I had no idea she was with someone like you—”

“Someone like me?” Taehyung countered, catching her tongue. “What are you trying to say, hm? Does that matter here?”

Like a lawless pack of wolves, the other customers started to switch sides. At first, their judgemental glares flashed towards Jiyeon. Another lowlife middle class who couldn’t afford to shop here.

But their now sights set like rabid dogs on the employee, who tactlessly jumped to conclusions, insulting someone who radiated such a high status. Higher than them all.

“Yeah, what’s that suppose to mean?”

“Classist bitch.”

“Let’s go.” Taehyung whispered, wrapped an arm around Jiyeon waist, guiding her towards the exit.

“I, I..” The worker a few steps back, before scrambling to grasp what little straws she had left. “I-I thought she was stealing! I swear I saw her go to put something in her pockets! Hey, let me check your jacket before you leave.”

The woman grasped Jiyeon’s sleeve, starting to yank her back before her grasp on the fabric got yanked away. “Enough.” Taehyung spoke lowly, pulling the woman closer to him for no one else but the 3 of them to hear. “It will take me exactly 2 phone calls for me to completely destroy everything you love in your life. Do you want that..” He paused as he read her name tag. “Seoyun.”

The woman rapidly shook her head.

“Then apologize to my fiancé. Now. Make it for everyone to hear.” The man’s grip on her wrist loosened, letting go.

“I..” She looked around at all eyes on her.

“Tick tock.” Taehyung quietly taunted, pulling Jiyeon back in towards him.

“.. I’m so sorry, miss.” She bowed. “Please forgive my ignorance. I’m a liar, I beg for your forgiveness.”

Taehyung nodded for the girl to answer, before finally guiding her out of the store, walking across the street to a different shop.

“Hey.” The man suddenly paused once they reached the sidewalk. “Keep your head up.” His hand cupped her cheek as he leaned down towards her, his eyes on her sweet lips. “She’ll get what’s coming to her, I won’t let her get away unpunished.”

His lips stole hers in a kiss.

For once, he couldn’t give a shit if someone was looking.

Let them.

After a few drawn out seconds, he pulled away. “Come.” He led her into the second shop, this time keeping to her side, picking her out options as they searched through the racks.

Taehyung sat on the sofas as Jiyeon changed into each different pick.

After the curtain shut, his phone pulled out from his pocket.

“.. Yes, Maehwa Boutique. I want information on all their locations, all their employees.”

“Yes, sir.” His assistant spoke from the other line, before it went dead.

Seoyun.

She had no idea what was coming for her.

He might’ve let it go, if only she didn’t push it past the point of no return. He wanted her life gone. Blacklisted. Destroyed.

He wanted her to wish death was the more forgiving punishment.

#🎙anon #yandere taehyung #serial killer!taehyung

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silv3rswirls · 1 year ago

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bts - heavy content

includes heavier topics that don't fit in my main, fluffier masterlist and aren't full-out dark fics.

Frenzy: He’d have to force himself to stop feeding; he wasn’t an animal after all. (Taehyung, vampire au)

Cicada: Something was changing around you, you could feel it. You weren’t sure what was happening, but something had changed. (Namjoon, mental health, breakups)

bts - dark content

includes darker topics like yandere aus, heavier mental health talk, stalking, violence, religious themes, etc.

Jin - none

Worship me: Didn’t you deserve it? (Yoongi, yandere, obsession, online stalking/harassment, 18+)

Fawn: Hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? ( Yoongi, 18+, age gap(reader is 18), corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, very vague mentions of familial abuse

Sweet Thing: Sweet thing; mourning lamb. Believe him good or evil, or somewhere in between. He doesn’t care, what’s done is done. (Yoongi, cults, religious themes, abuse of power, sex, corruption kink, manipulation, coercion, dead animals)

Scrap: “You’ll always be trash to be thrown away; but not to me.” (Hoseok, pseudo-incest, obsession, manipulation, degradation, light smut, light mentions of neglect and depression)

Worm: Even a worm will turn. (Hoseok, yandere, slight violence, implied kidnapping)

Garden: “I’ll plant thousands just for you.” (Jimin, yandere, stepbrother Jimin, murder, very minor descriptions of violence, fluff)

Grin and Bear it: (Taehyung) part one(Mentioned stalking and violence, fear, reader is yandere, Tae is some kind of otherworldly being or something.part two(Fear, tears, blood, minor descriptions of sex, Yandere otherworldly Tae, degradation(?)

Stalker: He wanted you alone, but now that he's got you where he wants, Jungkook can't help but act. (JK, andere, stalking)

Angel: He caught an angel, kept her locked in his basement. (JK, yandere, angst, murder, kidnapping)

I’m Not Human At All: Something seems rotten in him, gross and morbid, and it’s starting to spread. (Stepbrother Jungkook, yandere, descriptions of violence, angsty, disturbing thoughts)

Lamb: Saw you love you, want you, love you (Jungkook, werewolves, yandere, blood/injury, kidnapping)

Untitled smut (18 +, yandere JK, jealousy, possessiveness, minor talk of violence/fighting (not towards reader), implied fighting, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, spit, finger sucking, some blood)

Hound: What did a suffering lamb even accomplish? Who did it save, when would it end? (serial killer/yandere JK, kidnapping, religious themes, death)

#bts masterlist #dark fic masterlist

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weishenbwi · 2 years ago

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Write a story about serial killer Jeon Jungkook and detective Kim Taehyung. Jungkook has tattoos and piercings and is a yandere. Taehyung is trying to solve the murders.

Jeon Jungkook was a man of contradictions. On the one hand, he was a successful businessman with a charming smile and a magnetic personality that made him the life of the party. But on the other hand, he was also a yandere, consumed by a dangerous obsession with a woman he believed was his true love. This obsession led him down a dark path, one that involved multiple murders and a trail of blood that led straight to his doorstep.

Detective Kim Taehyung was assigned to the case, and he was determined to bring the killer to justice. He had heard about Jungkook's tattoos and piercings, but he didn't think they would have any bearing on the case. After all, a killer was a killer, regardless of their appearance.

As Taehyung delved deeper into the investigation, however, he began to realize that Jungkook's tattoos and piercings were more than just a fashion statement. They were a part of his persona, a way for him to assert his dominance over his victims and to intimidate anyone who might try to stop him.

Taehyung spent long hours poring over crime scene photos and interviewing witnesses, trying to piece together a profile of the killer. He discovered that Jungkook had a pattern - he always targeted women who resembled his lost love, and he always left behind a distinctive mark, a symbol that he had tattooed on his own body.

With this knowledge, Taehyung began to close in on Jungkook. He tracked him to his lavish penthouse apartment, where he found evidence linking him to the murders. But when he confronted Jungkook, the killer was ready for him.

Jungkook lunged at Taehyung, his tattoos and piercings gleaming in the dim light. Taehyung fought back, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to subdue the killer. In the end, he emerged victorious, and Jungkook was taken into custody.

As Taehyung walked away from the scene, his mind was racing with thoughts of what could have been. If he had been just a little bit slower, just a little bit less skilled, Jungkook could have taken him down. But he didn't dwell on those thoughts for long. He had a job to do, and he was damn good at it. And with one more killer off the streets, he knew that he had made a difference in the world.

#chatgpt #lol this is so entertaining to me #but the writing could improve tenfold #bts #jungkook #taehyung #yandere #jungkook serial killer #prompt #good bot #that first paragraph is so funny to me though #the way it reads... it's not even a little bit serious #*FINISHED READING*#PLEASE THIS IS SO FUNNY #comedy

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skazoo · 9 months ago

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slow and blue and endless.

↳ kim taehyung x f!reader

someone stared at you through the window. you had always felt safe in your own home, shutting out the scary, real world. but a window is just glass, and glass… oh it breaks so, so easily.

length. 1.7k

genre. angst, yandere

warnings/tags. language, obsessive behavior, implied stalking, yandere themes, mind break, emotional manipulation, love bombing(?), mention of mental illnesses, physical violence, kinda gruesome allusion to murder, dark themes overall, minors advised to dni.

networks. none for this.

notes. [THIS IS A REPOST BC TUMBLR TAGS WON'T WORK AND I ALMOST CRIED<;3]

GAH these photos are so 80s serial killer making a creepy videotape that's gonna get edited in a true crime documentary coded...... i know you're seeing my vision, i KNOW it.... anywayyyyyy this is kinda not proofread, and i wrote it while i was supposed to be studying for my exams a while back!! because when am i inspired if not when i shouldn't be?? i hope you like it and i swear something is almost ready for me to publish please wait a little longer (for my engenes and atiny besties)

⚠️ it goes without saying that i in no way condone any obsessive/stalking/creepy/violent behavior and despite this being "x reader" i'm not in any way romanticizing anything i'm writing. also this, as you all know, is fiction and names are merely a narrating mean. ⚠️

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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in a way you’ve always loved him. he knows. you don’t even have to say it out loud for him to be happy.

but sometimes it feels like you take him for granted. sometimes you make him really, really angry and that, he can’t let pass. and it's not for his sake but for yours. always everything for you. he has to make you understand that there are things you can’t do if you want to stay safe from the outside world. safe from him, sometimes.

running away is one of those ugly, wretched things you know well he hates, and he slams you against the wall and drags you back through the front door into the house by your hair, he bashes your head on the kitchen counter, near the fire of the stove he’s been preparing lunch with to make you understand a concept you're apparently too dumb to grasp.

“what the fuck did i tell you about running, uh?” seething with undiluted rage .

“i just wanted to go outside, tae. i swear!”

“i said what the fuck did i tell you about running!? do you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?!” his voice booms inside the walls of your head, an endless echo that makes bitter tears gather at the back of your eyes and spill over.

your face is burning. tongues of fire lick at your cheeks, a scorching caress that reminds you of taehyung's. his palm always leaves a brand behind, reminding him and yourself that he’s there.

your hands scramble for his in a miserable attempt to lessen his hold. “i’m sorry, tae! so sorry, please! please!”

his closed fist in your hair pushes your head closer to the heat. “i’ll fucking kill you if i have to, you know that right–” it’s not a question, merely a promise, but you nod anyway, frantically, desperately– “they’ll never stop finding your body, baby. do you understand?” he screams and shakes you with his hands tight in your hair when you only cry in response.

“i said,” leaning in, mouth brushing over your ear. chills go down your back as his voice turns sickeningly mellow as if he’s whispering sweet nothings instead of threats, “do you understand?”

“yes! yes! god, yes i understand! tae, i’m so sorry! it’s all my fault! it’s all my fault!”

your mindless babbles seem to humor him and he moves your head at a safer distance. “and why is that?”

“ ‘twas my fault! i put myself in danger if i run. tae, please! i’m so sorry!”

and you cry and cry and cry until you have nothing to give. until there’s only emptiness in your head that’s resting on his shoulder. until his shushes really feel reassuring. until he sits you down at the table to eat the lunch he prepared, the one that was so close to killing you. you nibble on it, too weak to really even taste the flavors.

he breaks the empty silence between you with a question. you startle at the sound of his voice and force your heavy eyes to focus on him.

“aren't you curious? about why i chose you?”

“no.”

he scrunches his eyebrows and regards you with a slightly displeased look that has you shrinking back on your chair.

“but i want to tell you…” he whines.

you don’t say anything about his antics. despite him behaving like a child you’re terrified of what his reaction would be if you actually treated him like one, so you press your lips together and wait.

“i like people that like me.” and it’s so simple how he says it. obvious, even.

“but why do you think i like you?” quietly, meekly.

he seems to like the question, his boxy smile one full of teeth that in other circumstances you would have found endearing. now it only makes him look like a predator, an animal, drool dribbling down his fangs, jaw ready to snap close around your neck if —and ultimately, when— you say or do the wrong thing.

“oh, i was so happy, Y/N,” he coos, your name curling in his mouth with ease, as if you’re always been around each other, as if it belongs there, “that when i chose you, you came with me.”

your mouth gapes open at the absurdity of it all. you wonder if he really thinks that you wanted all of this, that you wanted to be taken from your home. you’d ask your old psychology professor if you’d be correct to label him as a narcissist of sorts. a man with too much power, and free time, and loneliness to exhaust all on himself that he had to go around looking for a scapegoat for his secret misery.

“i didn’t– i didn’t come to you, taehyung. i didn’t have a choice.”

“so you were almost forced to come?”

“no,” it comes out more as a question than an answer and you lower your head in search of a way to rationalize the conversation at hand, “i was completely forced–”

“that’s what you tell yourself,” he retorts before you can even finish your sentence.

“it’s what i know is true,” you spit somewhat offended by his insinuation.

his smile is a sick thing when you raise your head from the food on your plate —cold and uninviting. the smell alone makes you want to throw up.

“are you sure?”

your anger leaves space for an unnerving sense of confusion. “what does that– what?”

your frown deepens as you watch him play around with his lunch. you follow his hands pushing back his glasses on his nose. the sick look of complacency that dances on his face seems to speak words that make the hairs at the back of your neck raise in dreadful anticipation. i know something about you that you don’t, his eyes say, and that alone is enough to make you want to scream.

he knows nothing!, you’d be shouting to the usually calm neighborhood, i haven’t told him anything about myself. he can’t know anything! he knows nothing! he knows nothing! you’d holler to the kids walking home from school hand in hand with their mothers who’d be looking at you with contempt, unaware of who lives among them. a wolf in sheep's clothing that could easily make you look like a psychopath.

you’d do it, you swear to yourself that you’d do it all if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve got the inkling fear that you’ve truly gone mad. the doubt that crawls on your back and makes its way in your ears, slithering then, with much glee into your delusional brain.

how long have you been in this house? his house or the one you bought together once you finished college? did you meet him on a slow rainy day outside a coffee shop or did you catch him staring at you from the window before he broke in and took you from your bed, leaving behind torn sheets and a broken frame with a picture of your friends? does your mind deceive you? are you sane? is he?

it feels like you've had this exact same conversation with him an infinite number of times, always stuck in a loop of unease and sadness that you really can’t explain. loving looks sent your way melt into scary grimaces sometimes and all you can feel is guilt because that’s tae. your tae. the man you chose, the man that chose you.

you realize your vacant eyes are crying when you feel a thumb swipe your cheek with a gentleness that makes your stomach churn in disgust and again a voice tells you that there’s something wrong with you.

“baby, are you alright?”

the way you look at him does nothing to the sick warmth brewing in his stomach. your shiny little doe eyes peeking up at him from under wet lashes, asking for forgiveness that taehyung would never deny you. nose red from the frustration of being lost in your own mind and mouth parted as if to ask him to show you the way, the truth that you seem to have lost.

he stands up and rounds the table to you for you to bury your head in his chest. sobs shake your tired form.

“shh, it’s okay, baby. i swear everything it’s okay. it happens to forget.”

“i’m sorry, tae,” you plead through broken breaths. “i’m so sorry, please.”

he shushes you. lips plant themselves in the crown of your head, a hand rubs at your back soothingly.

later, in the late evening, you lie in your bed. a bed. the sheets smell of him and the air you breathe does not feel like the one you're used to, but you’re calm. you think you are. maybe.

soft snores sound from behind you and you attempt to turn your head to make sure it’s him.

“tae?” you let out a whisper. not one that expects itself to be heard.

“yeah?” voice hoarse from sleep.

“nothing.”

he buries his nose in the hair at the nape of your neck, inhaling the shampoo he bought for you. “what?”

“just wanted to make sure you were still here.”

“i’m always here, baby.”

you hum.

minutes pass slowly, like molasses, as if the hand of the seconds inside the alarm on your nightstand is fighting an invisible force, a wall of rubber that threatens to bounce time back. you think he’s fallen back asleep. breath slowing, chest heaving, lulling you to slumber.

you close your eyes. “tae?”

he doesn’t answer. a car alarm sounds from outside the closed curtains, its prolonged blaring bringing a certain agitation in your otherwise silent night. a breath of summer wind leaves bumps on your skin in its wake. you sigh and his arms tighten around your torso. an unconscious gesture, soft, loving.

“i dream of you–” you let your words sink into the air, into the boiling water you carry around in your lungs that doesn’t let you breathe properly, and you shiver again but not from the chill bite of the wind “–and it’s slow, and blue, and endless.”

behind you, taehyung’s mouth stretches into a smile.

in a way, you’ve always loved him. he’s certain of it now as he was before. and even if you didn’t, he will always make sure to make it a reality, one way or the other. wether you want it or not.

taglist: @taevestr @fa1ryjoons @vcutvante

#taehyung x reader #bts x reader #taehyung angst #bts angst #bts imagines #taehyung imagine

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svtrightherekids · 4 months ago

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Can you pretty please recommend some good bts mafia and werewolf stories 🥹 .

Hello! SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT ITS FINALLY HERE <3

(p.s sorry I don't really read much werewolf au, so I haven't read any amazing ones so these will contain mostly mafia)

1. HELL IS EMPTY by @aquagustd

drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

2. CRIMINAL INFLUENCE by @dntaewithluv

thief/criminal!jimin x journalist!reader

Park Jimin is a famous thief currently behind bars and has been your most important source for the last few months, but there’s only so much he’s willing to share over the phone with a panel of glass separating the two of you. You know there’s something he’s keeping from you and that it could be the key to the biggest story of your career. You figure maybe a change of scenery could persuade him to open up to you fully, but Jimin’s price for information, it turns out, is higher than you could have ever anticipated.

3. FATAL ATTRACTION by @jungcock

reader x serial killer!jungkook (feat. taehyung)

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes to haunt you in more than one ways.

4. A KNIGHT IN THE LEATHER ARMOR by @utopiannamjoon

Taehyung x reader, Jeongguk x reader

Your life was changed when you accidentally bumped into a biker who then took you under his wing and through many adventures of his gang.

I still have more of them, but these ones are my personal favs! I will bring the other mafia fics on other prompts and if you want to, I can def tag you whenever I mention them! lemme know. Thanks for reading :0

dividers from @lady-ashfade! (they are so cute!)

#bts #BTS fics #bts fanfiction #bts ff recs #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #jungkook ff #Jimin ff #taehyung ff #fic recommendations #thanks for the question

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trivia-yandere · 10 months ago

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trivia-yandere's valentine's day masterlist

a collection of short stories - please be mindful that this is a yandere based account and some of the fics (maybe not all) posted on here would have smut, yandere/dark themes, dub-con/non-con scenes/moments, etc. each fic will have their own warnings - please do not skip! some fics will be posted on explicit-tae

2025 - as of 10/31/24

beast of busan: (jungkook) you’re the only reporter who wasn’t scared of documenting the valentine’s day crimes of jeon jungkook - notorious serial killer known as the beast of busan. yandere (02.01)

survival: (jin) you apply to a dating show in hopes of winning the heart of a millionaire. what you didn’t know was that you would be competing to death for the heart of one man while those on the dark web watched. yandere (02.04)

hard: (taehyung) it’s valentine’s day and even though your (arranged) husband has spent thousands on gifts, all you can think about is who he spends the other 364 nights with. (02.06)

persuasive: (namjoon) namjoon never met an “honest hoe” before - your words. Knowing you aren’t cut out for the lifestyle you’re living in, he offers you an out. (02.10)

family matters: (yoongi) the only way yoongi, your brother-in-law, would agree to be your sperm donor is if he could be the one to fuck said sperm into you. (02.14)

2024

payment plan (jin) - your husband and you find yourself bankrupt and dead broke thanks to his gambling problem. his younger brother - successful businessman kim seokjin - offers a helping hand free of charge. unbeknownst to his brother, you would be the one paying seokjin for his charity. yandere | completed (02.01)

dilemma (yoongi) - being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected- especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. completed (02.03)

love you [just a little too much] (hoseok) - you're brought down memory lane. yandere | completed (02.05)

with love, k.nj (namjoon) - your valentine's date with namjoon was a success - too bad you don't know who he truly is. yandere | completed (02.07)

bad decisions (jimin) - you're getting married on valentine's day - but somehow, you allow a stripper to fuck you in front of your bride's maids and maid of honor. completed (02.09)

v-day special (taehyung) - you ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed (02.12)

nefarious (jungkook) -a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment. yandere | completed (02.14)

little doe (hoseok) - an alternate world in which predator shifters are the top of the shifter hierarchy. it's valentine's day and you, a prey shifter, decide to help a predator through their heat. completed (02.15)

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arxims · 6 months ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ғɪᴠᴇ

Pairing : jungkook x reader

genre/au : a lot of angst, smut, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, violence.

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, red flag Jungkook, psychopathic behavior red flag behavior, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, unprotected sex, cumming, teasing, commitment issues.

Rating : only suitable for mature readers

Word count : 7.7k

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Previous // next

"FUCK THIS!!"

The outburst reverberated through the air, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering into a thousand pieces. Taehyung, engrossed in cooking in the adjacent kitchen, abruptly abandoned his task and dashed towards Jungkook's bedroom.

"Kook, stop this," he implored urgently as he entered the room.

Jungkook, in a state of utter distress, was frantically tugging at his own hair with one hand, while the other was now marked by a deep, bleeding gash from the broken window pane. His actions of self-destruction mirrored the shattered glass surrounding him, reflecting the turmoil within his tortured soul.

"Kook, please, stop!" Taehyung repeated, his voice tinged with concern and compassion as he took in the scene before him.

Moving quickly, Taehyung took hold of Jungkook's injured arm to examine the severity of the wound. Jagged shards of glass had sliced through skin and muscle, causing blood to flow freely. "Stay here and don't move," he instructed softly but sternly, casting a sorrowful gaze upon his distraught friend.

Witnessing his brother in such a vulnerable, unhinged state stirred a deep ache within Taehyung's heart, amplifying the palpable sense of brokenness permeating the room. No matter what arrogant, selfish words Jungkook had thrown at you, dripping with denial and self-loathing, Jungkook knew he could not truly live without you by his side for even a second. You had become his entire world, whether he admitted it or not.

Taehyung tenderly dressed the wound, his gentle expression a stark contrast to Jungkook's stoic, shutdown expression that remained hauntingly unchanged despite the violent outburst. The room was consumed by a heavy, suffocating silence as Taehyung pondered why Jungkook seemed unable to accept the reality of the situation.

Despite his history of carelessly leaving a trail of one night stands in his wake, Jungkook now struggled to cope with the thought of one particular girl - you - willingly walking away from him. The one who had somehow, inexplicably, come to hold a special, coveted place in his heart. The only one who truly mattered to the man he had become.

After tending to the wound, Taehyung reached out and cupped Jungkook's cheeks, now streaked with glistening tear stains. It was a rare, soul-crushing sight to see the strong, unshakable Jungkook weeping openly. The sight of him shedding so many tears over you made Taehyung acutely aware of the depth of his pain and inner conflict.

"Kook, what she did was the right decision for her," Taehyung spoke softly, gently wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs. "She wanted a real family, something you once admitted you couldn't fully provide her with, no matter how much you cared for each other."

His eyes shone with a deep sadness as he studied his brother's anguished expression. "You have to let her find her own happiness now, Kook. Let her be with someone who can truly love her and share a lifetime together, the way you couldn't. It's the only way either of you can move on."

In that moment of raw vulnerability, Jungkook understood his hyung would always stand by his side, offering endless support and comfort through any challenges, no matter how far he fell. But even that realization could not dull the agonizing ache now gripping his heart.

"She's mine, hyung..." he rasped, voice cracked and weighted by despair. "I can't just stand by and watch her loving someone else, allowing another man to touch her and share her life. She loves me...she's obsessed with me, just like I am with her. I can't let her go, I can't..."

The denial and desperation were palpable as the first fragile cracks began shattering the deluded mindset Jungkook had constructed around your relationship and his toxic, possessive hold over you. Try as he might, he could no longer ignore the simple truth - that losing you meant losing a part of himself he could never regain.

And that truth terrified him to his very core.

“I need her, Hyung. Or I might die”

"It's been a long time, huh?"

Mingyu greeted you with a warm smile as he took a seat across from you at the small café table. Although you tried, it was difficult to return his friendly gesture with the same enthusiasm. This date wasn't really something you were excited about, but you felt like you needed it anyway.

He took a sip of his wine and as you asked, "How was your time in England?" This was the first you'd seen Mingyu since he had gone to study overseas. You thought he had settled there permanently, but he had crossed the ocean and come back, just for you. "It was a really good experience," he replied about his studies abroad.

After a pause, Mingyu seemed to notice your subdued expression and lack of energy. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? You don't look so good..." He leaned in with concern evident in his voice. He had good reason to worry - you looked like you had just crawled out of a grave.

"I'm fine. It's just...nothing," you said, trying to brush off his concern.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing that something was bothering you. "We can reschedule the date if you need to rest," he offered considerately. Unlike Jungkook, Mingyu was always polite and put others' needs before his own. He truly valued relationships and cultivating love.

"I know...you're still hung up on Jungkook, aren't you?" Mingyu stated knowingly.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the mention of Jungkook's name. "How do you know about him?"

Mingyu gave you a sympathetic look. "Jennie told me everything about your past with him. Look, I don't care about any of that. You know your past doesn't define who you are..."

You cut him off, raising a finger. "I know, I know what you're going to say."

"What I'm saying is, I fully accept your past involvement with him," Mingyu continued earnestly. "If you could just try to move on from him...I'll be here to help you through it every step of the way. Remember when we were little kids? You said you would marry me one day."

He leaned closer, his hand reaching to gently take yours resting on the table. The soft candlelight made his features look warm and inviting, but your heart wouldn't let you appreciate their beauty.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you, memories of times when everything had been so simple and perfect in your youthful innocence. Before Jungkook...before the chaos and turmoil.

"You might have said it playfully back then," Mingyu said with a slight chuckle. "But a part of you has held onto the idea of us all this time, hasn't it?" He pointed to his chest. "I won't push you to move on right away before you're ready. But one day, when your mind is free from him...would you consider giving me a real chance? Giving us a chance?"

His hand finally took yours, holding it gently as if it were made of delicate glass. You were stunned into silence, your mind wanting to embrace the future Mingyu offered while your stubborn heart still desperately clung to its hold as 'Jungkook's girl.'

"I...I..." You struggled to find the words, unable to voice aloud the tangled knot of emotions inside you.

"Oh, don't rush yourself," Mingyu said soothingly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "We have all the time in the world ahead of us. Just think about the possibility of me, of us. We can spend more time together and rebuild our bond first. We'll only take that step into marriage after that, when you're absolutely sure."

He entwined his fingers with yours in a tender gesture of loving affection. You could feel the warmth and care he was pouring into the simple act, but you couldn't fully embrace and enjoy it due to the storm of doubts swirling in your mind. What if you eventually could let yourself move on with Mingyu? You knew you were giving him a glimmer of hope by not rejecting his suggestion outright. But you were also sure you likely wouldn't end up marrying Jungkook and living happily ever after...a reassuring thought amidst the turmoil. And you wanted, more than anything, to be capable of loving Mingyu far more than you still loved Jungkook.

"Really now, my temptress?"

Your eyes went saucer-wide as you suddenly found yourself staring at Jeon Jungkook himself, seated across from you in Mingyu's place. How was this possible?

"You're just going to rip me out of your heart and replace me? You seriously think that's possible?" He let out a sinister chuckle that felt like oppressive storm clouds surrounding you, heavy with the threat of a dark downpour.

His thumb traced over your lower lip in a practiced seductive gesture. "Oh my wildcat. You're mine. Forever and always. Get that through your naive little head before I have to fuck you back to your senses." His voice dropped to a possessive growl. "You're bound to me eternally, my beautiful temptress."

A sheen of cold sweat broke out on your forehead as you fought against the magnetic pull he still held over you, the burning desire to throw yourself into his arms and embrace his intoxicating warmth, even though you knew it would only end up scorching you once again. 'Stop...please,' you pleaded internally, but his seductive voice, sweet like poisoned honey, matched his tempting nature all too well.

You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping your pounding head in anguish and confusion as shards of sharp pain stabbed through your mind, your ears ringing loudly. Jungkook's disembodied voice echoed endlessly, chanting your name, only making the cyclone of tumultuous feelings churn wilder. Suddenly, mercifully, it all stopped - the voices, the pain, everything.

"(Y/N)?" A deeply concerned voice penetrated the silence.

You looked up from your trembling hands to see Mingyu gazing at you with worried eyes once more. "What happened? Oh god, you're drenched in sweat." He quickly grabbed a napkin and gently dabbed at your brow, brushing away the beads of perspiration. "Did you hear what I said?" His touch was feather-light as he wiped your forehead with such tender care and concern.

Swallowing hard against the lump that had formed in your throat when the haunting specter of Jungkook had appeared before you, taunting you with his presence even now, you struggled to push aside the experience as just another cruel trick of your mind making your lingering desires for him even worse to bear. You cleared your throat, putting on a facade of nonchalance as you decided to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What were you saying again?" you lied, your expression carefully composed into a mask of calmness despite the storm still raging within.

Mingyu seemed to accept your deflection, though his eyebrows knit together skeptically for a brief moment before smoothing out. "I was just asking if you want to keep going out on dates together like this. It's okay if you don't feel ready," he said gently, his voice warm and patient as he crumpled the used napkin.

It was time for you to make a firm decision and start truly turning the page on this chaotic chapter of your life, leaving Jungkook and the turmoil he represented behind you once and for all. Taking a steadying breath, you opened yourself up to embracing this potential fresh start that Mingyu offered so freely.

"I...think it's better if we do try keeping our dates going," you replied, finally voicing aloud the step you knew you needed to take, even if it still felt immensely difficult. A tentative smile found its way to your lips, this one genuine. "I'm ready to move forward.”

"I want him to feel immense, heart-shattering pain,"

Seojoon hissed venomously. Standing before his desk was Kim Namjoon, one of the most formidable hitmen in the criminal underworld and Seojoon's trusted ally. "Take whatever you need. He should suffer tremendously. He must pay for what he did to my brother Hajoon, and then some."

Namjoon's expression was cold and stony, devoid of any emotion or mercy. It was his trademark - no feelings, no compassion. His name alone struck fear into anyone who heard it. And his voice...you were as good as dead.

"It will be done," Namjoon replied, his tone as frigid as his gaze. "Have I ever failed to deliver the anguish you seek?"

Seojoon shook his head. "Never. That's why you're the only one I trust with a job this personal."

"Personal is meaningless to me. It's just business," Namjoon stated impassively. "But I will ensure he suffers as you wish, more than he can possibly imagine."

Clenching his fists, Seojoon's eyes burned with hatred. "That sniveling worm dared to lay hands on my own flesh and blood. He needs to pay the ultimate price."

Namjoon remained unmoved. "Death is too good for those who cross you. Suffering, prolonged anguish, that is the real punishment."

"Exactly," Seojoon said with agreedy nod. "I want him completely and utterly broken before the end. I want to see the light leave his eyes as hopelessness consumes him."

"Consider it done," Namjoon stated coolly. "I will make his torture an exquisite art form."

Seojoon seemed satisfied by this. "I know you will. Money is no object, you know that. I want you to go all out on this."

"I don't need your money," Namjoon rebuffed. "Fear and respect are all the payment I require."

"And you have more than earned both," Seojoon assured him with a wave of his hand. "Which is why I'm giving you carte blanche on this matter."

A faint, sinister smile played across Namjoon's lips. "Then prepare yourself to witness suffering like no other."

Seojoon leaned back, mirroring the smile. "I can't wait. And once you're done, that insect won't be the only one suffering..."

Namjoon gave a subtle nod. "As you wish. What's my actual role?"

"Oh, your part is finishing the little victim. My men will do the abduction and you'll do the slow, torture part. You'll get the opportunity. Soon," Seojoon stated vaguely. "My men are tracking Jungkook's every move. He has no idea the world of pain that awaits him."

"Good," Namjoon said flatly. "The element of surprise will make his despair that much sweeter."

An amused chuckle rumbled from Seojoon's throat. "You're a twisted one, my friend. No wonder they call you the Rap Monster."

Namjoon didn't react to the moniker. "It's an apt name. I am a monster, one who can spit lyrical venom just as effortlessly as I can make a man beg for death's embrace."

"Your reputation precedes you," Seojoon acknowledged. "Which is why despite our history, I wouldn't dream of crossing you myself."

A faint smirk ghosted across Namjoon's lips at the thinly veiled compliment. "Smart man. You know better than to make an enemy of me."

Namjoon's origins traced back to being a victim of a brutal child abduction when he was only five years old, torn from his family of parents and a six-month-old brother. His family was found dead by suicide, the baby the sole survivor.

As for Namjoon, he had to endure vicious abuse just to live another day in captivity. Sold from captor to captor, he eventually found his salvation by murdering his "owner." After that, he discovered his twin passions - becoming an underground rapper nicknamed "Rap Monster," and finding money, pleasure and pride in killing, earning him an eerie reputation in the underworld. Rap Monster - it defined him perfectly. A literal monster who could rap.

"He'll suffer, Seojoon. I'll make sure you witness it - him agonizing, lamenting, regretting the day he laid a finger on your brother. I'll let you see it with your own eyes," Namjoon stated with conviction.

Seojoon slid a blank check across the desk toward Namjoon. "I trust you, friend. Do whatever it takes."

But money meant nothing to Namjoon. He cared only about his reputation, about the fear that coursed through others' veins at the mere mention of his name. That's what he craved. "Who is the target?" he asked flatly, glancing up from the check.

"You'll find out when the time comes for action," Seojoon replied enigmatically. "Until then..." A cruel smile stretched across his lips. "Let Jungkook have his...happiness. So we can take that 'happiness' away."

Namjoon didn't need to know the details yet. The name and face of his next target were irrelevant until it was time to strike. All that mattered was that another soul was about to be extinguished by his hands.

"Very well," he said, pushing the blank check back across the desk, untouched. "Just give the order when you're ready. You know how to reach me."

As Namjoon turned to depart, Seojoon called after him. "One more thing..."

The hitman paused, glancing back impassively.

“Be careful. Jungkook is not your average guy,. Make it slow with the target" Seojoon instructed "This mission is important to Give him a lifetime of suffering crammed into his life."

The barest hint of a sadistic smile played across Namjoon's lips once more. "It will be my cruelest masterpiece yet."

With that, he turned and strode from the room, his mind already racing with the most artfully sadistic ways to carry out Seojoon's brutal request. His client would get to remember forever.

‘ Oh Jungkook. Find your happiness soon before I take it away’

"So the kitten started testing my limits, huh?" Jungkook spat out angrily, hissing like a wild animal. "YOU NEVER LEARN, DO YOU?"

He slammed a vase to the floor in a fit of rage, shattering it into pieces that scattered across the hardwood. Stomping towards the stairs, Jungkook headed straight for the main door, intent on leaving, before Taehyung quickly stepped into his path.

"Where are you going in this unhinged state?" Taehyung asked, his expression a mixture of worry and fear. Day by day, he could see Jungkook losing his grip on sanity more and more.

"To kill whoever is trying to take what's mine - my (Y/N)!" Jungkook's teeth were gritted, his eyes reddened by the fury burning in his chest like an uncontrolled wildfire.

Taehyung felt his own anger flare at Jungkook's obsessive possessiveness over you. "Are you insane, Kook? She's not some object for you to own! You're not going anywhere near her or this Mingyu guy. Let her live her own life instead of destroying it with your deranged jealousy!"

Yes, you had told Taehyung about Mingyu. But he wondered who the traitorous snake was that leaked this information to Jungkook. Hoseok - that little spy had to be the one.

"Step aside, hyung," Jungkook warned through gritted teeth, clinging to his last thread of rationality. "This is between me and my kitten. Don't make me go through you."

"No, it's not just between you two anymore," Taehyung stated firmly, planting himself like an immovable object blocking Jungkook's path. "I'm the reason you met her. I'm the reason she's miserable now because of your unhinged behavior. And it's my duty to protect her from the monster you've become. So I'm telling you - step back and get a grip before you do something even worse!"

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief at his hyung's resistance and harsh words. The monster inside him raged and clawed to be unleashed. "YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

In the next moment, Taehyung's palm met Jungkook's cheek with a harsh, stinging slap that jerked Jungkook's head violently to the side. His hyung...had just struck him across the face. Hot, shameful tears spilled from Jungkook's eyes as he recoiled from the blow, clutching his throbbing cheek. But the ache in his heart hurt a million times worse than the lingering sting on his skin. His hyung, who had never harmed him even with words or harsh looks before, had just hit him.

The slap seemed to momentarily shock Jungkook out of his unhinged fury. He looked at Taehyung with a mix of hurt, anger, and dawning realization at how far he had fallen. This wasn't him...this obsessive, violent persona was a twisted, warped version of himself that he could scarcely recognize anymore.

Seeing Jungkook's tear-streaked face, guilt bloomed in Taehyung's heart at having to resort to physical force against his brother . But he tried to shrug it off. Because he knew, deep down, that he had done the right thing to hopefully shake some sense into Jungkook before he did something unforgivable and ruined multiple lives forever.

"You're not the same person I once knew and cared about," Taehyung said, his voice catching with a hint of mournful regret. "This deranged, possessive behavior...it's like you're a complete stranger."

Jungkook flinched as if those words cut deeper than the slap. His shoulders slumped as the weight of his hyung's words crushed what little remained of his raging anger into a simmering resentment and shame.

"I never wanted this..." Jungkook muttered, more to himself than Taehyung. He stared unseeingly at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor, feeling just as broken inside. "I never wanted to become this..She's making me go crazy, Hyung."

How had things spiraled so disastrously out of control? When had his unrelenting need to possess you completely smothered all reason, logic and his own core values? Jungkook's mental haze began to clear just enough for him to recognize how monstrous his behavior had truly become.

But it was already too late, wasn't it? He had pushed away the very person who had always looked out for his best interests, all for the obsessive desire to make you his - no matter how much he had to break you in the process.

"You made me do this," Taehyung said softly, glancing down at his own stinging hand before meeting Jungkook's eyes again. "I didn't want to...but you left me no choice."

With those words hanging heavy in the air, Taehyung brushed past the devastated Jungkook and stormed off, leaving his baby brother to wrestle with the consequences he had brought upon himself through his twisted obsession.

“ Hyung just slapped me”

Everything felt unbearably heavy - the bed, your head, your heart. 'Am I doing the right thing? Did I make the right choice leaving him behind? Or am I just causing trouble for Mingyu?'

You wrestled with the doubts and regrets that had been plaguing you constantly since walking away from Jungkook. 'I don't want to hurt Mingyu. I won't hurt him. I won't let my troubled state over my lost love affect him.'

Despite your inner turmoil, you knew you still loved Jungkook fiercely. 'I freaking love him. God...I love him. Why can't I let him go? He's probably doing just fine without me, maybe even sleeping with some girl.' Your heart clenched painfully at the thought. 'Why can't I move on? Why can't I replace him with Mingyu?'

You berated yourself for the questions. You had made your decision, as agonizing as it was, to escape the toxic cycle with Jungkook. 'I want to listen to my parents for once, do what pleases them. But I can't bear to hurt Mingyu's kind soul in the process.'

Your swirling thoughts made tears spill down your cheeks yet again. You had cried more these past few weeks than your whole life combined after leaving Jungkook behind.

A knock at the door pulled you from your reverie. You quickly sat up, wiping the tear streaks and trying to compose yourself before opening it.

"Dad. What is it?" You mustered up a faint smile.

"Mingyu is here to see you," your father replied. "Should I tell him to come up or would you prefer to meet him elsewhere?"

Already an emotional wreck, you shook your head. "It's fine, have him come up. I'm...not feeling up to going out right now."

Your father's concerned look told you he recognized your fragile state, but he simply nodded before departing.

Mingyu entered moments later, sharply dressed as always. He carefully took a seat beside you, eyes studying your face.

"Talk to me, (Y/N). I can see something is weighing you down," he said softly. "I miss your smile, your cheerful spirit...when will I get my bright girl back?"

You felt your eyes well up again at his tender words. "I'm still me, Mingyu. I just...I need some more time."

"I know, my love. And I'm here for you every step of the way. I'll be whatever you need me to be - a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, or a quiet supportive presence."

He reached out, cradling your face in his warm palms. His thumbs gently brushed away the fresh tears spilling over.

"Don't think for a second that I'll judge you. I could never," he murmured. "No matter how troubled your past is or what demons you're battling from your relationship with...him. I accept all of you. Because I love you deeply, (Y/N)."

A sob escaped your lips at his loving declaration. This was why you had to try to move forward, to fight for this kind, devoted man.

"I want to let my past go. I want to let him go," you forced out in a trembling whisper. "But it's...not that simple. He still has a hold over my heart that I can't seem to break."

Mingyu pulled you into his reassuring embrace, stroking your hair soothingly.

"We'll get through this together, step-by-step. Have patience and be kind to yourself. One day, you'll be able to look at me and only see me. I'll be here, cherishing you always."

As you relaxed into his arms, his figure briefly morphed into your lost love's familiar form, smiling tenderly. You blinked and it was Mingyu again, but you couldn't shake the feeling that a piece of your heart would eternally belong to Jungkook, despite your choice to leave.

As Mingyu's arms enveloped you, offering solace, your mind began slipping into the familiar fantasy of your Jungkook holding you. You closed your eyes and surrendered to it, letting the intoxicating vision consume your senses.

I'm a process, you slowly leaned in, sharing your first kiss with Mingyu. But for you, it was your familiar kiss with your love, Jungkook.

His phantom hands trailed over your body in a lover's caress, igniting smoldering sparks wherever they roamed. You could almost feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck as spectral lips brushed along your skin reverently. His gravelly voice seemed to whisper ardent endearments into your ear, making your heart swell achingly.

"I need you so much," you whimpered, momentarily forgetting this was just an illusion.

"I'm here and I'm yours. Always," his silken tones promised as you imagined his mouth trailing lower, worshiping every inch of you with adoring kisses.

You arched into the phantom caresses, drowning in the depth of sensations only Jungkook had ever mastered evoking. Rational thought and your surroundings faded away as you entirely surrendered to the erotic fantasy.

When Jungkook's hands and mouth found their way between your thighs, your mind transcended into a world of blissful oblivion. For those heated moments, it truly felt like your lost love reclaiming you, possessing you utterly as only he ever could. You cried out shamelessly, back arching off the bed as relentless waves of indescribable ecstasy consumed you.

"Mine!" A moan ripped from your lips in a guttural moan as you shattered apart, spinning uncontrollably through the throes of rapture. "Always...yours..."

Long, hazy moments passed before you slowly drifted back to reality, boneless and spent in Mingyu's arms. Your harsh, ragged breaths slowly evened out, cheeks flushed and skin beaded with a sheen of sweat. You curled against Mingyu's chest, bestowing tender, adoring kisses across his skin.

"I love you," you murmured groggily, still half-trapped in your fantasy of making love to Jungkook . "Always and forever, my love..."

Mingyu cradled you close, stroking your disheveled hair as he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. It gutted him to hear you profess eternal love for the man who had ruined you, the man you had courageously walked away from. But he would weather this storm just as he had every other, with infinite patience and compassion.

This was merely another hurdle to overcome on your path to healing, to letting Jungkook fully go. He pressed the softest, most reverent kiss to your brow.

"And I love you, my beautiful angel," he whispered fervently. "More than you can ever comprehend or imagine. I will cherish you until my last dying breath, shower you with adoration to slowly wash away his stain on your heart."

You were already dozing off, physically and emotionally spent. But somewhere in your drifting subconscious, you registered Mingyu's loving promise. Perhaps someday soon, you could open your eyes and only see him - your caring, devoted soulmate who had picked up the shattered pieces to put you back together again.

For as much as part of you still stubbornly, masochistically clung to the memory of your Jungkook's intoxicating passion...you knew Mingyu's endless well of pure, uplifting love was what you needed to be reborn. And inwardly, you vowed to stop resisting and start embracing that love without reservation. One step at a time.

"Don't hit it like that, bro. You got some kinda fucked up grudge against that punching bag or what?"

Hoseok's words barely registered as he watched Jungkook absolutely manhandling the heavy bag. Sweat poured down the younger man's face and sculpted torso, glistening in the low light of the dingy gym. Each bone-jarring impact made the chains suspending the bag groan from the sheer force behind Jungkook's strikes.

With a feral grunt of exertion, Jungkook transitioned into a blistering combination - jab, cross, hook, uppercut - over and over again without relenting. The bag's worn material started fraying more with each punishing blow.

Jungkook didn't even spare a glance at Hoseok lounging in the corner, the tattooed man's lean frame splayed lazily in a battered armchair. He just kept wailing on the bag with unbridled fury, knuckles growing redder and more abraded until they started weeping beads of crimson.

"Yo, what's eating you, man?" Hoseok tried again, swigging from his beer can. "Spit it out already."

He punctuated his words by crumpling the empty aluminum noisily and tossing it aside in a careless arc. Tilting his head back, Hoseok took up a posture of indifferent ease - legs kicked out wide, one arm draped over the chair's torn upholstery.

"She's. Fucking. Engaged!"

Each word was a savage utterance torn from Jungkook's throat and emphasized by a blow powerful enough to make the heavy bag jump violently on its chain mounts. Finally, with one last devastatingly vicious punch, the aged material simply exploded in a plume of sand as the bag's seams ruptured apart.

Jungkook staggered back a step, chest heaving like winded bull's from the exertion. His knuckles were split open and trickling rivulets of blood down his forearms now.

Hoseok's brows hiked upwards as he cracked open another beer with a hiss of escaping carbonation. "Whoa, (Y/N)? Thought she was just a fling or something to scratch an itch." He shook his head in disbelief. "Never figured you for the type to get this bent outta shape over a girl, Kook."

With a snarl of incoherent rage, Jungkook turned and delivered a visceral kick to the shredded bag's remnants, sending a plume of dust and sand exploding outwards. Not even pausing, he pivoted and brutally wrenched a fresh heavy bag off the wall mounts, instantly resuming his unrelenting assault.

"Get bent outta shape?" he spat out between impacts that made the chains quiver and groan dangerously. "She's fucking annihilating me from the inside! Ripping me into pieces!"

The new bag jumped and swung violently with the force of his blows, stuffing already beginning to leak from split seams. Sweat flew from Jungkook's face and hair with each untamed, full-body rotation into his strikes.

"And I swear on my life, the scumbag piece of shit who had the audacity to put a ring on her finger is going to suffer an agonizing death!"

Hoseok gave a low whistle at the crazed look blazing in Jungkook's eyes, like that of a rabid dog foaming at the mouth. "Easy, bro...you're gonna break your damn hands before too long. Pretty sure your knuckles are already hamburger meat." He nodded towards the smears of red now streaking the new bag in macabre patterns.

But Jungkook was well past listening or caring about any pain. A switch had been flipped, unleashing the savage beast within that lived for blood and violence.

"I can't just sit idly by while another man dares to stake his claim on what's mine!" he roared, each word punctuated by a blow that made the entire heavy bag rig shudder violently. "Not while there's still air in my lungs!"

His breathing quickly turned feral, harsh growls and snarls ripping from his throat in time with the frenzied combinations he battered the bag's bulging surface. Sweat flew in arcing streamers with every pivot and twist of his body.

"Well...shit, bro," Hoseok finally spoke up again, pausing to take a long pull from his beer. "Why don't you just put a bullet in the bastard then and get your fucking girl back?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if idly discussing directions rather than a brutal murder.

Jungkook's only response was a guttural roar of fury, launching into a blinding flurry of strikes that split the second bag wide open, spraying them both with a plume of dust and sand. Chest heaving, nostrils flaring, he staggered back from the wreckage, hands clenched into fists so tightly the knuckles went white.

"I can't," he gritted out through bared teeth after dragging air back into his lungs. "Taking him out directly will only make this whole fucked situation even worse. Trust me...if I could, he'd already be rotting six feet under."

"Fair point," Hoseok acknowledged with a somber nod. "Then I guess it's time to pull out the old mind games, yeah? Work that psychological mastery of yours, really fuck with the guy before you finish him."

A cruel smirk slowly twisted Jungkook's bloodied lips at those words. He started nodding slowly, heavily, some of the frenzied gleam fading from his eyes.

"Been trying, but she's not letting me in," he finally rasped out, voice hoarse and shredded from his exertions. "That fiery little wildcat has been shutting me out completely. I've tried every fucking way to reach"

The corner of his smirk twitched downwards, anger rekindling in his obsidian gaze. His split knuckles ached with every clench and release.

"I can't keep doing this," he snarled, body visibly trembling like a man haunted. "I need her in my arms again. I need to feel her, taste her, breathe her in until I'm drowned in her essence! Fuck!" He whirled away, venting his frustrations with a few more punishing kicks to the bag's obliterated remains.

When he finally turned back, there was a look in Jungkook's eyes that made the hair prickle on the back of Hoseok's neck - a dark, smoldering, feral hunger behind those depthless pools.

"Damn, looks like that little kitten's got you by the balls, dude," he remarked, unable to keep a note of unease from his tone. "She's burrowed herself a nice little permanent den inside that head of yours, hasn't she?"

But Jungkook didn't respond to his friend's words, seeming not to even register them. Instead, a slow, sinister smile began curving those battered lips in a taunting sneer that made Hoseok's stomach churn unpleasantly.

Jungkook stalked forward with a predator's casual, rolling gait until he was looming over the seated man. Hoseok instinctively shrank back as Jungkook leaned down, the younger man's proximity forcing him to hold his breath against the thick, cloying reek of sweat and blood.

"Guess I'll just have to go pay my little wildcat a visit then," Jungkook purred in a sultry tone gone unmistakably unhinged. His twisted smile stretched wider, sending a fresh trickle of perspiration itching down Hoseok's spine.

"Yeah...that sounds like a good time. Teach her who her real daddy is so she'll stop forgetting her place."

The vicious, vindictive promise lacing Jungkook's words left no ambiguity about the sinister intent behind his "visit." Despite the scorching summer heat outside, Hoseok felt a chill go lancing through his core.

"Fuck," was all he could croak out, head spinning and stomach churning sickly. "Just...don't lose yourself in the game, Kook. Don't become the very monster you're trying to destroy."

But the hollow, mocking chuckle Jungkook gave while straightening back to his full height told Hoseok everything he needed to know - it was already far, far too late for that.

It had been an exhausting day, yet filled with joyous celebration as the Kim and Ahn families officially united through your engagement to Mingyu. After an extended family dinner, you were utterly drained to the bone as you finally retired to your room.

Mingyu had been your unwavering rock of support through all the turmoil and upheaval. His steady presence and unconditional love were major factors in helping you slowly regain your genuine smile in recent times. You have been able to find authentic moments of happiness and lightness more frequently these days.

However, as you entered your room and flipped on the lights, your eyes landed on a tall, imposing figure standing in the shadows across the space. It was Jungkook, the man you had walked away from, appearing like a specter of your past.

Before you could react, he closed the distance in several long strides and firmly captured your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath away. As he finally broke away, his voice dripped with unrestrained hunger and longing.

"Fuck. How much I've missed this…”

“Stop!” You pushed him away.”You should not be here, and how did you get here?” You were partially frightened at the thought of you giving yourself to him in a vulnerable moment.” You don't give me orders. And climbing up is nothing”

Your heart pounded rapidly as Jungkook advanced on you, the man you had walked away from invading your space so brazenly. Despite your best efforts to move on, he still stroked those familiar flames of desire low in your belly just with his presence alone.

"Jungkook, please...you need to leave," you managed in a tremulous voice, mustering every ounce of willpower. "I'm engaged to Mingyu now. We're starting a new life together."

You held up your hand, letting the glittering diamond on your ring finger catch the light - a reminder of your commitment. But Jungkook merely scoffed at the symbolic gesture, his obsidian eyes blazing with possession and hunger.

"Some shiny rock doesn't change a damn thing," he growled lowly, backing you up against the wall. "You'll always be mine, kitten. No matter who tries to tame you."

His mouth crashed over yours in a searing, demanding kiss that obliterated your protests. You whimpered against his lips, equal parts arousal and shame coursing through you as your treacherous body instinctively arched into his solid frame. This man had utterly ruined you, branding his ownership on your very soul.

Somehow you managed to tear your mouth free, chest heaving. "Jungkook, stop! I can't...I won't do this anymore. You need to respect my engagement!"

For a long moment, he simply stared at you with that predatory, smoldering gaze that always made you weak in the knees. Then, uncannily tuned into your body's reactions, his fingers deftly found the zipper at the back of your dress. You gasped as he slowly inched it downwards.

"You think so, baby?" His voice had dropped an octave, dripping with dark, melted chocolate promise. "Your greedy little pussy says otherwise. I know the truth..."

With one deft tug, the dress parted and slipped off your shoulders in a whispering caress, pooling shamelessly at your feet. You shivered at the feeling of his heated gaze raking over your exposed figure, stoking your arousal to fever pitch despite your desperation to resist. Jungkook pressed even closer, allowing you to feel every rigid inch of him straining against the confines of his pants.

"The ring means nothing," he murmured in a low, graveled purr against the sensitive curve of your neck. "This leaking little cunt is what proves you're still mine."

Your breath hitched at the wicked caress of his tongue laving over your thundering pulse point. The cruel, possessive truth in his words made your thighs clench with undeniable need. As much as you had tried to fight it, Jungkook's hold over you was inescapable...at least for tonight.

"Please..." you finally whimpered in a broken tone of bittersweet surrender. "Just… Go…” for which Jungkook didn't respond

“Please, Jungkook..." You tried to muster firmness in your voice, despite your body's visceral reaction to his intoxicating proximity. "You need to go. This isn't right."

You shakily bent down to retrieve your fallen dress, using the motion to put some space between your traitorous form and his. Wrapping the garment protectively around yourself, you lifted your chin to meet his smoldering gaze steadily.

"I meant what I said. I'm engaged to Mingyu now. We're building a life together - a healthy, loving life. This...this toxic, obsessive bond you and I have, it can't continue. It will only destroy me utterly in the end."

Jungkook's full lips twisted into a mocking sneer at your words. "Don't lie to yourself, kitten. You'll never be free of me, of what we have. No matter what pretty little prison you try to build."

He took a purposeful step forward, his intense presence overwhelming. You held your ground, struggling not to crumple beneath the weight of his stare and the cyclone of roiling desire and dread it awoke.

"Maybe not," you admitted in a small voice. "Maybe some insane, masochistic part of me will always burn for you, for the way you make me feel so alive yet so utterly destroyed."

A fleeting look of surprised respect flickered across Jungkook's harsh features at your moment of brutal self-awareness. His eyes searched yours intently for a long moment before he gave a curt nod.

"Good. At least you're being honest with yourself finally." His tone held a strange gentleness. "Keep clawing for that light, kitten. As twisted as our bond is, I don't ever want to see it snuff out that beautiful fire inside you."

Then, as abruptly as he'd appeared, Jungkook turned on his heel and headed for the doors, leaving you to stare after him with bewildered tears pricking your eyes. Just when you thought you had him figured out, he showed you glimpses of something deeper, more complex behind that shattered, obsessive exterior.

Still, you could only pray this was the last time he tried to pull you back into the darkness with him. Your priority now was fostering the new, tender roots you had started putting down with Mingyu. No matter how violently the flames for Jungkook still scorched you at times, you had to strangle them out.

It was the only way to survive and finally blossom into the woman you desperately wanted - and needed - to become.

As Jungkook reached the apartment, he didn't forget to notice the eerie feeling he had at the back of his neck. Like something isn't right. Reaching the doorknob, he noticed it was already open, but the lights were off. ‘Hyung forgot to lock the door?? No he's not that careless’. Something felt unsettling in his stomach as he gently pushed open the door. No sign of anyone.

“Hyung?” He called into the darkness, his words wet with nothingness. “HYUNGG!”He raised his voice. ‘What the hell’. He turned on the lights to see.. Blood. Smeared on the pristine tiles? “HYUNG” panic rushed into his veins as he ran to every room, trying to find him. What if he's lying injured somewhere. He searched every corner. No sign of Taehyung.

“Oh no. Please no no no no.. He's innocent.. Please” He hopelessly kneeled on the bloody floor, tears rolled down his cheek as he had no idea how to overcome the pain in his chest and this increasing worry wondering if Taehyung is okay or where the hell he is. In dire need of help, Jungkook's mind reminded him of that one name. The one who could help. He quickly reached his phone, his chest panting and voice broken as a frantic sob left his lips. The person on the other side picked up.

“Yoongi,Hyung is missing”

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